#they hold it in but as soon as they start talking to each other the dam breaks

[forchosangwoo]

— relationship w cho sangwoo ☆ sfw + nsfw headcannons

warnings : mdni, nsfw notes : first time writing headcannons on this account! hope yall like it and that no one thinks its really bad TT feel free to leave feedback <3 this is written with a female reader in mind but all genders are welcome!!

SFW . . . !

he'd love to take you to expensive or nice restaurants on his day offs.

he'd give you lots of gifts rather than words of affection since he has trouble expressing his feelings to anyone.

he'd would cuddle you after he finishes his work. he'd kiss your forehead and run his hands through his hair as you drift to sleep.

if you were cooking something for dinner, he'd come and help you.

he'd love to hold your hand or waist in public, making sure everyone knows you're his.

when someone else starts flirting with you, he'd get super jealous. he'd give them a glare and pull you closer to himself.

if he's away from home, he'd send you "good morning" and "good night" texts to you everyday.

he'd be the bigger spoon when cuddling in bed.

he'd have a picture of you in his wallet and on his phone wallpaper. he'd smile every time he sees it.

he trusts you a lot and would slowly start opening up to you about his problems but would still be careful to not burden you.

he would love to listen to your yapping.

he'd always let you pick a movie to watch together and he'd end up watching you instead of the movie.

he'd ask you questions about your interests just so he could hear you talk more. he finds it cute.

when you compliment him, he smile to himself and defend himself humbly. however, eventually he would give in and start teasing you back.

he'd love to shower with you together and help wash your hair.

NSFW . . . !

he'd give you LOTS of praise but mostly "good girl".

he definitely prefers being dom but would try out being sub if you wanted him to since he loves you.

he'd start soft and gentle but then start becoming rougher and rougher until you begin to cry out.

he'd love hearing you being vocal and reacting to his touch.

he'd make sure not to overstimulate you and be careful to not cause you any pain.

he'd collapse on top of you as he cums onto your stomach and kisses your neck.

he'd prefer to receive oral since he loves playing with your hair as you pleasure him, although of course he also loves to eat you out and pleasure you too.

he'd give the BEST after care. every time he'd make sure to clean you and everything up and shower you with love. he'd whisper sweet and affectionate words to you before falling asleep while holding each other close.

Thank you so much for reading! More coming soon . . ?

[caitlynsrighteye]

Caitlyn Kiramman x Reader(Vi replacement)

Takes place after S2E3. After their fight with Jinx and Caitlyn doesn't leave us TT.

Contains: wlw, smut, angst, f!reader, 1st pov, established relationship

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The night is cold. Outside, it's dark till lighting brights up the sky. Sounds of pitter-patter of the rain hitting the tall glass window. The mood is full of sorrow, yet pleasures amongst our bodies as I rock back and forth. Our centers are rubbing against each other. We breathe heavily as I do my best to keep pace, straddling her. I lean on her shoulders, pushing them into her soft yet firm matress. She lays still, her hands gripping onto my hips harshly, finger tips digging into my skin as I continue to ride her.

I look down at her and stare into her deep ocean blue eyes as they glance back and forth to mine and to the motion of my sweaty body. To her, this may just be a meer distraction from the pain and grief she has been going through the past week, ever since her mother and others were killed by Jinx. To me, it is a moment of bliss and love. After everything we've been through, she is the one I often think about. She never leaves my wandering mind. I think about her smile that she's lost, the light in her eyes, the spark in her laugh. Now, the only thing that sparks is the fuel of rage and hatred towards the girl I once called my sister.

"Ah... Cait..," I feel my heart race, and my stomach turn. I lean my head back in pleasure. The feeling of an intense release arriving shortly. The six foot enforcer says nothing, just grunts, and uses her hands to help my hips move faster. The both of us moan loudly. "Shit," she says behind her moans before pushing her head back into her pillows. She orgasms with a groan and grits her teeth. As she looks up at me, she quickly turns us both over. My back slams onto the cold matress, a refreshing feeling to my overheating body, and she kisses up my leg from my knee and to my groin. Soon licking and sucking my cunt quickly with one of my legs over her shoulder. I death grip the pillows that my head landed on and arch my back. I moan her name repeatedly. "Ah- fuck, Cait- ah!". Her tongue swipes and glides swiftly around my cunt, causing my release to zap through my spine.

After a moment, the shaking of my body begins to slow. Caitlyn licks her lips before wiping them with the back of her hand. Our eyes lock. She hides her pain well, a bit too well, but I know deep down she's hurting, bad. I reach out to hold her cheek, and she looks down at it. I almost touch her before she moves, getting up and sitting at the edge of the bed, opposite from the big window. I sigh. Saddened that she isn't able to talk to me or allow me to comfort her. I give her a moment, I sit up onto my elbows and start crawling over to her. Lighting strikes outside and lights up her room. I am able to get a quick glance at the details of her figure. Her messy shoulder-length blue hair, the toned lines of her arms that look a bit skinner than before, and some small scratch marks that scatter her back from earlier that evening.

I slowly stretched my hand out, gently grabbing her shoulder as she's leaned over onto her knees. Softly, I spoke, "Cait..." she doesn't move. After a second, I feel her inhale deeply before letting out a long sigh. "I'm sorry... it's just - " she stopped before finishing her sentence, but I understood. "Caitlyn, I am here for you. Let me be there for you. I will do anything. Just let me help you." She places a hand on mine and looks over at me. Her eyes are shiny from tears that struggle to eacape. I wrap my arms around her into a tight hug. Then I felt her tears drip onto me, like they've finally left a seal that Caitlyn has locked them into. They break free, and so do her cries. She leans into me, releasing sobs under her breath. I hold one of her cheeks in my palm and touch my forehead against hers as she continues letting out her hidden grief.

Her cries soon die down. Her reddened eyes meet mine, eye bags dark from exhaustion. We glance at each others lips and lean into a soft, comforting kiss. The kiss was not long, but it was all that we needed to exchange passion towards each other. Our lips unstick. Cait and I sit for a while before I pull her back, gesturing for her to come back to bed. She follows, and we both climb under her sheets. She cuddles and wraps her arms around me, giving quick pecks to the red and purple marks that are painted all over my neck and chest. Then she burrows her face into the crevice of my neck, her warm breath on my skin. Her breathing calms and slows, indicating that she'd fallen asleep. I'm happy with how the nights ended. The girl I love deeply in my arms, resting after all she's been through. I kiss the top of her head and close my eyes. Falling asleep and the contact of her body kept me warm throughout this cold, storming night.

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Note: i miss her sm, happy late bday loml

First time writing in years, in honor of season 2. Hope you enjoyed♡

[concretejunglefm]

OMG Imagine being the designated cuddler for Bad Omens and Matt

The bands designated cuddler. Who knew that being a merch girl came with such perks?

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x f!reader.

CW: smut which includes cockwarming, unprotected sex (p in v), breeding kink mentions and dirty talk.

Names: fucktoy, cocksleeve, breeding bitch.

Smut under the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.

It all started when Noah pulled you into his bunk one night after seeing him watching anime and asked if you could join. It had been innocent at first, with him making space for you, but with the space in the bunk being as small as it was, you were soon positioning yourselves to be spooning. Your body fit perfectly against Noah's chest with his arm loosely over your waist as you held up the phone for you both to continue watching.

"Know something that'll make this even better?" Noah leaned in and whispered against your ear.

You weren't sure what Noah's suggestion would be but you certainly didn't anticipate feeling him slipping down your pj shorts as well as his own boxers. The feeling of his cock along your cunt made you moan softly and he was quick to raise a hand to your mouth, covering it as he leaned in to breathe against the ear. "We need to be quiet." All you could do in response was nod as he pressed the tip of his cock between your slick folds, guiding himself slowly into your tight, wet cunt.

You instantly felt full and needy and while you attempted to rock against him, he held you firmly in place, pushing his fingers into your mouth with a simple instruction; "open and suck." You happily obliged as he remained balls deep inside your aching pussy, not moving or allowing you to.

The only sensation was you clenching around the thick of his shaft, while softly moaning around his fingers as your tongue circled them, making them as wet as possible. Each time you did this he would push his slender fingers further into your mouth as he murmured against your ear. "You're such a greedy little thing aren't you? You make the perfect little cocksleeve, I wonder if the others would want to share."

The only response you could make was another  muffled moan, the idea driving your eyes to roll back and your pussy to clench around him, something he easily noticed. "Oh, you like that? You want to be used by us all?" And you nodded your head slightly to the idea, the thought of them all filling you in their own way leading you to your attempt at rocking your hips once against him.

This time Noah allowed for it, his grip on you merely providing a means to keep you pressed close as he began to buck his own hips against you, driving his cock deeply. Each stroke of him between your tight walls sent a ripple of pleasure throughout your body, making you whine around his fingers while he continued his slew of dirty talk against the shell of your ear, moving his head down just enough to kiss and nip at the skin of your neck.

"You want to be used as a fucktoy? The bands own personal breeding bitch?"

There was another high pitched sound in your throat as you mumbled a 'please' around his fingers and when he pulled them from your mouth his hand moved down the front of you, into your shorts as he began toying with your clit, driving his hips harsher and faster.

"Then you're going to have to make me cum. You're going to have to prove yourself as a worthy fucktoy, show me how badly you want to be filled with my cum. With all our cum."

You caught the growl in his voice and a whimper left your own mouth as your hips rocked to meet him, slamming back against him, squeezing your walls tightly around his cock as he used you to reach his peak. Noah's fingers continued their skillful assault on your clit, playing with your sensitive nub until you felt yourself falling over the edge, trying desperately to hold back your moans as he fucked you through your orgasm until he was spilling his own deeply within you.

You were so delirious that when you finally came back down from your thigh, it was only then that your eyes widen with the realization you'd left the curtain to Noah's bunk wide open, being met with Matt who was in the bunk across from you, watching you both, a smirk already wide across his face and a hand down the front of his shorts, making a lazy stroking motion along his cock before he asked; "When's my turn with the new toy?"

[synvil]

Lights, Camera & Action! // Pornstar! JJ Maybank

a/n : no one asked for this but i decided to make a pt 2 to this au, just bc i can’t stop thinking about it 🤭 and it was such a hit with rafe, so i hope you enjoy!

correction- two people asked for a pt. 2 but i think they meant with rafe but i already started this so apologies!

synopsis : after your last film job with THE Rafe Cameron, you get another job with an up and coming star, and it becomes a hit with your fans.

warnings : nsfw ahead! overstimulation, pussy-eating, rough, squirting, praising, etc.

“[Name]! Fantastic work with Rafe Cameron last week. Everyone loved it!”

