#this show fucked me up if you couldn’t tell

[rafesangelita]

♡ standing in front of rafe’s door after everything that transpired was the last thing you thought you’d do.. yet here you were. luckily for you, rafe has no intentions of ever letting you leave him again.

warnings: enemies to lovers, unprotected sex, rough sex, marathon sex (these two have a lot to catch up on), oral (m. and f. receiving), fingering, choking, face fucking, cum eating, cum play (they are sooo gross), multiple orgasms, rough handling, hair pulling, biting, slapping, overstimulation, crying, degradation, dirty talk, humiliation kink (?), praise, fluff, soft aftercare

a/n: aaaand this is the end ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ this series was something i thought of on a whim, and i couldn’t be any more happier with the way everything came out. to everyone who showed sm love and gave me your thoughts and feedback, thank you so much!! reading your comments and your theories made me smile <3 wrote this while listening to ‘hotel’ by montell fish, i highly recommend listening to it, it’s what inspired this chapter!!

links: previous | mini series masterlist

wc: 3.8k

it’s been four days since rafe’s been blowing up your phone with every second he could spare, all of his calls and messages being either dismissed or ignored. you had fabricated a lie the next morning and told chanel that you and rafe just weren’t compatible with each other, and even though she could see the solemn look on your face, she knew not to dig any further. “you call me if you need anything, okay?” she hugged you tightly before leaving, using her own key to lock the door to your house as you stayed laying in bed.

as much as you wanted to give in to rafe, you just couldn’t find it in you to overlook the fact that he held back from telling you what he knew. sure, now that you look back on it, it was obvious, but to continue feeding into your fantasies, receiving your pictures, and talking to you on the phone as if he didn’t know who you were made you feel like you had been played in a way. since that night, you went to your tumblr and deleted everything, along with deactivating your account and uninstalling the app as a whole.

once rafe saw that your blog was gone, he went ahead and decided to delete his as well. it was pointless for him to be active if you were no longer on there anymore. he had been checking his phone religiously, hoping for any kind of reply, but each time his phone screen illuminated with a notification that wasn’t from you it was just a blow to his chest. he hated not hearing from you, especially because he had grown so used to listening to your voice everyday. now that was all gone. he no longer had that balance that he needed to keep him from going insane.

rafe didn’t view you any differently once he found out his dream girl behind the screen was you. if anything, it just made him want you even more. to know that the same girl that never put up with anyone’s shit was the same girl that wanted to be told what to do was nothing short of gratifying. he loved being the man that did that for you. both of you needed each other, and that was something you were slowly starting to realize as the days went on. finally folding, you had turned your read receipts off so rafe wouldn’t know that you opened up the plethora of paragraphs he had been sending you.

you scrolled down from the very top, only reading the messages that stuck out to you the most.

[Sunday - 10:11 AM] rafe: i just checked into my room, please text me back.

[Sunday - 11:00 AM] rafe: i don’t blame you for not wanting to talk to me but we’re gonna have to settle this now or when i get home. either way, you’re still mine. whether you like it or not.

[Sunday - 11:09 AM] rafe: has it ever occurred to you that you know things about me that nobody else knows either? i knew who you were and i still didn’t hold back from being vulnerable with you. i care about you y/n, i think about you all the fucking time. after opening up to me last night, i really just want to make sure that you never feel alone again. let me be there. please.

[Sunday - 10:17 PM] rafe: this is the first night in months that i’m going to bed without hearing your voice. please consider talking to me again.

[Monday - 8:20 PM] rafe: not that it matters anymore but for the entire time that we were texting each other, i never saw anyone else. i wasn’t interested in anybody and then once i found out that you were closer than i thought, you’re the only thing that i could think about. phone sex aside, i truly believe that we see each other and understand one another— at least for me, you do. this isn’t a sunken ship, and i won’t let you turn it into one.

[Monday - 8:27 PM] rafe: i’ll do whatever it takes to be back in your good graces, but leaving you alone isn’t an option. i don’t think it ever was.

[Tuesday - 3:55 PM] rafe: well i finished up all the deals i needed to make, but i want to give you the time that you need, so i’ll be staying here for the rest of the week. i’ve put your name on the visitor’s list for my room number, i know it’s far fetched to think you’ll show up, but i’ll be here.

and then the most recent ones from this afternoon..

[Today - 1:09 PM] rafe: #501

[Today - 1:10 PM] rafe: that’s my room number.

you bit your lip. you couldn’t believe you were really considering going over there. you spent the rest of the afternoon pacing the halls, trying to come up with excuses as to why you shouldn’t pack a bag and give in to the man that undeniably has you in a chokehold. by the sounds of his texts, it’s not like you can just get out of not communicating with him, he has made that abundantly clear. by the time it was seven o’clock you were cursing under your breath as your car parked onto the ferry headed towards the mainland. “you better not embarrass me, asshole..” you whispered, swallowing your pride as the minutes counted down to your destination.

you were hesitant when it came time to go into the lobby, your chest rising and falling as you got off the car on shaky legs. you knew that coming over here meant more than just ‘talking it out’, this was you allowing rafe to prove himself worthy enough for something to grow out of this; something serious. “good evening! are you a guest or a visitor?” the receptionist smiled at you brightly as you answered. “visitor. for rafe cameron.” she clicked away on her computer for a few moments before humming pleasantly. “y/n?” she confirmed. with a curt nod, she motioned towards the elevators, “enjoy your night.”

adjusting the pink bag on your shoulder, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding once the elevator dinged on rafe’s floor. no matter how much you were trying to downplay the situation, you couldn’t help the violent thumping of your heart with every step you took towards the end of the long hallway. standing in front of his door made everything feel like it was closing in on you, like suddenly you couldn’t get out of this and you hated the feeling of losing control. before you could successfully talk yourself out of facing him and running away, you knocked and waited with a bated breath for rafe to answer.

the man on the other side of the door was sitting at the edge of his bed in deep thought when he heard the small sound against the thick hardwood. eyebrows twisting in confusion, rafe got up and looked through the peep hole. he felt relief wash over him as soon as he saw you standing there with your arms crossed over your chest without a word, he opened the door, your eyes finding his. his gaze said just as much as your own, both of you sharing a mutual understanding without having to say anything.

pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, rafe nodded understandingly before dragging you inside, your heart fluttering in your chest at his display of strength. “rafe—” you didn’t even get a chance to say anything before he grabbed your bag and tossed it to the side, his hands cupping your face before he backed you into the wall. “just shut up.” he whispered, both of you moaning once you felt each other’s lips finally press into your own. he tasted like mint with a hint of alcohol and you knew right then and there that you’d never be able to get enough of it.

snaking your hands underneath his shirt, you raked your nails down his toned stomach before tugging at the waistline of his jeans, a small gasp leaving your lips once he inserted a thigh between your legs and pressed into where you needed him most. “fuck,” you whimpered, wrapping your arms around his neck, “please, i need you.” hearing you say that you needed him made rafe’s head spin in the best possible way. “yeah? i’m not really convinced..” he leaned in, licking a stripe across your bottom lip. rolling your eyes, you dug your nails into his neck until he groaned, pushing you into the wall with a thud.

narrowing your gaze at him, rafe smiled once he saw what looked like a hint of a challenge dancing in your orbs. picking you up off of your feet, you yelped when rafe slammed you onto his bed, wasting no time in slotting himself between your thighs. “it’s gonna take a lot more than some pathetic begging to get me inside you.” he said through gritted teeth. you refrained from saying something smart, your stare faltering as you swallowed thickly. he was going to make this difficult for you. stroking the back of his neck, you pulled him down so your lips were next to his ear.

he shuddered at the feeling of your breath fanning against his skin, a sigh falling from his lips as you trailed your foot along the side of his hip up to his torso. “please, rafe? i might cry if i have to my own fingers again..it’s been too long,” you whispered, “what will it take for you to fill me up with your cock instead?” rafe cursed under his breath as soon as he heard your lewd words, his hands working to get you out of your clothes so he could give both of you some kind of relief. you shivered once you were left in your bra and panties, your eyes beaming up at the man in front of you as you slowly removed the lacey material.

maybe it was because rafe was still fully dressed, but you couldn’t help but feel overexposed as he ogled your chest, the adam’s apple in his throat bobbing up and down as he took your tits in the palms of his hands. “holy fuck,” he laid you back, letting his touch roam your body as you squirmed with anticipation, “the camera doesn’t do you justice, baby, you’re fucking gorgeous.” your stomach erupted in a fit of butterflies at the nickname. “and these..” he tugged at your underwears, his jaw clenching once he caught a glimpse of your glossy folds.

in no time, rafe had your thighs shaking around his head, your back arching off of the plush mattress as you clawed at his hands in a desperate attempt to ground yourself from the pure, white hot pleasure coursing through your tummy. “rafe!” you squealed, your entire body buzzing with need as you felt his fingers prod at your entrance. “you taste so good, ‘pretty, m’gonna have to keep you on your back for me all fucking day from now on.” he cursed, flicking his tongue against your overstimulated clit. you felt like a puddle of nothing once he had his digits curled inside of you, his fingertips continuously hitting that sweet spot that made you jolt with each stroke.

“t-too much!” you shook your head, your hips drawing away from his mouth. he chuckled, his strong grip on the curves of your waist making you hiss in pain. “this can’t be too much for you already, i’m just getting started..” you whined helplessly, feeling the band in your stomach snap for the second time already, the motions of his digits eliciting wet squelches from your cunt as you writhed uncontrollably beneath him.

with your eyes rolled to the back of your skull, rafe removed the hand he had inbetween your thighs and slipped his fingers inside your mouth, his tongue still working skillfully on your sensitive bud as he forced you to taste yourself. you moaned, sucking on his digits without a second thought. “you’re so fucking hot, i love it.” he grumbled, grinding his clothed erection into the sheets, desperate for any kind of friction he could get as he leaked precum from merely giving you pleasure.

he brought you down from your high until your breathing slowed and you were dragging him up to kiss you once again. rafe’s lips molded to yours so perfectly, you cupped his chin and pecked the tip of his nose before slipping out from under his body. rafe didn’t ask any questions as you grabbed his hand and guided him back up to his feet. how you managed to stand up after being overstimulated into oblivion? you don’t know, but you were determined to get rafe out of his clothes one way or another.

rafe watched as you lifted his shirt above his head, the thin material of his t-shirt getting lost on the floor somewhere as you stared at his glorious build. “as much i hated you, i always thought you were stupidly hot.” rafe snorted at your words, his eyes following the way your fingertips trailed down his pecs to his v-line. “hated?” he repeated, noting the past-tense of your statement. meeting his eyes, you blinked softly before pressing another kiss to the corner of his lips. “yeah, hated.”

within seconds, you had dropped to your knees, biting your lip at the sight of rafe bulging out of the denim material of his jeans. looking up at him with sultry eyes, you palmed him through his pants, his nostrils flaring slightly as you took your time getting him out of his boxers. oh and once you did, you were gobsmacked. you’ve spent so much time daydreaming about this cock, just wishing it was the one thing putting you to sleep instead of your fingers, and now that it was standing in front of you, you couldn’t help but rub your thighs together at the sight.

you smiled sweetly before placing your hands on the back of his knees, the man above you already fisting your hair into a makeshift ponytail as you licked a long stripe up the underside of his cock, his hips bucking at the pleasure shooting into his core. “o-oh, fuck..” he swallowed thickly, watching as your sparkly lips enveloped the head of his cock, your tongue swirling around his aching tip with ease. you moaned around his length, taking him inch by inch until your nose nudged his pubic bone.

blinking up at him through your eyelashes, you slowly pulled off of him, holding him at the base as he watched you trace your lips with a mix of spit and precum. “you’re gonna get it.” was the last thing rafe said before he pulled your head back down on his cock, a muffled whine sounding from your mouth before you felt his tip hit the back of your throat. rafe’s head rolled to the side, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. your grip tightened around his legs, your eyebrows pinching together as rafe groaned, his muscles constricting underneath his skin.

