#the term you are looking for is “girlfriend”

[ilikerafayelwaytoomuch]

How the LADS men react to their gf showing physical affection, who is a bit scared to show affection

A/N: a post with all the lads boys this time...hopefully I did them justice

Tags/warnings: she/her pronouns used (should i try using gender neutral terms?), s/o has a little fear of vulnerability (can you see a pattern haha), s/o in raf's may be a bit too specific (she is described to have a passion for music), fluff <3

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Rafayel 

Music softly filled the living room of the artist's house. A classic played, one of Beethoven's symphonies. Rafayel always experimented painting with different music playing, seeing what emotions it could evoke. His girlfriend loved that about him, as she had a passion for music. She smiled softly as she stood in the hallway. Rafayel sat on a stool, his back to her, an easel and canvas in front of him, a brush slowly moving across it. Y/n didn't want to interrupt, really. But a recent breakdown has caused the couple to have a conversation and she promised she would try to be more vulnerable with him. Even though it scared her. She wanted to start small. Right now she really really wanted a hug from her boyfriend. That shouldn't be too much to ask. 

Nervously, she made her way into the room and approached Rafayel. She hesitated for a moment, but continued. “Cutie?” Rafayel questioned, hearing footsteps, but not turning to look or stop his painting. Y/n said nothing and waited for his brush to finish the stroke before nervously wrapping her arms around him, placing her head onto his back. She felt extremely embarrassed. There was no reason to. This was Rafayel. Her Rafayel. Her boyfriend. The man let out a soft gasp in surprise and tensed up. “Wha- you-” he spluttered. 

“Wan’ a hug,” she mumbled into his back. It took Rafayel a moment to process, not used to the sudden display of affection from his lover. When his brain began to work again, his heart soared. He placed his pallet and brush down before turning around and wrapping his arms around her, squeezing her almost too much with a happy giggle. “Mmm. What should I do? This painting has to be done by tomorrow, but my baby needs my cuddles,” he sighed. Y/n tried to back away, not wanting to harm his work. Her ears still burned with embarrassment and she was sure her face matched. Maybe this was all a bad idea. Rafayel wouldn't let her break away, pulling her closer. 

“Sorry, I'll-” she began, but was interrupted by Rafayel quickly dropping his arms to hold her thighs and lift her into his arms. 

“Ah well, what can you do,” he sang. Y/n glanced up at him to see a huge, dorky smile on his face. “Feels even better when you initiate a hug then me hugging you,” he admitted. The girl felt her face flush again and she hid her face in his neck. “Cute,” he pressed a kiss to her hair. “But seriously, I know that was hard for you. I admire your vulnerability. And of course I will happily cuddle you for the rest of the night! Should we head to bed early or watch that movie you wanted?” The girl was speechless and just shrugged, making him laugh. “Aww is my cutie still embarrassed? There's nothing to be embarrassed about.” She whined in response. She felt her weight shift as Rafayel sat down on his couch. Rafayel hummed. “Can I make you be a bit more vulnerable and give me a kiss?” He asked. Y/n sighed and took a brief moment to breathe before lifting her face to look at him. She quickly kissed his lips before returning to her hiding spot. Rafayel couldn't hold back his laugh, holding her tightly as he shook with laughter. 

Minutes later, she heard the TV turn on, the pre-movie credits playing. Rafayel moved his girlfriend somewhat begrudgingly, so that she was now sitting next to him, her legs across his lap. She looked at him confused. He nodded towards the TV. “Kind of hard for you to watch if you're just pressed against my chest, no?” He asked, moving his arm to wrap around her back, the other reaching for her hand and placing a kiss on it. “And don't worry, I'll definitely be getting my real kiss later. As many as I want,” he winked at her. Safe to say he did not complete his painting that night, which wasn't abnormal for the artist. He had more important things to do. 

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Sylus 

The Onychinus base was dark. A few lights leading y/n to the boss. Sylus was in his study, working on something. She wasn't sure what, but she didn't intend to stay long. It weighed heavily on her mind that she never initiated any physical contact with Sylus, her boyfriend. He hadn't said anything, but she had been in her head about it. If she were dating someone and they never initiated anything, she'd think they didn't really like her. She didn't want Sylus to think that. The problem was she's not good at initiating contact. It terrifies her. So even when she wanted to, she held back. But after thinking, she decided she would initiate physical contact, no matter how scary. Starting small of course. Today's plan of action? A hug before she went off to bed. It wasn't unusual for her to say goodnight to the man, but he was always the one to wave her over to hug or kiss her. Tonight she wasn't going to let him. 

The girl softly knocked on the door, opening it slowly and peeking in. Sylus’s brow raised, pleased by the sudden interruption. He looked down at his watch, unaware of his girlfriend swiftly making her way across the room. He opened his mouth to speak, but was shocked by how close she now was. Wordlessly, she climbed into his chair with him, sitting on his lap and wrapping her arms around him. “Just wanted to say goodnight,” she whispered. Y/n wanted to sound confident, but her voice betrayed her, shaking slightly. Sylus smiled, his large hands resting on her back. “This is quite the surprise,” Sylus began, not wanting to push her too far. Of course he had noticed his girlfriend's behavior. He could tell when she wanted a hug or kiss, but then did nothing about it. He didn't say anything, not wanting to push her and trusting she would when she was ready. It didn't bother him that she never kissed him. It bothered him that she wanted to kiss him, but didn't. Sylus was determined to do everything in his power to let you be comfortable to take what you wanted from him. “I always come say goodnight,” y/n tried to play off the action. He chuckled. 

“Yes, and I love that. But,” he hesitated, unsure how to put his feelings into words that wouldn't hurt her unintentionally. “You never do this. Not that I mind. I'm happy you're finally taking what you want from me.” 

“Can I take more?” She quietly asked. 

“You can take anything and everything from me,” he replied. 

“Come to bed? At least for a little bit. I know you have work to do, but-” she was cut off by Sylus standing, carrying her to his bedroom. He placed her down gently, tucking her into bed before getting in next to her and wrapping his arms around her again, her head tucked into his neck. He lifted her head and pressed a slow kiss to her lips, appreciating her actions. “Take whatever you want. Goodnight, love.” 

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Xavier 

Y/n paced back and forth in her apartment. She had woken up in the middle of the night, a nightmare interrupting her sleep. What had caused her to pace however, was a decision she had to make. Her dreams had been plagued with memories of what happened to her grandmother, her death anniversary coming up. When she woke up, she felt horribly lonely and the thought of her boyfriend a few apartments down almost made it worse. She was an adult, she could handle a little nightmare and just go back to bed. Or she could get in the elevator and go see Xavier. He wouldn't mind, right? But her boyfriend loved his sleep. Like a lot. She didn't want to interrupt that. Plus he had just gotten back from a mission, only texting to let her know he got back safe and was headed to bed. She decided she could be stealthy enough, putting on some slippers and heading out the door. 

The building was quiet, which made sense because it was the middle of the night. But it was cold and y/n regretted not grabbing a coat, only in her pj's. The elevator seemed to move slower and she wondered if she should just turn around and deal with this alone as she always had. But the last time she had a nightmare, Xavier happened to be over and she told him she would come to him if it happened again. She technically already broke that promise, having a similar dream soon after but dealing with it alone. This one however, felt more intense. She would not be getting any sleep after it. The bell dinged and she excited the elevator, walking over to his apartment. 

She didn't bother knocking, just using the spare key he gave her and opening the door suddenly. She was a bit surprised to see her boyfriend asleep on the couch- his arm draping off the side. This presented a new problem. He was clearly so tired after the mission, he passed out on the couch, still wearing his uniform. Y/n bit her lip in thought. Her original plan was to just get into bed next to him and sleep, but that wasn't possible with him on the couch. She'd have to wake him up. She'd have to tell him about her nightmare and that she wanted to stay with him. It was too much. As she turned to leave, she was stopped. “Is that you y/n?” Xavier had spoken through a yawn. “Are you okay?” Her hand froze on the doorknob of his door, not knowing if she should book it or not. But she wanted to get some rest. She wanted her boyfriend's comfort. 

“I had another nightmare,” y/n finally said, turning around to see her boyfriend now sitting up on the couch. He smiled sleepily at her. “Mm come to bed with me. Too cold to sleep alone anyway,” he stood, stretching. She nodded and walked over to him, unable to hold back and hugging him. He held her back, saying nothing even when he felt a few hot tears fall on his shoulder. “You're okay now. Thank you for coming to me,” he whispered to her. She nodded and backed away. Xavier gently wiped her face with his fingers. “Let me change and I'll meet you in bed?” She nodded and they headed to his room. 

Once in something more comfortable, Xavier got into his bed, spooning his girlfriend. He sighed happily, nuzzling into her neck. Y/n felt better. Warm. Being held by the one she loved most, she was able to find rest that night. 

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Zayne 

When the door to his apartment opened, Zayne was greeted by his girlfriend wrapping her arms around him. He was a bit surprised, not expecting her to be there. He hugged her back, not letting go. He always made sure to not let go first, knowing his girlfriend. She struggled to show her affection, so when she did he made sure to not break away early, soaking up all the affection he could from her. Usually, her hugs were brief, but today's wasn't. She held onto him, breathing in his scent. Zayne hesitated for a moment on whether to let go. But decided against it, thinking there must be a reason. “You smell good,” y/n murmured. 

“Is that so? I just got out of a five hour surgery,” he questioned. Maybe she believed she needed a reason to hug him longer than normal because he surely didn't smell good. 

“Oh,” she hesitated, her excuse nullified. 

“Is everything okay?” Zayne softly asked. 

“Yeah, I just,” she hesitated again. “Wanna hold you. I missed you.” 

“I missed you too,” he smiled. “Not that I want to let you go, but what is that smell?” 

“Oh, I cooked you some dinner. I figured you'd be hungry.” 

“You didn't have to do that.” 

“I know,” she replied, breaking away from the hug to look at him and smile. “I just wanted to. I figured we could eat and then watch a movie tonight?” 

“Sounds lovely. Let me go wash up,” he smiled at her before disappearing into his room. Y/n moved to his kitchen, playing the food she had prepared for them. Nothing fancy, but tasty nonetheless. Zayne had returned unnoticed, only making himself known when he wrapped his arms around her, leaning forward to place a kiss on her cheek. The two said nothing, only swaying in the kitchen to unheard music. “The foods gonna get cold,” y/n warned. Zayne sighed, but agreed, releasing her to sit down and eat. 

Zayne has refused to let y/n do the dishes after they had finished. Arguing that she had done so much to prepare it, it was only fair he cleaned up. She eventually listened, going to set up the movie in the living room. He joined her, sitting down next to her and grabbing a side blanket- her favorite. Even though she bought the blanket for him to “liven up his house”, she used it anytime she came over, snuggling into it. When the movie began, Zayne watched as his girlfriend excitedly cuddled up to him, pulling the blanket onto them both. They were quiet for a while, enjoying each other's company and the movie. The movie had slowed, the plot not being very intense. “You know you don't have to do all of this to cuddle with me,” Zayne whispered to her. She nodded, blushing slightly. 

“I know. I wanted to. It somehow makes it easier than outright asking for you to hold me. That still scares me,” she admitted. 

“Well first off, thank you for the dinner and everything. It was very nice. Second, you don't have to say anything or do anything grand. You can just pull me down here to the couch or bed and I'll happily hold you as long as you need. I know you show your love through actions, so I'm not saying to stop doing that. I'm just saying it's not necessary or a prerequisite to physical touch,” he explained. She nodded and looked at him with a smile. 

“I know, promise. It's nice to hear I don't have to get to the point of straight up asking you for what I want though. Maybe one day I'll be brave enough.” 

“And if not, that's okay. I like to think I know you pretty well and can understand your hints no matter how small.” 

“Oh really? Then what do I want right now?” She asked, eyes sparkling.

“A kiss,” he answered simply, leaning in to do just that. When he pulled back, he noticed her face erupted into a cute blush. “Was I wrong?” He asked. She shook her head, embarrassed that he truly had known. No one else had ever paid that much attention to her. “I love you Zayne,” y/n told him. 

“And I love you too.” 

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Caleb 

It was surprising to y/n that she struggled to be “touchy feely” with her current boyfriend. They were childhood friends after all. She was more comfortable with him than anyone, even after everything that happened. Caleb never said anything about it, probably knowing she had this struggle with everyone. He never pushed it either. To him, that's just his girlfriend. She's everything he's ever wanted and more. Sure, she struggles to be a bit vulnerable and come to him for a hug or cuddle or kiss, but that was okay. He was happy to initiate all of that. But for y/n, it was something that made her insecure. In relationships, you were supposed to hug and kiss and sure she and Caleb did, but she never kissed him. She had hugged him plenty of times, but holding his hand and kissing him was another story. She wanted to, of course, they were dating now. But it terrified her for some reason. The judgement from others maybe was part of it, another that for some reason if she initiated anything Caleb would be disgusted with her. She knew it was irrational, but that didn't make it any easier. 

Today was one of the rare days they both had off and Caleb was in town. They had spent most of the day indoors, playing games, ordering food and spending time with each other. But after a while, they got a little stir crazy and decided to head to a nearby park to go on a little walk and then maybe grab some dinner. The sun was out and it overall was a beautiful day. They walked down the path, chatting and messing around with each other. Y/n had run ahead, telling Caleb that he was still the slowest person ever. When he caught up, her heart thumped in her chest, more so due to nerves than the exercise. She tried to be as natural as possible as she grabbed his hand next to hers, holding it and swinging it slightly by her side. She said nothing. She couldn't even look at him, suddenly finding the trees around them to be the most interesting thing she's ever seen. But the flush of her cheeks told a different story. 