Setting your purse down on a nearby counter, you send an appreciative smile to the director. “Thanks, it was nice working with him.” And it was even nicer of him to ask you out afterwards. It was amazing and you spent some time just texting each other due to his busying schedule.

You manage to snag another job, receiving an email from the director about the great ratings and reviews of viewers who enjoyed you on camera with Rafe, and have asked you to return.

So here you were, walking up to the director who places a hand on your shoulder.

“Yes, people loved the video, and, they’re asking to see more of you.” He grins and you chuckle a bit at his enthusiasm. “Well that’s great, i’m glad. Who am I working with this time?” Unfortunately wasn’t going to be Rafe Cameron, since you knew he was doing interviews today.

“Ah, that’s the thing..” The director scratches his beard in thought. “We have an up-and-coming star working with us. He’s recently been gaining lots of popularity and as far as i’m aware, fans have been requesting you two work with one another.”

This information is news to you. You had no idea there was someone that fans have been wanting you to work with. Sure you knew there were lots of rising stars in the makes, but none that you ever heard of or paid attention to.

“Who is he?” You can’t help but ask and the man sighs. “You’ll meet him soon. He’s got great potential on camera but he’s a piece of work off camera. In fact, he’s running late..”

As if on cue, a door slams open and someone comes jogging in. “Hey, sorry man, i’m here now.”

In walked a playful, rugged and messy haired blonde. He wore cargo pants, a white tank and a zip up hoodie that was partially off his shoulders. He seemed so mischievous and playful, and if his lopsided grin was any consolation, you were probably right.

woah. he was kinda hot though.

“JJ, it’s about time.” The director heaves a sigh at the man’s tardiness and he just sheepishly chuckles. “Alright, alright, my bad. But hey, I got you some donuts.” He holds out the box in his hands and the director eyed him before taking the box with an eye roll. “Whatever. Go get freshened up so we can talk about the scene today!”

“Sure, sure~” JJ waves him off as he turns before his eyes catch sight of you. “Oh? Hel-lo, beautiful~”

You furrow your brows as JJ walks up to you, taking your hand and pulling it up to his lips. He presses a kiss to the back of your hand before grinning up at you. “You must be [Name]. Such a beauty you are in person. I loved watching your video last week.”

“Thanks.. You must be JJ.” You dumbly respond and he chuckles. “You can call me yours, if it’s easier?” He flirtatiously smirks and you’re taken back, surprised by the flutter in your heart as you pull back your hand. He doesn’t seem to mind, simply laughing it off as he stands straight.

“Go, Maybank!” The director barks from the distance. JJ doesn’t pay him any attention as he sends one last lingering stare. “Can’t wait to work with you, cutie.” He winks before turning and walking off.

You let out a breath as the director grumbles towards the blonde man, while munching on a cream filled donut. “He’s got spirit and potential but discipline is nothing.” He grimaces before turning to you.

“Come, [Name], let’s discuss the scene first.”

“Okay.”

It seems Rafe still had some stuff going on today but he made sure to wish you luck on your next job while he was busy.

‘good luck, [name]. i’ll text you soon, okay?’

‘thanks, you too! :)’

You are mid-text with Rafe when JJ’s voice pulls up from behind you. You’ve been going back and forth with him while Rafe was free at the moment, just sharing stupid jokes.

You break into a giddy smile before you turn behind you and see JJ walking up, seeing your overjoyed expression as he questions. “You ready?”

“Yeah.” You nod and set your phone aside and the blonde hums curiously. “boyfriend?” he gestures to your phone and your eyes widen, becoming flustered. “n-no, just friends.” you stutter and jj smirks in amusement. “alright, if you say so.”

unbeknownst to you, your answer made him real excited at the thought. so you weren’t taken..

Neither of you had much time to talk as the director calls for you to get situated.

And the cameras began rolling.

The scene begins with you two sitting beside each other on the couch, you playing a game while JJ watches. You were changed into a thin strapped crop top, along with some spandex. JJ wore cargo shorts and a hoodie, as this was just a casual scene, between two best friends.

The two of you were supposed to be just chilling, taking turns trying out a new game until JJ becomes distracted by your body and it leads to sex. It wasn’t as plot heavy as your last job but most of the viewers seem to just want to see the chemistry between you two.

How you’d see that with sex was a bit confusing but hey, you were just doing a job. Right?

“C’mon, [name], you’re losing~” JJ mockingly teases as he points to the screen and you huff in frustration. “i just need to focus! I got it.” You retort and pull the blanket off your legs, turning to lay flat on your stomach and closer to the screen while your legs lay in the air.

Turned away from him, JJ couldn’t help his eyes trailing down to lay on the perfect curves of your ass, the way they jiggle the tiniest bit when you swing your legs so innocently.

But what really catches his eye is the pretty plump lips of your pussy that’s accentuated due to the tight spandex. He could almost rub his finger between them.

JJ slowly began to get hard at the sight, his hand clenching into a fist as he uses it to rest against chin with his elbow on the backrest, forcing his eyes to train on the tv but they keep glancing back. His other hand palms himself through his shorts, unconsciously licking his lower lip.

“You’re losing because you’re so tense. Want me to help relief some tension?” JJ offers, turning back to the screen as your character dies once again. “Ugh, fine, maybe it’ll help.” You go to sit up but JJ keeps you done by pressing a hand on your back. “No, just relax, I can do it from here..”

JJ positions himself between your legs from behind and delicately, his hands run up the sides of your thighs before they stop right on your ass and he gives them a firm squeeze. Your eyes flutter shut for a moment before they open again and JJ begins to massage.

“That feel good, [name]?” he murmurs as he moves in a smooth consistent motion, massaging in opposite circles and watching how much they jiggle. “y-yeah..” you curse yourself for stuttering, but it genuinely felt so nice.

JJ continues for a few minutes before his fingers dig into the waistband of your spandex and tugs at it lightly. “I think I better get a better hand on it.” he leans over and kisses the back of your head lightly. “i just wanna make sure i make you super relaxed.”

“sure..” you don’t pay too much attention, it was part of the plot to be completely naive and oblivious anyways, and unconsciously lift your hips to help him slide off your bottoms. He gently pulls it from your ankles and sets aside and his hands start to proceed massaging them as before.

JJ can feel his lips growing dry at the sight of your pretty shaven pussy, desperately needing a taste but holding back, opting to lick his lips instead. But with each slow circle he kneads for you, the harder his erection grows in his pants.

“fuck it..” he murmurs and stands on his knees behind you, tucking his shorts down enough to free his cock and he leans down against you. His cock lays between your ass cheeks and like a horny dog, he can’t help himself as his hips begin to rut up against you from behind.

You gasp faintly but keep your eyes trained forward as he rubs himself against your ass, the feeling causing a faint moan to slip.

“Shh.. focus on your game, before you lose again..” he exhales against your ear as he grunts lightly, exhaling heavily with each roll of his hips.

“mmh.. J..” You sigh softly in content, dipping your head down for a minute before turning your eyes back up to focus.

“god, your body is so sexy, [name].” he groans, becoming more desperate with each passing second. He runs his hands up your sides, slipping under the hem of your top and feeling your skin beneath his touch. They reach up just enough to get firm holds of your mounds, finger pad rubbing against your bud. You exhale at the feel, biting your lip.

No longer able to focus, your hands drop the controller onto the ground with a thud, eyes fluttering shut. The action makes JJ smirk a bit before he pulls away, getting off your back.

In a swift movement, he aggressively turns your body so you switched positions, now on your back instead of your stomach as he hovers above you once more.

JJ places a hand against the soft cushion beside your head, his other hand gently grasping your throat. He looks down into your eyes, licking his lower lips slightly. His knee is pressed into the space between your thighs, effectively trapping you between him and the cushions. “[Name].. You look so fucking hot..”

Your heart pounds against your chest and it starts beating quicker, making you hitch a breath. “JJ..” Your quiet voice whimpers out, just barely audible for the mic, and he bites his lip. His eyes darken in lust and hunger and you aren’t even sure if he’s acting anymore.

What the hell did I get myself into?

“Shit.. say it again. just like that.”

The way he growls into your ear makes you blush, your cheeks warming to a soft pink as you whisper his name again. “JJ..” And as soon as you do, he dips his head onto your breasts with a low growl, feeling something in him snap. “That’s right.. the only fucking name that will slip out of your mouth.”

His hands reach down as he gets up, tucking under the thighs and squeezing them as he lifts your hips and drags you closer towards him. Your legs wrap around his waist and his hardened erection that’s leaking its precum from the tip prods at your entrance a couple times.

“Now be a good fucking girl and take this.” With that, JJ slides in without a second warning, making you gasp, inhaling sharply at the forceful entry and the next second, you’re crying out in absolute bliss.

Holy fuck.

“Ah!—“

“Oh fuck,” JJ groans lowly, head tossing back when he feels your walls closing around him. “Oh, princess, you feel even better than I thought.”

JJ seems to be relishing this feel of pure ecstasy, his hips doing deep rough thrusts, his hands lifting you by your thighs to bring him even deeper in, making you moan aloud. “Nngh- JJ- W-wait-“

The blonde doesn’t register your words, too busy bottoming out into your tightening pussy. “Shit, you need to relax princess, you’re going to make me cum if you keep that up!-“

Your walls clenches around him, JJ grunting a moan in response as he pounds into your throbbing pussy in a quicker pace, unrelenting. One hand wraps around to place a thumb over your clit and rubs it in fast circles, making you inhale shakily.

“J-, i-i’m close- please-“

JJ only grins devilishly at that as he pulls out suddenly making you gasp. “J-J?!” But instead of verbally replying, he dives down and shoves himself face first into your wet pussy. “!”

His tongue flicks at your clit before doing quick swirling licks between your folds, making you whimper. Your hand reaches down for his blonde hair while your hips buck towards his face, making him chuckle as he devours you hungrily.

I think i’m seeing stars- so this is what the director meant by his raw potential- this definitely wasn’t part of the script.

“Nngh! J, i’m gonna cum!” JJ messily continues to enjoy your soaking pussy, your juices leaking down his face but he doesn’t care, enjoying every drop of it as his fingers go up and curl into your entrance, two digits at a time.

The coil in you snaps and you squeal, bucking your hips and arching your back as you feel the intense orgasm releasing, your fluid squirting onto his face. “JJ!”

“And, cut!”

“You did so fucking well, princess.” JJ groans in satisfaction as your release soaks his face but he doesn’t care, licking you all up. Your panting to catch your breath before your eyes widen at what he was doing. Barely wiping his face, be gets back up again and pushes his cock back into you once more. You whimper at the overstimulation, attempting to push JJ to stop him but he’s too strong, instead holds both your legs together straight up while he rams into your puffy cunt.