“i imagined this for so long..” he said through gritted teeth, “..since way before we even started texting.” you moaned at the revelation, grateful that he took the hint and let you slide off of him for a moment so you could breathe. gasping once you were able to get a full breath, rafe cursed when his eyes landed on the thick string of saliva still connecting your lips to his cock. “why didn’t you do something about it, then?” rafe shook his head, letting go of your hair before landing a playful smack across your cheek. “you know what? that’s a really good question, ‘think you would’ve been okay with me stuffing your mouth back then?”

you giggled, licking your lips before getting up and pushing him down on the bed. rafe brought you down with him, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist as you kissed him sloppily. feeling him like this, skin to skin, made a weight that you didn’t even know was there lift from your heart, your soft hands stroking his chest as he held you in his big arms. snaking down his torso, you pressed a trail of kisses down his stomach until you reached his length, wrapping a hand around his base.

“tell me, rafe,” you scooted down so you were straddling his thighs, “would you have even had the balls to take me the way you wanted?” rafe’s chest rose and fell as you stroked him languidly, his eyes struggling to stay open as you watched him with that dark gaze of yours. “nah, i didn’t think you’d be able to take it.” you smiled, taking your bottom lip between your teeth before you picked up your pace, the action making rafe’s hips buck. “ah, fuck!” he heaved, his jaw falling slack as he felt himself teetering the edge of euphoria.

“already gonna cum?” you teased, “so fucking pathetic.” rafe blinked, his jaw tightening at your words. he couldn’t let you win this easily. despite it feeling impossible, he mustered up the strength to stop your ministrations, grabbing your shoulders and pinning you down beneath him. “you might be royalty out there, but in here? with me? you don’t get to have your fucking way. you’re nothing.” you gasped, your heart beating in your ears as he threw your legs over his shoulders.

suddenly you didn’t have the same confidence from earlier now that rafe had you right where he wanted you, his cock sitting snuggly between your folds. your eyes fluttered closed at the feeling of him teasing your clit, a shaky breath leaving your lips as he entered you slowly. rafe buried his face in your neck, his teeth nipping the sensitive flesh there. your eyes watered at the stretch, a small cry emitting from your throat. rafe looked down at you and made sure you were okay before thrusting into you, both of you moaning in unison.

“fuck, you feel so good,” he praised you, “better than what i could’ve ever imagined.” he pressed a kiss to your calf, pressing a large palm over your lower stomach. you squeaked at the pressure, your toes curling as he fucked into you with vigor. “i wonder what people would think of you if they knew you were a cock hungry slut,” he started thumbing your clit, your hands shooting up to dig crescents into his biceps, “i should mark you up, ‘show everyone who the fuck you belong to when they see us out.”

you don’t know why, but the idea of walking around with rafe, everyone’s eyes falling on you two in every room you enter, turned you on beyond belief, especially at the prospect of being littered with bruises and hickeys from none other than the man on top of you. “i want that,” you whimpered, “want’ everyone to know you’re mine too.” rafe groaned. all he’s wanted to hear since you two started this whole thing. that he was yours.. that you wanted him the way he wanted you.

rafe wished so badly that he didn’t refrain from letting himself cum over the course of these last few months, because then maybe he wouldn’t be close to blowing his load this soon. “still think i’m pathetic if i cum right now?” rafe trailed his lips across your collarbone, his forehead nudging your chin as you nodded breathlessly. “oh, totally.” you laughed, the smile from your face being wiped off as soon as rafe picked up his speed on your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“i guess that’s gonna make two of us then..” you had heavy tears rolling down your cheeks when your high washed over you in waves of pure ecstasy, your legs trembling as you thrashed against him. you lost all ability to speak or think, rafe’s hips coming to a stop as he pulled out, still stroking his length as he emptied himself over your drenched folds. rafe shuddered, watching the way his cum painted your pretty cunt. you were left clenching around nothing, a pout forming on your lips.

“w-why didn’t you just cum inside me?” you stuttered, rafe’s eyes widening at your display of offense. “well i wasn’t sure if you’d be okay with that—” you cut him off, clamping a hand over his mouth before reaching down and guided his tip over the mess he made. “put it in me.” your had seen plenty of gazes turn dark before, but rafe’s was just incomparable. he was distraught, the look on your face sending him into overdrive. he did as you said, his mind churning with a thousand thoughts at once.

you took every drop like a champ, his eyes hanging low as he collapsed next to you, pulling you into his side. cradling his head to your chest, you reveled in the feeling of his arms being wrapped around you, both of you panting softly in an attempt to catch your breaths. staying in this position for what seemed like forever, you blinked once rafe’s voice broke you out of your post-sex bliss. “what made you change your mind?” he asked, running his fingertips up and down the column of your spine.

“my mind was already made up..” you whispered, “i just needed to put my ego away and finally choose something for myself.”

at your words, rafe pulled you into a heated kiss, which only then lead to round two and three and so on until you were barely able to hold yourself up in the shower. you and rafe slept in the next morning, both of you spending the rest of the week seemingly catching up with all of the pent up sexual frustration you two shared until it was time to go back home and do it all overs again. your phone had been blowing up with unanswered calls and texts from chanel, your best friend worried sick about you and your sudden disappearance. “where the fuck have you been?! i was starting to think i should file a missing persons report!” she shouted.

“i promise i’m going to explain everything. meet me at our brunch spot in ten minutes.. and feel free to bring topper..”

“how did this happen?!” chanel squealed excitedly, looking between you and rafe as he draped an arm across your shoulders, your lips finding his. oh, god, where could you even start? “it’s a really interesting story, but trust me when i say you’ll thank me for sparing the details.” you laughed. topper was also mildly confused at his best friend’s sudden attitude change towards you. “blink twice if you need help, bro.” he chuckled nervously, both you and chanel shooting him a glare. “nah, no cries for help over here. i’m right where i wanna be..”

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[random-blurbs]

MARK X READER X VARIANT MARK(s)?

a/n- this is something very random - open ending so i can continue with the other variants in other parts hehe

omni-mark variant. sinister mark imagine

You didn’t want to join the fight.

How could you when it was all the versions of the guy you love.

The one you practically abandoned when things got too difficult. Your argument fresh in your mind even as months passed. You abandoned him and he never lets you forget that.

Your mind racing as you see the destruction the variants left in their wake. The death toll rising and the lives forever changed by the passing minute.

Your phone was ringing excessively, you already knew who it was. Glancing over at it your body was already shaking. How can you ever show your face to the public eye again? You don’t deserve to show your face after what you’ve done. The darkness of your home enveloped you, keeping you stuck forever in time. You belong here. To repent what you’ve done. The calling seized as different videos played on your tv of what else they’ve done. They look so similar yet their cruel actions contrast the Mark you know.

Your heart is breaking as you imagine what Mark is thinking. Somehow he’ll blame himself when it’s anything but. Yet you’re too afraid of telling him that. The ringing started again making you mindlessly peek at who it was, your breath got caught in your throat as you read the name.

Mark.

Your hands scrambled over to the phone as you looked at the caller ID. How long has it been since you talked? Pressing the green button you bit your lip nervously putting the phone by your ear.

“Hello?”

“Y/N?! Are you safe?” His panicked voice made tears prick your eyes. “Y-yeah why wouldn’t I be?” You hear him grunting the rushing of air practically being audible, “Wait are you coming here?”

“You need to get out of there!” Sensing that something was wrong you put your phone on speaker as you stood up looking around your living room wildly. “Mark what’s happening?” It was as if he sensed your own worry he gritted his teeth trying to get to you quicker. “I don’t know what they want but you need to g-.” Cutting him off with a shriek part of your roof collapsed making you stumble back in shock. It was muscle memory all your years fighting as you quickly made a cut in your hand letting the blood shoot out to the culprit who broke into your home.

“Y/N! What’s happening!” Your phone clattered onto the floor as both of your hands shot out to the person in-front of you.

Your eyes widened realizing who it was. “Mark?” He was wearing the same black and blue suit as your Mark simply covering his hair but coated with blood. “Y/N?” His voice was tentative, without a second thought he broke out the blood hold you had on him making you wince. Before you can make another cut his hand wrapped around your throat pushing you against the wall making you yelp in pain. The sudden motion scared you but there he was holding you now ever so softly. His thumb was caressing your cheek, a thing your Mark used to love doing. “You’re alive.” His voice was laced with a desperation you never thought you would hear. “You’re alive in this world?” He couldn’t believe it.

Before you can question anything the Mark that wasn’t yours pressed his lips against yours. A kiss filled with anguish, he pulled you closer into his body as if wanting to meld into one. His warm hands placed around your waist confidently, letting himself indulge in the warmth he once lost. He felt you try pull away but that only allowed him to deepened the kiss pulling your hair back slightly to open your mouth as you whined in pain. He wanted every piece of you. Every sound you let out, every slight shudder, he wanted it all. Letting himself feel every part of your body that he still memorized.

“Are you fucking kidding me! You liar you said you were busy torturing some C grade hero!” He pulled away leaving you dazed. That definitely wasn’t your Mark.

Looking up you took a careful step back seeing 2 new versions of Mark. Your eyes widen recognizing the outfit you used to grace this world. You didn’t think you would see Omni-man’s costume again, confused just as much as you see a Mark with a blue drape-like mask. “Just get the hell out I got here first.” The Mark in-front of you warned as he stood protectively around you.

“Man fuck you! I would’ve gotten here first if it was a race!”

“Do you have to curse every time you open your mouth?” Bewildered by the interaction you’re witnessing you try to look for any way out. “Y/N!” Making his presence practically known your Mark came bursting in landing a sickening crack to the variant infront of you. He slid back holding his ground looking up at your Mark with devilish smile.

“You got me good there.” Cracking his neck the other variants all eyed Mark. “Mark you need to get out of here.” You worried knowing he can’t handle all three of them.

“I can’t. You need to get out I’ll buy you some time.” Mark seemed more nervous for your safety as you both finally acknowledged each other after months of not talking. Everyone swears whenever he looked at you it was with those love sick eyes that would do anything for you. Seeing it in 3 other versions of him just finally settled in your mind how much he cared for you. He was going to get himself killed for you.

“I’m not leaving.” You spoke firmly making Mark shake his head immediately holding onto your body making the variants eyes laser onto him, “This isn’t the time Y/N! Just leave! I can’t fight with you ar-.” Shoving him back as you took your own step back seeing a fist coming your guy’s way. A new variant entered the scene not knowing if Mark can genuinely rock the mohawk look. “Aww c’mon! I was so close to getting him!” The variant whined with a crazed look in his eyes.

Not letting this moment go you made another cut on your hand letting the blood shoot out to the unsuspecting variant with the blue mask around his leg, throwing him onto the floor as you heard him groan out. Your Mark jumped at the opportunity flying back to the Mohawk variant. It got tiring quick as you tried dodging away from the variant’s grasp letting cut after cut to try getting them away. “I always hated that power of yours.” You saw a flash of white before being thrown against a wall.

Gritting your teeth as you slid down the pain coursed through your body. “Y/N!” Mark tried flying to you before being punched down to the ground just as quickly. “You don’t realize how lucky you have it here.” The variant who had thrown you spat at the boy you love. The air felt strange as everyone heard his words.

“Surprised she’s not dead yet.” The variant with omni-man’s suit said nonchalantly, glancing over at you with an unrecognizable look.