When Caleb felt his girlfriend's soft fingers hold his, he thought his heart would combust. He immediately turned to her, to find her blushing and looking away. He was shocked, knowing that this was something that was hard for her. He always said that it was okay she never held his hand out kissed him and he really thought that. But now he wasn't so sure he could go back. “Someones gotten braver,” he commented, making her pout. 

“It's just hand holding,” she muttered, moving their hands in front of them so they could see their hands intertwined. “Oh really? But you've never grabbed mine before,” he reasoned. She dropped their hands back to their sides. 

“Yeah well, a lot has changed,” she shrugged, trying to play it cool. Caleb laughed at her. “I returned almost a year ago and we started dating soon after. And only now you take my hand?” He teased. “Something big must have changed in the past two weeks.” 

“Yep,” she agreed, not breaking her act. “So much has changed that I can even do this.” She suddenly stopped walking and pressed a kiss to his lips. Caleb froze and she took the opportunity to let go of his hand and run away. When he returned to reality, he heard her laughing, his personal favorite song as she ran away from him. “Don't think you can get away with that!” He called after her, running to catch up, a huge grin on his face.

[lvmimis]

cw: part 1 of the romantic getaway series of drabbles (probably). reader and izuku are recently broken up. bakugou with an unnamed gf (at least in this part). no other warnings yet. exposition.

Izuku lets out a sigh as he slips out of his hero suit in the men’s locker room of his hero agency. It’s just nearing 6pm on Friday and he’s already exhausted from the week, having run double shifts between teaching at UA in the AM and patrolling in the evening, today being the shortest day of the week. Lost in vacant, unformed thought (which seems to be the norm these days), he’s distracted enough that he’s paying absolutely no mind to his cell phone vibrating out of control on the bench he’s placed it on, enough that it’s poised to nearly bounce off and hit the ground.

And that’s when instead, he hears the door to the locker room slam open, and reflexively lets out a yelp to cover himself.

“DEKU!”

It takes less than a second for a fired-up Katsuki to scan the room and find Izuku covering his torso and boxer briefs with his sweaty hero suit and another second for him to spot the phone he’s unintentionally been ignoring.

“You fucking-” he’s over in a flash and grabs Izuku’s phone, unlocking it instantly - a move that seriously confuses Izuku for a moment - and opens his own messages to him before thrusting it in his face.

“You need to read your fucking texts!” he hisses.

Izuku gives a defeated sigh, putting the suit down finally before reaching for a towel.

“What could possibly be so bad if you’re here in one piece?” he asks. Izuku’s patience in general has reached its limits due to a series of events over the past few months, the fact that he’s been dumped he feels unfairly a major one amongst others, so he can’t help the sarcasm in his voice, but Katsuki glares at him.

“You’re not canceling this vacation, just so you know.”

Izuku can’t remember what the hell his friend is talking about.

“What vacation?”

Katsuki grits his teeth. “Don’t play stupid with me.”

Izuku gives him an exasperated look before wrapping his towel around his waist, and slipping his feet into a pair of disposable plastic slippers.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Can I go shower?” he asks. He moves decisively, but Katsuki follows closely behind. Izuku is somewhat surprised by the audacity for his friend to continue yelling at him on the way to the showers but Katsuki is nothing if not audacious.

“All four of us got the same damn email, and I don’t care if the two of you are broken up, you’re fucking going.”

Izuku stops in his tracks, just short of one of the standing showers, and turns to look at him, as recall nearly overwhelms him. His heart begins to race.

Vacation.

Exactly 1 month ago, practically to the hour, Izuku and Katsuki and you, his now definitive ex, and your best friend, Katsuki’s very persistently steady girlfriend, booked a romantic getaway for one week.

A trip that costs no less than a whopping 1,500,000 yen per couple.

A trip that is nonrefundable.

A trip that is so exclusive and sought after that he will literally receive a hefty fine if he cancels short notice (something both of you had found a little odd when you were peering over his shoulder to read the terms of agreement).

“I can’t-”

Katsuki practically has Izuku pushed up in the shower by the neck.

“You are going.”

The four of you booked a suite as a unit as a deal and all members must show up.

“Literally HOW can I go? WHY does it matter if I go? She’s not going to show up!” Izuku retorts. A few rookie heroes are heard entering the locker room, step into the shower room, and the two of them can hear them shuffle right back out.

Izuku sighs.

“Don’t worry about it, we’re working on that.” Katsuki takes a step back, easing up on his hapless friend. “Make sure you pack properly, I’m picking you up to go to the airport.”

Katsuki leaves and Izuku is left, shocked and confused, figuring out how he’s going to manage to spend an entire week with you, a woman who apparently hates his guts now, in supposed romantic bliss.

—

Katsuki is right, his girlfriend is absolutely working on it.

“Hey, I think that we should aim for at least two matching swimsuits - what do you think about these?” 

The two of you are sitting face to face, at a table in a rooftop bar, but she’s sending you links through your DMs, and while you are opening every single one diligently, you’re trying to remind her that you’re, under no circumstances, going to spend an entire week at a couples getaway with Izuku Midoriya, given that you dumped the man 2 months ago and have washed your hands of him ever since.

“I feel like I have to remind you that I don’t fuck with this man anymore,” you finally pipe up, despite noting that your eye is on a crossover halter bikini top you actually find kind of cute.

She looks up at you, then shakes her head before scrolling quickly, then zooms in on the same email the four of you have received, right on the word “NONREFUNDABLE.”

“Read this word out loud for me, hun.”

You roll your eyes.

“It’s not my money, it’s his,” you remind him. As the words escape your lips, you already feel like an awful person, but there’s a reason why you remain steadfast in your resolve to not interact with him at all.

You decided on the breakup and you better stick to it, lest you fall into the same kind of routine over and over again. You’ve never wanted to be one of those on again, off again couples. One and done.

She blinks, then tilts her head, then laughs, taking a long sip of her martini.

“Okay, let’s try this again.” She clasps her hands together in front of her. “You ARE going and you’re going to look gorgeous the entire time.”

“If you just need a fourth person to go there, he can just bring-” Your friend raises her eyebrows and you know better not to pronounce the name that was at the tip of your tongue. “Listen, I don’t have time to go and I’ll just bring down the vibes.”

She shakes her head vehemently. 

“Listen, you need a vacation. You work hard all the time and a week of spa treatment, margaritas and sunshine will absolutely not kill you.”

You frown, but your friend is as persistent as she’s charming. “If you really want to get back at him, Izuku’s card is on file. Spend his money. Suck him dry if you’re really mad!”

You glare at her.

“Financially.” She sips her drink. “Or otherwise…” she says in a small voice. You roll your eyes at her, knowing fully well that the innuendo was intended, but the fact of the matter is that it doesn’t sound like a terrible idea.

A romantic getaway without the romance is still a getaway, and perhaps you do need a break.

So what if Izuku is there to tag along? There’s nothing left between you. 

You’re sure of it.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Hi! How are you doing with your outside life and your amazing writing? I wanted to tell you how much I appreciate your work. Sometimes your writing brings a ray of sun into my day! 💖

I don't know the name of the term. Can I request dry humping with Choso, but they're both naked. I guess the term would be, humping. Female girlfriend humping Choso, trying something new, and there is no penetration, just both of them being passionate with each other, grinding against eachother and having a nice time.

Awww! Thank you so much❤️! I'm so glad I can brighten someone's day😊. I did a plot similar to this as a scenario a little while ago, and haven't done Choso hcs in a while, so this will be just headcanons for this one.

Intimacy and touch can be challenging for Choso.

Being locked away for so long, only to be brought out as a tool, has left him both jaded and touch starved. Trust is very hard for him.

Finding a partner he can trust, who trusts him, and who shares his attraction is very rare. He knows it’s love because he knows the loves of his brothers, but this is very different.

The path to intimacy is very long. Starting with simple hand touching or caresses.

Eventually they would get to sleeping together. But not….“sleeping together”. Choso isn’t ready for that just yet and wants to save it for after everything is over with Sukuna (something to look forward to).

His girlfriend makes it hard though as she is very sneaky and wants him terribly. Something she has told him and makes Choso blush everytime.

She respects his boundaries, however, and has agreed to wait.

They instead find intimacy other ways. Touching each other, rubbing against each other under the covers, feeling their naked bodies pressed side by side.

Choso loves rubbing against her thigh. He feels a little like a dog, but he doesn’t care. Being close to her and the friction is incredible.

His girlfriend has also been teaching him how to touch her. Which he studies fervently like a new curse technique and has offered splendid results.

In all honesty as long as he is close to her, Choso doesn’t care if they ever have sex, but he is looking forward to it.

[babyjinsu]

best friend’s boyfriend goes soooo crazy… /pos also sister’s bf too + blackmail omfg i’m biting my arm rn /pos

HII MY BELOVED FAIRYY!! so sorry for taking so long ugh <//3

cw cheating, noncon, dubcon, filming, throat-fucking, the word rape, sungchan n eunseok r both mean cheaters here, victim blaming, but you're also an asshole here, blackmail

no bcs ik im fucked up when cheating is one of my favourite trope(??) like when it comes to cheating i’m there n i’m here n i’m everywhere <//3 

can’t stop thinking of a member (sungchan in my head all the time) dating your best friend to get under your pants (bonus point if you rejected him in the past!!) your bestfriend thinks he’s looking at her and hanging onto every word she says but sungchan’s eyes slide past her and cut straight to you… 

when you hang out at her house, and sungchan’s there too—and you excuse yourself to go to the kitchen or the bathroom and he’ll follow behind, trapping your body between the kitchen cabinet and his’, his fingers graze your wrist, pressing his bulge against your ass—he’ll whisper into your ear, “still not interested?”

and when you reject him again—tell him to fuck off and leave you and your bestfriend alone, he’ll just chuckle and tells you it’s okay. he’s got all the time in the world. your bestfriend isn’t leaving, and knowing you—you won’t leave her either. 

he’ll definitely take any chances he’s got. he sees you intoxicated and a little drunker than usual, he’ll sweep you off right under your feet when his girlfriend isn’t looking, bring you over any vacant room in the house and take you right there and then. 

sungchan will treat you like you’re his girlfriend for the night—telling you how tight you are compared to his girlfriend, how round, and perky, and bouncy, and soft your tits are as he stuffs his mouth full of them. he degrades and humiliates your bestfriend while he’s inches deep inside of you, his balls slapping against your wet pussy (contrary to what you’re saying… that you don’t want it…?) he tells you he loves you as his hot cum spurts deep into your cunt, filling you completely… :o that he deserves this,, he deserves you,, not just some bitch he has to settle with… :( the whole time you just had to listen..

but i also rlly like it if it’s mutual. like an affair!! ugh i find it really really hot if both the bestfriend’s boyfriend and you are into it. you both know what you’re doing is so wrong, and so mean, and so inhumane and you’re breaking the girls code! but neither you nor sungchan can help it??

there’s something even better—that chase, that satisfaction, the rush, the tension… the “is she on her way back??” “oh my god we’re going to get caught!!”.. the way your bestfriend gushes about how sweet sungchan, how lucky she is over the phone while you’re riding sungchan’s throbbing, big cock in your bedroom… 

…or maybe the other way around. you and sungchan are in the middle of it—when his good-for-nothing girlfriend calls and he has to tell you to keep it down while you bounce and ride yourself on him, then resorts to sucking his coated cock and forcing him to suppress his moans and groans while you take him deep inside your throat yupp yupp… 

but it’s the aftermath that’s hot—after he ends the call and punishes you for what you just did because his girlfriend asked him “what’s that?” and he has to tell her it’s nothing… it’s the “you know i don’t love her, right?” as he rocks his hips against your ass—but you don’t want that. you don’t want sungchan to stop loving your bestfriend because it will take the fun away ;( 

aaaa the secrecy is what makes cheating hot :( how long cn u both keep it up?

similiarly to sister’s boyfriend passes out xd…  

eunseok’s your sister’s long-term boyfriend, and you’re her forever sister who just got back from your uni for the semester break. you’ve heard of him over phone calls and conversations—your future brother in law! and you’re so excited to be seeing him. he’s a little older, wiser, and way smarter and mature than anyone you ever know. 

eunseok swears he didn’t mean to walk in the bathroom while you’re changing! he doesn’t even know you’re there, and that his girlfriend’s bathroom is linked to your bedroom. you dismiss it,, it’s your fault for not locking the door too :( usually it doesn’t really matter since your sister is… well your sister… but now there’s going to be a new family-member in the house!! so you have to be a little bit more careful. 

so it’s your fault for not locking your bedroom door either and giving eunseok the access to… your private space. it’s your fault for wearing those too short shorts and cropped top and walking around the house carelessly. it’s your fault that eunseok got a boner and he’s never been hornier—than your sister has ever made him feel—and he jerks off in the bathroom, fist wrapped around his lengthy and fat cock while murmuring and moaning your name and finishing it off in your shampoo bottle…

and when he can’t stand it anymore—needs to feel how his sister-in-law’s little, younger, tighter pussy feels… he doesn’t stop. eunseok uses you and fucks your pussy and throat like a fleshlight… he’ll tell you to leave your bedroom unlock, and you’ll comply because you’re so scared of your parents (especially your sister) finding out that you’ve been fucking their son-in-law (you’re too ashamed to say you were raped by your brother-in-law)...

eunseok comes every night after your sister has slept, and it’s the same routine, same positions all over again… he’ll carry and fuck you against the thin wall separating you and your sister’s room, he’ll shut you up by pushing his cock so deep in your throat <//3 if he senses that you’ve had enough and is going to report, he’ll pull out the tapes, the pictures (mostly you… and you don’t even look you were being violated. not with your eyes rolled back, lips parted, your cheeks red like you’re blushing,,,)..

besides who will believe you? you might be your sister’s sister but you’re also the sister who has been away for university (and you don’t know anything about her anymore now…) eunseok then will get married to her so you have nowhere to go n nowhere to run <33

the bread eaten in secret tastes yummier^^ especially ones that you’re not supposed to have…

i love cheating asks so much please indulge me with more of hihihihihihihihiihihihi >< thank u fairy lov u lov uuu <3

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Ain't That A Lotta Love - Chapter 8

A story that starts on the set of the 68 Special, with Elvis and his long-term girlfriend Dorothy Valens. Dorothy has been with Elvis for a long time for good reason - she's no pushover, and she has a habit of getting exactly what she wants. As Elvis' career starts to get back on track, their relationship fundamentally changes too.