You barely register the director calling for the scene to finish as JJ’s breathing grows heavy and ragged. “God, you’re so fucking tight still.. so fucking perfect, just f’ me.” JJ finds himself on the edge as he thrusts slows but remains just as rough. “This fucking pussy belongs to me, angel, don’t fucking forget it.”

You cry out, feeling your climax approaching for another time. “Fuck, I think i’m gonna cum..” JJ tosses his head back and with one last final thrust, the two of your moan aloud in unison, relishing in the shared intense pleasure.

JJ’s hot semen fills you up, mixing in with your own fluids as he slowly pulls out, panting as he sets your legs down.

He leans down and hovers above you, leaning down to kiss your lips desperately, and you can’t help the urge to kiss back, arms wrapping around his neck.

“Alright, cut! That’s enough, you two!” The director barks and you flinch, pulling away when you remember what you were doing.

Right, this is a job.

JJ rolls his eyes at the director before glancing down at your with a softened smile. “You alright, princess?”

“Y-yeah..” You murmur, as the blonde slowly crawls off you and some of the other workers help by cleaning you up with towels. JJ goes to help you as well but is pulled away by the director who’s occupied with chastising him.

Fuck, that was incredible..

He must’ve sensed you were staring because when you snap back to reality, JJ is grinning at you with a wink before he’s pushed away to get cleaned up.

And your phone that was left aside across the room was buzzing, ringing on silent mode, signaling you were getting a call.

‘Rafe Cameron is calling..’

a/n: so sorry for the wait! i’m recovering from a procedure and it’s rather struggling but im managing. Im gonna try to get back into writing! thanks everyone for the love and support and please look forward to more!

don’t hesitate to let me know your thoughts! my inbox is empty <3

unedited. i’m so bad at smut.

synvil™️ do not copy my work.

[amorchai]

𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐌!𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑.

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original post was 863 notes.

pairing(s): tasm!peter parker x reader

words: 902

warnings/tags: high school sweetheart vibes, dares.

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“we’re helping you out,” is what your friends had said, a bored lunch game of truth and dare took a step too far, at the expense of you and your crush. lunch was nearing an end, the bell soon to ring and dignify the start of classes, or as you knew peter had, a free period.

you had spent too much time stalling. ever since they had dared you to kiss him you sat in your seat in the cafeteria, staring at the poor boy whose head was too stuck in his book and drinking the strawberry milk from the small carton to even notice.

you had met him on the first day of middle school and ended up in the same high school, your long-term crush. it felt like a book in itself, getting to go to the same school as the boy you fell for, but beside the small talk and smiles in the hall, you were too shy to do anything.

“he’s getting up, you need to do it now.” you cover your eyes while shaking your head, turning away as he picks his head up to stuff his book back in his bag and politely clear up the table, sending the dinner lady a quick wave.

“i can’t, he’ll think i’m crazy,” you state, whisper-shouting beneath your hands. one of your friends grip your forearm with a shake to pull your hold away, “i’m so sure he likes you too,” you tut in disapproval while sitting back.

you lock eyes with him, he’s swinging his bag over his shoulder and pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. peter smiles as he passes, a nice nod sent in your direction which is already enough to make you weak in the knees.

“i can’t kiss him in front of the school,” you say after he passes. your friends groan in disagreement, guiding you off the seat and ushering your bag over your shoulder as they force you out the dinner hall and through the corridors leading to peter’s locker.

by the time you make it there, he’s punching in his numbers to open the door, swinging it to reveal the little movie stumps and band stickers across the inside. with another push, your friends nudge you forward, hiding behind the corner wall to peek over as you finally walk towards him.

you feel speechless, knowing what you’re about to do, and instead of talking, you anxiously tap his shoulder while he moves textbooks from his bag and into the locker. collecting his skateboard from inside, his curious glance turns into a soft smile when he notices you. 

“oh hey, y/n. what’s up?” peter asks, turning his body to face you while slamming his locker shut. instead of replying, with the last smidgen of confidence slowly fizzling, you hold onto the scruff of his jacket while leaning up to kiss him.

as you push into him, the nervous movement of your lips faltering against peter’s, his back is pressed against the locker while his widened eyes quickly close to the feeling. you hear the sound of his skateboard hit the floor beneath you before his hands cup your face, his lips responding against yours.

his skateboard could be rolling away now, but peter doesn’t care as he revels in the feeling of your lips against his. turning into a needy makeout, unable to tear away from each other, if peter didn’t have a hold of your face, you were sure you would be falling to the ground.

you don’t know how long it goes on for, time stopping for a moment from the intensity of a spark between you both through the kiss. but the screeching sound of the bell causes you to pull back, lifting your eyelids to see a flushed peter who keeps his eyes shut for a moment longer.

but once they do, his brown eyes gazing into yours, you feel the embarrassment course through you. people start to flood the halls, your bodies moving so your still questionably close and his arms fall to his side after a squeeze to your jaw.

“you don’t know how many times i’ve actually dreamed of that,” peter admits lowly to you, awaiting the giggle from your lips before chuckling fondly himself. your head falls into his chest in a means to hide your face, his body vibrating in laughter lost in the chatter of students around.

“i’ve never seen you so bold before,” peter continues, into your ear as a means of teasing you further. therefore, you pull away with a guilty expression looking back at hm, “my friends made me do it, because i’ve always had this massive crush on you.”

you fail to notice the prideful glint in peter’s eyes at the mention of being your crush, something he’s willing to discuss later, on a date perhaps. “well, let’s keep giving them what they want, yeah?” peter murmurs quietly, a small ‘hmm?’ emitting from your throat which is broken when peter’s fingers force your chin to face him once again. this time your shocked at the feeling of peter’s lips against yours, a quick kiss settled to your mouth. much smaller due to the crowd of people walking past, but enough for your eyes to follow peter’s frame as he walks away with a wink, leaning down for his skateboard while promising to discuss it later.

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[seokmn]

EXPIRATION DATE .𖥔 ݁ ˖

pairing: seokmin x gn!reader wc: 1k words warnings: pure highschool fluff, reader reassures seokmin

“i want to stay with these feelings forever”

the night sky was beautiful, with no clouds to be seen, but countless stars to guide lost people. the night breeze hit your bodies, which caught seokmin’s attention to you, noticing how you were slightly shaking.

“told you to bring a jacket,” he said softly and took off his jacket, wrapping it around your shoulders instead. “here, youll start to feel warm soon.”

seokmin wrapped his arm around you and brought you closer to him, as if he wanted to transfer some of his warmth to you. his hand started to rub against your covered arm in a soothing way.

you turned your head to look at him, hoping you were going to find him looking at you as well, but he was looking at the sky with a small smile on his face. you thought youd be a bit upset with him not looking at you, but instead you felt your heart skip a beat when your eyes landed on his side profile. his eyes moving as he mentally tried to look at all of the stars on display for him, his small smile giving you the feeling of being at home.

when he finally looked at you, you swore there were actual butterflies in your stomach. his smile grew a little and you smiled at him without realizing. “enjoying the night?” you nodded, still fascinated with his face. you couldn’t help but think to yourself how could someone be not only the most handsome guy in this entire world, but also the most kind and heartwarming human being ever?

“what is it?” he touched the tip of your nose. “cat got your tongue?” you could feel your cheeks heating up, you let out a small giggle and shook your head. “no, im just enjoying the view. its breathtaking.”

seokmin chuckled and looked up. “it really is.”

oh silly seokmin, only if he knew you were talking about him. to you, nothing could beat seokmin's beauty, not a sunset by the beach, not a sunny morning, or even a night sky full of stars and full moon.

he turned his gaze towards you again and placed his hand that was on your arm to the back of your head, caressing it with the lightest touch ever. “i see you in my future,” he chuckled. “ah, maybe i shouldn’t have said that. i think i’m going too fast.”

“i see you in my future as well,” you said without any hesitation and you could swear you saw seokmin’s eyes grow bigger for a couple seconds before they became almost too small because of the bright heart shaped grin he gave you. “im not sure what i will do after graduation. i’m not sure about basically anything when it comes to my future, all i can say with 100% certainty is that i see you there.”

he sighed happily and looked back up, but not without taking your hand in his before. “how long do you think these emotions will last?” you tilted your head as you saw his smile faltering. “what do you mean?”

“i mean, for how long will we be in love with each other and what will happen when that passion dies?” the vulnerability and fear were clear in his voice, which got quieter than before in each word that came out of his mouth. he slowly looked back at you, his eyes running through your face as if he wanted to capture it in your mind so he could never forget how you look.

seokmin is a hopeless romantic, but being in love with someone can only take two turns: a happy and long life with the person you fell in love with or a terrible heartbreak. being in love and admitting it means showing the person the most vulnerable side of yours, not knowing what they will do about it and only hoping that they will accept you with open arms and love you in the way you deserve to be loved or even better.

you knew he tended to hold himself back every time he became aware of his true and raw feelings out of nowhere.

“seokmin, im in love with you, not with the idea of being in love. my feelings for you dont have an expiration date, and if they did, there would be no meaning to me living,” you sighed and placed your hand on his cheek, the tip of your fingers in contact with his hair. seokmin leaned into your touch and closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the feeling of your warm hand on his cold cheek due the weather. “i know being in love is scary, sometimes i am afraid of how strong the feelings i have towards you are. but when i look at you, that fear is gone.”

seokmin smiled and tried his best to not cry, holding back his tears as if his life depended on it. “we’re still young, lets enjoy our time together without thinking about a deadline or anything like that. im sure there won’t be, but still… i want you to stop worrying too much, i’m here and i don’t plan on leaving at all.”

he nodded and placed his hand over yours that was resting on his cheek. “i know, i dont plan on leaving as well. it’s just,” he took a deep breath before continuing. “sometimes its scary. i dont want to stop loving you or stop being loved by you.”

you pouted in response, finding his words endearing and at the same time kinda silly. how could you ever stop loving him? is he aware of how good looking he is? is he aware of the big and kind heart he has? “i wont stop loving you, silly.”

he brought your pulse near his lips and kissed it, making your heart beat so fast you could swear he was able to listen to your heartbeat. he looked at you like a baby looking at its mom after crying for hours because it missed her.

seokmin held a constellation in his eyes. his love for life and for you being so much that it pours out through his eyes, his words and his cute aggressions from time to time.

“love you more than anything,” his voice came out as a loving wisper. he kissed your hair and hugged you. that was when he knew everything was going to be fine, that your love for him was more than true.

[salty-autistic-writer]

Here, have some Polyfire smut!

Buck and Eddie are looking at each other.

A moment of silent communication. Checking in. Sending affirmation. Radiating trust.