“And whose fault is it that she’s dead in your universes?” Mark jabbed making you wince immediately seeing how that triggered those around him. Shooting your hand out you made a box around Mark as a variant tried swinging behind him, keeping him safe for only a moment before you got grabbed by another.

Wincing in pain as the variant threw you onto the street you stumbled up steadying your footing. This time it was a variant with Mark’s old suit with no goggles. “You seem weaker in this universe.” He pointed out as he threw a punch to your gut making you stumble back. This variant doesn’t seem so keen on simply kissing you.

“Don’t be so sure of that.” Without him realizing you made a puddle of blood beneath him grabbing onto him piercing his body as best you could. Instead of pained yells you’re used to he let out a maniacal laugh grinning at you gleefully. “This was the Y/N I missed!” Getting out of the piercing blood he flew at you throwing a punch you were barely able to tank as you tried to harden the blood around your body. “You can’t believe how boring it’s been without you!” Even with an excited tone you hear the loneliness laced with it refusing to believe you’re really dead in every universe of theirs.

“Is this how you treated your version of me?” You sneered throwing a jab at his jaw as he massaged it. “Yeah I always enjoyed how you hit me. But I know you can hit harder.” He teased flying towards you throwing you onto the ground once again. You refuse to believe you sparred with this fucker. He’s in another level.

“And I always enjoyed what we did after.” He had your arms pinned over your head as you tried wiggling out, he was practically straddling you. With a teasing smile his hand ghosted your skin under your shirt making you gasp as his hand gripped onto the blooming bruise decorating your body.

“The pleasure mixed with pain was our favorite thing.” His forehead softly touched yours reflecting a love sick smile only fit for a masochist like him. “Do you want me to show you what you’ve been missing?” Not letting you answer he bit into your neck making you buck your hips trying to get away from him feeling your body heat up at his words.

“You had her for enough.” Before you can process what’s happening the Mark ontop of you got flung back as another pair of hands held you. “Dammit!” Your eyes were shut tight as you felt the air rush past you in a way you’ve never experienced. Mark has always made special care to fly you around with a sensitivity to your more normal body than his. But this variant didn’t care as you gripped onto him tighter fearing for your life. You can hear his body let out a rumble similar to a chuckle you can barely acknowledge.

You barely gather your surroundings as you were thrown onto a bed. Scrambling to sit up you back met the bed-frame seeing the variant floating in-front of you. Stalking your movements, enjoying every second he has with you. And he plans on enjoying every future second with you.

[jjsloverre]

best kept secret - jm

in which… jj is secretly dating pope’s sister, thinking he could keep it on the low; it showed to be harder than expected.

contains… angst, arguing, smut, unprotected p in v, getting caught, happy ending etc etc (not really proofread)

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“fuck baby keep goin…” jj moaned as you bounced on his cock. he put his hand over your mouth to keep you from moaning out. “sh-shh ma, gotta keep you quit before your brother hears you… you don’t want pope to hear you moaning my name do you now?” he taunted as he put a smack to your ass.

“this ass is so fuckin’ fat baby.. shit i’m not gonna last long like this…” with a few more thrusts, jj pulled out of you, releasing his sticky cum all over your stomach. “i-i love you.” you whispered to him.

jj paused for a moment, realizing what you just said to him. “y-you love me? already? i mean it’s not a bad thing… i mean i like you so fuckin’ much don’t doubt that, just don’t know if i love you yet…” he stammered, the embarrassment filling the quiet stuffy room. “no i get it, i said it pretty fast huh?” you tried to play off the pained look in your eyes. “sorry jayj.. just forget about it!”

he immediately sensed how embarrassed you felt about the confession. without hesitation, he cuddled you into his arms. “don’t feel embarrassed sweet girl… i love how confident you are in telling how you feel, just like your brother a bit huh? don’t feel embarrassed ok? saying those words to me… mean the absolute world and i’m so happy you feel that way.”

there were footsteps at the door suddenly. then… you heard your brothers voice. “y/n? hey where are you? and have you seen jj?” he shouted. “fuck… i was supposed to meet them a while ago, i wish i could take care of you baby i’m sorry, ima make it up tho, promise.” jj whispered and quickly got up to hide in the bathroom.

“i’m in here!” you yelled back. quickly getting some clothes on you opened the door. “you look like shit! anyway we’re all meeting at the beach so are you coming?”

“yeah i am, let me just fix myself up since i somehow look like shit asshole.”

pope laughed and exited the room. jj emerged from the bathroom as you closed the door. “see you at the beach” giving you a few pecks to your lips and rushed out.

that boy was something else.

★

the beach wasn’t a great idea for jj, not by a long shot. looking at you, in that beautiful bikini, he secretly bought you that green one just so you both could match and damn did he do a good job.

a few surfs later and suggestive looks, jj had enough. when pope wasn’t looking, he took your hand. “baby i missed you.. i can’t fuckin’ take it…” he starts a trail of kisses to your neck. “jj my brother is right there!”

“then you just gotta bend over and take it quietly don’t you hm?” he takes you to the twinkie and immediately yanks your bottoms off and bends you over. “just gotta stay quiet, m’kay baby?” with that, he pulled his swim trunks down, revealing his hard, leaking cock. pumping it a few times he starts to push toward in your tight heat. “oh fuck oh fuck baby shit… just like that… cmon bounce that ass on me.”

“it’s so good baby!” you moaned, jj clamped his hand over your mouth. “m-ma shhh they’re gonna hear you.”

jj started to thrust his hips faster chasing his orgasm. he slipped a hand between your thighs and rubbed your puffy clit. with a cry of his name, you came hard on his cock. and before you knew it, your brother was right there; fuming. “what the fuck are you two doing?!”

“fuck… couldn’t even get my nut off…” he gently pulls out of you, careful not to hurt you. he grabbed his shirt and wrapped it around your bare bottom. “look pope just calm down and-”

“shut the fuck up! y/n. take a walk, now.”

“what why? why can’t i stay-”

pope interrupted again. “take a fucking walk.” you fell silent and began to walk away. before you went, jj gave you a quick kiss. “i’ll take the fall ok? you get questioned, don’t say shit, see you soon beautiful.” when you walked away pope looked at jj with full hatred.

“my fucking sister? you’ve actually lost your damn mind jj? end it now.” jj shook his head vehemently. “fuck no! she’s my girlfriend!” pope scoffed. “girlfriend my ass. for how long? we both know once you get bored you’ll just dump her and you won’t do my sister like that!”

“where’s the faith in your best fucking friend! we’ve been dating for like a year and i’ve been treating her with so much love and respect! i love that girl pope! i love your sister… i-i love y/n, if you can’t except that then i don’t know fuck you but…” he paused for just a moment to choose his next words. “don’t go off on her, just tryna show her happiness, and from the looks of it i’m doin’ a damn good job.”

pope stayed silent for a long time, then spoke. “end it.” then walked away. “fuck…” jj muttered. he’d hope pope would understand but that clearly wasn’t the case. he wanted to have a real and public relationship with you, loving you out loud and not in secret.

“is it bad?” you walked up to him and wrapped your arms around his waist. “nah baby, i got it under control. wanna go to the chateau for a bit? wanna talk to you.”

“he told you to break up with me didn’t he?”

“well yeah, don’t mean ima do it. i love you girl you know that.” oh shit. he realized he finally said those three words to you. “you meant that?” you asked him. he shrugged. “fuck it, yeah i did. i meant to tell you in a better way, was tryna get popes blessing before the words came out but looks like it was a different plan for us huh?”

“i guess so, i love you too!”

★

a week has passed since pope caught you and jj. he was more than the word angry, popping in on the both of you, making you distance yourself from jj, the overprotective brother kicking in. one day, jj snuck through your window. “ma… i can’t do this anymore…”

your heart broke into a million pieces. your brother had caused your boyfriend to finally see that his antics were too much. you were about to cry until he spoke again. “can i sleep with you tonight? i can’t stand not being under you 24/7, i miss you so much baby; so damn much i need you.”

“you made me think you were gonna leave me!” you spat.

“and what makes you think i’d leave you over what pope says or thinks? i don’t listen to anyone, why would i listen to him about who i decide to give my love to? and occasionally make love to.”

“you admit you make love to me huh?” he laughs. “ma you know that’s the only thing i do.”

after 30 minutes of laughing and catching up, pope walks in. “why the fuck are you here jj!” this time you spoke up. “pope stop it, he’s my boyfriend and he’s been my boyfriend and he’s gonna stay like that, he hasn’t hurt me, he’s a sweet guy and i love him… please support me in this one thing?”

a moment of silence passes by and pope finally spoke. “fine.” then he leaves.

“you are a work of art baby, i love you.”

“i love you more.” you replied and sealed your love with a kiss.

your brother finally accepted your relationship, you’re officially happy.

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a/n: this one is a long oneeeee! but i love love! so chris fic tomorrow?

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[moldycheezeit]

Prologue

Before You read I'm letting you know again this is the first time I've ever written fan fiction so if it sucks I'm sorry. :(  This does have swearing and mentions of death and blood. Also I think I'm just going to make batsis just a mix of Nami and Uraraka b/c idk how to incorporate Mitsuri into her. And if you watch mha or one piece I'm sorry if I don't make batsis accurate to both characters, even though I've watched both shows I feel like I'll mess it up somehow.

By the time you were born Bruce Wayne and his wife, your mother, had adopted Richard Grayson also known as the first robin or Dick. Your mother was heavily pregnant at the time and about to pop. But when the birth happened about a month later something went wrong, she lost too much blood and did make it. Overcome with grief Bruce nor Dick could look at you, because they couldn’t see a daughter/sister all they would see was the thing that killed somebody whom they loved. 

This caused Alfred to be the one who had named you because no one else would, so Alfred picked the name (y/n). He can remember how much your mom loved the name. But let's interrupt the sadness if you had to talk about your run in with your so called “family” it would be like this…

Dick would talk to you but it’s not like he enjoyed or wanted to so he made excuse after excuse to get out of talking with you. Like how he’d said “ I’m sorry (y/n) but Damian asked me to help him study you know how it is.” you knew he really meant training with Damian. another lie he'd say was “oh I’m busy at the moment i'll catch you next time.” which was never.

Jason was a great brother. keyword was, when he first joined he loved to hang out with you even if you couldn’t do much because you were a toddler. When he died no one told you well Alfred tried to explain that Jason would never come back but all it did was confuse you and made you start looking all around the manor for him hoping he would appear. When he did return you were 10 and wow was he an ass. When you tried to talk or bond with him like you used to he’d yell things like “go the fuck away” or “stop being such a whiny princess” God that man got irritated easily.

Tim, well you didn’t really talk to him. I mean you tried to, he seemed to like similar things to you, like building and inventing gadgets. But all he did when you tried to talk to him was just look at you with disgust in his eyes. Well screw him too. 

Now Damian what to say about this demon you're related to. The first time you met him was when you were 16, you were 2 years older than him. And kinda excited to meet someone other than Bruce you're related to by blood. God how blind you were. Damian had walked into the library while trying to find his way around the Wayne manor.

“Oh hello I’m (y/n) you must be Damian, Alfred had said you were to arrive some time today.” you had happily said to him. But he took one look at you and had the impression of who you were. “Tch.” Was all that was said but you knew instantly he thought you were some weak defenseless bimbo.

Bruce, god how you hate being related to this man. As you could tell he practically seemed to blame you for your mothers death. Like how is it your fault, you couldn't control if she was going to live or die. Anyways the man seemed to not care for what you do and where you are. The media doesn't even know about you so why bother acting like he cares. But why do you care about what he thinks you can practically have done everything on your own. Some father he is.