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A/N: Elvis, Dorothy and Steve have a sleepover!

Pairings: Elvis x Dorothy, Steve x Dorothy

Word count: 3.1K

TWs: Reference to drug use, MMF threesome, a lot of smut, praise kink, daddy kink.

The next night Elvis reaches for his pills as usual and then finds Dorothy’s hand over his. He looks at her questioningly. 

“Can we just lie here for a bit? Before you turn into a zombie?”

He nods and puts the handful of pills on the bedside table, settling back down as she puts her head on his chest, her fingers playing with the hair there. 

“You okay, Dodo?”

“Mmm. Yeah. Just missing you.”

“I’m right here, baby.”

“But you were busy all day.”

“You had the guys to talk to. Jerry.”

She sighs against him. “Yeah I know. But I wanted you.”

“I gotta do this filmin’, baby. Ya know that.”

He strokes her hair gently and wonders about her strange clinginess. She’s always been independent, as long as he’s known her. He found it a little off-putting at first, and used to wonder if she really liked him. But he’s got used to it now, and found ways to get his share of clinginess elsewhere. 

“I know,” she murmurs back. 

“Hmmm. Listen. After this is done, why don’t we go back ta the house an’ have a long weekend, jus’ the two of us.”

Dorothy perks up. “Really?”

“Sure. Why not? Quality time together.”

She runs her hand over his chest again. “That would be nice.”

They’re both silent for a while, and then Elvis finds his mind drifting back to the events of the night before. 

“Never thanked ya properly fer what ya said ta me,” he mumbles, a little awkwardly. 

“Hm? When?”

“When I was strugglin’ ta go on. You and Steve. Ya saved my bacon.”

She smiles against his skin. “You just needed reminding who you are, that’s all.”

“Yeah but ya did it for me, Dodo. Made me believe I could do it.”

Kissing his chest, she snuggles into him a little more, humming with pleasure. When she doesn’t say anything else, Elvis finds himself continuing. 

“Had a good time up there. Forgot jus’ how much I enjoyed performin’.” 

She smirks, thinking about just how much he had enjoyed it, all over the inside of his leather pants, but she just hums again and carries on tracing patterns on his skin with her fingertips. 

“Enjoyed it a bit too much…” he mumbles, feeling himself colour at the memory. Not just of the event itself, but of his girlfriend and Steve both seeing the stain and knowing what had happened. He’d spent the whole of the day trying not to look the other man in the eye. 

“You’re just passionate about the music,” Dorothy replies, not for a moment suspecting it’s anything else.

“Ahhmmm.” Elvis starts to tell her there was another reason for his excitement, and then stops himself. But why is he stopping himself, he wonders. After all, it was Dorothy who’d brought up the whole him and Steve idea in the first place. “I uh… S-Steve was lookin’ at me…” he mumbles, and then stops. 

“Oh yeah?”

He clears his throat awkwardly and then just replies, “yeah.”

Dorothy deliberately stays quiet. She thinks there’s something that her boyfriend wants to tell her, and sometimes when he’s in two minds it’s best for her to just wait. Prodding him tended to make him clam up. 

“He was jus’ lookin’ at me… an’ I…” he pauses for a moment and then closes his eyes and lets the rest of the sentence out in a rush. “I was nearly fuckin’ there anyway an’ the way he looked at me jus’ made me bust a nut…” he cringes inwardly at his own phrasing. But there it is. The truth. Steve Binder had looked at him so intensely it had made him cum in his pants while he was being filmed for a TV show. Jesus. 

“Well, you were looking good enough to eat,” Dorothy remarks, smiling to herself at his little admission, as well as the memory of how good he really had looked on that stage. 

Elvis lets out a little breath and opens his eyes again. “Ya think it’s weird?” He asks.

“What, pumpkin?”

“Thought I was inta girls.”

Still idly swirling her fingertips around on his chest, she thinks for a moment about how exactly to phrase it. He’d been so upset the day before when she’d suggested he might have a thing for Steve that she doesn’t want to set him off again. 

“I don’t think it’s weird. You can be into both. I am.”

He huffs a little. “It’s not as if… it’s not like I want his dick in my ass…” he replies, gruffly. 

I didn’t ask if you did, she thinks to herself. Also, interesting that you’ve thought about it that way around… 

“You think he’s cute, though?”

He grumbles in response, thinking about Steve’s face and whether it could be described as cute. “I dunno. He’s a guy. How do I know if a guy is cute?”

“Hmm. Okay then. You like him as a friend?”

“Sure. Yeah. He’s a decent guy. Tells me… things I need ta hear.”

“And you like the way he treats you?”

Elvis hums and thinks for a moment. “Yeah I guess so. He respects me. He uh… I never feel like he’s doing things just to make me feel better. He’s not like the rest of the guys.”

“So you just might like to spend a bit more time with him?”

“What d’ya mean?” Elvis asks, suspiciously. 

Dorothy finally moves her head to look at him. “Just what I said. You like him, maybe you might want to get to know him better. Not just professionally.”

She watches as he examines her face for evidence of her mocking him in some way, and then sighs softly when he finds none. 

“I guess.”

She shuffles up his body to kiss his lips gently. “He’s a good kisser too, just in case you were ever tempted.”

“Dodo!” 

His hand finds the side of her face as he scowls at her, starting off furious but finding himself unable to stop a smile after a few moments of her amused face looking back at him. 

“I’m just saying. He’s a good kisser, you’re a good kisser…”

“Sure he don’t wanna kiss me, Dodo.” 

There’s a touch of bashfulness to his reply that makes her heart swell. She strokes his cheek. 

“Everyone wants to kiss you, pumpkin.”

***

The rest of the days go by in a similar blur of filming, jamming, singing and dancing. Elvis flirts outrageously with Susan, one of the dancers, and Dorothy is almost a little sad that there’s no opportunity to have a little fun with her. She’s giving as good as she’s getting, and doesn’t seem like the sort of girl to just roll over. But there’s no time to spend with Steve, so there’s certainly no time to spend with someone new. The evenings are so full of the usual nonsense and Elvis refuses to let there be a moment where he isn’t surrounded by people. Dorothy is about to lose her mind, and probably would have by the final night, if it weren’t for the promise of a whole weekend together without the rest of them. The wrap party is long and tiring and she starts to wish for some of Elvis’ uppers to help keep her awake. Finally people are drifting away and he seems to sense that the end is near. 

“Alright, see y’all tomorrow. Me an’ Dodo’ll go ta bed.”

She pokes him lightly in the side and when he looks down, tilts her head to one side and makes her eyes big. He suddenly remembers his promise. 

“Actually, forget it. See you guys Tuesday.”

Joe blinks at him in disbelief. “Tuesday, boss?”

“We’re gonna have a long weekend together,” he explains, squeezing his girlfriend to his side. “Alone.”

Dorothy can tell Joe doesn’t like the sound of this at all, but he can’t really demand to be in their house. It’s not as if they’re overrun with spare rooms, and Joe has his own place anyway. 

“Sure thing. Well, see you both Tuesday.” 

Elvis waves him and the other guys out, and then sits down on the sofa with a sigh. “Thought he was gonna demand ta get in bed with us or somethin’.”

Dorothy rolls her eyes. “I wouldn’t be surprised.”

Just as she’s starting to relax, there’s a knock at the door. Elvis frowns. Surely everyone had gone?

“Yeah?”

“Uh, it’s Steve.”

“Come in!” Dorothy shouts, before Elvis can say anything else. She watches him blush and sit up awkwardly straight, his legs jiggling about nervously. 

The door opens and Steve appears. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Dorothy replies, smiling and walking over to him, her arms going around his neck as she tilts her face up for a kiss. 

Steve can’t help his hands creeping to rest on her hips as he presses a chaste kiss to her lips. He’s not sure why he hung around until he saw the rest of the guys leave and then knocked on their door. Well, he is sure, he wanted to see them. Both of them. He couldn’t let them leave without… well, without what exactly? His brain is a whir of thoughts and emotions and he doesn’t quite know where to start sorting them out. 

“Hi,” Elvis says, quietly. 

“I uh… I thought you might’ve left,” Steve begins, untangling himself from Dorothy to stand in front of the other man. 

“Tomorrow.” Elvis isn’t really sure why he didn’t just get the guys to drive him home with them. Why they are both still in the empty studio sleeping in the dressing room. 

“Well, I’m glad I didn’t miss you.”

The tension in the room is so thick you could cut it with a knife. But despite that, all three of them are exhausted so Dorothy just says the most straightforward thing she can think of. 

“I dunno about you two, but I’m beat. I need sleep.”

Steve tries to swallow his disappointment. Apparently he’d wanted one last tryst with Dorothy, at least. 

“Yeah, um… okay. I’ll be seeing you then.”

She shakes her head quickly and laughs. “No, you don’t have to go. I mean there’s no space for you in the bed, but I’m sure we could make something up for you on the floor. If you want to stay.”

Steve looks a little awkwardly from her to Elvis, who is currently studying the carpet like it’s the answer to all of his troubles. 

“Well um… only if you’re sure?”

“We’re sure,” she replies, and then gives Elvis’ foot a little kick with her toe. “Aren’t we, El?”

“Uh… yeah. Sure. Be nice ta, um… have a coffee with ya in the mornin’.”

Steve decides to take that at face value and agrees enthusiastically, helping Dorothy dig out blankets and pillows and an extra comforter. It’s not the most comfortable place to sleep, but there’s something unexpectedly nice about being included in their bed time routine. Even though the floor is pretty hard and once he drops off Elvis snores pretty loudly, Steve finds himself smiling in the darkness. Not many people get to be this close to him, or Dorothy. There’s something more intimate about this than the things they’d done with their clothes off. 

***

Early the next afternoon, when all three of them are awake, Dorothy persuades Steve into the bed and he lies behind her, wrapping one arm around her waist. She has on shorts and a cropped pyjama top, so his hand is warm against her bare belly. He breathes in her smell and finds himself smiling again, relaxing into being with her on a morning where they have no plans. 

Elvis looks at them together through sleepy eyes. He can���t help the pang of jealousy he feels that there’s another man touching her so intimately. 

“What’re ya doin’? Today?” He asks. 

Steve shrugs. “No plans. Go back to the condo and eat some decent food for a change. And tonight try and get some sleep. I’ll be editing on Monday.”

Elvis’ eyes light up at the mention of editing. “Really? How long d’ya think it’ll take? When will I be able to see it?”

His enthusiasm is catching, and Dorothy can feel Steve shift behind her to become more alert and awake, moving his hand to gesture as he explains everything they’ll need to do and how long it will probably take. “So by August, we should have a rough cut you could see.”

“August,” Elvis repeats, thinking about what exactly he’s likely to be doing by then. Probably still filming. “Have ta see if I can get away from the movie set for a bit.”

“What’s the movie this time?”

“I think this one is gonna be good Steve, it’s a western an’ there’s a proper plot an’ I have ta grow a beard…” he pauses to stroke his chin. “Gotta get started on that this weekend. And there’s proper, uh… lovin’ scenes, y’know…” he blushes a little at the thought of being filmed making love, eyes darting away from Steve’s face. “Proper grown up movie this time.”

Steve is still kind of amazed that Elvis Presley gets so shy talking about sex, and that he calls it “lovin’”, but the mention of the lovin’ scenes has the older man a little red too. And has him moving against Dorothy, almost without thinking. 

“Sounds good. Sounds better than the usual stuff the Colonel has you doing, anyway.”

Elvis sighs. “Yeah, I sure hope so.”

The pause in conversation makes Dorothy wonder if something else might be on the cards, so she wiggles back against Steve a bit and moves one of her legs to try and get some contact with Elvis. 

Her boyfriend laughs, then looks over her shoulder at Steve. “Think she wants somethin’?”

Feeling his heart race, Steve replies, “think she nearly always wants something.”

“Hey!” Dorothy cries out, mostly pretending to be offended, and Elvis cracks up laughing. 

“She does, doesn’t she? So demandin’. Always tryina have her own way.”

“I am here, you…” Dorothy starts, and then finds the end of her sentence completely muffled by a hand over her mouth. Steve’s hand. 

His eyes flick to Elvis’ for reassurance and the other man grins. “‘Bout time someone shut  her up.”

Steve grins back, as Dorothy struggles a little, feeling adrenaline course through her veins and warmth spread between her legs. Wondering what they might do to her together has her unbelievably turned on. 

“What d’you wanna do with her?” Steve asks. 

“Why don’tcha lay her down?” Elvis suggests. “I’ll let ya fill ‘er up, since you’ve been such a good friend. An’ I’ll find a way to keep her quiet.” He smirks as he says it, thinking about how much he enjoys the feeling of her mouth around him. 

The excitement of the moment has obviously made Elvis a little more lewd, but he still doesn’t actually say the word pussy, and Steve is briefly concerned about misinterpreting him. He feels like the relationship is always one wrong move away from Elvis having enough. But when he gets Dorothy on her back and slips off her shorts, he realises he must be right because the other man is busying himself at her head, and after a little while of licking and fingering, he hears Elvis tell him that he can “fuck her if ya want ta, Steve. She’s a good little ride.”