Eddie needs that. Because he’s lost. Lost in the heat of the dizzying pleasure. 

They have talked about this for days. Yet nothing could have prepared him for the image in his mind transforming into reality. Nothing could have prepared him for what it would be like to see, feel and hear. To touch and be touched. To be overwhelmed to the point of dancing on the edge of too much - only to end up wanting even more.

Eddie looks at Buck.

Between them, Tommy is boneless, shaking, his overheated body only held up by Buck’s and Eddie’s hands. He’s moaning around Buck’s cock, Buck’s fingers buried in his curls, holding, guiding, caressing while Eddie is thrusting into Tommy from behind, as steady as he can, with his nerves on fire and his body aching for release.

Eddie is still desperately trying to hold back. Because it’s too soon. It can’t be over yet. This barely has started to feel real. He’s still trying to process, to take everything in.

All the naked shining skin and working muscles stretched out in front of him, the breathless moans and desperate whines, the heat and the open trust that comes with giving and taking pleasure.

Eddie looks at Buck and Tommy. His heart racing, glowing with the high of bliss and adoration.

They are both so heart-achingly beautiful. So soft. So hot. And something in Eddie, something he still holds back because he’s almost scared of that side of him, screams mine, mine, mine. 

He watches as Buck looks down at Tommy, with oceans of love in his eyes. As Buck tells Tommy, “So good for me, so good, so beautiful, making me feel so amazing, look at you, yeah, you like how Eddie is fucking you? Is he making you feel good?”

Tommy just groan-whimpers but somehow he manages to make it sound like an enthusiastic affirmative.

“Yeah,” Buck mutters in agreement, looking up at Eddie with heat in his eyes. “He’s being so good too.”

Christ. Fuck. Buck’s words send electric shivers down Eddie’s back and make heat coil in his stomach. 

He didn’t know it could be like this …

And now that he knows, how can he ever not want it?

“Fuck,” Buck breathes, tilting his head back and closing his eyes. “I’m going to come …”

He spills into Tommy’s mouth with a low drawn-out groan, lips parted.

Still threading his fingers through Tommy’s curls, Buck watches Eddie for a moment, heavy-lidded, chest heaving with heavy breaths that slowly calm down.

“Up,” he eventually tells Tommy gently, guiding Tommy to move, to raise himself up on his knees, bringing his back flush with Eddie’s chest, then pulling him into a passionate kiss.

Eddie looks at Buck and Tommy, speechless, breathless, hopeless to last much longer. When Buck parts with Tommy, his eyes lock with Eddie’s, his lips slightly parted, wet and shiny. Buck grins, face flushed, hair dishevelled. And Eddie swallows with a dry throat, overwhelmed by all those little details playing right in front of his eyes and by how hot Tommy’s skin feels glued to his own. Holy fuck … 

In this position, they are all close enough to kiss. Buck cups Eddie’s face, pressing their lips together, tongue dipping inside. Eddie moans, realising he’s tasting Tommy on Buck’s lips. Distantly, he notices Buck is jerking Tommy off while he’s kissing and sucking at Eddie’s neck. “Christ,” Eddie breathes helplessly, grinding into Tommy with increasing desperation. They are going to kill him. He's going to die like this. Naked in a way he's never been before.

Buck kisses him again and chuckles into his mouth. That little shit knows exactly what he - what they - are doing to Eddie. In a sudden flare of I can be mean too Eddie bites at Buck’s lip and makes Buck exhale a surprised delighted gasp. They part, and Buck beams at Eddie, briefly running his fingers through Eddie’s hair, sending a pleasant shiver down his spine. “You’re doing great,” Buck tells him lowly. “Love seeing you like this, you’re going to make him come?”

“Yeah,” Eddie breathes shakily, finding a rhythm again, his eyes fluttering.

“He’s close,” Buck says, stroking Tommy faster, who tilts his head back until it’s resting on Eddie’s shoulder, gasping and shaking.

For a long heartstuttering moment they are breathing and moving together. In sync. Nothing but glistening heated bodies, sliding skin, racing heartbeats, desperate for release. Existing in the moment. Until Tommy cries out, writhing against Eddie, his hips moving forward into Buck’s hand and back on Eddie’s cock as he comes, tightening around Eddie’s cock.

Hot. Tight. Too much. It only takes a few more distorted thrusts until Eddie comes as well.

“Fuck,” he grits out, gripping Tommy’s hips so tight he will probably leave marks. But that’s okay. They told him so. It’s okay ... “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Eddie is overwhelmed by the intensity of it, by the white shockwaves of pleasure rushing through him, making him shiver and shake and gasp for air. 

His heart is pounding and he can hear the blood rushing in his ears when he pulls out, falling into the sheets and pillows, out of breath, out of energy, drained yet feeling … complete.

And he’s still being shaken by the aftershocks. God. Fuck. 

"Hey. You good?" Buck asks, grinning down at him. 

"I'm not dead," Eddie says weakly, blinking. 

And Buck laughs brightly. "Good to know. Here, eat a strawberry.”

He holds one in front of Eddie’s mouth, waiting until Eddie takes the fruit with his teeth, then turns to slap Tommy’s ass. 

Tommy, who’s lying on his stomach with all his limbs stretched out like a starfish, grumbles something inaudible into a pillow. But he does raise his head, blue eyes glassy and smile dopey, accepting a strawberry too. 

Buck runs his fingers through Tommy’s damp hair and strokes his back. Kisses a line on Tommy’s back. Whispers something soft in his ear that makes Tommy smile and close his eyes. 

Eddie watches them, his throat tightening.

The after-echo of bliss is slowly fading away. He doesn’t quite know what to do now. What to do with himself. He just fidgets with a piece of blanket.

Buck looks at him and gives him a bottle of water next. Smiles. “So. This was intense, huh?”

“Yeah,” Eddie says, nodding and brushing his sweat-wet hair back from his forehead. He takes a few sips of water. It’s nice. Cools his overheated body. “Very.”

“Good intense?” Buck checks, reaching out to stroke Eddie’s back, his hand warm and gentle.

“What … What are you doing?” Eddie asks, surprised.

“Aftercare,” Buck tells him. “After an intense experience like this, it's important that we rehydrate, cuddle and eat some snacks.”

We. Eddie swallows. That includes him? He is part of their routine now?

“Good intense?” Buck asks again, patiently.

Eddie realises he didn’t answer the question. “I … Yes. Good intense. Very good.”

Buck smiles. “Okay. I’m pretty sure it was good intense for Tommy too. Right Tommy?”

A drawn-out “Hmmmmmm” that almost sounds like a purr is all they get from Tommy, who doesn’t even open his eyes. He looks like he’s about to doze off.

Buck chuckles fondly, giving Tommy’s butt another, gentler slap. “He always passes out as soon as he can after I fucked him. You gave it to him good. Hey, what about we switch next time? Or Tommy could fuck you while I'm blowing you? Or you could fuck me. We really have so many options ..." “Next time?” Eddie echoes.

“Yeah.” Buck tilts his head and frowns. “Unless … You don’t want there to be a next time? That's okay too, you know?"

“I want to,” Eddie is fast to assure. Probably too fast. “I just … Forget it.”

“No,” Buck says immediately, shaking his head. “No, Eddie. We have to be honest with each other. And open. Remember what we talked about? No holding back. Tell me what you’re thinking. Please.”

Eddie sighs. “I’m just a little overwhelmed, Buck. I … I’m still busy discovering my sexuality. And that journey is filled with surprises. Sometimes it’s confusing too. I love having sex with you two. I … I feel a lot when I look at you two. But I’m still not sure where my place is in all of this.”

“Your place is wherever you want it to be, Eddie,” Buck tells him seriously. “This is not a game. Trust me. Tommy and I feel a lot too when we look at you. Don’t be scared. This can be what you want it to be. Just tell me. Tell me what you want.”

Eddie takes a deep breath. There it is. The moment when he has to make a decision. The moment he has to be brave. The moment he has to jump over the shadow of his own insecurities and self-fulfilling prophecies.

“I want to stay and cuddle with Tommy and you,” Eddie decides.

Buck smiles. And kisses him. Softly. Gently. “I want that too.”

(AO3 Link)

[i-creatied-au]

Harmless joke

Summary: Rook is teaching Manfred how to show middle finger. And then she is facing consequences.

"Okay, Manfred... Now, raise this finger... Yes, good!"

Rook smiled softly and patted skeleton on the sculp, when he repeated movement of the hand after her. She tried not to laugh out loud, but mischievous sparkles was playing in her eyes, when quinari thought how many chaos her little joke will creat in the Lighthouse. Oh, maybe even in Grand Necropolis?

Esha looked at Manfred, who was observing his raised middle finger, with a smirk.

"Alright, Manfred, and remember - we show this finger only to people we love or like, okay?"

Skeleton stood there for a few moments before looked at her and hissed in approval. Esha's smirk grew.

"Great! Go now, say hi to someone."

He hissed enthusiastically and hurried out of the dining hall, showing middle finger to Davrin and Lucanis on his way out. Rook watched him with a smirk, pretty pleased with herself, until she heard a sigh from the couch.

"So, what flowers do you want on your grave?" Lucanis asked, raising his eyebrow.

"You think there'll be something to bury?" Davrin, sitting near him, chuckled and shook his head. "Nah, Emmrich won't leave even a pinch of dust from Rook after he'll find out"

"You're both too pessimistic," Rook rolled her eyes and folded her arms, "It's a silly joke, Emmrich maybe will be shocked but won't kill me..."

"Is that was jokes from the Fade or Fred just showed me a middle finger while running past me?" Neve asked with puzzled look, walking into dining hall. Davrin laughed loudly and even Lucanis couldn't help but chuckled quietly, hiding it behind the cup.

"Yeah, I taught him that," Rook said with a smirk, and got a surprised look from Neve.

"Taught him? Oh, Maker, you're dead"

"We told her"

"Why is everyone thinking I'll die?" Esha huffed. "It's Emmrich we're talking about. Not some monster-"

"ESHA ORANA MERCAR!" a loud shouting outside could be heard clearly in the dining hall. Quinari twitched from surprise and from anger she heard in Emmrich's voice. She went pale, feeling how sudden panic started to raise in her.

"Orana?" Neve asked with raised eyebrow and growing smirk. "How does he knows your full name?"

"No time to answer!" Rook shouted, running up on the stairs to the small balcony and getting out from there. As soon as she run out, dining hall's doors opened and Emmrich walked in, looking angry and like he was one step from throwing someone into the Fade. He looked at other companions.