Lastly Alfred. He's the man that practically raised you. He was there for you when you were younger but the older you got the more you pulled away from him. You love him but anytime you bad mouth any of you “family” he instantly defends them.  You also have to remember he serves the whole family, not just you.

YIPPIE I FINALLY FINISHED IT (≧∇≦) hopefully you guys liked it. Well thats it for rn buy :)

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[thjsrots]

princess reader x thief vi drabble

; warnings: riding (tribbing?), top!vi x sub!reader, biting, drool, hate fucking but not really, forbidden sex

As the future ruler of Piltover, you had many responsibilities. Helping keep the people safe, making harsh decisions, and putting on your best face for everyone were some of the few that mattered most. As time consuming and stressful the position was, one could only take on so much at a time without some kind of… relief.

Sure, masturbating did it for you most of the time, but it never quite reached that itch that still buzzed at you after you finished. No matter what you tried; your fingers, toys, pillows, there was always that spot you just couldn’t pleasure enough. You craved something more, something real, someone real. Not just anyone—

Violet Lanes.

She was a cold hard thief, wanted by your parents, who put a hefty bounty over her. Your citizens tore their own heads off, running around like crazed chickens trying to find her and get the reward. But Vi was smart, she knew her way around Piltover, and knew her way around you. While everyone searched high and low for her, she was right above their heads in your room, gripping onto your ass as you shamelessly rut into her cunt. The room was heavy with the squelching noises of mixed wetness, pants, moans, and the smell of forbidden sex. She laid there, working her hips against your drippy cunt as you rode her. She had a smirk on her stupid, hot face, looking oh so proud of herself.

“Geez, Princess. You’re quite greedy, aren’t you?” Vi said in between pants, guiding your thrusts with her hands, making sure she rubbed against just the right spot, making your breath hitch.

You could tell she was doing it on purpose, trying to break down your barriers. Your eyebrows furrowed, fighting the pleasure as best as you could to show disdain, teeth gritting before you spoke. “What—Mmh! Whatever… do you mean?” Your bud was constantly rubbing against hers, eyes rolling back as your hands gripped onto her breasts.

“Well, think of all those poor citizens out there looking for me right now. Ripping their hair out with frustration, and I’m right here, letting their precious Princess ride me. And your parents, Gods don’t even get me started on—”

You cut off her taunting by crashing your lips into hers, sliding your tongue in her mouth as you savored her saliva, making her groan in the process. You pulled away, string stuck between yours and her lips, feeling a warmness spread throughout your lower stomach. “Vi, shut up… S’close…!”

She scoffed, opening her legs up more so you could grind against her whole cunt, your clit smothered with her juices. Your back arched, moans growing louder until she reached over and stuffed her fingers in your mouth. “Actually, I think it’s you who needs to shut up.” Your tongue swirled around her salty digits, sucking on them as your orgasm crept up on you. Vi’s egotistical eyes were fixed on nothing but you, completely eating up the fact that you were naked and vulnerable. She probably felt like she one upped the system, but for some reason, that thought made you even closer. The friction between the two of you was indescribable, unbearable, better than any gourmet meal or anything money could buy. This is what your body so badly needed, what it was craving. It craved the worst person in Piltover, the one that could fuck up your whole royal life if anyone found out.

This orgasm wasn’t like the ones you’d had during your alone time, this one rode out. You felt it at your thighs at first, a tingle that quickly turned into bursting jolts all throughout your body. You stiffened up, drooling and biting on her fingers, damn near drawing blood as you came all over her cunt. You didn’t care how pathetic you looked to her in that moment, you were drunk off nothing but Violet. She reached hers soon after, throwing her head back as she felt your hole dripping cum along her sensitive clit. You threw your body on her, sweaty skin touching, panting as her arms wrapped around you. Your body tensed up, scoffing at her touch, looking up at her face that had a grin plastered on it. You scoffed and glared. “You know, I truly hate you.”

She laughed, poking your nose, making you scrunch it up. You pulled away, sitting up and crossing your arms, staring at the naked, stupidly sexy woman laying in your satin sheets. “You sure about that, Princess?”

should i write more? 🤨

[jksmilkshake]

Something Blue - Jeon Jungkook

pairing - jeon jungkook x (f) reader

genre - exes, angst

summary - jungkook always finds himself making the utmost stupid decisions, which leads him to the end of his relationship with y/n. he now finds himself in another stupid situation because of his poor decisions

word count - 828

warnings - mention of death, angst

notes - this is my first post on tumblr! so nervous, but really hope you all enjoy, sorry that it's so short 😫🙏

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the idiot that is jeon jungkook, somehow, always manages to make the most foolish, irrational, ridiculous choices ever. and yet again, he manages to make fool of himself. standing in the bridal room of his ex-girlfriend, who is about to get married, to his best friend. how idiotic of him.

she stood before a floor length mirror, smoothing out her wedding dress. it was the dress of her dreams. it was a beautiful statin dress, the top half hugging her figure as the bottom half flowed out. the off the shoulder straps only accentuating her collarbone. she tried not to pay him a piece of mind, even if it really did kill her inside. she so desperately wanted to gasp and run into his arms, telling him how much she had missed him all these years. but no, she couldn’t do that to herself, not after he left. if she had any ounce of self respect left, she simply wouldn’t do such a thing.

‘you look beautiful y/n.’ , just like i remember, he wants to add, but bites his tongue as he sees the reluctance to converse all smeared across y/n’s face. Jungkook stuffed his hands in the pockets of his trousers, leaning against the door frame. clearing his throat slightly, he mutters ‘i’m sorry,’ , y/n’s back straightens, her neck slightly craning towards him. barely looking over her shoulder, this was the first time she had gave him even a glance in 3 years.

‘you’re sorry?’ , her voice comes out quieter than she had anticipated, disbelief lacing her words. ‘you’re sorry!’ , she exclaimed, much louder than before, her words coming across harsher, as jungkook looked down for a moment. ‘you left me, for 3 years! you left without saying a damn word and now, on my wedding day, you decide to walk right up here and say you’re sorry!’ , her words were like gunshots, firing so so quickly. she paced around the room, pointing fingers at jungkook. he sighed softly looking up at her, kicking himself off of the doorframe, his hands out in-front of him, attempting to show he meant well. ‘i-i know, leaving you was probably the worst decision i ever made-‘ ‘then why did you leave?’

silence.

pure and utter silence. not the silence that they used to find comforting way back when, the type of silence that you could simply just sit in without being awkward, no no, the type of silence that only occurs when a person knows they fucked up.

she let out a scoff, ‘if you can’t even explain yourself, why are you even here!’ , her frustration was becoming more and more evident, tears were starting to build her in her eyes. ‘you made me feel like an absolute idiot waiting for you. taehyung was the only person that was there for me.’ , hearing taehyung’s name only added fuel to the fire. jungkook eventually found out about taehyung and y/n, only 3 years too late, as now, jungkook was at their wedding venue, 20 minutes before his best friend and ex-girlfriend were about to get married.

‘either face the fact that you were too afraid of being in a relationship with me or just leave!’ , she said, making it very clear to him, before waking over to the vanity. she sat down by the vanity, reaching over for a powder puff.

jungkook let out a sigh, he knew he was in the wrong, he just didn’t know how to say it and apologise, he was barely able to get himself up and look at her. he took out a small tiffany and co box, placing it down on her vanity, without saying a word.

‘i truly am sorry y/n.’ , he walked back over to the door, taking one final look at her. not a short glance, but a full long look. her sitting by the vanity, gently holding up the box, wearing the wedding dress of her dreams. this is how he was going to remember her. he stepped out of the room, leaving her alone with the simple box in her hands. after hearing the click of the door closing, she hesitated for a moment deciding whether to open the box or not. with a deep breath she slowly opened the box, only to see a blue sapphire ring. a ring that she had always spoken about during their time together. her something blue. something blue was always described to be represented as love and purity. something blue.

he stepped out of the room, closing the door slowly, his hand still on the handle. a sigh escaped his mouth, pressing his forehead against the door. he didn’t have the heart to tell her he was slowly but surely dying, he didn’t have the heart to let her see him suffer. he simply didn’t have the heart to let her out of the dark.

yet another ridiculous decision. how idiotic of him.

[ladykailitha]

You're a Dream to Me Part 5

Hey, guys! Welcome back! I just finished this story yesterday and I'm a super excited for you all to see where it goes!

In this we have the reveal and how each of them deal with the news. Also Dustin's reaction is a bit backward, but in all fairness he wasn't full awake yet.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

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Steve was somewhere he hadn’t been in these dreams before. He was standing in the wings of a major stadium watching his soulmate play.

His long curly hair flew about his hair as he headbanged to the song the band was playing. His fingers that held those rings danced along the frets. He was long and lean, his legs clad in tight leather pants, bullet belt on the slutty waist, feet shoved into combat boots. He wore crop top, sleeves cut out, showing the tattoos that dotted his skin.

Then he looked over at Steve and smiled. And Steve’s heart stopped. He recognized those deep brown eyes and dimples. He had seen them staring up at him from magazines and album covers for years.

Eddie Munson.

Holy shit. He giggled excitedly. He couldn’t believe it. His soulmate was Eddie Munson. Dustin had been right, the little butthead.

Then Eddie swept off stage and picked Steve up by the waist, swinging him around, kissing deeply. It was all Steve could do not laugh out loud at the sheer joy of it.

“Hey-ya, sweetheart,” Eddie murmured. “I missed you.” He kissed Steve again fiercely and Steve let him take over every inch of him. His hands slid down Steve’s body and his eyelids fluttered shut, biting back the moan that tried to claw out of his throat.

“I’ve been waiting for you, rockstar,” he murmured back. “For so long.”

~

Steve woke up with a gasp. He scrambled for his phone and the clock read 6:57am, three minutes before his alarm was supposed to go off. He flopped back on the pillows with a huff of annoyance. He wanted to go back to sleep to get back to his dream, but there was no chance of that.

But he had to go to work like a schmuck instead of being a literal fucking rockstar. Holy shit. He couldn’t believe it. Eddie Munson really was his soulmate. Wasn’t that a kick in the head? Like of the billions of people on the planet he would get the lead singer and guitarist of the biggest metal band in the world.

But also someone from his high school.

Suddenly the reason for his soulmate not being ready made sense. If he had been concentrating on his music until now, he probably hadn’t felt like he needed a soulmate. Not when he was on top of the world.

Steve still wondered what changed, but decided to take Robin’s advice and leave it alone. It would do no good to pick at that. Not unless Eddie wanted to tell him.

His alarm went off and he got up. He did his morning routine on autopilot as he looked up other tour dates. Yes, he was seeing the band at the Hideout, but he wanted to see if there were other, sooner days he could meet Eddie.

He called Robin when it was safe to do so, having learned his lesson from his first clear soulmate dream.

“Holy shit!” she cried when he told her. “That’s freaking epic. No ordinary soulmate for Steve Harrington. A mega rockstar worth millions. Only the best for my bestest friend and platonic soulmate.”

Steve blushed. “Thanks, Bobbie. I appreciate that. So I was wondering if you wanted to see them in concert before they came to Hawkins?”

“As in a vain attempt to get him to notice you and make eye contact?” she said with a note of amusement in her voice.

He chewed on his thumbnail and then blurted out. “Well it’s not like I can call up his management or agent and say ‘hey I’m his soulmate, and not just some rando creep’. Anyone with a half a brain is going to laugh me off the phone.”

“Oof,” Robin said with a grimace. “Yeah. I bet they get hundreds of calls a day of people claiming that shit. I’m sorry, Steve. Yes, I will absolutely help you stalk your soulmate in Indy.”

Steve huffed out a laugh. “Thanks. You’re the best.”

“I know,” she murmured back. “I’ll see you later and then we can plan a dramatic storming of the stage, okay?”