Steve groans as he slowly pushes himself into her tight pussy. He can’t hear her reaction at all, as Elvis has moved from kneeling to the side of her head to straddling it, his legs pinning her arms down and his dick all the way down her throat. The younger man can’t remember the last time he fucked her mouth like this, something about the end of filming has got him over-excited and he feels like he’s lost his head a little. As Steve starts to pick up the pace, he finds his eyes drawn to the ass in front of him. He shouldn’t be looking at it quite this intently, but it’s so perfectly round and it’s right in his eyeline and… fuck… before he can think any more about it he feels the rush of his orgasm coming towards him like a train. 

“Uh… I’m uh…” he forces out. 

“S’ok,” Elvis pants in response, feeling himself close too. “Y’won’t knock her up.”

Good job, Steve thinks as he cums, tumbling into ecstasy. There was absolutely no way he was pulling out in time. 

Elvis follows a few seconds later, making Dorothy cough a little and her eyes water. They both flop down on either side of her as she tries to get her breath back. The overwhelming feeling of being the plaything of two big strong men has her head spinning. And she still hasn’t cum. She whines a little, looking over at Elvis with big puppy dog eyes. He chuckles. 

“Reckon we should let her cum, Steve?”

The other man grins. “She was pretty good…”

“Alright then. We’ll let her.”

He slides two fingers between her legs, curling them expertly and rubbing the spot inside her that he knows will make her squeal. His other hand caresses her face, looking down at her and telling her what a good girl she’s been. He glances briefly over at Steve, and then when the other man doesn’t make any kind of move, removes his fingers and grabs Steve’s hand, a mess of arousal on both of them as he encourages the older man to rub her clit. Replacing his fingers, he leans down and kisses Dorothy’s neck, listening to her breathing as it speeds up. Steve rubs firmly as he starts to kiss her belly, watching the muscles there start to tighten as she hurtles towards her orgasm now too. 

She squeals as everything turns white, blinding pleasure that makes her back arch off the bed and her palm slam into the mattress. Lips press against her skin as she writhes in ecstasy, tenderly kissing her through it. When she eventually comes to, she opens her eyes again and looks up into Elvis’ face. 

“Thank you, Daddy.”

Kissing the side of her face and then her temple, he smiles. “Think ya should thank Daddy Steve, too.”

She turns quickly, looking over at the other man. “Thanks, Daddy.”

Steve somehow manages to blush and kisses her other cheek. “That’s okay, babe.”

“So troublesome ya need two Daddies ta keep ya in line,” Elvis mumbles into her neck. 

Dorothy grins and reaches up to dig her fingers into the hair of each man. She can’t help feeling like rather than the end, maybe this is just the beginning of her little experiment…

***

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So last night me and my girlfriend went to see Les Mis in London and we were talking about how differently every production presents Enjolras and Grantaire's dynamic — whether it is one-sided longing, reciprocated, a bit overlooked or very much back and forth, etc etc.

Let me just being to say that last night's Grantaire was absolutely perfect. I could clearly tell there was a whole characterisetion that had been established and that came out in the little details. He was a skeptical Grantaire, yes, but there was more to it— almost a frustration in the awareness of his inability to avoid what is inevitably going to come. This Grantaire — ad this was a detail I loved— was truluy part of this group, lots of students had many interactions with him in a very familiar/comfortable way, and even the scolding that happened from time to time was light, not as repetitive and insistent as I've seen it before. Grantaire was very much part of that group, he had his own established role.

With Enjolras, let me just say that there were a lot of very interesting decisions that were made in terms his and Grantaire's positions on stage. There were multiple moments when the two would stand in a diagonal way— with Enjolras always being in the highest corner of the frame (either on top of the barricade or on the stairs of the Musain) and Grantaire being on the bottom corners, always diagonal to Enjolras, always a few steps away from the other students who were naturally drawn to their leader. This was truly a beautiful composition, it really helped to oppose them but also draw a connection between them.

Then, to go back to the E and R dynamic I was talking about before, at one point, my girlfriend said to me, "They are already dating in this". And let me tell you it made so much sense.

Grantaire's bits during Red and Black were acknowledge by Enjolras, but he didn't stand there glaring at him or trying to get him to sit down/put his wine away the whole time. It almost felt like Enjolras was used to this— not to him being, well, Grantaire, because that is obvious in every single production, but to him having his opinion on the Revolution, on their ideals, on Enjolras, on their friends— in this, it felt as if Enjolras had already acknowledged Grantaire's voice, had already understood it and kept it in the back of his mind, as a "i know you, I don't agree with you, but I know where you stand, because we've talked about this". That is why the scolding didn't feel as severe, why it almost felt as Enjolras didn't acknowledge him much during Red and Black, when in reality, he was always aware of what Grantaire was doing or saying, despite him being busy discussing things with the other students. There was a familiarity, I think, with the presence of the other.

(Of course Grantaire's staring at Enjolras when Marius was raving about Cosette and about a love so strong that comes without a warning and completely takes over you didn't go unnoticed, I feel like it deserves an honourable mention.)

And then. Then, when they were on stage at one point, right after Do You Hear The People Sing, there was a brief moment where Enjolras was the one being playful with Grantaire, gently shoving the flag towards him, and then at one point he leaned in, both of them face to face, Enjolras' mouth already open because he was singing— let me tell you I would suspect I was gaslighting myself, but since my girlfriend had the same reaction as me (our mouths dropped open) I feel better about affirming that it looked like Enjolras was going in for a kiss, then pulled away last second. Now, whether that was intentional or not, it doesn't really matter, does it? And regardless, I wouldn't exclude the intention behind it because we have seen several instances of Enjolras kisses on stage. I'm just saying.

Finally, the barricade. Drink With Me? The way Grantaire sang the line "is your life just one more lie?" Altered my brain chemistry, because I've never heard it delivered in such an intimate, betrayed way, the sorrow was there, the awareness that Grantaire was going to lose Enjolras and everyone else, the way he whispered the word "lie", in such a resigned, tired, hurt way. Like the two of them have had that conversation before. The way Enjolras grabbed his arm, and there was no surprise from Grantaire, no pause to think "oh he's finally acknowledged me", he only shook Enjolras' hand off him and walked away, he looked broken. And this is why we said this didn't feel like an unrequited sort of longing, or like Enjolras had not acknowledged him until that point, or like Enjolras was being stern and only focused on the Revolution, on the other students' morale. No, this felt like Grantaire finally giving up to the idea that this is going to happen, it's a "I wish you could change your mind" knowing that it won't happen, not because Enjolras doesn't care, but because they have had this conversation before and they've never agreed on it and this is now inevitable. The care was there, you could see it so clearly.

When the National Guard began shooting, Grantaire didn't even flinch. When all his friends died on the barricade, he slowly made his way to the same spot where Enjolras had been shot, looked over at the National Guard, yelled to catch their attention and let them shoot him— no attempt at fighting back, no "vive la république", because that is not the reason he will be killed— only a yell to catch their attention and the awareness that this is what it was going to be all along, the moment he'd lose Enjolras, his friends, he'd lose himself too.

Rant is over now, but I just want to say one more time how perfect this whole cast was, how perfectly put together the whole show felt— every scene made sense, everything flew, every actor clearly knew their character inside out. If you do have a chance to watch it, then do so, you won't be sorry.

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heey can you write about jealous choel? but in green flag way:3 i love your fics sm

hii anon!! thank u sm for requesting, i hope u like it <3 i didn't know if u meant headcanons or a fic, so I just did a fic, but if you want headcanons let me knoww!! enjoy!

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PAIRING(S):

Boyfriend!Seungcheol, Female!Reader

GENRE:

fluff :)

You and your boyfriend are at a party, and you haven't gotten out of your house for a while because of midterms. They've been killing you recently, and you just want a fun nice out with your loving boyfriend. Since you've had your midterms, you haven't been putting makeup on lately, but tonight you wanna feel pretty and confident. You're wearing a short black dress with a square neckline, showing off your collarbone and gold necklace Seungcheol got you. Your makeup is a bit heavier than usual, but nothing too crazy. And as for your hair, its curled perfectly, showing off the layers and dimension.

You feel pretty, for the first time in a while, and so does your boyfriend...(when does he not). He's always been clingy, but whenever you look extra gorgeous, he's extra proud he gets to call you "his". Right now Cheol is grabbing punch for you both, and you were catching up with your friend, Joshua.

"It's so great to see you again, Y/N!" Joshua says with a bright smile, looking down at your outfit. "And you look great."

You smile. "Thanks Josh, so do you."

You can feel his eyes still lingering on your figure, clearly checking you out. You feel a bit uneasy, but don't think too much of it.

"You surely didn't come here alone, right?" He asks, sipping some of his drink not breaking eye contact.

You shake your head, wanting Seungcheol to get here faster. "Nope. I'm with my boyfriend, he's getting us drinks."

You can see the disappointment on Joshua's face, but that quickly fades as he speaks,

"Boyfriend huh? You two long term?"

You nod, feeling a bit more uncomfortable, and you cross your arms just below your chest wanting to cover yourself as much as possible.

"Very. It's a serious relationship."

He nods, not in the way you would think though, almost like he's thinking of something. He takes a step closer, and you can almost feel his breath onto your face as he brushes his hand against yours.

"You sure?" He asks, looking down at you.

Before you can even process what's happening, you feel a strong hand grab your waist gently and pull you back slightly, giving you some distance from Joshua. You turn your head slightly, and immediately recognize its Cheol. Thank god.

"What's going on?" Seungcheol asks, handing you your punch he just got.

Joshua clearly looks flabbergasted, but he tries to mask it as he speaks. "Nothing man. Just catching up. You're the boyfriend, I see?"

Cheol just nods, and I can notice his jaw is tight, like he's just barely holding on not to tell Joshua off. "Touching other people's girlfriends now, are we?"

Joshua scoffs, shaking his head. "It's not like that man, I just wanted to get a closer look." He says and looks back down at my figure. In that moment, you just wished you stuck to your normal attire. Because now Joshua is staring right at your bare legs, making you more & more uncomfortable by the second.

As if Seungcheol can tell your feelings, he speaks in a firm voice. "Eyes are up here."

That makes Joshua laugh, but as you glance at Cheol, it looks like he wants to break every bone in his body. He's clearly not in the mood for laughter.

"You look good....." Josh says, almost like he's ignoring Seungcheol's presence, before continuing. "pretty."

Seungcheol tenses up, looking down at you before speaking.

"We're gonna go now." Seungcheol says, gritting though his teeth. He tightens his grip around your waist and gently pulls you away from Josh. Just as you're at a comfortable distance, he turns you around and looks down at you, his expression worried and protective.

"You okay Cherry?"

You just nod, looking up at him like he's the only person in the world. "Yea. I'm sorry I didn't know he was that weird."

He just chuckles, but instead of one filled with amusement, it's out of frustration. "The guys a jerk, touching and looking at you like that...he should know better."

That makes you smile a bit, and Cheol notices. "What?" he questions.

You just shake your head, laughing a bit. "Are you jealous, Seungcheol?'

He smiles a bit, scoffing as he shakes his head back. "No."

"Right...right." you say, cuddling into his arms as you sigh, looking at the party in front of you.

He kisses the top of your head, wrapping his arms around you. "Maybe a little.." he mutters.

You giggle, tightening your grip on his strong arms. "Well lucky for you, I only have my eye on one handsome, slightly jealous man."

He turns you around, looking down at your big innocent eyes. "He called you pretty."

You tilt your head, blinking. "Am i not?"

He huffed, shaking his head as he runs his hand through your hair. "Obviously you are. But I tell you that all the time."

You bite your lip to keep you from laughing. "You really are jealous, huh?"

He scoffed, even though a small smile escapes his mouth. "Nope. Just reminding you who said it first."

And you just think to yourself....

At the end of the day, he's the only one I'll ever want.

[kunfuseddd]

Home in Each Other

W.c- 1.7 k

Warnings- kissing other than that pure fluff

Pairing-yn x mark lee

Genre- long term relationship non idol au

A/n- Hi guys tysm for so many likes on my haechan chemistry fic i am so so happy that you guys liked it so much here's a short oneshot i have a big one coming up but here's something for now enjoy!!!

It was a hard day you just moved with your boyfriend of 6 years Mark. All day you just tried to clean up all the mess made by moving things around here and there. It was your first ever apartment you and Mark always dreamed of living together since the beginning of your relationship back then you both knew it was destiny to you and him to live together and be together for good and bad.

-„Mark can you please come get this box?"

You asked it was box full of plushies he got you since begin of your relationship.

-"Coming"

He shouted from the bedroom. He picked up the box and peeked inside.

„Wow you actually keep all of those, every single one?!"

He said in disbelief

„ Of course don't you remember it's our children"

You said smiling. He immediately bursted with laugh and put the box down to hug you.

„ Haha i was joking i love our stuffed children "

You smiled at him and looked at the clock, it was almost midnight when moving in, time flies by in the blink of an eye.

„ It's getting late Mark we should probably quickly take a shower and go to bed "

He smiled and replied

„ Bed ? You mean that mattress laying down on the flor with couple plushies blanket and sleeping bag? "

Mark replied full of joy

„ c'mon it is bed it's really comfortable especially with though that now we are going to sleep together every night"

You said smiling and He kissed you tenderly.

„ Okay let's quickly wash up and go to bed and cuddle my beautiful girlfriend roommate "

He said with excitement . You both take a quick shower change into clean pyjamas and head out to bed.

Now you layied in Mark's warm embrace , snuggling up your face onto his neck , while he slowly petted your back.

„ You know what ? Its our second night in this apartment we aren't even unpacked but I feel the most at home in my life "

You smiled and him and hugged him even harder .