"Where?" he only asked with a tense voice. All three pointed at the open door to the balcony. They loved Rook, but not enough to stood between her and angry parent. Emmrich nodded in appreciation and walked out from the doors, what he entered, to catch quinari on her way. Trio listened in silence to the sounds outside the dining hall. There were fast steps, then sound of a spell, sounds of someone falling and cursing in qunlat. Then there was short "Emmrich, I can explain-", sounds of spell and scream "NO, NO, PUT ME DOWN!"

Trio exchanged looks with each other.

"Well... I liked spending time with Rook", Davrin sighed, leaning back on the couch.

"She was so young..." Neve sighed dramatically, sitting down.

"I think I'll buy some forget-me-not on their grave", Lucanis hummed, sipping his coffee.

----

"EEEMMRICH! PLEEEASE! EEEMM-"

Emmrich didn't react on screams under the roof, continuing his spell, what hold Rook above the ground and spin her in circle motion. Necromancer looked up with stern expression, full of determination to teach young quinari a lesson. Esha wasn't so calm, being spinned around like a children's toy. She screamed and begged to let her down, her voice trembled from fast movement.

"EMM, I'M SORRYYY! PLEEEASE! I THINK III THROW UP!"

Older man sighed heavily and lowered her down after last sentence. Firstly, because he wanted to teach her a lesson, not to torture her. Secondly, he didn't want some of her lunch ended up on his books.

Esha sat down on the floor, panting and trying to calm down her heartbeat. She raised a finger to say something, but put it down, after she couldn't find a breath to say a word.

"Just... Give me a second," she sighed out, and Emmrich huffed.

"Oh, please, take all time you need," he said with a sarcasm. "Maybe after your little break you will tell me why Manfred is very enthusiastically showing me middle fingers"

Rook chuckled quietly, but put smile away after meeting man's angry look.

"Actually, I told him, what we're showing it to the people we like. So it's actually a good to know he likes you, right?" she gave him an awkward smile, but Emmrich kept a stern look.

"You think you're so funny, aren't you?"

"I thought so... But now I can see my mistake and I promise it won't happen again" she looked at him with puppy eyes. "I'm sorry, Emmrich. It was a harmless joke, really!"

Emmrich let out a long tired sigh. He nodded, accepting the apology.

"Very well... I'll forgive you on two conditions," he helped her got up. Esha lighten up from his words and nodded actively.

"Yes, of course, what is it?"

"First - you'll explain Manfred what it's inappropriate gesture and what he should never use it "

"Okay, fair enough... And second?"

"You'll take my turns on washing dishes for the next two weeks"

"What?! Two weeks?"

"I can always make it three"

"... okay, okay," she grumbled quietly, but didn't argue further. "Though, this joke wasn't so bad. No harm done!"

"Oh hey, Manfred!" they heard Bellara's voice from the corridor and looked there. "I was... Wow! That's a little mean, don't you think?"

"Okay, I get it," Rook started walking under Emmrich's stern gaze. "I'll go talk to Manfred before he gets sad, thinking he did something wrong"

[dawn-moths]

thinking about tomura being tenko’s older brother where they’re perhaps ten years apart. you and tomura first meet when you’re both eighteen, start hanging out as friends, but you’re only vaguely aware he has a sibling when sometimes he says he can’t hang out that particular weekend because he has to “babysit the brat”.

after a while, you’re able to convince him to show you a picture of his little brother. you’re curious if they look alike, and other than a few features like their eye and hair color, you can easily imagine how tomura looked at that age, too. him and tenko look startling similar to each other even with that many years between them.

“sorry…” tomura grumbles through the other side of your phone call one afternoon. “tenko’s soccer practice got canceled and now my mom’s making me watch him while she’s at work.”

he sounds annoyed, almost embarrassed by the fact that, even at eighteen, he has to obey his mother’s requests, but is ultimately contrite about his last minute change of plans having to effect you so often as well.

“it’s ok,” you assure him with your usual chipper tone, fully understanding the responsibility he has. “but, y’know…” you remind him, “if it’s ok, i could always come over and we could hang out while you’re watching your brother?”

you try and hide your eagerness the best you can. the truth is, you’ve been wanting to meet the mini-tomura for quite some time now. tomura always describes him as annoying, as a needy little brat that whines until he gets his way, but the words are never spit with scorn and there’s something soft in his eyes that always gives away the fact that he actually does care.

tomura usually just brushes off your offer, promises to reschedule with you, so you’re prepared to be let down, but that time, after a short pause of contemplation, tomura clears his throat and says, “i mean, yeah, ok. that’s fine i guess, if you want…”

“ok!” you beam, already grabbing your keys. “i’ll be over soon then!” you hang up, grab your bag, and jump in your car.

any time you’ve been over to tomura’s house (which has been few and far between, since your place tends to be the designated hangout given you usually have the house to yourself most of the time) tenko hasn’t been there. he’s been at his aforementioned soccer practice or a friend’s house or some other activity that’s kept you from meeting him.

you’re so curious it’s overwhelming, and as you pull up to tomura’s house he’s already perched on the front step, gazing at his phone until he hears your car approaching. you park by the curb and scamper up to greet him, giving him a hug as per usual, and though he’d sounded sort of defeated on the phone earlier, seeing your smiling face now makes him feel a little lighter.

“hey,” you grin, momentarily holding both his hands in your own down between your close bodies. sometimes you're reminded how adverse to any kind of physical touch tomura used to be when the two of you had first met. even something as simple as a light, playful nudge would make him flinch, cause him to keep a bit more of a distance for the rest of the day.

but over time, you're not sure exactly why but, something changed.

and it was actually him who came to comfort you that time. you'd been upset, had planned on staying in your room alone until the ache decided to pass. but then you and tomura had started texting. he'd sensed something was wrong so he'd called. he'd heard the heartbreak in your voice, told you he was on his way, and not ten minutes later he was sitting beside you on your bed with his arm around you as you'd talked to him about what had happened while you'd cried.

ever since then, he'd gotten more comfortable with your casual, familiar touches, though he still found it easier to touch you than to be touched by you.

“hey,” he returns, then adds with that hint of that sarcastic humor you’ve come to love so much, “you ready to meet the little demon?”

you laugh, unable to not be amused by his melodrama. “oh, c’mon,” you say, lightly batting at his arm. “he’s only eight, he can’t be that bad!”

all tomura offers in response is a muttered, “yeah, well…” before inviting you inside.

as soon as you walk through the door, a little dog comes bounding towards you, running in energetic circles and barking as his tail wags with both curiosity and excitement. you proceed with caution around the corgi, wanting to reach down to pet him but hesitating around the unfamiliar animal.

the few times you'd been over before, tomura had let his dog out into the yard so he wouldn't end up jumping all over you, so this is the first time you're meeting him up close instead of catching glances of him through a window.

"ugh, sorry..." tomura mutters as he reaches down and scoops his dog up, the canine's tail continuing to wag even more once he's secure in tomura's arms. "i forgot to let him out back..." he then seems to realize something, his eyes widening a bit as he does a double take back at you and asks with a little more guilt in his tone, "you're not afraid of dogs, are you...?"

you wave off his concern with a swish of your hand and a crooked smile. you tell him you're not, you were just a little surprised is all.

"it's mon-chan, right?" you ask, slowly reaching your hand out for the dog to sniff.

"yeah. mon-chan," tomura confirms, readjusting his grip on the wriggling animal. "he's super friendly. just, well..." he gives a half shrug as a small grin cracks at one corner of his mouth. "he can be a lot."

"hey, mon-chan..." you coo, your tone turned sugary sweet, and the dog gives the back of your hand a few friendly licks. "awwww, you're cute, aren't you? what a good boy..."

but before you can dote over the dog too much, something catches your attention from the corner of your eye, causing you to shift your view towards the living room that sits off to the side of the main entrance.

and, lo and behold, there he is.

little tenko and his sweet little face that reminds you so much of the older brother you’ve become so fond of.

“hiiiii,” you greet the little boy with a soft voice and a smile. you know kids can often be wary when meeting new people, so when tenko just stares at you with those big, dark eyes you’re not surprised.

“hey,” tomura grumbles to his sibling. “don’t be rude. say hello.”

tenko then seems to snap out of his cautious trance, looking at his brother then back to you before saying, “is this the girl you’re always talking about, nii-san?”

tomura feels his cheeks heat and his ears burn as he sputters out something that sounds like half an excuse, half a scolding before telling tenko to go watch tv and behave. tenko obeys without any trouble and as you pass by through the living room you can see a popular superhero movie playing on the screen.

you travel down the short hall to where tomura’s bedroom lays at the very end, and once the door is shut he seems to become a little less tense.

“i’ll need to make him lunch in about an hour,” he tells you. “but until then…” he flashes you a suggestive smirk and you know exactly what’s coming.

it's one of your favorite things about hanging out together, the way it relieves the tension, lets you two unleash parts of yourself that you rarely let other people see. and tomura's been surprisingly good at it from the start. you wouldn't have guessed at a glance how skilled those hands could be, how coordinated given his usually lax, nonchalant nature...

he tosses you a game controller and you catch it with ease. “wha’dya say we pick up where we left off?” he asks, a hint of darkness to his voice that you now recognize as cold, hard competition.

you feel a look of confidence spreading across your face at the challenge and you reply in a tone befitting of a worthy opponent, “you’re on.”

the next hour passes quickly as you play your guys' favorite co-op game together, leaving you just two points from tying with tomura, and amidst your laughter and playful taunting, there’s a slight squeak as the door creaks on its hinges, little tenko peeking through the thin crack and observing, letting out a quiet gasp when he realizes he's been spotted.

“i’ll be out in a sec,” tomura tells his brother, already knowing what that expectant look means. tenko seems to linger, casting you another glance, and you convince tomura to pause the game.

“c’mon,” you murmur, giving him that guilt-tripping stare that he hates you for being so good at. “let’s go make him lunch and then we can finish this after.”

and it’s that suggestion of we, that suggestion of together, that has him pausing the game and setting his controller aside, standing from his bed to open the door to his little brother and following him down the hall to the kitchen, you close behind.

tomura takes out a tupperware from the fridge and has just popped it in the microwave when his phone buzzes from his pocket. "it's my mom," he states. "gimme one sec." he steps out of the kitchen and begins to wander towards the living room, his voice growing more distant as you hear him pick up the call. you hope everything is ok. but, for now, it's just you and tenko standing in the kitchen, the eight-year-old gazing up at you with that big, curious stare while the microwave counts down the seconds behind him.