Steve agreed and then said goodbye, hanging up the phone. His next person he needed to tell was just down the hall.

Claudia had been upset that Dustin had decided to stay and see the concert. Even with Steve telling her it was the chance of a lifetime and that missing school for one week wouldn’t destroy his chances at a good career, it was decided it would be better for all if Dustin stayed with Steve during that week. Dustin still went home for dinner, but it was clear Claudia had thought the decision foolish.

Steve knocked on the door to the second bedroom. Back when Steve first got the place it was Robin’s room, but after she moved out with her soulmate it got turned in a guest room.

Dustin made some grunting noises that Steve took as permission to come in. He hopped on the bed, making Dustin bounce.

“Dude,” Dustin said rubbing his eyes. “What do you call this time?” He sat up to see Steve grinning at him.

“I know who my soulmate is,” Steve said sing-song, bouncing the bed again. “And you’re never going to believe who it is.”

“I refuse to be woken up for anyone less then Eddie Munson,” Dustin said, turning over to roll back to sleep.

Steve bounced on the bed again, his grin stretched out over his features taking up his entire face. “Wakey, wakey, Dusty!”

Dustin lay on his pillow for a moment until his still sleeping brain caught up to what Steve was insinuating. He shot up and Steve threw himself back to avoid getting smacked in the face. But he smirked when Dustin finally looked at him.

“There is no way!” he cried. “The odds would be astronomical that you would get a famous person. I know because I fucking checked!”

“Wow,” Steve said in genuine surprise. “Dustin Henderson talking about the odds instead of crowing that he was right. This is a momentous occasion indeed.”

Dustin folded his arms and pouted. “I hate that Robin got you that word a day calendar. You’ve gotten super verbose.”

Steve cackled. “I think it’s fantastic. But now I can ask him where he gets his rings so you can get replicas made...”

Dustin lit up. “Oh my God! All the things that I could ask him about his music and how he writes and if he still does D&D! This is totally wicked!”

Steve just grinned at him. “I’m so excited that he’s finally ready to meet me. Robin and I are going to try and get tickets to the Indy show, too. See if I can’t like try and make eye contact via the signing line.”

“Yeah,” Dustin said with a nod. “I am totally on board with that. Like I don’t have the money to go see them with you, but like imagine being backstage at The Hideout because you’re soulmates with the frontman of the band.”

Steve looked at his watch. “I’ve to open the shop in an hour, so I’ve got to get going.” He ruffled Dustin’s hair. “But I just wanted to tell you before I went to work.”

“You called Robin first, didn’t you?” Dustin asked dryly. “Like I’m currently staying at your place and she was still the first to know.”

“She is my best friend, Dustin,” he said gently, getting to his feet. “And when anything happens she’s my first call. I had just woken up and called her as soon as I could. You don’t usually stay here while you’re in town. This is a very special circumstances.”

Dustin rolled his eyes and huffed, “Yeah, yeah. Can I go back to sleep now?”

“Sure, bud.”

Steve got his breakfast on the go and practically skipped down the stairs to his car. He paused at the bottom step and looked up at his old apartment. Maybe it was time to move out and get a place that was all his own.

He had been living in the past for so long, he had almost forgotten how to live. Now that he knew who his soulmate was, it was like the universe had given him permission to move on and he felt lighter than he had in years.

He skipped to his car and whistled happily to the music in the car all the way to work. He put on the latest Corroded Coffin album for the speakers at work and got down to opening the store.

He even got to have a nice chuckle at some Karen opening the door to the bookstore and immediately closing it again when she heard the music. She never did come back, much Steve’s unbridled glee.

By the time Robin got into work, Steve was halfway through putting up a display of Corroded Coffin merchandise on the main table.

“Sap!” Robin said, skidding to a stop. “You are going to be absolutely disgusting with your soulmate, I can already tell. Like Gomez and Mortica levels of unhinged devotion.”

Steve looked up at her, his whole countenance positively beaming. “Do you really think so? Gosh. If we were even a tenth that level, I think I would be pretty happy.”

The teasing grin fell off Robin’s face and was replaced by a fond smile. She knew that Steve had been waiting a long time for his soulmate and had about given up hope that they would meet while they still had time to build a relationship. But now?

He was like a puppy who had been adopted to a loving home for the first time and still couldn’t believe its luck.

“I’m happy for you, dingus.”

~

Eddie woke up feeling annoyed. He had been dreaming about Harrington for years but recently the dreams had gone from steamy and sexy to lovey-dovey and pure unadulterated sap. What the honest fuck was up with that? He was supposed to be getting soulmate dreams not whatever the hell this was with Harrington.

He swung his legs off the bed and sat up. He scrubbed his face and stood up. He got halfway to the bathroom when he came to a sudden stop.

He looked back at the bed for a moment.

One of the most common aspects of soulmate dreams was the clarity in which you could remember them. Like with other dreams, you might remember them or maybe bits and pieces, but often once you woke up they vanished like fog before the morning sun.

But lately he had could recall each dream with startling accuracy. Like he could remember the way Steve nuzzled into his neck, the constellations they looked at, and most importantly, the song he was playing in his last dream.

But there was no way right?

Steve Harrington must be on his way to the six kids and the white picket fence by now, right? There is no way that ladies’ man, sex on legs wouldn’t have gotten his soulmate by now. That the universe would be that fucking cruel not to give the guy the best soulmate the world had to offer as soon as possible, instead of some asshole who was prejudiced against anyone who didn’t match his own aesthetics.

Yeah, yeah. He was over that now. But how long had Steve had to wait for him if he was right? Was it weeks or months? Because if it was years...

He stomach seemed to hollow out and he felt a swooshing feeling from his head to his toes.

Steve Harrington was his soulmate?

There could be no other answer.

He dropped to a crouch and put his head between his legs as he fought regain equilibrium. Once he felt like he could stand, he got up and grabbed his phone.

“Hey, Chris,” he muttered, biting his thumb nail. “You’re never gonna believe this.”

~

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[buckleyflower]

I won’t talk about it any further but this is bothering me so I wanna say it.

Some people are saying that they think Eddie doesn’t give a damn about moving and leaving Buck behind and I personally think that that’s crazy. Like are-we-watching-the-same-show? kinda crazy.

Do you remember that Eddie Diaz joined a literal fight club because he couldn’t talk to Buck? Or, if you don’t wanna make it about Buck, you do remember that then we can say that he was struggling to process his wife asking for a divorce and then dying and instead of working around the whole thing (maybe, you know, going to therapy) he started street fighting, right? And it’s the same Eddie Diaz who was fucking terrified (rightfully so) of becoming a father so instead of accepting his feelings about that, he ran to fucking war? It’s the same Eddie Diaz who couldn’t even look at Buck’s sleeping form when he was in a coma and the same Eddie Diaz who put the man in his goddamn will without telling him instead of going and saying ‘you know what? Your face and my son’s face were what kept me fighting in that well’.

This is Eddie I gotta step up and be the man of the house no matter my feelings Diaz. Someone who clearly didn’t wanna go back to El Paso but did so anyway when his parents threw a party for his dad.

Eddie Diaz who, in your opinion doesn’t care about leaving Buck and his life in L.A., is the same man who blew his life up because he saw a doppelgänger of his dead wife because he has never actually accepted the way he felt about said wife and the way they fell apart.

This man represses so much that eventually he explodes.

What made you think he would openly and suddenly come to terms with how much leaving Buck behind hurts him? This man has to spiral before he can wrap his head around something. And something as huge as this whole thing™️ between him and Buck is will probably take even longer than usual. And if he has to come to terms with his sexuality in the process, did you really expect he would act any different right now?

[stoneybun]

Hold Me Like a Grudge

Schlatt x Reader fluff. Inspired by Hold Me Like a Grudge by Fall Out Boy. Continuation of I've Got All This Ringing in My Ears and None on My Fingers --- The next morning, you blink slowly, coming to your senses. You huff softly, stretching your arms out and feeling your hand brush against the cold screen of your phone. The memory of Schlatt’s call hits you in the face, blinking when you realize your phone wasn’t plugged into the charger. You tap at the screen, watching as it stays black like it was taunting you, reflecting the way a little frown formed on your face. This only reminded you the world was always spinning and you can’t keep up. “Oh God fucking..” you sigh. That shouldn’t have upset you that much, but waking up to Schlatt no longer on the other end because you forgot to plug your phone in again made your stomach turn. Then again, who’s to say he wouldn’t have hung up by the morning anyway? Accepting defeat, you plug your phone in and leave it sitting on your unmade bed as you go to at least get your morning routine started. By the time you came back, your phone was now on and showed only a few notifications, but one catches your eye. A text from Schlatt. It wasn’t completely unreasonable. Sometimes he’d text out of the blue, but after last night, it made your heart lurch in your chest. Schlatt: phone die or did you come to your senses this time? You hated how he knew your habits so well. It was like he held onto each bit of information he learned about you, holding them against you like a grudge. You: funny. figured ud have found out i always make the worst decisions by now :/ Schlatt: yeah. you put the fun in dysfunction. You: sure do. i’m a full-time problem. Schlatt: at least you’re aware. You scoff, rolling your eyes at his text. But before you can even think about anything else, you’re already typing a reply. You: u keep coming back so idk what that says about u 🤷🏻 The text bubble pops up and down several times. You can practically hear the gears turning in his head as the dots taunt you, only driving your impatience thinner. Schlatt: you busy today? Weird way to change the topic. You don’t pay it much mind, deciding to push him just a bit more. You: why? Schlatt: answer the question, bitch. You: no Schlatt: figured. i’m picking you up at 10. You: i don’t get a choice???? Schlatt: don’t give me that shit. you’d say yes anyway. You: …i hate you Schlatt: no you don’t. and you aren’t saying no. You: whatever you wanna tell urself, big guy Schlatt: see you at 10, toots. You decide to leave him on read, sighing heavily after tossing your phone back onto the bed. Something about this was different, and you couldn’t figure out what it was. Sure, he’s done this before to get his fill from you (literally,) but your head was spinning, only going faster and faster. This doesn’t feel like a game anymore, especially with how he sounded like he genuinely needed you last night. Maybe, just maybe, you’d have a good night with him rather than leaving feeling like you were making a bigger mistake. Maybe you’d be able to run middle fingers through the red lights with him and not care where you end up this time. Schlatt kept to his word, pulling up in one of his adored cars and beeping the horn twice, his signature. You roll your eyes when you hear it, knowing he’ll keep going if you don’t walk out the door in the next two minutes. You pull on your shoes, opening the front door as he honks again, making you scrunch your face at him. He does it back with a smug grin, clear opposite of your scowl. The pop-up headlights on his car were up, and they catch your gaze as one goes down only to pop back up a few seconds later. Did this fucker just wink at you with his headlights? Your reaction earns a hearty laugh from Schlatt, one that makes your heart flutter. Yeah, this wasn’t your usual night with him. That only confirmed it.