„ I love you Mark you are my home wherever you are i feel like it's my home , You know home is not always walls furniture, sometimes it's your most important thing in your life , which for me it's you"

You said and passionately kissed his forehead

You and Mark continue to just cuddle for the rest of the night. You knew he was your home soulmate and safe place everywhere feels like home with Mark.

The End

[kitthepurplepotato]

Chapter 27 - My weird boyfriend’s friends are even weirder.

Summary: Y/N meets Izuku’s old classmates. It goes just as expected.

Warnings: Alcohol, swear words, Mineta

First Chapter Master List Potato support

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New group chat: nipples!

Kaminari: Our meeting point is at the artificial beach resort in the centre of the city! Bring your swimsuits!

… Deku is typing…

Bakugou changed the name of the group chat: stupid extras meet up

Bakugou: Deku can’t swim right now you idiot

Kirishima changed the name of the group chat: Class A meetup!

Kaminari: No need to swim, we are just going to have a meal in the restaurant by the “sea”!

Iida: With all due respect, why do we need a fake beach when we have real ones?

Yao Momo: That’s a great question, Iida-kun!

Mineta: Easy answer; why the hell not?!

Bakugou: Who the fuck invited this perverted nutcase?!

Mineta: Well, thank you for your warm welcome, I’ve changed a lot since high school, you know. I am in a long-term relationship!

Bakugou: with your hand?

Kaminari: I’m crying lol

Sero: Good one, Blasty!

Todoroki: Why would he date his own hand?

Kaminari: Stop, I’m suffocating

Shinsou: Please, keep going

…. Deku is typing…

Kaminari: Mean!!!!

Shouji: Hello, I’m really happy to see you guys again! Kouda is coming too he’s just too shy to type into the chat!

Aoyama: I’m bringing cheese! 🧀 I can’t wait to see Deku’s nipples twinkling! ✨

Deku: Uhm… okay, yeah, I’ll make sure… to keep twinkling?

Kaminari: Also! Deku’s girlfriend is coming too!

Ashido: Duh! Wouldn’t be a real party without her!

Bakugou added Camie into the group chat

Camie: Midobabe, you're like, totally the sickest, no cap, 100% vibes, fr fr! Bruh, I’m like so pumped to link up with y’all, it’s gonna be litttttt!

Todoroki: I wasn’t about to wear a cap so that’s fine with me! I’m not sure about linking myself together with everyone, seems a little bit personal? And what is lit? Are we making a campfire?

… Deku is typing…

Bakugou: I’ll translate. Deku, you are super cool. I’m happy to see you guys, it’s gonna be awesome.

Camie: That’s the vibe! You’re my guy!

Bakugou: See you at the spot, bro!

Camie: Yeah, bro!

Kaminari: what the actual fuck, Bakugou?!

Eijirou: Katsuki is so talented, isn’t he? He can even speak this language!

Bakugou: I’ve told you already, it’s not a language, it’s slang!

Eijirou: No way that sorcery is in my mother tongue.

Todoroki: I’m interested in learning her way of speech. It’s fascinating!

Yaomomo: Please, don’t.

Camie: I’ll hit you with the knowledge, for real!

Todoroki: Much obliged! I remember some bits from the time we hung out! So… I'm so ready to level up, fam! Why do you hate caps, though?

… Deku is typing…

Bakugou: Okay, shut the fuck up, all of you, Deku has been trying to type for an hour.

Deku: Uhm… I’m on my way with Sweets! See you guys there!

~•🥦•~

“The man of the hour!” Kaminari yells out loud as you two come through a back door that’s decorated with a massive “reserved for private event!” sign.

“Yo, you're lookin' fire AF, like literally melting the whole place down." Camie, who was sprawled out on both Eijirou’s and Katsuki’s lap just a second ago (???!) jumps up into a sitting position. She scans you with her eyes, then smiles at you approvingly. “Your girl’s looking straight up slaying, like mad fine!"

“Uhm, thank you?” You’ve been with this group for 5 seconds and your whole face is already on fire. Great start.

“Ahh, let me introduce myself.” A massive guy with several arms and eyes on his body stands up and comes closer with a smaller person in tow.

“I am Shouji. This is my friend and old classmate Koda.”

“Hi.” He mumbles, as he stares at the floor; it looks like some kind of glass tile filled with actual sand. It’s quite cool.

“I’m so glad to meet you two! You’ve done so much for the society! I remember seeing a a few posters of you two around town! You’ve had some amazing projects!”

“Ahh, thank you.” Shouji speaks up for them both, then they go back to their place.

“Heyyy, what’s up?” Camie clings to your arms just as you sit down. “I’m Camie, your favorite blonde with all the vibes. Catch me vibin’ and keepin' it real!"

“Hello, nice to meet you too!” You mutter back.

Then you spot him; the man of your nightmares… Grape Juice.

“Lucky you are Izuku’s babe, I would snatch you in a heartbeat.”

You don’t need to react. Izuku does it for you.

Mineta gets thrown into the artificial ocean with the help of black whip.

“I did not want to do that. I’m so sorry, Mineta!” Izuku yells after the poor guy floating on the top of the water. No one really cares enough to get him out of there.

“Me and who?” Camie adds with a sigh.

“Good, now he can cool the fuck down.” Katsuki mutters as finally the group concentrates on Izuku, the reason of this sudden meet up.

“Oh, you’ll definitely be invited for a photoshoot with Vogue in the next few weeks. Hell damn, my face is melting off just from looking at you.” Mina adds with a proud little smile. “It’s so good to see you alive and well, Izuku.”

The mood shifts and the background chatter dies. It’s such a quick change, but somehow no one looks flustered by it; these people have been through a fucking war and they also fight for their lives every day hence they are capable to adapt extremely quickly to new situation. Honestly, it’s a little bit sad but you also feel so much respect for these people who can just roll with the punches and change up their whole plan in a matter of a milisecond if it’s needed.

This makes you remember one of the most eerie interviews you’ve ever seen; the one with Hawks, right after the war.

“We were nothing but war machines before the big war. Now we are broken pieces trying to find our way back to normalcy. I’ve served this country since I was a kid. It’s time for me to live out the childhood I’ve missed out on. Life is too short. Way too short. I don’t want to live my whole life wondering about the what ifs.“

That interview lived rent free in your head for months. Maybe it still lives in your head right now, maybe his quiet words were the reason why you jumped into the unknown when Kyoka told you about this flatmate deal; because life is too short to wonder about the what ifs. Sometimes, you need to be a kid to be able to cope as an adult.

“It has been… so long. Too long.” Ochako looks at Izuku like she’d seen a ghost, probably going through those memories she suppressed since the accident.

~•🥦•~

The day of “the fall”

Ochako was in another district when Izuku was defeated. She’ll forever hate herself for asking for a different district around that time; she was fed up with doing the same thing over and over again so she decided to move out of the main city for a few weeks to clear her mind.

Being a hero… comes with a lot of responsibility; and sometimes, humans crumble under that weight, even if they are not in the top three.

She still remembers the cries; the common folk in the small city staring at their phones or at the TV screens in the electric shops, crying, screaming, begging their god to let the young man live another day, another hour or even another minute.

Ochako should have been there. Fuck, she would have been there if she’s not on the other side of Japan. She could have stopped the rumble from suffocating his friend, hell, she could have stopped the villains before they got to their number one!

She’ll never tell Izuku about this. She’ll never tell Izuku how those few hours were the darkest few hours of her life. She’ll never tell Izuku she was ready to go after him and take him back to the land of living if needed. She’ll never tell Izuku any of that, because Izuku would cry for her, apologize to her for causing trouble instead of realizing how much his sole existence meant to her and to everyone else who lives in this country. Izuku will never truly understand his own worth, but that’s kind of what’s so precious about him.

Ochako went home with the first train. No one asked her questions because it was all on her face; the pain, the guilt, the desperation, the need to help, to redeem herself by taking as much weight as she can from Katsuki and Eijirou’s shoulders. When she arrived at Izuku’s agency, she was met with a bunch of tear streaked faces; staff, other heroes and most and foremost, the whole of class A.

“For Izuku.” Iida’s voice was stern as he shouted out to the group.

“For Izuku!” They all shouted back, in unision.

Ochako joined.

~•🥦•~

“Yeah, it still doesn’t feel real, you know. I thought I’m a goner. I thought I’ll never be able to save people again.” Izuku confesses. “When I was struck down, all I could think of was you guys, though. And Sweets. And my mum. All Might. All I could think about was my friends and my family, how much pain I just inflicted on them, how hard it will be for them to move on. But also, it made me realize how loved I am. How many friends I have. How… I am not the old “Deku” anymore. My name comes with a responsibility now. I am not just a flick of dust on my mother’s shelf. So I fought with Death itself. I fought and I won. It took me a while to find my old self again, but… here I am. Thank you, guys.”

“You know, I was never really worried for you.” Todoroki adds with a smile on his face. “You are Deku. There is nothing you can’t do. The same goes for Katsuki. You two are my symbols of peace and victory.”

“Amen!” Camie takes a big sip of her wine. “That’s my dude!”

“Sorry, Camie, I’m in a serious relationship with Yaomomo.”

“It’s just a phrase, dude, take a chill pill!”

“I don’t need a pill to get chill.” Todoroki shows his half frozen arm to make sure the blonde girl understands. Camie rolls down to the floor, laughing.

“Ahh, I can’t with all the lolz! You’re mad hilarious!”

Izuku takes a big sip of the alcoholic beverage he just got from Kaminari. Maybe that will help him decide if he wants to cry or laugh right now.

~•🥦•~

“Denki, you are awfully silent today.” You nudge the blond with your legs.

“It’s just… we never really talked about this, you know? That day. We talked about his injuries after he got better, we talked about his mental health, but never about that day. I…” Denki’s voice shakes and the room gets silent. “I froze that day. In the middle of the fight. It went something like that….”

~•⚡️•~

Kaminari was fighting on the sidelines with Shinsou; it was nothing but a few, relative weak mates of the main gang who were fighting with Deku.

Easy-peasy it was.

Until, it was not.

“The number one is down, the villain is on the loose, fuck, we are loosing them!” Comes the voice of a guy in the headquarters.

Kaminari saw white. And red. Then white again. The world spun.

This is not real, this is not…

“I can’t see anything from the dust! The building is down!”

“Anyone has eyes on Deku?!”

“I think he’s under the building!”

“The kid… I have the kid!” A young voice cried into the microphone. “He saved the kid, he…”

“Dynamight, do you have eyes on the target? Dynamight! Any intel on the area?”

“Dynamight is out of combat.” That was Eijirou. He sounded shaken up. He’ll never forget that voice. “Deku… Deku is our main priority!”

“But the villain…”

“I don’t give a single flying fuck right now!” Kaminari heard the sound of the rumble being thrown around haphazardly. “Izuku is dying under the fucking rumble! We need to save him!”

“Red Riot…”

“Red Riot is out.” After a loud screeching sound there was silence. Kaminari’s knees hit the floor.

“Kaminari… fuck’s sake, KAMINARI!” Someone yelled. It was a deep, usually soothing sound… oh… Hitoshi. “Denki, wake the fuck up, they are about to arrive! We need to fight!”

A sound of a slap. Pain. A stern voice. Silence.

“Why?” Kaminari asked.

“For Deku.” The voice wavered. Kaminari opened his eyes. There were tears. His own and… Hitoshi’s.

For the first time since they lived together… Kaminari saw Hitoshi crying.

“For Deku.”

~•⚡️•~

“Jesus, my dude, I thought this is a celebration, not a fucking commemoration.” Hawks (OHMYFUCKINGGOD?!) rolls in in a fancy golden suit which is somehow gorgeous and disgusting at the same time.

“Hey there, my friend!” Tokoyami, who’s been sitting in the furthest corner, perks up at the sight. Oh, you completely missed him when you walked in. How the hell did you miss a guy with a bird head?!

“Aren’t you a bit old for this suit?” Katsuki grins up at the new addition to the reunion.

“Ahh, I age like wine, blondie. Also, I do whatever the fuck I want now.”

“BONJOUR! I’m late!” Aoyama waltzes in with a massive plate of cheese. You have to hide your eyes from all the twinkling as the light catches on his glittery suit.

“When are you not?” Katsuki grumbles with a pout.

“Ahh, come on now, have some cheese!” Katsuki gets force-fed a piece of cheese. Aoyama’s face explodes just a second later. “Hm. Smoked cheese, IZUKU! Try it!” Aoyama taps his hair a few times to make sure his fabulous mane did not catch on fire then moves towards your partner to pop a piece of the melted cheese into his mouth. “You have one too, honeybun, you look hungry.”

The cheese… tastes nice. A bit warm with a hint of… caramel? Uhm. What the fuck is happening right now?

“Well, please don’t mind me asking but… you need a third in your bed? I’m quite versatile.” Aoyama stares at Izuku’s chest, completely unashamed.

“Try to say that to his face instead of staring at the poor guy’s nipples, maybe that will work?” Kaminari pipes in, looking a little bit less pale now.

“Impossible, Monsieur.” Aoyama sighs. “Can I touch?”

“Hell fucking no.”

Oops. That just came out. You get a proud smile from Katsuki.

“Oh, excuse moaaaah. I’ll sit down now. Silly me.” Aoyama giggles as he takes a seat next to a completely wet Mineta who somehow got out of the water.

“That’s sexual harassment, dude. Not good.” He mutters to the twinkling blond. Katsuki laughs.

“Wow, I’ve never thought I’ll hear this from the fucker.”

“He did try to flirt with Y/N though, don’t give him too much credit.” Eijirou adds with a protective glance towards you.

“Hey, I just stated facts!”