"can i have lemonade?" he asks once you meet his eyes and give him a friendly grin.

the microwave beeps and you go to take his lunch out of it. "sure," you answer. but then, a little bit more suspiciously, you ask, "does tomura usually let you have lemonade?"

tenko nods, not giving anything away as you finish plating the other items of his lunch while tomura remains on the phone in the living room. from where you stand, if you glance just slightly around the entryway, you can see him sitting on the couch, leaning forward a bit while he continues to speak with his voice low. you just hope his mom won't be mad that he invited you over while she wasn't home.

it's not like you hadn't been over before when his house was empty, but given this is the first time you've met his little brother, you just hope you're not overstepping somehow. not to mention that, unbeknownst to you, tomura's mom had begun badgering him about meeting you before the end of summer. as soon as she'd caught onto the fact that her eldest son had been hanging out regularly with a girl, she couldn't help but become curious as to what kind of girl she might be.

a bit distracted by your thoughts, you just nod and say to tenko, "ok, sure, you can have some lemonade then."

once his chicken tenders and apple slices and animal crackers are promptly arranged on his plate and a glass of lemonade is poured, you carry tenko's lunch to the table and take a seat across from him while you wait for tomura to conclude his conversation, trying to keep your growing anxiety at bay at any possible problems that may be arising due to that phone call.

you try to listen in, though mostly hear the standard, vague, "yeah. uh-huh. alright," responses from tomura until—

"are you my brother's girlfriend?"

you blink at tenko, taken aback as you sputter over a response to that, wondering for a moment if you merely imagined it. then, once your nervous giggling and bashfulness begins to dissipate, you clear your throat and say, "did tomura tell you that?"

tenko takes another bite from one of his apple slices and says, "no. but he talks about you all the time. he says you're his friend, but i hear him talking to his friends at night when he thinks no one is listening."

you stare at tenko with an intensity you don't realize you're wearing on your face at first, the suspense eating you alive. eventually, when tenko doesn't seem like he's going to offer more, you lower your voice to something closer to a whisper, your gaze darting back to where you can barely see tomura sitting in the other room, still on the phone, and ask tenko, "what do you hear him say?"

tenko, his big eyes moving up and to the right, contemplates that for a moment as he finishes chewing and swallowing his next bite, then tells you, "i don't know exactly. i can't hear what his other friends are saying, but one time i heard nii-san say that you were special." you feel your cheeks heat and again glance over at the back of the boy you've become so fond of so quickly. "he said something about not wanting to ruin anything," tenko continues, reciting the words as if he doesn't quite grasp their meaning. but then, tenko's mouth splits into a mischievous little grin that reminds you so much of tomura, it's honestly a little scary. he says, seeming to find amusement in his next words, "one time, i heard him say you were like his guardian angel or something..."

a childish little giggle bubbles up from tenko's lips, almost as if he finds a cruel kind of pleasure in knowing his older brother's biggest secret, but this information just makes your heart all the more warmer towards tomura.

you'd spent the last couple of months suffering inside your own head about it all— about whether you really meant something to tomura, about if he cared for you as much as you did for him or if you were simply just convenient and would be discarded come any significant distance put between the two of you—

suddenly tenko seems to retract, perhaps sensing your discomfort, so you take the opportunity to clear the nerves and giddiness from your throat and change the subject.

"so, tenko," you begin, trying to straighten out your crooked smile. "tomura tells me you play soccer. do you like it?"

tenko gives a shrug at first, taking another bite of an apple slice that's had the skin peeled and cut to resemble rabbit ears. then he says, "i guess so. but i like watching movies more."

you ask him what kinds of movies he likes, recalling the superhero blockbuster that had been playing on the tv when you'd first arrived, and feel a spark of endearment as tenko's face lights up as he delves into telling you all about his favorite characters and their cool powers.

"wow! you sure know a lot!" you commend him with a beaming smile, and at the compliment tenko's face begins to turn a little red. "do you and tomura ever watch movies together?"

"not really..." the younger sibling sulks, pouting as he peels the remainder of the skin from his apple slice. "nii-san is usually playing video games in his room and my mom says i'm not allowed to play them because they're too violent..." then, before you can tell him that's too bad but one day he'll be old enough to play the same games as his brother, tenko perks back up and tells you, "but sometimes... sometimes nii-san lets me into his room on nights our mom works late and we play mario kart together."

you have to force yourself to stifle a laugh at that. i mean, it's just completely adorable, isn't it? the thought of tomura, who tries so hard to play it off like he couldn't care less about his little brother, like he's nothing more than a nuisance to him, a pest, an inconvenience, does actually take the time to bond with him anyway. at least, when no one's looking.

you tell tenko you also like mario kart, then lean in and add in a playful whisper, "but i bet he doesn't tell you about all the times i've beaten him, does he?"

tenko regards you with blatant skepticism. "no way," he says, as if he's never been more sure about anything in his life. "there's no way you can beat nii-san. he's too good! no one can beat him!"

now you laugh openly, causing tomura to glance over his shoulder just to make sure there isn't too much chaos ensuing in his brief absence, but tenko just looks confused.

"well," you reply, amusement trailing off the end of your words, "he is pretty good. i'll give him that. but unbeatable..." you quirk up one brow and wear a slight smirk for a moment before allowing your features to fall back to normal. then you tell tenko, "just give it time. one day i bet you'll be able to beat him. i believe in you!"

"you behavin' in here?" tomura suddenly appears in the entryway, slipping his phone back into his pocket as he casts his little brother a warning look.

"your girlfriend says she beat you in mario kart, is that true?" tenko blurts out, and you have to force yourself not to tease tomura when his cheeks visibly darken at the mention of you being his girlfriend.

"everything ok?" you ask to defuse the situation a little and put tomura back at ease, but then his look of bashfulness morphs into a look of slight surprise at the sight you and his little brother getting along so well.

quickly, he snaps out of it, and replies, "yeah. she was just checking in," before seeming to notice something awry about the picture here, specifically on tenko's side of the table.

"hey," tomura lightly scolds his brother. "you know mom only lets you have lemonade on the weekends." you immediately begin to apologize, saying that when he asked you thought it would be ok, and feel embarrassed that you let yourself be manipulated by a child, but tomura assures you it's fine before returning to interrogate his little brother who, admittedly, looks very guilty now.

"did you lie to her?" he presses, and for a moment you're afraid he'll make tenko cry. tenko denies it at first and you observe with growing anxiety as the argument between them ramps up a bit.

it isn't until you reach over to place a hand over tomura's, which has been firmly planted on the tabletop as he leans in over his brother, that he seems to simmer down a little.

"one time will be ok, won't it?" you ask him, not wanting to ruin the moment you'd just shared with tenko, feeling like you'd gained a little more of his trust. you use your secret weapon, the one thing tomura can never say no to whenever he sees it— that sweet, pleading stare you give as you gaze up at him, the look that makes his stomach flutter and his head haze over with thoughts he'll be revisiting later once he's alone.

"fine," he concedes, some of the rigidity that had captured his limbs leaving him as he steps away from the table. he looks directly at his brother and concludes with a warning, "but just this once."

you're relieved, and tenko appears to have returned to his prior state of unfazed contentment, but tomura still seems impatient about something.

"c'mon," he says, beckoning you up from the table to follow him back to his room. "we still have a game to finish."

you give tenko a parting smile before humming out an amused, lilting little note, trailing after tomura as you chirp out a mischievous remark of, "are you gonna actually help us win this time? or am I gonna have to carry the entire round again?"

he lets out an incredulous, albeit amused, chuckle, surprising you by throwing his arm around your shoulders and tugging you in closer to his side so you almost stumble down the hallway. "oh, just you wait..." brazen, he murmurs in your ear, his voice low and dark, now allowing the butterflies in your tummy to unfurl their delicate wings and take flight, "by the time we're done with this round, the other team isn't even gonna know what hit 'em..."

and, with that, you once again return to the confined space of his only slightly disheveled bedroom, the tv screen still bearing the scores from your last game. although, admittedly, as you continue to sit side by side, knees nudging one another here and there when things start to get a little too desperate or rowdy, you can't help but find yourself a little more distracted and self-conscious than usual.

because you swear you catch tomura glancing at you in between rounds from the corner of your eye, something softer, something warmer than you're quite used to possessing his crimson gaze.

it's a side to him you've rarely gotten to see, but you hope he'll learn to wear it a little more openly around you as time goes on.

besides, when his little brother had asked if you were his girlfriend, he hadn't quite said no, now had he?

[anxiousthoughts365]

Regulus Escapes: Part 1

There's a bright white light suddenly filling his bedroom, and Remus starts awake, squinting and trying to make out the shape in the centre of the sunburst. His chest immediately tightens when it solidifies into the form of a stag.

'Hey, Moony.' The Patronus speaks in an echo-y and slightly breathless rendition of James Potter's voice. 'I'm really sorry and I know it's the middle of the night, but we have a bit of a situation, and, well, can you just get to mine, please? I think - shit, Sirius, wait!'

The stag has barely dissolved by the time that Remus is out of bed. It takes him all of 30 seconds to pull on yesterday's clothes, write a haphazard note to his mother, and throw himself into the Floo, calling out James' address. He tumbles out of the ornate fireplace on the other side, coughing and wiping soot out of his eyes, and looks around the room. He pauses, wand in hand, as he tries to understand the scene before him.

James and Sirius stand at either end of the living room, glaring at each other but apparently unable to move. The reason soon becomes clear when Remus manages to drag his gaze away from Sirius, after hurriedly scanning his body to make sure that he isn't hurt.

Euphemia is positioned between the two boys, her wand raised and her eyes darting between them. It seems that her magic is the only thing keeping the boys separated. Remus' confusion only grows when he looks behind Euphemia, to the sofa opposite the fireplace. Fleamont hovers behind it, his usually jolly face grey and set, and his hand is resting on the shoulder of -

'Regulus?' Remus croaks, frowning and straightening out of his defensive posture. 'What are you -'

'He left,' James snarls, his voice tight as he apparently tries to rein himself in. 'He got out, and the first thing this arsehole does is try and attack him!'

This last is spat at Sirius, who instantly bristles.

'I'm not the arsehole here, Prongs!' he snaps, so viciously that Remus almost steps back. Things must be bad, if he's talking to James like that.

'Language, boys,' Effie chides, her words barely covering Regulus' mutter of, 'Here we go again.'

'Yes, here we go again, Regulus,' Sirius growls, glaring at his brother before twisting in the grasp of Effie's magic to look at Remus. Remus holds his ground against the fury burning in Sirius' gaze, in his tone. 'Picture the scene, Moony. My dear little brother finally, finally escapes that hell-hole, and turns up on our doorstep. He trips the wards, so we're all racing down to see who's arrived, only to find him with his fucking tongue in James' mouth!'

'Sirius,' Effie warns, and Remus sees the boy shrink away, ever so slightly. His rage is undiluted, but he still casts a slightly sheepish glance her way.