“That was fuckin’ priceless,” he beamed as he got out of the car, a hand running through his hair since he wasn’t wearing a hat tonight. It lets you admire those tousled chocolate curls of his you adored. “You’re ridiculous,” you shake your head, but the small smile tugging at the corners of your mouth seems to make Schlatt’s own smile grow. His eyes held a warmth you weren’t used to seeing at that moment. “C’mon, sweetheart,” he spoke softly, brushing past you to open the passenger door for you. This part was normal, the man never let you open the car door for yourself unless you physically beat him to it. You just huff, mind still reeling as you slide into the car, Schlatt closing the door behind you and going back around to the driver’s side. The radio’s playing softly, already knowing it was the playlist he had you make on his phone. He passed it off as wanting to make fun of your music taste, but then you found him playing it any time you were in the car with him. The drive is quiet, the tension between you two nearly making it hard to breathe, but somehow comforting. Schlatt keeps a hand on your thigh like always, his other hand on the wheel as he drives. You’re staring at the window, oblivious to the fact that he’s gazing at you at every red light. Eventually, he takes a turn onto a winding side road, leading to a field shielded from the city lights. He kills the engine, and when you look up, you notice it’s the same spot you first saw him be vulnerable only to hide in his persona again. Your heart aches in the memory of that night. It was the night you realized just how hard you’d fallen for him. As you’re lost in your thoughts, Schlatt’s hand on your thigh tightens briefly, like he’s trying to pull you out of your head. “I think I’m getting tired of the part-time soulmates thing we’ve got going on,” he starts, and the only thing that keeps you from getting instantly defensive is the way his voice was lowered like he was afraid of the words he was saying. A few moments pass before he speaks up again, swallowing hard. “I can’t keep acting like I don’t care. Tried keepin’ you distant, but you..” he trailed off, his eyes meeting yours, and you felt your breath hitch when they did. You wait for him to finish, but the way his hand on your thigh trembles slightly tells you he was struggling.

“I what?” you whisper, afraid to break the moment, afraid that if you speak too loud, it’ll shatter.

“You... make me feel things I don’t know how to deal with.” His voice cracks slightly, and it’s enough to send a rush of heat to your chest. “I told myself I didn’t need anyone, that I could handle this shit alone. But... you’ve always been there, even when I didn’t deserve it. And I’m tired of pretending I don’t care. I do.”

The confession hits you like a tidal wave, your heart threatening to burst. It’s everything you’ve been afraid to hear but desperately needed. You can’t stop the smile that breaks across your face despite feeling like you’d pass out.

“You care?” you ask, half-laughing, half-crying, the disbelief clear in your voice.

His lips curl up into a sheepish smile. “Toots, I have since I saw you.”

You move closer, your hands finding their way to his collar, pulling him in. His breath catches just before your lips meet. It’s a slow, tentative kiss at first, as though neither of you is entirely sure what happens next. But it deepens, soft and sweet, like a promise you’ve both been too scared to make until now.

When you finally pull back, you rest your forehead against his, feeling the warmth of his breath against your skin. You could get used to this.

“I don’t think I can keep pretending, either,” you murmur, your voice barely a whisper.

He chuckles softly, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close. “Guess we’re both fucked then, huh?”

“Guess so,” you reply with a soft laugh, nuzzling into his chest, letting the weight of the night settle between you two, knowing that this time, it feels real. Schlatt was a diamond on the inside, you just needed to add the pressure.

( psst @sittin-n-thinkin .... )

[stinkysam]

Choi Subong “Thanos” - What girl ?

Warning : alcohol, brief drug mention, nsfw, top!reader, spit as lube, no protection, no prep, 1 hair pulling, 1 choking

Genre : smut

Synopsis : “reader gets jealous over thanos flirting or some girl flirting with him after his rap competition? at first, thanos doesn't even notice that he's jealous until he's being clingy and kind of excited about the hype he got at the competition to reader and touchy with reader whose response is just dryness. it leads to a long discussion about their complicated fwb relationship</3” - anon

Reader : male (he/you)

A/N : Bold is in English. // I somehow managed to write smut o.o idk how. Is it good tho ? Is it in character ?

Everything was going so well for Thanos. With each new episode of “Rap Battleground” he could see his fanbase grow more and more.

The finale was in a few days and he kept receiving messages of support on all platforms, people wishing him good luck for the last show.

It was great, he was finally getting the attention he deserved.

He loved being recognized in the streets by fans, taking selfies with them. And if they were good looking, why not flirt with them and see where it leads ?

That’s what he did once when you two were hanging out. You were chatting at a bar when a woman came to him.

She looked so cute, asking if he really was Thanos before asking for a photo.

He could not refuse. He gave you an excited look before turning back to her, smiling. He posed for the picture, trying to look tough as you took a sip of your beer, amused.

But you ticked a bit when he complimented her look after the photo, sounding more interested than simply polite, cockily smiling at her. You decided to brush it off, finishing your beer, asking for a second one.

She tried to make small talk, wanting to have a meaningful moment with him instead of just getting a photo. And Thanos more than indulged, completely forgetting about you, giving you time to start and finish your new beer.

As they chatted, talking about the show and the rappers he had been against, he mentioned inviting her for the finale, saying she could even come backstage to support him before his performance and after his victory.

You rolled your eyes, discreetly sighing before clenching your jaw as you felt your annoyance grow.

You shouldn’t be jealous though. You and him weren’t in a relationship. You were just friends with benefits, both strongly agreeing that no feelings should get involved into it.

But you couldn’t help it, not falling for him had turned out harder than you thought.

You tried to ignore it, telling yourself that at least you still had him in a special way.

Finally she gave him her number as he quickly entered it in his phone, promising to call her as she walked away.

Thanos turned back to you, a proud grin on his face as he patted your shoulder.

“Man, have you seen her ? Fucking stunning.”

“Oh yeah ?”

“Didn’t you see ?” He asked, eyes shining. “So pretty !” He whispers-yelled, patting your shoulder again, squeezing it

“I saw.” You replied dryly. “I’m done drinking. I’ll head back home.” You stood up as you left money to pay for the drinks.

“What ? Already ?” He stood up as well, quickly downing what remained of his beer before following you, exiting the bar.

“You don’t have to follow me.” You said, waving him off.

“Of course I do, we’re hanging out or not ? It’s not because I’m famous now that I should forget my friends.” He patted your back, smiling.

You shrugged as you kept walking, Thanos by your side. He looked at you, confused before shrugging as well. He didn’t know what had gotten into you, but it’s not like it would last, right ?

The walk back home was… special. You stayed silent while Thanos was constantly yapping, an arm around your shoulder, talking about all the fans that had approached him since the beginning of the show, even admitting having fucked a couple of them. You felt your blood boil but said nothing. You really didn’t need to hear about that.

He shook you gently as he talked excitedly, promising you your special friendship would not suffer from his fame. Even after his victory you would stay his main fuck buddy.

You rubbed your face, feeling out of it, thinking you should’ve asked for a third beer before leaving. You didn’t really wanna be sober at the moment, not wanting to imagine him with someone else.

Finally, you reached home after ten long minutes. You thought your night out would end here and that he would leave, but as soon as you unlocked the door, Thanos pushed it open and entered like it was his house. You should have guessed it, he has always been comfortable like this.

You immediately went to the fridge, opening it with a sigh, taking the strongest beer you had.

“I thought you were done drinking.” He snickered, a hand rubbing your back. You didn’t reply, walking away instead as you took a sip. Thanos looked at you, confused as to why you were so silent. You were generally so full of life and energy, you’d take any opportunity to tease and edge him, but tonight you seemed off.

You walked to the living room before flopping on the couch, nursing your drink. Thanos sat next to you, curious, not understanding why you were suddenly acting so distant.

“What’s gotten into you ?” He asked with an amused chuckle, grabbing your hand and playing with it, his fingers tracing the lines on your palm.

“Nothing.” You pulled your hand out of his grasp, shoving it in your pocket.

“Come on, don’t be a bitch. You’ve been acting so weird since we left the bar.”

“I’m tired.” You simply replied with a shrug.

“You fucking liar. Why are you not already trying to sleep if you’re so tired ? And don’t say it’s because I’m here ! Me being at your place never stopped you from going to bed to sleep.”

You said nothing, looking in front of you, taking a swig of your beer.

“Come on !” He shook your shoulder, smiling. “What’s the real reason ?”

“I think it was a bad idea.” You finally said, refusing to look at him.

“Huh ? What is ?”

“Us.”

“Huh ?” His smile dropped as eyes widened looking at you, confused. “What do you mean ?”

“The whole friends with benefits.” You replied, briefly looking back at him. “It was a dumb idea.”

“Why ? Why ? I thought you liked it ?”

“I do. I love it so much. But I can’t continue.”

“Why ? You have erectile problems ? Why the fuck can’t you continue ?” He asked, pushing you.

You let out a light chuckle.

“No. My dick works just fine. It’s more my… feelings.”

“What about your feelings ?”

You stared at him with a deadpan expression.

“Take a guess.”

He looked at you, frowning and you sighed. He could be so dense at times.

“I don’t want to know who you fucked. I don’t like seeing you flirt with other people.” You said, slightly irritated that he was still not understanding it.

“You’re… jealous ? Why ? It’s not like we’re in a relationship.”

You rubbed your face, growing more and more tired of this conversation.

“Subong.” You started, looking at him. “Why the fuck would I be jealous ? Think for a moment.”

He looked at you confused, then his eyes widened in surprise.

“You- ?” He began before stopping himself. You love him ?

“Yeah.”

You felt so embarrassed and upset, you had promised neither of you would fall for the other, and yet here you were.

Thanos said nothing for a moment.

“Why didn’t you tell me ?” He finally asked with accusatory eyes.

“Because you don’t do relationships ? Your words, not mine.” You replied as if it was obvious.

“Ah, right…” He nodded, thinking. “You still should’ve told me !” He said as he hit your shoulder.

“Why ? So you could laugh at my face ? Fuck off. You should’ve stayed with that woman at the bar, you both really seemed interested in each other.”

He scoffed, crossing his arms.

“I’m hanging out with you, I would never abandon you for a bitch.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Stop lying. I know you’d abandon all your friends for a quick fuck.”

“It’s fucking true !” He groaned. “I didn’t want to leave you alone.”

“Why ? I can handle myself just fine.”

He shrugged, looking away, refusing to give you a proper answer. Beginning to fidget with his fingers.

“Did you flirt with other men ?” He asked after a beat, sounding uncharacteristically unsure and quiet.

You looked at him with a frown, surprised by his attitude.

“I did at first. Stopped when I realized my uh, feelings.” You replied awkwardly.

He nodded, feeling uneasy. It wasn’t often that the two of you talked about your feelings, mainly trying to avoid such situations.

“I’m not keeping you hostage here. You can leave if you don’t wanna talk to me anymore.”

“No, I know. It’s just… Listen.” He started, suddenly sounding extra serious. “I didn’t know you were into me like that when we first fucked. We were both- I was fucking high and you drunk as shit, for fuck’s sake ! I didn’t know how much of it you meant. Okay ?”

“Wait, what ?” You looked at him, confused.

He stared at you, not wanting to explain himself further, waiting for it to click in your brain as you looked at one another.

And finally it seemed to click.

“You like me ?”

“…Yeah.”

“Why didn’t you tell me ?”

“Why ?! Because I said no relationship ! I couldn’t just backtrack like that ! And I didn’t know you loved me back !”

“Oh my god.” You rubbed your face, exasperated. You were both so dumb.

“I can’t just break my own rules.”

“Since when are you a rule follower ? You keep trying to break them just for the heck of it !”

“I had good reasons to follow this one ! I told you, I thought you didn’t love me !”

“Well I do love you, so you should’ve broken it so long ago !”

He stared at you, saying nothing, thinking.

“You love me ?” He finally asked.

“Why the fuck do you think we’re having this conversation ? Yes, I love you !”

He continued staring at you, the dots slowly connecting in his brain before grabbing you by the collar and pulling you into a kiss.

You didn’t reciprocate it at first, too surprised to move accordingly. When he pulled away you followed him, planting your lips back on his, blindly placing your beer on the coffee table.

Quickly the kiss grew more hungry, heated as your hands wandered. You pulled him on your lap as you both unbuckled and pushed your pants down, lips devouring one another feverishly. His hands worked quickly, roaming everywhere under your shirt as if he was in a rush, tickling your skin lightly as he caressed you before beginning to jerk the both of you.