“Fair point, she’s a real babe, isn’t she?” Hawks teases but he looses his footing as black whip crawls around his legs. “Alright, alright, calm down, lover boy!”

“I can’t help it.” Izuku confesses. “If it’s not me, it’s the other wielders. Sometimes I wonder if they love her just as much as I do.”

“Your lady has her own harem in your head, how lucky!” Mineta looks at you with pure respect.

“Interesting.” Todoroki mutters with a straight face.

“Now are we getting a fashion show, Deku, or did I come here for nothing?” The empty space next to Katsuki speaks up… and everyone gawks at it.

“STOP SHOWING UP TO EVERYTHING NAKED YOU FUCKING WEIRDO!” Katsuki throws his blazer on the giggling hero.

“Hagakure-san, your modesty! Think about your modesty!” Iida’s arms move up and down then right to left; he looks like he’s trying to make some kind of weird robot dance which Camie is quick to point out right away.

“Tooru, we talked about this.” Ojiro, whose tail is being played by Kaminari sighs. “You said you are going to be late.”

“I was late! 1 minute late!” Hagakure snickers as Yaomomo makes some clothing for her.

“You guys have changed… for the worse.” Izuku smiles at his friends, absolutely not surprised.

Just as he manages to finish the sentence, Tsuyu-chan’s tongue darts out towards the fake sea and comes back with some… seaweed?

“Tsuyu-Chan, not again!”

The seaweed plops on the top of the table. The sound is disgusting.

At the same time, the door opens to Tamaki and Mirio.

“Wrong timing?” The louder one of the pair grins as they make their way towards the table. “Nejire is in Thailand but she sends her regards!”

“I name him Pierre.” Aoyama smiles at the green haired hero.

“I will take Pierre for my next fight. Thank you for your service, Tsuyu-Chan.” Tamaki plops the wet, slimy thing into his suit pocket. It makes a squishy sound as it gets tucked in.

There is silence once again.

“Y'all are a bit cringe , but honestly, it's lowkey iconic." Camie stares at the group of friends with a straight face.

“Period.” Kaminari smirks, proud of his companions.

“If someone needs lady towels, Yaomomo can make some.”

“Honey, that’s not…”

“Dude…”

“What? Periods are normal. I can also help with the cramps.” Todoroki adds proudly, showing off his hot side.

“Can you fucking stop being a walking green flag? It’s super annoying.” Sero mutters under his breath.

“Do I look green to you?”

“FUCKS SAKE!”

“I’m ordering another round of drinks.” Eijirou stands up and makes his way towards the bar.

“Bring some shots, too!” Mina chimes in as he takes a good look at the brain dead bunch.

“Two for me. Dark shadow is thirsty.”

“You can have mine, Dark shadow!” Kouda gives his drink to the creature who barely peaks out under Tokoyami’s jacket. Dark shadow purrs.

“Sorry to interrupt but if I remember right, Dark shadow doesn’t like light, so… can we dim the fake sun a bit so he can join us?” You mutter, your whole face red because… well… you have ulterior motives.

“You want to pet him, don’t you.” Katsuki grins at you.

“Duh.” Izuku mutters into your hair as he leaves a tiny kiss on the top of your head, grinning back at his best friend while doing so. Or at least, you think. You can’t actually see it.

“Ready for the night mode?” The bartender chimes in and everyone cheers.

You manage to pet dark shadow. This is the best day of your life. You’ve also learnt that Tokoyami likes My Chemical romance, flying through the sky during blood moon and also likes gothic fashion accessories. Kyouka invited you both to her next moon watching party. She said she’ll play the “good old EMO tunes” on her guitar for Tokoyami if he comes. Tokoyami said he’ll bring his own guitar so she can play her favorite; the bass. Then the moon watching ended up with the old class A band deciding to make a surprise concert in the big park before doing the moon watching party.

Hell, you love your life.

~•🥦•~

“Come on, little chicks, time to go home!” Hawks smiles at the group of half asleep people. “Tokoyami-kun, mind getting Mineta off the ceiling?”

Tonight was fun. Some people had a bit more to drink than they can handle, while some stayed completely sober; then there are a few people who had just enough to feel the buzz but not enough to make them incapable to work the next day.

You take a good look at your table; Katsuki, funnily enough, is one of the people who went a bit past their limit, but you are quite sure no one but you, Eijirou and Deku would be able to spot the difference in his behavior. He’s still his grumpy, old self, but his body leans towards Eijirou and is more approachable than usual, then sometimes, he smiles to himself like he’s actually happy to be with his friends once again. His cheeks are flush in an adorable way and his ears have a slight tint of pink as well.

Kyouka and Mina are utterly wasted. Kyouka is sprawled out in your lap right now, like she’s trying to make up for all the time you guys couldn’t meet up due to her being on a mission abroad. Mina is busy bugging Eijirou about some silly gossip she’d heard about someone on their team; her words are slurred, her motions clumsy but Eijirou, who’s slightly buzzed right now, enjoys the word vomit and the slight, friendly touches for his old crush from middle school.

“It was really short-lived but really precious. I’m glad I’ve never told her about my feelings. I would have hated to lose her as a friend.” Eijirou once said during one of your evening meet ups. You get that.

Needless to say, Mineta and Aoyama are also wasted, if Mineta hanging from the ceiling wasn’t a good enough of a hint, Koda, Shouji, Tokoyami, Yaomomo, Todoroki and Asui had one long drink and one shot with the team but stayed on the good side otherwise, Sero and Kaminari are wasted as usual with a buzzed and grumpy Hitoshi in their ass, Mirio and Tamaki look relatively well, both trying to help with getting everyone home safe even though Tamaki has a slight wobbliness to him. Camie left a few hours ago for another party. You have no idea how she has so much energy.

Ochako, Izuku and you are… well, probably in the buzzed state, Izuku slowly moving into the “team of the doomed” as we speak. Apparently, Sato can’t get drunk properly as alcoholic drinks have a lot of sugar in them and they only make him stronger and more vigilant. So basically, he gets a massive headache the next day but doesn’t get the negative effects of the alcohol thanks to his quirk. Fascinating.

“I’m surprised you are not shit drunk.” Katsuki mutters under his nose as he stares towards Hawks.

“I’ve changed a lot in the last few years. I still like the freedom and I still do whatever I want but… I’m kinda ready to just… settle, you know.” Hawks gives Katsuki a sad smile. “I’ve been controlled my whole life, I don’t want anyone nor anything to control me anymore. Alcohol makes me loose control.”

“I get that.” Katsuki slurs as Eijirou tries to give him a piggy back ride. “But don’t forget that when it comes to people… some of them deserve to have some control over you. Sometimes… giving the control to someone else for a few hours… takes some weight off your shoulders. Makes you feel… happy and stress-free.” Katsuki hides his face in Eijirou’s broad shoulders, already half-asleep. There is a weird kinda pain etched into Hawks’s face as he tries his best to answer.

Loneliness.

“I hope that one day, I’ll be able to understand what you just said.” He admits. “Also, your friend Mirko told me to say hi to you. She can’t wait to see you on the hero Gala this year.”

“Huh, I love that bitch.” Katsuki mutters into Eijirou’s back. “She should come over for my killer carrot cake.”

“She’d love that. See you next month, yeah? Wear something funky. It’s gonna be a big day for all of us.” Hawks smiles with a little more life in his eyes.

“I’ll wear fucking pink. I swear.”

“NO FUCKING WAY.” Mina yells as he stumbles towards the door.

“Wait and see, bitch.”

“Is everyone a bitch to you right now?” You giggle as you take in Katsuki’s disheveled appearance.

“Shut your mouth, Sweetloader.”

“Oi!” Deku suddenly stands up from his chair, wobbling a bit as he does so. “Wait, Sweetloader?”

“I mean, freeloader. Fuck, I’m drunk. Ei, take me home. I want to bake chocolate cookies.”

“You are not baking cookies at this state.” Eijirou laughs but makes his way towards the exit with him. “I did hide some from your last batch, knowing you’ll want to eat some, though.”

“I want to marry you.”

“I already said yes to that.”

“True. Hell yeah.”

The room erupts in laughter. Then slowly, everyone makes their way home.

“I’m so happy, Sweets.” Izuku mutters on the way home.

“Your friends are amazing.” You smile at your partner; once again, everything feels right and you can’t help but be giddy about it.

Life might give you a lot of hardships, but eventually, the good comes. It never rains forever.

“They are your friends too.” Izuku takes your phone out of your pocket to show you the several new messages in your phone. You are about to cry.

“Wow, they all messaged me! Look, even Camie did! Oh… I can’t understand what it says but her selfie is cute!”

“Not as cute as you are.”

“Oh, shush, you drunkard.” You giggle as you open your door, dragging the hero into his bathroom to force him to brush his teeth. Izuku turns around by the sink and puts his hands on your middle as he pulls you closer to hide his face in his favorite spot in your neck.

“I love when you manhandle me like that.”

Butterflies. Fucking butterflies.

“I don’t, my back hurts! You need to give me a back massage first thing in the morning. Or early afternoon, depending on how you are feeling.” You look at him with a grumpy pout; he kisses it off your face.

“The next hero gala is… in three months.” Izuku adds, suddenly looking as sober as ever.

“Yeah?”

“I want you to come with me. As my girlfriend.”

The bathroom is spinning. Is this what you think it is? Is this…

“You want me to… be there? On the red carpet? Make it… official?”

“I’ve hid you from the world for long enough. Did a really shitty job at that as well. It’s time for the world to know, Deku’s heart is taken.”

You can’t help the tears escaping your eyes.

“You mean that?” You ask, not sure it’s not just his drunk, emotional self talking right now.

“I already talked to Auntie about it. She’s happy to make our dresses so we match. Ahh, and she’s also making my dress for that Vogue photoshoot. I asked for a sheer shirt.” Izuku grins at your red face. This is too much. Just too much.

“I’m going to sleep. I cannot.”

“Brush your teeth first, you smell like booze!”

“So do you!”

Needless to say, you’ll buy three of that magazine issue when it finally comes out. One for your massive collection of Deku memorabilia, one for the living room, one for your bedroom and one to put up in a frame in a genkan for everyone to see.

Life is great. Oh hell, life is amazing.

… to be continued!

Potato ramble:

- I’m so sorry for being late, life has been as bad as always and I just wasn’t in the right mental space to post. But I’m relatively okay so don’t worry, this story will be finished soon! Well, if I ever stop writing more and more chapters… 26 was supposed to be the last chapter, now I’m writing the 29th which DEFINITELY WILL BE THE LAST CHAPTER! 😂 Then the KiriBaku extra will be the 30th, extra chapter. Unless I decide to write 500 other extra chapters because I can’t shut the hell up when it comes to this AU.

- I hope my little “fan art” made your day a bit. It’s my favorite art I’ve ever made! He’s so cute 😭💕 Even though he’s not the number one right now in the story so I fucked that up but let’s ignore that bit yeah haha

- Camie cracks me up. I absolutely loved writing her. Also, what the hell is this language, frfr no cap

- Todoroki is me in real life by the way. There was this one time when my friend came over to help me put my curtains up after I washed them and I told everyone at work about it but apparently I phrased it in a way that in slang means he did the cheeky with me and my asshole friends/colleagues decided to not tell me about it until 3 months later. The funniest part was that my friend also works at the same place so they all told him what I said but the asshole also kept silent about it because he had the best time of his life making fun of me. I hate young people. (No, I don’t.)

- I’ll be honest, this chapter is one of my favorites I’ve ever written. I don’t know why, probably because I can relate a lot to the random topic changes and as someone who’s been through hell in the last 3 years I can tell you that broken people do tend to jump between being all funny and crying 5 mins later then jump back to being funny because that’s literally what I do on a daily basis. So this chapter is really… a bit like me. All over the place but lovable if you give it a chance to understand it. Wow, Kit, so deep.

- I’ll shut up now, please let me know what you think!

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[xxiiam]

KISMET༄

Chapter 1&2

Contents - will be a long series , Rockstarbf! Choso x reader , fakedating, slow burn , eventual smut , plot with porn - wk for this post - 4.4k

AN - inbox always open , this is also posted on ao3 and wattpad like usual - they get chapters quicker because I post each chapter separately rather than grouped up here !

Chapter 3 , 4 & 5

he rubbed the back of his head in response , “uh yeah when you put it in simple terms yes I’d like you to consider fake dating one of the members- since you know there’s already allegations and footage of such..just consider it I’m not saying you have to do it just consider it. There’s financial benefit well look after you and everything no problems”

“I’m not doing it”

“You TOTALLY have to do it are you kidding y/n?” Nobara said shaking you whilst sitting on the couch, you shook your head , “but nobara were perfectly happy how we are now what if the dating just leads to problems and I just get like bullied by the internet” . She sighs , “yeah but..think about how great it would be how many connections you’ll make if you take the offer he said you had a week to think about it in case you do or don’t want to take the deal. Maybe if you do this, you’ll finally have an idea and a stable enough environment to pursue something you want!”

Nobara always knew how to talk you into things , the next morning you called off work and called kento back , “hi y/n nice to talk to you again so have you considered what we talked about a little more?” You hesitated for a while , “I think I wanna do it. Yeah I want to accept your offer. I want to fake date choso.”

You heard kento adjust himself in his seat he started to write stuff down and his voice had more excitement behind it , “you know what y/n that’s great thanks for thinking it over more , how about I send a car to pick you up now and we can meet face to face with choso and do some more talking yeah? Get ready the car will be there in an hour”

What have you gotten yourself into? What were you supposed to wear? You decided to dress casual in a long sleeved shirt, a denim skirt, tights and Uggs . The car arrived outside your apartment complex and you got in , “are you excited to meet the band members- oh how rude of me I’m kiyotaka ijichi..I drive the guys around and stuff and help nanami and I do other stuff like that.” You sat comfortably in the back , “seems like a lot of staff for a band that is relatively still small” . He smiled , “oh but they’re not so small anymore they have grown in popularity at an almost alarming rate the band’s joint social media account has just reached 1.1 million followers as of this morning!”