'Sorry, Mum,' he mumbles, his eyes slicing to James again. 'Can't help feeling a bit betrayed right now. Especially having learned that they have been sneaking around behind my back for the last couple of months!'

'James?' Remus blurts, himself feeling quite shell-shocked by this news. The nervous glance James sends his way tells him everything he needs to know. The secret-keeping stings at something in his chest, but Remus puts it aside for later. Right now, he needed to focus on Sirius. 'Effie, Monty, would it be alright for me to take Sirius back to mine for a while, please?'

'Of course, dear,' Effie sighs tiredly, seemingly quite glad that someone else is willing to take charge in this situation. The conflict between her boys appears to be wearing on her, and Remus briefly wonders how she had managed it during their fifth year, with all of the difficulty after the incident.

'What?' Sirius barks. 'No, I'm not leaving those two alone! They're going to be fucking -'

'There will be no fucking under this roof, Sirius,' Monty cut in sharply, and every eye in the room turns to him instantly. The boys all gape at him, even Regulus, who has apparently already grasped that Fleamont Potter, a man of few words, will only use them when necessary. And he's just used some of them to swear. He gives them all a small smile, then adds, 'And if you use that language in the presence of our wonderful lady again, my boy, you'll be tasting soap for a week. Understood?'

'Yes, Sir,' Sirius murmurs, his gaze sliding down to his feet. 'Sorry, Mum.'

'That's alright, darling,' Effie says softly, then her gaze hardens again as she levels it at the two boys. 'Now, I'm going to let you go, and if there's any more fighting, then I know from the look on Remus' face that I won't be the only one to intervene this time. And for some reason, I get the feeling that you two will obey him much more readily than you will me.'

To his surprise, neither boy denies this, and after a moment she flicks her wand upwards, and they both sag. They stare at one another for a brief moment, then Sirius opens his mouth.

Before he could get them all into further trouble, Remus lunges forwards and grabs his slender wrist, babbling as he pulls the boy towards the fire, 'Well, it's getting late, we should probably be heading to mine. Wouldn't want my mum to worry, now, would we? We'll be back when things are ... Um ... We'll be back in a few days.'

He reaches into the Floo Powder pot beside the grate, grabbing enough to carry the two of them, but before he can fling it into the flames, he glances over his shoulder. He looks past his still seething friend and his worried mother, and lets his eyes meet Regulus'. Silver eyes, clever and quick and so like Sirius'.

Right now, those eyes are heavy with exhaustion, but he sees the surprise in them as he inclines his head and says, 'Glad you got out, Regulus.'

'Yeah,' Regulus breathes, and at the sound of his voice James turns, as though he's unconsciously responding to someone calling his name. He watches Regulus' sharp features soften as his gaze meets James', and the younger Black boy doesn't bother looking at Remus again as he adds, 'Me too.'

Remus could swear that James lets out a slightly pained sound, but it's quickly covered by Sirius, who makes a disgusting false retching sound from behind him, instantly reminding them all of the situation. Without further delay, Remus throws the handful of powder into the flames and steps through them, pulling Sirius along behind him.

[djarinova]

Dark jeans and your Nikes, look at you / Oh, damn, never seen that colour blue

satoru gojo x reader content - alcohol mentioned, gn reader, first date, Gojo has a crush on you, friends to lovers - divider by @/saradika words - 1.2k reputation event masterlist

♡—This bar is nice, too nice, and Gojo is acting differently than usual... Hey wait! Is anybody else invited or is it just the two of you?

The night is warm, just a light breeze flowing through the city as the two of you sit together in the dimly lit bar. Your eyes follow the movements of the people walking on the pavement—a couple holding hands, an elderly man adjusting his cap, a young boy hopping across the tiles and his mother laughing as she pulls out her phone. All of them are gone from your view just as soon as they arrive.

The sound of Gojo thanking the waiter pulls you away from your people watching, his voice is low, and considering how loud the bar is tonight, quiet. You spin yourself back towards the white haired man, the waiter has already slipped away, but you spare a final glance back towards the window—the boy and his mother are laughing together.

“I'm sorry, I- What did you say?” You feel your cheeks burn under the intensity of his gaze.

Gojo laughs, tilting his head back, and you think for a second that he's going to fall out of his chair. You roll your eyes at him, at his overdramatic need to tease you for zoning out, and he rolls his eyes at you rolling your eyes, knowing that you have no idea just how adorably cute your zoning off truly is. You knit your eyebrows together and watch as Gojo starts fiddling with the paper straw that the waiter left.

You eyes flit from his hands to his face and you both end up smiling at each other when you look up and find him already watching you. The sound of his laughter puts you at ease, but you can't seem to shake that weird feeling that's still sitting in your chest.

“I asked if you wanted to order another drink.” He smiles again, that gorgeous toothy smile that he does when he's trying to charm someone. And you think it's working. “This place gets jittery if you sit too long with empty glasses on the table.”

You huff out a laugh, and skim your eyes over to the bar where you find the barman and a couple waiters talking a bit too enthusiastically. They point fingers around the room wildly and pass pieces of paper between one another like children passing notes in school.

You can see why they get jittery about empty glasses, this place is nice. The kind of nice that comes with private booths, plush cushions adjourning each stool, sparkling champagne popping every 15 minutes and those warm bulbs that sit hidden under every shelf of alcohol on display. You decide that it's one of those places you pass with friends on a night out, one of you expressing interest about going in, but a single look from the bouncer having you walking past the entrance with your tails between your legs and talking shit about how it's far too pretentious in there anyways, but still secretly feeling that bit of dejection at your rejection.

The place isn't as stuffy as you'd imagined, but you still feel out of place amongst the sparse crowd of people that directly surround your table. Not that that was particularly your fault, Gojo had given you barely 3 hours notice ahead of these plans tonight. By some grace of god you had managed to scrounge something out from the back of your closet—a long forgotten garment bag from a wedding or something—and you had hoped you'd be able to get lost within the others that Gojo had invited. But there weren't any.

It was just you and him. So far anyway.

And even though you know that Gojo always thinks he looks good, something about the way he looked tonight had made you unable to hold in your compliments. He had taken them unusually humble… And something about the way his eyes had lit up when you called him handsome had had your stomach doing flips.

You look at him now, pausing only to quickly flit your eyes across the menu that sits in front of you—you already know what you want, double shot of coconut rum and fill the rest of the glass with lemonade please, but maybe this place is too fancy for that… The dim lights reflect beautifully off of his hair, from certain angles you could almost believe the strands are golden, and the dark blue shirt he's wearing makes his paleness almost angelic. And although you can't see past his waist from where you sit now, you know he's wearing a pair of dark jeans (and his trustworthy black and white nikes) that make him look even taller and more slender than you thought possible.

Gojo coughs. His fingertips tap against the side of the menu.

“Perhaps we could get, I don't know, a bottle of something?” He gulps. “To share, I mean. A wine? Or…”

You narrow your eyes at him, amused. You've never seen him act like this before. He's usually much more suave and put together when he tells you the stories of all his successful dates. The image of him lounging about on your sofa with his heels kicked over the arm and his head in your lap flashes into your mind.

Wait–

“Are we on a date right now?” You blurt out.

It's his turn to be amused now. He sits straight up in his chair, moving to the edge and getting as close to you as possible before he leans forward onto his elbows. The table is small, he's barely 10 inches from your face.

He smiles, more genuinely than you think you've ever seen him smile before.

“Oh!” His hands fall atop yours. “You mean you didn't know? I'm wounded.” He sighs dramatically, but he has a glow in his eyes that makes you roll yours at him.

“Shut up.” You huff. “I'm serious, Satoru.” Your heart flutters as he loops his fingers through yours.

He blinks at you, tilting his head comically. The angle makes you laugh but your eyes are still narrowed.

“Well, yes. We are. Do you like it?” He indicates to the room, as if he made the place himself, just for you.

Your eyes flit once again from his face to the bar—the waiters are no longer standing there and the barman is busy making drinks. You feel your cheeks warm and you think about making a move towards the glass in front of you.

“Oh, I forgot.” You whisper. The reason for this conversation is now ringing through your head again.

You clear your throat. “We can have… God, I don't know…” The menu suddenly looks horrendously intimidating. “Anything is fine for me. As long as it's not white wine—or any type of champagne—and maybe not a rosé either, you know how I was the last time we drank that together.” You pause. “But I'm happy to–”

He's smiling at you again. Wide, toothy, and extraordinarily handsomely.

“What's the matter? Why are you– Oh.” You sigh, you just can't seem to stop yourself from rolling your eyes tonight.

“Yes, Satoru, I like it very much.” You match his smile with one of your own and you feel his hands squeeze yours.

Three times.

One.

Two.

Three.

[chiacanwritesometimes]

the three times you tried, and the one time it worked. (part 2)

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ship: bucky barnes x reader

word count: 1.6k

author’s note: this is unedited, so there might be some grammatical errors. this fic dives into themes of pregnancy, miscarriage, and alcohol. please please please do not interact if these themes bother, trigger, or make you uncomfortable. all information regarding my statistics have been sourced from mayo clinic, nhs.uk and cleveland clinic. please let me know if i got anything wrong so i can update this with the most accurate information! if you have gone through something like this or similar, please reach out to support groups or hotlines. i will link some down on the notes as soon as i can!

eek! one part left! i have enjoyed writing this so far, and i might do a “what they’re up to now” when im done with this series. i hope you enjoy reading it :P

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it was hard on him as well. how do you go from being thrown seventy years into the future, from meeting the love of your life, to losing a baby with her?

her screams haunted him, almost as much as…

he tried not to think about it too much. he promised her he was starting a new life with and for her, although she encouraged him to talk about the past to better understand him and to help him work out the trauma.

he spent most of his days in the office, filling out paperwork. he called time off from work, but you got well enough to the point where he could return without fear of you hurting yourself. most nights were spent holding each other, with either one of you or both of you crying.

80 percent of miscarriages happen in the first trimester. it’s not that you weren’t fertile, but what you both didn’t account for was how his super soldier genes would affect everything, having the baby develop faster than it’s little body could handle. it was eight centimeters long, contrast to the common five centimeters. he blamed himself for it, but you assured that through no fault of his, it happened. you didn’t want to grow to resent him, as you knew deep down it truly wasn’t his fault. you buried yourself in statistics to find loops and explanations as to why, why you, why this, just…why. for women under 30, 1 in 10 pregnancies end in miscarriage. around 10-20% of pregnancies end in miscarriage. you became depressed, finding yourself as another statistic to write down, another number in a chart. he caught on to what you were doing, but didn’t know how to handle it. he mostly just held you, and whispered words of comfort into your ear.