You thrusted into his hand, growing hard quickly as the kiss became sloppier with each passing seconds, unfocused, pleasure washing over you.

He continued jerking the both of you till you were hard enough. You gave him one last kiss before pulling away to spit on your cock, coating it with saliva. Thanos moved up, eagerly lining his ass with your dick before burying your tip inside him.

He groaned at the pain as you bottomed out. He clenched his jaw, eyes closed as they rolled to the back of his head while you peppered his face with kisses, one hand rubbing his back soothingly while your other one worked his dick.

He stayed still for a few seconds, adjusting to you before beginning to move up and down, his erratic breathing hitting your face as he looked at you, eyes digging deep inside yours.

You moved closer, kissing him, moaning against his lips as you began rolling your hips, he felt so good around you. He leaned against you, his shaky breathing sounding like music to your ear before grabbing a fist full of your hair and pulling on it.

You hissed and grimaced at the stinging pain, your cock throbbing inside him. His lips trailed down, attacking your neck and collarbones. His warm tongue left a trail of saliva as he kissed and bit your skin, leaving dark marks.

You continued rolling your hips, making him occasionally stop to swallow down a moan. But his painfully hard dick could not lie, throbbing and pulsing inside your hand.

You let yourself fall to the side, now fully laying on the couch as Thanos straightened up, riding you as you continued to jerk him off, hand tightly wrapped around him, his tip appearing and disappearing inside your closed fist. Your heart was beating fast, you were absolutely mesmerized by the sight.

You thrusted upward and a surprised moan escaped his lips, his hands gripping you suddenly, closing his eyes. You had apparently touched a sensitive spot, so you continued thrusting up, trying to find that spot again to hear more of it.

He cursed weakly, grabbing your wrists, pulling them above your head, his right hand going to your throat, squeezing as he tried to keep his composure.

“Why didn’t- you say it sooner ?” He asked shakily, trying not to moan as your tip hit that sweet spot.

“I told you.” Your voice was quiet, strained, struggling to breathe as you smiled. “Your fault.”

“Fuck off ! That’s- ah- your fault. You should’ve told me a- anyway !”

You chuckled with difficulty, it sounded more like you were choking as you closed your eyes, mind becoming hazy from the lack of oxygen. He finally released you and you gasped, chest heaving.

“You- fuck off !” You said as you grabbed him by the waist, pulling him down while rolling your hips upward quickly. It seemed like the trick to rip another moan from him, your dick hitting that spot once more.

Thanos closed his eyes as you continued to fuck into him, his hands by your chest, holding himself straight as you made him bounce on you. His dick was pulsing as you wrapped once more your hand around it, beads of precum coating his tip as your fingers rubbed his length.

He tried thrusting rapidly into your hand, following your rhythm, letting out sighs and small groans as your cock hit deep inside him, a couple shaky moans escaping his lips.

You cursed, feeling so snug inside him, his ass perfectly swallowing your dick, you could stay like this forever.

You breathed loudly, unevenly, feeling close to your release. And apparently he was close too.

“Fuck- I’m gonna cum.” He said, fastening the pace as he felt like his cock was gonna burst at any moment.

“Me- too.” You replied, your fingers by his waist digging into his skin, gripping him tightly as you bucked your hips against him faster, both chasing that high.

He groaned as his eyes were closed. You felt his dick throb inside your fist, cum seeping from in between your fingers as he continued to ride you in a broken rhythm, slowing down, ass clenching around you, making you come after him, cursing under your breath as you shot your cum inside him.

You were both breathing loudly, regaining your composure. Thanos stayed on top of you, your dick still inside him as he looked at you, gears turning.

“What ?” You asked as you looked at your cum covered hand. He let out a small laugh before cursing at you as you wiped it on his shirt.

“Fuck off ! Clean yourself elsewhere !” He yelled, slapping your hand, trying to wipe the cum away from his shirt.

“That’s not mine. I'm just giving you back what’s yours.”

“Well, what’s mine is yours now ! Why are you complaining about it ?!” He said, glaring at you.

“Is that your way to say we’re a thing ?” You asked, snickering, your hands resting by his thighs, fingers gently caressing his skin.

He looked away.

“I guess.”

“That’s kinda gross. You didn’t have to cum in my hand to let me know that. Could’ve just told me. But that was kinda smooth as well. 7.5 outta 10.”

“Ah, shut- Wait, that’s kinda a high number.” He looked at you with raised eyebrows.

“Yeah that’s because the judge is biased. He loves you.” You said with a nod.

“Ah.” He nodded. “Tell him I love him too.”

“Will do.” You nodded as well. “Are we going for a second round ? Or do you plan to sit on my dick all night ?”

“I don’t know yet. Both sound good.” He smiled.

“Take your time. I don’t mind.” You replied, hands rubbing his thighs, noticing how his dick moved lightly at the touch.

[jyeoulzhu]

skill issue

summary . y/n, a streamer, gets destroyed in overwatch by karina, a top player. what starts as playful rivalry turns into something more, ending with karina soft-launching their relationship on stream.

pairing . yu jimin (karina) x male reader

note . inspired by someone's work here on tumblr i forgot their user and i can't find it anymore. also a karina oneshot.. so if you know them please tag them 😓🙏

y/n had always been the type to chill at the local comshop with his boys, grinding ranked games and talking shit like it was their second home. it was their routine, their escape from the chaos of school and whatever else life threw at them. but tonight… tonight was different.

the atmosphere was tense as y/n, mingyu, intak, and juyeon locked in their heroes on overwatch. the four of them were known in the comshop—decent players, occasional streamers on twitch, and absolute menaces when it came to voice comms. but this match? this was pure hell.

the opposing widowmaker was untouchable. every peek was met with an instant headshot. every attempt to dive her ended in death. they couldn’t even step out of spawn without getting sniped.

headshot. headshot. headshot.

“who the hell is this guy?” y/n groaned as his character dropped dead for the tenth time.

“nah, bro, this ain’t normal,” mingyu said, visibly stressed.

“i can’t even step out of spawn,” juyeon added.

the chat in their stream was going wild.

—

chat: WHO TF IS KRNXP????

chat: they’re farming y’all like npcs 💀

chat: uninstall, bro

—

y/n leaned into his mic. “yo, if you’re watching this… dm me. i just wanna talk.”

seconds later, the enemy widowmaker hit another headshot.

[krnxp] (widowmaker): stay mad.

y/n stared at his screen, jaw dropped.

“bro. she replied. she fucking replied,” y/n whispered, eyes wide with panic.

mingyu screamed. “SHE??? KRNXP IS A GIRL???”

“wait… no… don’t tell me this is—”

“karina,” juyeon said, dead serious. “top player. undefeated. literal legend.”

y/n sat there in disbelief. he’d been simping for karina for months. and now? he just got farmed by her.

“holy shit… i just got violated by my comfort streamer,” y/n whispered.

mingyu immediately grabbed his phone. “NO WAY. SHE JUST COOKED YOU ON MAIN.”

“nah, you can’t let this slide,” intak said, hyping him up.

“1v1 her,” juyeon added, completely serious.

y/n blinked. “are you guys insane? i’d get smoked.”

“exactly,” juyeon smirked. “get humbled, then bag her.”

—

the 1v1 lobby loaded.

“you nervous?” karina’s voice echoed through the comms, cool and unbothered.

y/n muted his mic and screamed into his hoodie.

“bro, she’s flirting. i’m gonna pass out,” he whispered to his friends.

y/n’s hands were literally trembling on his mouse. this wasn’t just any 1v1. this was karina. the girl who single-handedly destroyed him and had been living rent-free in his head for months.

“you good over there?” karina’s voice echoed through the comms, smooth and low.

y/n choked on air.

“me? yeah. totally fine,” he lied, already spiraling.

the match started.

three seconds in, y/n peeked. instant headshot.

he stared blankly at the killcam.

karina giggled. “cute.”

y/n’s soul officially left his body.

—

chat: LMFAOOOO

chat: HE’S FOLDED ALREADY

chat: nah bro’s in love

—

“oh my god,” y/n muttered, fully spiraling.

karina giggled. “you’re cute when you panic.”

y/n’s brain: system error.

—

after getting absolutely obliterated 20-3, y/n was done.

“you let me get three kills out of pity, huh?” he asked in defeat.

karina smirked. “maybe.”

y/n wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out.

intak threw his headset. “NAH THIS IS INSANE.”

—

after that night, karina started showing up in y/n’s streams.

“yo, why is krnxp in our game again?” mingyu asked during one match.

“nah, bro… she’s stalking you,” intak teased.

y/n? he was already in love.

—

the slow burn was real.

karina would randomly hop into y/n’s ranked games, casually carrying while y/n tried (and failed) to impress her.

“dude, why do you keep playing genji if you can’t aim?” she teased.

“i’m trying to look cool…” y/n mumbled.

—

one night, y/n was streaming when the door behind him creaked open.

“yo, who just came in?”

everyone expected it to be one of the boys.

but no.

karina casually walked into frame… wearing his hoodie.

chat exploded.

—

chat: HELLO??????

chat: WE WON. WE SOFT LAUNCHED.

chat: Y/N, YOU’RE COOKING.

—

y/n ended stream in pure panic.

“bro, you just exposed us to 10k viewers,” y/n said.

karina smirked, stealing his drink. “should’ve locked your door.”

[aro-of-argentum]

Suppression- 1

An eventual Pro!Kiribaku x Reader

WC: 5,064

Notes: The reader is in an established relationship with Kirishima, Bakugo is their roommate, Baku hasn't been sleeping and it's driving everyone up the wall, Reader has a way to help, fairly Bakugo-centric chapter. This one will probably not end up on a regular release schedule, and will instead come out as I have the inspiration to write it :)

Beta'd by: @teaspacebar

Suppression- the conscious intentional exclusion from consciousness of a thought or feeling.

“Bakugo,” you called to the man currently burning a path into your rug with his pacing.

He hadn’t slept in days, you knew that. He’d been waking you and Eijirou up in the middle of the night with his quirk, set off by nightmares and stress. Everything was bothering him; everything was overstimulating him. He was jumpy and on edge, and his usual decompression strategies like going to the gym or out running until he was ready to pass out weren’t working, he still woke up screaming in the other room, if he fell asleep at all.

“Bakugo,” you tried again, and once again went unheard. It was like you weren’t even there. “You should sit down.”

“Can’t,” he clipped.

So, he had heard you. You sighed through your nose, a sadness sitting heavily in your chest. You’d been friends with the man for years, almost as long as you’d been dating Eijirou, and you’d never seen him like this. Grumpy? Sure. Irritable? Regularly. Angry even? On occasion, though it seemed he was way better about it now than he used to be given what your boyfriend had told you about their days in high school. But this was new. He looked like he was vibrating out of his skin, like he was constantly on the verge of a panic attack, so strung up that a single misplaced word might set him off. Still, you could see the fatigue in him. His shoulders were tense, steps heavy, eyes half-lidded and bloodshot until his attention was caught, and the squinted glare took them over.

His focus was pulled by the creak in the couch as you shifted, and he noticed the pained look on your face. He nearly snarled, “What?”