Impressive, just two mornings ago the main account was sat around 650k this must be why they’re pushing for more publicity with a relationship scandal. You didn’t really have a sense of direction in life , sure you had ambitions and wants and needs but you weren’t sure in what you truly wanted , did you want to make your name finally known just for it to be a bassists girlfriend?

At the office you sat with Kento as he explained your schedule for the coming weeks and plan for today.

Kento pushed his glasses up, “choso is on the way and you’ll be meeting the band later for you know some chemistry building so you can have a feel for the vibe and stuff. Building bonds and such” you huffed as your stomach started to churn , no big deal just a band . They’re human they’re just people it’s not a big deal. You shifted in your chair , “can I go for a smoke?” You asked nervously , Kento looked over his shoulder to the door , “yeah sure just uhh don’t take too long yeah?”

You nodded and started to walk out of the building, you stood near enough to the entrance and put a cigarette to your lips , Nobara scolded you for smoking but it was just an old habit you had picked up and high school and struggled to quit cold turkey. So you just thought to never stop since it would relieve some stress. Fuck.

You forgot your lighter. Who the fuck forgets a lighter. It must still be in your bag. Smoke break ruined .

“Need a light?”

You heard a familiar voice and looked up , choso. You nodded , “yes please” you held the cigarette in your mouth as choso’s hand covered the other side of your mouth lighting it for you, he then lit one for himself . “You don’t look like the type to smoke” he said bluntly , “you look like the type to smoke just for aesthetic reasons” you retorted in the same blunt nature. He sharply exhaled out of his nose , an almost laugh . “So you said yes then?” .

“Why else would I be here?” , “I’m not sure you might be a stalker” .

You scoffed , “it’s for your benefit you want publicity for your band don’t you? And I want more money . It’s a win win..also what happened to you supposed to be in a different city by now?” . He shook his head , “tour is on hold because of my mishap bumping into you , it continues next month so we have time to publicly be seen together, do pr interviews . Post each other on Instagram in subtle ways that isn’t so subtle to the public. Things like that. Then you’ll be coming on tour with us” he said the last part like it was a complaint.

You squinted at him as you put your cigarette out on the floor, “are you fuckin serious I have a job I can’t just leave to go on tour I have a life here. How am I supposed to explain to my job- oh yeah sorry can’t work for a couple of months need to be a pretend girlfriend for a phony band in my phony life” . He held his hand out with half of his cigarette left , “what?” You asked sourly , “take it you clearly need it, it’s all taken care of. Nanami is a good guy he’s good at his job , your job is hiring a stand in for you as we speak. If this was such a problem for you , you could’ve just said no to the offer since you love the coffee shop so much.”

“I don’t. It’s just stable I like stability. This is not stable , I’m..nervous to say the least. I don’t mean to be a bitch I just you know this isn’t a normal thing to do. It’s not everyday you go from coffee shop barista to rockstars girlfriend” you stared off at the passing cars and started to contemplate if this really was a good idea. Choso stood in front of you, “what do you want to do then. A perfect life, no coffee shop no fake dating?” He seemed sincere, he wasn’t the same rushed hot headed man you met in the coffee shop.

You shrugged , “I don’t even know, I didn’t go to college I didn’t stick into anything i have no goals no aspirations I’m just kinda…floating through life waiting for a change” saying it out loud you felt pretty pathetic to say you expected choso just to laugh. “You sound like me before the band started to take off, I was just waiting for the band to take off so I wouldn’t have to admit that this was all for nothing, but uh…I guess it was all for something it’s starting to look good”

You put the second cigarette down , “maybe this will be a good profession just being a fake girlfriend for the rest of my life” , “you think I’d want to stay with you in a fake relationship forever?” . Okay he’s not all nice afterall . Who wouldn’t want to be with you forever you’re a catch. You and choso walked back up to kento’s office together minimal chatter mostly silence. Nanami stood up with a slight smile , “I see you’ve met once more, smoke together? Great bonding experience, you’re both doing great already now you guys wanna sit so we can discuss the plan for today and this week together?”

Awkward. Was the only word you could’ve described the situation as. Choso sat legs spread slumped in the office chair next to you picking at the tassels of his hoodie , chipped black nail polish adorned his pale fingers and he fidgeted with his lip piercings or an occasional ball of his tongue piercing swiping across his lips. He always seemed to be wearing something baggy no matter where he was, he didn’t seem the type to dress up for any occasion no matter how formal it may be. “Are you even listening to me choso?” Kento asked as he pushed up his glasses to the bridge of his aquiline nose. Choso swiped his tongue piercing across his lip once more , “yeah she meets the band, we make a public appearance once more and start to integrate her into my life some more, you know this is putting a real pressure on my music career. I’m supposed to be practicing with the band now that the tour is on hold for alleged mental health reasons. Which is complete bullshit actually in fact this might cause me a mental health crisis, look at her” he said gesturing over to you.

You sat up straight in your chair , “what is that supposed to mean? Are you implying I’m ugly or something?” . He rolled his eyes , “no I’m just saying you don’t match my aesthetic at all why the fuck would you be a rockstars girlfriend?” You could’ve laughed . “I don’t match your aesthetic? What are you a fashion blogger or a bassist for a C-list band?” . He clenched his teeth together the muscles and tendons in his jaw becoming taut . Kento sighed , “do you two need an intimacy class booked too or do you think you can work out whatever little dispute this is?”

“We don’t need an intimacy class Kento we’re good we’re fine just every time I say something she always finds a way to twist my words and say a snarky remark , it’s rude that’s what it is” choso huffed . “Don’t say dumb shit then , I don’t know what you want me to do choso I can’t wipe your ass every time you verbally shit on me” you said crossing your arms , he smirked in response you weren’t too sure if it was out of annoyance or he genuinely found what you said funny.

Kento stacked his papers neatly , “very well, I think we’re done here how about I drive us to meet the rest of the band now hm?” Choso quickly got up , “good we’re done wasting time” . You scoffed , “you make it seem like I’m the one holding you hostage here ,what’s your deal if you didn’t want to do this so bad then why did you agree to the deal?” . He spun around on his heels , “I don’t like female attention I’m a bassist . It’s my job how would you feel if men came to fawn over you at your job. I’d like to settle down and I don’t want teenage girls attacking my future partner over their parasocial ideals. So I’m gonna stop it before it has time to fully mature, plus I don’t want all the attention I like my brothers to have more attention than me they’re family. Family means everything to me” .

Wow choso said something that actually shocked you. Maybe under all this clouded gloom was someone you would actually like to be with. Even if it is pretend. But who was his brother?

Down in the parking lot you stood at a black suv , tinted windows and everything . How fancy . Choso opened the car door for you allowing you to get in, how gentlemanly of him. Before abruptly slamming the door..rude and opening the passenger door and attempting to sit down before Kento hissed , “choso get in the back , don’t be such a kid” . “Fine whatever I will” he said getting into the back with you. You put your seatbelt on and to no surprise choso did not , “seatbelts are there for a reason you know” he kissed his teeth and looked out of the window , “I never wear them unless I’m driving but even then half the time I don’t.” , “that’s not very safe I’d think a man who prioritizes family would also prioritize his safety to not worry his family” .

His eyes met yours once more, “I will always make sure I’m safe for my family. I’m a safe driver, are you I’d hope so if you’re giving me all this talk” . You grumbled in embarrassment, “I…don’t know how to drive” he smiled cockily in response , “you’re twenty three and you can’t fuckin drive?” . You rolled your eyes , “oh my god give me a break , back in the country side we would just bike everywhere and since moving here I just walk or take the train I am doing good for the environment if you think about it” . He smiled once more , “bullshit I bet you’re just scared” . “So what if I am , there’s no shame in being scared to drive and for reference I’m not scared of driving I’m scared of other cars driving into me!”

He laughed, “you’ll get over your fears with practice I promise…” his words trailed off but he started again a few moments after , “so the country side…why did you leave- well move here out of all places, big city leaving your parents your family your friends, scary stuff”

The conversation seemed to flow so smoothly when choso was in control asking questions he seemed a lot more genuine and interested much more than sitting in the office having Kento talk at us. Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all..”well choso I am a big girl I couldn’t stay in that small small village forever, embarrassingly enough I don’t know if you could tell or anything but I’ve never been much for making friends. Sure I’m friendly to an extent, I’d want to put myself out there to meet new people to an extent. I’m not some recluse by any means I just y’know never really fit in all that well. But I do have my best friend Nobara. It was her dream to move out here. Work for a big name fashion magazine company, I couldn’t let her go without me. I wanted to be here for her to see her through on her dreams.”

You let your words trail off , putting everything into perspective made things much more embarrassing said out loud , you felt you hadn’t truly lived yet , nor experienced much. Plus your tendency to overshare to anyone who is willing to listen added insult to injury. You glanced up your eyes meeting once more choso seemed a lot more comfortable speaking to you , his gaze was much less abrasive than what it was like usually toward you, “that’s..sweet. You’re not all bad y/n maybe this can work out afterall. If not, I could be your friend if you would let me”

“I just might”

Kento parked the car at the music studio , you had not seen much of this side of the city . Much more rich areas , not that you were poor by any means just , scraping by . But comfortably . Comfortably scraping by. You met rent each month with some to spare , groceries didn’t cost too much since you’d just take some food home from the coffee shop which was against store policy but you couldn’t give two shits. Choso held the car door open for you and closed it behind you , “don’t look too impressed , you should’ve seen our old studio. Not as fancy but a lot more homey” , you hummed , “what was it one of the members garage?” . “Uhm actually it was the basement” he said in a mocking tone.

Walking in choso held every door open for you and you assumed slowed down his walking pace to match yours , his tall stature provided a sense of comfort you had not felt in a while. This foreign experience was made a little easier now that you and him weren’t friends by any means but on a friendly ish term. Kento opened the door , “and y/n this is the rest of kismet , play nice everyone” he said sighing and sitting down at a chair by the side of the door . “Nanamiiii” Satoru the white haired lead vocalist called out , “no coffee no sweet treats? Dude you’re lackinggggg today” he said in a jokey tone.

satoru was the least alternative out of the band but his visuals might be the most interesting , pale white skin , piercing blue eyes , thick white eyelashes and an even frostier shade of white as his hair color. He wasn’t much for piercings facially wise he had two eyebrow piercings on his left eyebrow it was so the focus wasn’t drawn away from his beautiful features , or so what he had said in interviews but you had seen clips of him shirtless and he had his nipples pierced so that was a surprise to say the least.

Nanami groaned in annoyance by satoru’s pestering, “please just leave me be for ten minutes. Just stop talking to me” the band seemed pretty close with their manager which was sweet most bands the manager just takes advantage of the band and milks them dry for money. Choso didn’t leave your side , “don’t be scared they don’t bite” he said leaning down into your ear so only you could hear. Shoko was the first to greet you, “satoru don’t be so rude we have a guest” she said putting her arm around his neck and practically dragging him toward you both, “nice to meet you, I’m shoko are you the fake girlfriend?”

You smiled awkwardly, “that would be me, I’m y/n” . Satoru rolled his eyes resting his elbow onto shoko who was a good head and a half shorter than him , “choso I have no idea why you’d agree to this who would want to be tied down when we’re reaching our peak- no hate to you at all I mean you’re gorgeous and everything” he said finally making eye contact with you , “thank you?” You said you had become more closed off now because of that comment. “I don’t give a shit I don’t know why you’re so excited the only girls who want you are like fourteen weird to be flexing that satoru”

He rolled his eyes once more , “there’s plenty of women who are above legal age who want a piece of this” , “only girl who could truly love you is your mother you are such a pig satoru” shoko said putting a cigarette to her mouth and lighting it. “I think it’s good , it’s what choso wants and he like you said picked a good looking girl” . Suguru made his appearance , “so shallow- you both only care for appearance I’m sure y/n was it?” , “yep , lovely to meet you” . He smiled at you , “see how polite I’m sure y/n is a lovely girl just because choso doesn’t want to give his dick up so carelessly doesn’t mean you should shame him satoru”

Choso looked down at you , you were very bombarded by the crowd of individuals in front of you , he placed his firm hand onto your shoulder , “let me introduce you to sukuna” he said softly . sukuna sat manspread on a couch eating some kind of fast food , “y/n this is one of my brothers, sukuna.”

Oh wow so sukuna is his brother , one of them so he has more? . “Oh hello I’m y/n .. chosos fake girlfriend” . “Yeah I know who you are choso won’t stop bitching about it, in my fuckin ear do you know how tiring it is? I have yuji all like , oh my god sukuna what do I do why isn’t Mia or Mai or some other unknown random not texting me backkk then I have choso , ugh sukuna why is my life so harddddd I can’t believe my life is this harddddd” you laughed while choso pressed his lips together in a thin line , “you should watch your diet fat fuck you’re almost thirty you know metabolism slows down like crazy at that age and plus you’ll start balding soon” . “Oh whatever suck my dick you know I’m bulking” .

“Yeah when is that bulk gonna stop fat shit?” , “when you get the balls to get a real girlfriend instead of a fake one pussy ass bitch and bringing up my age IM TWENTY SIX IM NOT EVEN CLOSE TO THIRTY” he said angrily pushing the last of his burger into his mouth , “yo are you good at Mario kart?” He said his eyes meeting yours , he looked a lot more intimidating than what he actually was, who would know a 230 lbs of muscle , 6’7 , tattooed with a body littered with piercings man would be asking you about Mario kart. “Uhm I haven’t played in a while but I’m like pretty okay I’d say.” , “good because yuji is taking a massive shit right now and insists we play but I don’t wanna fuckin play with him he’s trash” , you laughed in response , “yeah who do you play?” He looked up and made a face at you like you asked an outlandish question , “the big og donkey fuckin kong obviously he’s the man” .