“why did it have to be us?” you whispered softly, one night, as he spooned you.

he paused for a moment. “i don’t know.”

“if only i-“. he cut you off. “stop. you know it wasn’t your fault. we’ll try again when you’re ready, okay?”

you went out with your friends one day, a small reward you gave yourself for being so strong. you felt bad for leaving him home, but he assured you that he would be productive.

you really didn’t drink. that’s what you kept telling yourself as you ordered, and kept ordering. you really didn’t, you just didn’t know what came over you. maybe it was the fact that the drinks were cheap, or the company was good. or maybe it was the five month anniversary. you tried not to think about it much, as you didn’t want to depress your friends. your sorrows were washed away, and for the first time in a while, you felt whole. soon, you were drunk. not tipsy, but full on, shit faced drunk. your giddy smile convinced your friends to call him, and it wasn’t long before he was there to pick you up. he scooped you up with ease, and chuckled at your exaggerated affection towards him.

“you’re drunk.” he teased, as he sat you down in the passenger seat.

“and you’re not.” you teased back. he closed the door and walked over to the drivers seat. he sat down and took a deep breath. he didn’t start the car just yet, he was just looking at you.

“well i can’t get drunk, you know that. plus, im driving. wouldn’t be responsible.”

“and you’re known for always following the rules, yes yes.” you said in a mock serious tone, making him snort.

“low blow.” he responded, as he turned the key to the ignition. the hum of the engine proved to be a good melody lulling you to sleep, and your head bobbed as you tried your hardest to stay awake. his hand was on your thigh, and his thumb traced circles. it proved wonders, and you quickly fell asleep. the car ride was fifteen minutes long, and your eyes fluttered open as your body recognized the turns to your home. you stretched your arms, muscles sore from all the dancing you did with your friends. he was humming a song, one you tried to recognize.

the music started, and was i the perplexed one?

he stopped the car, and walked to your side, opening the door.

i held my breath and said, may i have the next one?

his soft voice made your ears turn red. he helped you out of the car, and scooped you bridal style. you giggled. he walked to the front door, and you unlocked it. he gently placed you down as you both entered, and he continued.

in my frightened arms-

you smiled. “polka dots and moon beams.” you said. you recognized the song, and as you took your shoes off, he beamed at you. he nodded and continued.

polka dots and moon beams, sparkled on a pug nosed dream.

he whistled the improvisation of the trombone, and took your hands as he led you down the hall to the dining room. there, a candle lit table with two plates.

“i had this planned, but i didn’t want you to not go out with your friends.” he admitted sheepishly. you gasped and smiled.

“this is so sweet.” you were slowly sobering up. your clothes felt heavy on you, and you suggested putting on pajamas. he agreed, and the both of you walked upstairs as you talked about the events of the night. he listened intently, and sat down on the bathroom counter as you took a quick shower. the warm air made your baby hairs cling to your skin, and the mirror foggy. you finished, and grabbed the nearest towel and covered yourself. you walked out of the shower, shivering slightly from the temperature difference. you walked over to where he sat, and smiled at him.

“hi.” you said softly, soaking in the intimate moment.

“hi.” he replied, equally as gentle. he cupped your jaw, and planted a small kiss on your lips. he leaned his forehead on yours, and closed his eyes.

“you smell good. new shampoo?”

you nodded.

“you’re welcome to try it.” you smiled, running your damp hand through his hair. he grabbed your wrist, and starting placing small kisses on your knuckles, your palm, your fingers.

“you’re so pretty.” he said as he sat up from the counter and towered above you. you grinned.

“you really think so?”

he nodded.

“oh yeah. everyone at work is so jealous of me.” he boasted as you snorted.

“oh, i’m sure.” you chuckled as he took your hand and twirled you and pulled you in, embracing you. he pulled you in a long kiss, holding the back of your neck and your waist. he sat you down on the counter and one thing led to another and…

you kept replaying those moments as you stared at the two lines on the second pregnancy test. you felt dread, but also joy? it was a mix of emotions. you felt scared, what if it happened again? 80 percent of miscarriages happen in the first trimester, you kept telling yourself. you just had to survive the first 12 weeks, and you’ll be fine.

you knocked on the doorway to his office, which was a huge step for you. you hadn’t entered that room since the incident. he looked up from his book.

“what’s up, birdie?” birdie. a nickname he used after catching you singing along to one of your favorite records, and one he used sparingly. that nicknamed grounded you, and gave you the strength to fess up.

you held up the test, and said nothing.

“two lines?” he asked, with a tone you could almost register as nervousness with a twinge of fear.

you nodded. he stood up to embrace you, laughing.

“two lines!” he kept repeating, kissing your neck. this made you ease up, and soon, you were laughing as well.

“okay, okay! we have to be prepared this time.” you stated. “but also, we can’t get our hopes too up, what if-“. you stopped laughing. you cleared your throat.

“no matter what happens, we’ll…be fine, right?”

he nodded. “we’ll be fine. for better or worse, remember?”

“pinky promise?” your request broke his heart. he set you down and extended his own pinky finger, hooking it with yours. he took your hand and kissed it.

“i’m yours, through it all.” he said, smiling.

you two had decided to take a small vacation, to get your mind off things. you refused any food that could possibly hurt the growth of the fetus, and tried your hardest to stay optimistic. you steered clear of baby clothes until after the first twelve weeks were over. how betrayed you would soon feel.

as you were three weeks in, you felt strange. similar to the way it felt the first time, but you thought it was just morning sickness or something.

you both had travelled to maine, to watch the ocean. you decided that fresh air was what you both needed. not only was the salt air fresh, but it was cold, very cold. you had taken a midnight stroll with him on the sand, and went to bed at three in the morning.

you woke up with pain, similar to the pain you would feel with period cramps. you sat up and googled “miscarriage symptoms” with shaky hands. this couldnt happen again. how could this happen again? your stirring caused him to wake up, and he saw what was on your phone. his heart dropped as he made eye contact with you. your face was pale, your eyes filled with grief.

“james?” you said, cautiously. his eyes sank. you only called him by that name when things were extremely serious.

“yes, my love?”

80 percent of miscarriages happen in the first trimester.

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part 2/3. update tmr!

[ughgoaway]

hi love u can we talk about neighbor matty first not-date date/the first time they hung out and it wasn’t hostile and she wanted to kiss him rotten

omg omg omg THIS WAS SO HARD. but I think it was a building nye party. your building manager had sent out invitations a month ago, and he'd made it pretty clear in not so many (SO MANY) words (5 emails, 2 letters, 3 doorstep chats) that attendance was mandatory.

so you get dolled up and head up to the roof, only for your eyes to be immediately magnetised to Matty's. he's across the roof from you, dressed up in a suit with a soft smile on his face, a far cry from the cheeky smirk that usually sits on his lips.

maybe it was the champagne that mellowed him, but he simply waved your way then continued chatting with your elderly neighbour, smiling and laughing with him, all whilst flirting with his wife, because he's still matty after all.

soon enough, the champagne had mellowed you too, and you had slithered off to a far corner of the roof, sitting on the edge and letting your legs dangle below. an existential crisis minutes to midnight had accidentally become a tradition for you, and this year wasn't seemingly any different. until a figure soon came from the bubbling party and sat beside you, and you didn't have to turn your head to know it was matty.

"you planning on jumping? wouldn't be a great start to the year, love." he teased, wordlessly grabbing your empty glass and pouring half the champagne from his into it.

"I always loved sitting like this, since I was young. the breeze and weightlessness of my legs always felt like freedom for me. my mum used to have a heart attack everytime she saw the door up to the roof ajar, she knew exactly where I'd be. sat letting the cold air fill my lungs, radiohead blasting in my ear because I really was that teenager. but no amount of warnings and worried glances could stop me from coming up here. it finally felt like I could breathe for the first time. its been a long time since I've just breathed, I think. longer than I thought. feels weird" you say softly, scooting closer to matty as you speak.

matty nods along silently, wrapping his arm around your shoulder when you get emotional thinking about what the past year has been, and how little time you had to feel the freedom you so often did as a teen. you don't shrink away at his touch like usual, almost settling into his grip and letting his fingers dance over your skin.

you hear the countdown coming from the other side of the roof, and when it gets to one, you simply rest your head on Matty's shoulder, sucking in a deep shaky breath, watching the fireworks from the building across the road fill up the sky. matty rests his head on yours, rubbing his hand up and down your cold bare skin, letting his touch warm you up as much as he can when it's 2° and you're sat in a breeze 20 stories up. he feels you start to suck in as many breaths as you can, a panic attack forming as you start to linger on the past year, and obsess over the inevitable future, the unknown of it all making your chest ache and your palms sweat.

"its a new year darling, plenty of time for deep breaths. no need to rush them all, breathe with me, yeah?" he grabs your hand and holds it to his chest, letting it feel the rise and fall of his steady breathing. you slow down eventually, and the wet patch on his black suit jacket stops growing.

"happy new year matty" you say simply, sniffling and gripping his hand tightly. he squeezes it 3 times, hoping you know the 3 words each grip means. 3 words, 8 letters, and he meant every one of them.

you do get it, but you can't squeeze it back. not yet.

eventually your manager comes and shouts at you both for sitting on the edge and almost making his building a crime scene. but the first 5 minutes of the year had an energy you'd not felt before, and you're not sure you've felt since.

[journey-to-the-attic]

I'M SO GLAD YOU'RE CAUGHT UP TO LESSON 12 BC LIKE-

Can you IMAGINE how devastated the brothers would be with their new adopted kid-attendant in a coma. Belphie driving himself insane with worry over his best friend. Lucifer unable to understand why he feels such a deep pit in his chest when he looks at her. Satan tearing the library apart trying to find a book with a remedy because damn him if he isn't going to save the first person to really be kind to him since he was created

AND SOLOMON!! Imagine his GUILT, that Ik nearly died (again) while under his care

solomon: if i had a penny for every time a confrontation with lucifer put ik in a coma, i'd have two pennies, which isn't a lot, but it upsets me that it's happened twice

you're so right though... the entire time she's out they just refuse to let her be alone, there's always at least two other people keeping her company. most of the time of them is solomon, having designated himself ik's guardian here in the past, and taking his duties extremely seriously

in a deja-vu-but-for-the-future way it reminds satan of something - that something being ik's state in the aftermath of the whole dying thing, during that period when she just wouldn't sleep. he chalks up the anger it stirs up down to his still poorly-controlled wrath and the fact that the coma thing happened as a direct result of lucifer being an ass, but he can't quite put his finger on why the anger feels so oddly concentrated

[proteuus]

getting "hey are you going to [x thing]? I was thinking abt going but only if ur going" texts >>>

[did-you-fall-for-a-shooting-star]

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