Choso screwed his face up , “why is yuji here? Why isn’t he working?” Sukuna pushed his hips forward so he could slump into the couch more , you could start to see the resemblance between the siblings in the way that they sit , “uhh because he doesn’t work mondays you fuckin troglodyte” , “yeah big guy spell troglodyte, go on I’ll wait” . Sukuna pondered for a while , “okay . T R O G L I-“ “wrong already” . Sukuna scoffed , “fuck out of my face choso I like your fake girlfriend more than you already go to the gym your skinny ass arms are pissing me off”

Well the short temper must run in the family. The door opened and another pink haired boy walked in , his face lighting up when seeing Kento , “Nanami the man..any snacks? Any sweet treats?” . Kento was almost drifting off into a nap state , he must not get much sleep having to deal with the band , and since you assumed this was Yuji it was sweet to see that he was also well acquainted with family members, satoru put his arm around yujis shoulder , “I asked the same thing dude but no he’s lacking like crazy maybe we need a new manager” . Kento pushed his glasses up into his hair and rubbed his eyes , “I am your manager not your errand boy if you want snacks call up ichiji not me” . Yuji grumbled , “hey ichiji isn’t errand boy either he’s a sweet little guy” . Yujis attention was quickly interrupted by catching glance of choso who was now sat down next to sukuna leaving you still awkwardly standing .

“CHOSOOO NO WAY” he said practically bouncing over to you three , “ooh who’s this?” You smiled at him , “I’m y/n nice to meet you” . He grinned back at you , “yuji im yuji their younger brother how do you know the band are you a new assistant?” . Choso slowly stood up , “no yuji this is my new girlfriend- fake girlfriend to us but to public eye she is my real girlfriend don’t say anything to anyone at all ever” yuji oooo’d and ahhhh’d before grinning again , “that’s sweet what do you do for work and stuff are you a singer too? In a band or something?” .. you felt kind of ashamed in a way . Just a barista . You really needed to make a name for yourself. “Oh I just work in a coffee shop downtown..nothing exciting” . “Oh no no the opposite totally you know I always wanted to be a barista at like Starbucks so I can make one of those videos where they’re like , here’s your pink drink what else is pink” you stared at him dumbfounded..what did he just say . But sukuna laughed to humor him , “i saw that on instagram reels” sukuna said starting to laugh at himself .

You just smiled and nodded in response , there was a stark difference in the brothers but they all seemed very genuine and authentic , “what do you do for work yuji?” You asked whilst sitting down because choso finally gestured you to sit in between him and sukuna.. not much room since they’re both chronic man spreaders but it’s okay. Yuji giggled , “oh I’m a fire fighter !” WHAT? WHAT KIND OF FAMILY IS THIS TWO ROCKSTARS AND A FIRE FIGHTER . Yuji was still smiling and then swiftly flexed for you to which sukuna quickly humbled him , “looking skinny yuji get back to the gym” . Yujis face dropped , “why don’t you get out of the gym unc you’re looking like you’re on roids no wonder you’re so angry all the time”

“I’m not a pussy I’m not on steroids you sick fuck” sukuna said screwing his face up at yuji , “you need to be in the dentist’s office for a checkup shark teeth eughhh” he said holding his nose. Choso just smiled , he must be used to this . That’s why he was able to keep up with you berating insults at him.

It was sweet in a way

Their own strange way.

[hustling-starley]

Harley laughs at Ame's comment, feeling her chest grow lighter at the sound of Ame's chuckle, and her sweet words. "Yeah, but who cares? I mean it, and so do you. And hey, I'll take some corniness if you can handle my cheese."

A soft knock on the door puts a pause on Harley's thoughts, as she looks to the source of the sound. She'd nearly forgotten that they weren't entirely alone, but the smell of fresh chicken potato stew makes her stomach cheer with relief.

Yuki walks into the room, nudging the door open with her leg, and carrying two bowls of dinner. "Apologies for interrupting. Harley hasn't eaten yet, and I wasn't sure if you had, either."

Harley lets go of her beloved girlfriend for a moment to take the bowls, handing Ame one while she takes the other. Thankfully, the stew had just been finished, judging by the warmth of the plates. "Oh thank God, I'm starving! Did Grayson get samples?"

Yuki nods, a neutral expression on her face. "He seemed happy with the potato skins. I'll give him his regular food in a moment."

"I guess I wasn't the only one who was hungry," She giggles, looking back at Ame. She shifts to sit in front of her, with her legs touching Ame's. Enough space to let her eat, but not too far that she wasn't out of Ame's reach. "And you better eat up, too. It's not everyday you get to have some of Yuki's culinary masterpieces!"

The other girl leans on the door frame, observing the two ever since she walked into the room. She figures that given Harley's demeanor returning to its baseline, that surely her pain must have done the same. Whether that's due to the medicine, Ame's presence, or a combination of both, Harley seems satisfied by this outcome.

But as for Yuki… well, it wouldn't be the first time she's felt so conflicted.

Harley notices, tilting her head as she eats her stew. "Everything okay? You know you don't have to be all professional here, it's just us."

Yuki nods, her voice taking on a deeper tone than before. It comes to her with ease, her natural tone. "Actually, I think it will be fine if the both of you hear this."

Harley raises an eyebrow, but allows her to continue. She knows Yuki expressing herself doesn't come easy, especially when she's not using art as her medium for it. The calm she kept while talking to Ame, informing her of the situation- even amidst what had to be a spiral, was something Harley knows she'll have to thank her for later.

Yuki stands up straighter, unwavering, as she speaks. There's no trace of any emotion, other than a practiced, steadfast gaze. Her eyes lock on to Ame, peering into her. She didn't forget Ame's words, nor the familiar sting that came with them.

"Sage and Maddie have their reasons to be wary of you, but… with their salaries, they can only afford one annual trip here, at best. And that's not even accounting for other obligations they have, back in America. The same can be said for Harley's relatives. She has doctors to ensure that she's healthy, but in terms of immediate support…"

She softens for a moment. "You and I are all she has. And if she's willing to call you her partner, after everything she's been through, the bond you share must be sacred."

Harley's eyes widen for a moment, before heat rushes to her cheeks. She looks down at her food, concentrating on eating. Because, as embarrassing as it is to depend on someone, Ame was important. Too important to lose.

Yuki knows this, too. It's why her tone shifts into something sharp, a glistening blade to the throat.

"Let it be known that had I not convinced them to give you a chance, the three of us would have been the ones to take Harley back, that night. You rode in that cab with her, because we gave you the benefit of the doubt. However,"

Yuki's tightens her grip on the doorframe, holding herself back from clutching Ame's jaw the same way.

"If Harley did not come home safe, you would not have lived long enough to set foot in this apartment. Do not make me regret that choice."

She turns around, holding on to the door knob with her other hand. "I'll be down the hall. Call me if something comes up."

And with that, she closes the door. She keeps her word on filling Grayson's food, before she gathers her things from the Living Room, and leaves.

Harley pauses on eating, taking Ame's hands into her own. "Hey," She's gentle, rubbing her thumbs along Ame's skin. "Try not to take what she says personally. I know, easier said than done, but… she's lost a lot, too. Only natural that you get protective of what you have left."

"And hey, maybe when the two of you know each other better, she'll be just as fussy over you. So don't lose hope, alright?" She nuzzles against Ame's shoulder, peering up at her with a smile. "For now, you've got me, and you're stuck with me 'til the end of time. You're mine, and I'm yours."

She's not worried about it, mainly because she knows Ame well enough that by this point, she can handle whatever Ame throws at her. Roll with the punches, and stick around until the end comes for them all. Best to enjoy the time we have while we've got it, right?

Every moment matters, and Harley knows she wants to make every minute, every hour, every day, week, month, year, decade… all of it will be special. Because she won't be sharing it with someone who views her as a temporary fixation.

She'll be sharing it with Ame.

Harley knows she's the farthest thing from normal, and really, she sees no point in hiding that. She's not ashamed of that part of herself, the playful rebel in her that always liked to poke fun at the rules, bend them until they broke and let all hell run loose.

But she also knows that she's not kind, at least not in any conventional sense. Her mere existence as is defies conventions, so it's no wonder that her compassion is only noticeable to those who look for it. And in turn, those who receive it in Harley's actions. Harley never liked to stay in one place for too long, always wanting to find new opportunities she'd found, crack them open like geodes and peer into their offerings. She's looked at people the same way- novelties to be explored to their fullest potential.

But it was a lonely life, only keeping others close enough to utilize for their connections, but never enough that they could know her. That they could hurt her, or leave her.

Her friends knew this, that Harley's independence was just another part of her, but that wasn't the problem. The real problem had to do with moderation. Her fire that paves the way forward, could just as easily burn herself and bring down everyone else who loves her.

Harley was never the most flowery lover, but she was a genuine one. One who would always fall hard, no matter if she fell first or not. Threw herself whole-heartedly into any connection, even if she's scared- maybe because she's scared that she'll never get to live out those fantasies of hers. Those desires she's shoved in a mental closet for ages.

So, when Ame traces up her back with tenderness she hasn't known in years, looking at her with love she'd never thought she could have, real love… she knows this is it. Nobody else but you.

Ame could drag Harley down to hell, and she'd let her as long as Ame held her hand.

She smiles, but this one is warm. Soft, in the way that only Ame can get out of her. "And you always will be. Because I'm yours."

She presses her forehead against Ame's. "There's only one Ame-chan like you, you know? So… nobody could ever take your space in my heart, because it's yours. Because it's you."

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

Omg...... Like Mother, Like Daughter is doomed Yuri (half yuri? One sided yuri?). TT0TT Sol doesn't feel the same way I'm pretty sure (sadly), but Som is DEF down bad. TT0TT And Som's not exactly the most mentally stable jakfjdksalfj (I think she has a bit of a "Sol's my pet" vibe going on as well. Som means well but she is NOT healthy either jfakslfj oh this is just going to be a fucking wreck I'm ready let's GO!)

(spoilers under cut, also under cut cause length and pictures)

Like she saw the boy Sol is hanging out with and was just ">:("

*sobbing* She is SO DONE when she finds out they are dating TT0TT

*sobs* ahhhh! klasjfdk OhmyGOAD SHE is tREMBLING as Sol tells her how she got with the guy TT0TT

She is literally SULLEN that Sol and guy have been dating FOR A MONTH! she looks os SICK TT0TT

My poor girl is literally doing the Arthur fist clench with her fist TT0TT

Som! Som! Girlie! I don't think this is just a friendship for you anymore.

LKFJDASKLFJKLAJFKL WAIT

"Anyone can see at first glance that he's good for nothing. But how does she not see that?"

OHHHHH MY GOD SHE'S LIEK 'HE SMELLY. HE STANK. HE POOR. HE BROKE. HE TOO NORMAL FOR HER." GURL! GET OFF THE FLOOOOOR!

"To be honest, I wish they'd break up" NO YOU DON'T SAY???? nEVER WOULD'VE GUESS!

Oh I was just here for the matricide but I've been blessed with more angst! Let's goooooo!!!!!!!!!

[valyrfia]

I need to talk about Max's soft smile in that "just an inchident" RBR tiktok, because I can't be the only one who's noticed that he's got a very specific, bashful, gentle, almost-shy, Charles smile that he only pulls whenever he is speaking to Charles or Charles is mentioned. It's like his entire demeanour goes soft and light and gentle, he's like a cat suddenly flopping belly-up.

[teddybeartoji]

o wait before i start posting any pics.. i was thinking that maybe.. you guys could help me liquify this gender some more by switching up what you call me.... DON'T GET ME WRONG I LOVE . LOVE LOVE LOVE WHEN YOU USE HE/HIM AND JUST OVERALL LIKE MORE MASC STUFF THAT'S SOOO MMMMMMMMMSO FUCKING GOOD like i don't get to feel that irl at all so it really does make me so happy but i've just been thinking abt TRYING to switch it up more yk? does this even make sense...... . hhhh anyway i might won't even like it and i'll want to just go back to hehim but i wanna try... JUST TO SWITCH IT UP.

[agalychnisspranneusroseus]

An underrated sashannarcy dynamic is them starting as a V-shaped relationship and the hinge realizing the other two are also in love and trying to set them up. I wanna see Marcy playing matchmaker for her two girlfriends who hate each other and also love each other but they also hate each other and

[katyspersonal]

1 Insight: Djura's third companion is Josef

15 Insight: Josef is just a cooperator variant of the NPC type 'Izzy's Successor', Djura's third companion is that corpse you pick Charred Set from

40 Insight: 'Djura's companion' might not even necessarily mean Powder Kegs. For example, Djura's Ally doesn't have any Powder Kegs weapons but is clearly included! Even then, there were multiple Powder Kegs, why just three specific ones? Maybe 'companions' refers to his polycule divorces closest friends or whatever. Could that mean Bestial Hunter who is from Oto Workshop (beta Powder Kegs workshop)? Could that mean Valtr since his weapon was made in Powder Kegs? Could that mean Izzy? Who knows!

60 Insight: Djura's third companion is an OC spot because developers forgor/had no time and we've been doing blue curtains effect this whole time

99 Insight: Djura's third companion is a Blood-Starved Beast that Djura's Apprentice fights with, they left Old Yharnam together and this one was poisoned with Ashen Blood all along and eventually turned

0 Insight: You've been fighting Brainsucker in Upper Cathedral Ward's corridor for too long lol