You pursed your lips. “You’ve been pacing for almost an hour, you’re going to put a hole in the floor.” He scoffed and kept walking the same line he’d been tracing the entire time. He had the room to do this in his bedroom, and he knew you were home, so clearly he didn’t want to be alone. “If you would just sit down,” you reasoned, “We could watch a movie or something-”

“Don’t!” It came out of him so fast you were sure it caught him as much off guard as it did you, but he just powered through it. “If you turn on that fucking tv, I’ll put my fist through the screen!” He was yelling and showed no sign of slowing down. “It’s too damn loud! The lights- it’s too fucking much-”

“Okay,” It was almost a whisper as you rose from the couch, understanding washing over you. There were times Eijirou got into this mood, though it looked different on him; he was easier to shake out of it, more willing to ask for help before it got this bad. A rough couple of days after a hard patrol or incident was one thing, but this had been going on, and getting worse every day, for over a week. The atmosphere in the house was at a metaphorical boiling point. You approached him slowly, arms raised so he knew you came in peace. “Bakugo, please,” you started, keeping your voice soft. “Just take a breath. Talk to me. Did something happen on patrol last week?”

His eyes snapped to yours wide and wild, like he was afraid you knew something you weren’t supposed to. “Nothing happened, I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about!” His volume had lowered slightly, but his posture remained cagey and defensive.

You shook your head, knowing better than to believe his words when his behavior and body language were telling you exactly the opposite. You didn’t push it though, choosing instead to go another route. You couldn’t stand to see him this way, you wanted to fix it, or at least help him to fix it himself. “If you don’t want to talk about it, we don’t have to,” you reassured, “but please let me help you with whatever this is.” You gestured over his general person.

“Yeah? How, dumbass?” The question was sneered at you, and you frowned, but tried not to let it get under your skin given the state he was in. At least he’d stopped the pacing to face you.

“You know how my quirk works?” you asked, though you knew he was well aware. He scoffed and you took it as an affirmation. “I can help. Maybe you could get some sleep, or-”

He bared his teeth like he was getting ready for a fight. “And what? Wake up and blow you apart before I know what’s happening?”

Your brow furrowed in irritation. “You couldn’t if you tried, and you know it.” His jaw locked, and you knew you had him. Suppression as your quirk was called, was a power that allowed you to take away, or ‘suppress’ other peoples’ senses, and if you could touch them, their quirks as well. You’d used it more than once to help Eijirou get through nightmares, his fear of cutting you up with his quirk appropriately quelled by the fact you could turn off his hardening all together. Tuning out all light and background noise was also helpful in getting him to fall asleep, and sometimes your boyfriend asked for that even on nights where everything was fine. You could do that for Bakugo too, but he’d have to want you to. Your quirk could be terrifying if it was used against a person’s will; you refused to do that to your friend.

He stood frozen in front of you, tense in every muscle in his body, teeth grinding so hard together you grew concerned he’d break them. You couldn’t help but think you must look like someone trying to coax a cornered animal into a trap.

“I can help you fall asleep and make sure that even if you do wake up, you won’t be able to hurt me. Okay?” You stepped closer to him, slowly, giving him plenty of time to dodge you if he so chose. The man in front of you wasn’t a touchy-feely person, in the literal physical sense, or in the less tangible emotional sense. His tendency to keep people at an arm’s length meant that it was a privilege when he’d let you in enough to get to know him all that time ago, and you did your best never to abuse it. Now though, you evoked that privilege to let him know that there were expectations on both sides of this interaction and the one you were proposing. There was a certain level of vulnerability he’d need to have for this to work, and you wanted to communicate outright that he could trust you to handle the situation- and him- with the care he so desperately needed right now. Your decision to use his first name was deliberate. “Katsuki, please, let me help you.”

His eyes went wide, and for the first time since you’d stood up, his gaze fell from yours, shoulders deflating slightly. “Okay,” came out, barely audible, but you heard it nonetheless.

You closed more of the distance between the two of you, careful not to move too suddenly, ever aware and respectful of the fact that while he had accepted your offer of help, it did not make him any less of a live wire. You reached for his left hand where it clenched into a white-knuckled fist at his side, closing your fingers around the back of his hand, gentle, but with enough pressure to not set off further sensory issues. “Do you want to test me?” you asked cautiously.

“No,” was his abrupt answer, given as though it should have been obvious. His ability to catch an attitude, even now, was amusing, but you kept that entirely to yourself.

“Okay.” You nodded in acceptance as you pulled slightly on the man’s wrist. “Come on.”

Bakugo’s movements were stilted and stiff as he followed you, the tension in his body doing nothing to help ease the uncertainty you could see all over his face as he sat next to you on the couch. You were still holding his wrist, a contact he knew you’d need to maintain in order to keep his quirk under control should the need arise. “So do I just,” he started uneasily, leaning over slightly as though to put his head on your shoulder before righting himself.

You let go of him, putting your hand out in a motion telling him to wait as you adjusted, feeling his eyes trained on you the entire time. You piled a couple of pillows against the arm of the couch before turning to sit fully facing him with your shoulder against the back cushions of the couch. “Do you trust me?”

He squinted at you incredulously, even as exhaustion began to take over now that he’d stopped moving around. “Yeah.” It was quiet, cautious, skeptical even, but you’d take it. You knew this part was going to be just as difficult, if not more so, than getting him to let you use your quirk on him.

You leaned back slightly against the pillows, uncrossing your legs to plant the outside one firmly on the ground whilst the other slid behind him to stretch down the couch lengthwise. From your new partially reclined position, you held your hands out to him. “Here.”

Unsurprisingly, he didn’t move. Bakugo’s form stayed stock still, watching you carefully as you flexed your fingers in attempt to encourage him. You knew that under any normal circumstances, asking Bakugo Katsuki to cuddle, let alone be the little spoon, would seem insane, but it would likely help him sleep to have his body weight on his chest and a heartbeat against his ear. And you were near certain you could get him to do it, because despite everything about the man that would tell you otherwise, you knew he craved such affection. You’d seen him, on more than one occasion, staring at the way Eijirou held you, hands twitching like he wanted to be there. But it was the times you noticed him watching you hold Eijirou that he looked truly lost; a longing covering his features as his eyes traced the movement of your fingers in your boyfriend’s hair, or the drag of your nails as you scratched the redhead’s back. And Bakugo would make an offhanded comment about PDA being gross, or how he ‘lives here too,’ completely unaware he’d been caught.

“It’s okay,” you reassured with a small nod. “No one in this house is going to judge you or be upset about it.” Which was true. Eijirou was firmly in the ‘friends should be able to cuddle’ category of the argument on physical affection. The only reason he didn’t is because the only person besides you he was close enough to want to curl up with was liable to obliterate the house if he tried. “It’s just me, Katsuki.” you tried to push all of the softness you could manage into your voice, knowing just how fragile this situation was, especially since Bakugo’s silence spoke volumes to his uncertainty. “You can lay down.”

He looked like a feral cat trying to decide whether to accept food from someone’s hand; all tension and skepticism, with something close to desperation in his eyes. His jaw flexed as he battled with himself for only another moment longer before the feral cat’s hunger won out. You watched as he adjusted uncomfortably, breaking eye contact to stare at the floor in front of him. “So, what, I’m supposed to just lay on top of you?” he questioned, and you could tell he was using every remaining drop of his energy trying to put his usual snark into the inquiry.

“Pretty much,” you answered with a shrug. “And put your head on my chest right here.” You tapped the spot just to the left of your sternum to show him where to go.

He looked to where your hand was before his gaze met yours again. When you gave him a half smile, laced with both pity and victory, he scoffed. “Knock that fucking look off your face, idiot, or I’ll do it for you.”

You knew you shouldn’t piss him off, shouldn’t rile him up when you were trying so hard to get him so sleep, but the shock of your conversation seemed to have pulled him away from the breaking point he’d been about to cross, and you wanted to at least acknowledge that. “Nah, Eijirou would beat your ass if I don’t kill you first. And besides, you’re an easy target when you’re sleep deprived.” Any retort he had died in his throat and his mouth snapped shut, scowl making him seem much more himself than the shellshock from only a few minutes ago. You chuckled a little, extending the invitation again, “Would you just come over here?”

“Yeah, fine.” As menacing as he tried to sound, his exhaustion won out, and he crawled over you, stopping when his knees were between yours and his hands were on either side of your ribcage. A moment of vulnerability flashed across Bakugo’s face, and he asked, “You’re sure this is okay?”

You nodded, giving a small smile when you answered, “Yeah, you need it. Lay down.” He followed your instruction, letting his weight drop slowly to your torso, arms draped awkwardly to your sides, and you immediately felt him start to relax. You felt his shoulders squirm though, like he wasn’t quite comfortable, or didn’t know where to put his hands. “You can put your arms around me,” you offered.

There was hesitation in his slowness as Bakugo carefully threaded his arms to wrap around your waist in a hug, even after you’d already draped your arms over his back. You waited until he’d been still for a moment to ask, “Comfortable?”

“Tch.” You could almost hear the scowl on his face, but it was quiet for a moment, and then, much softer, “…yes.”

You nodded to yourself. “I’m going to start with your quirk, you shouldn’t feel any different.” You closed your eyes for a moment, flattening your palm between his shoulder blades to shut off his quirk. The concentration was easy to hold once you’d found it, your job and your home life having given you quite a bit of practice with maintaining suppression for long periods of time. “Okay, now, even if you do wake up, nothing bad is going to happen.”

“I’m still stronger than you, dumbass.” There was no real heat behind the jab, you heard insecurity beneath it instead.

“You’re not going to hurt me,” you insisted.

The relenting mumble of, “Whatever,” was all you needed to know you could continue.

“Okay, the next part is where it bothers some people- not that I think it will bother you,” you added at the end of the sentiment, doing your best to make sure he knew you weren’t condescending him. He huffed, sounding like a disgruntled bull, but made no other interruption. “I’m going to take away your sense of sight and sound, so that you won’t be bothered by the lights in the house or any noise in here or outside, which should help you fall asleep, and ideally stay asleep.” The explanation was a bit redundant, given that you knew Eijirou had explained it to him before- though in much a much more casual way- but you figured talking him through it again couldn’t hurt. “You’ll still be able to feel things though, so you’ll have an anchor, which is part of why you’re on my chest. Eiji says it helps when he can feel my heartbeat.”

“Yeah, it’s… nice, I guess.” Bakugo’s tone remained resistant, but he was always someone who communicated more through his body language than anything else, and the way that he had settled his entire weight onto you, practically melted into your hold, told you everything you needed to know.

“Are you ready?” you asked carefully.

“Sure.”

You gave the warning, “It’ll be less unnerving if you close your eyes first.” When he gave no response, you assumed that he’d followed your instruction, so you began to dull his senses. You stroked your free hand over his hair in a show of comfort, and while he didn’t say anything, Bakugo pushed his head into your hand slightly. He let out the faintest hum of approval, and simply due to the muscle memory of having Eijirou in your lap like this, you ran your fingers gently through his hair instead of over it.

He whimpered.

The shock you felt, despite your immediate decision not to acknowledge the noise, was nothing compared to the embarrassment on Bakugo’s face when he shot up and his eyes locked with yours. In the same moment he moved, you dropped the hold you had over his senses and quirk, and you stared back at him, not saying anything as your hands hovered by his ribs, careful not to touch him in case he decided he didn’t want you to anymore.

He put on a mask of anger, which you saw through but took seriously, nonetheless. “You can’t tell anyone about this ever!” he near-shouted. “Or you’re dead!”

You nodded slightly, still yet to move. That wasn’t what you’d been expecting him to yell about. You expected he’d call it off or get after you about touching him in a way he didn’t like. “I know.”

“I mean it, shit head!”

“I know.” You were careful to keep your tone even, wanting to reassure him that everything was fine, that you weren’t going to expose something that he considered a weakness; you knew him better than that. “I’m not going to.”

“Yeah, you better not.” He seemed to be losing the wind in his sails, the empty venom in his tone dying almost as quickly as it had arrived. As the adrenaline of the moment faded, Bakugo faltered above you, arms shaking just slightly, just enough for his elbow to unlock. You caught him before he could fall, hands closing the space around his ribcage to help support his weight. He closed his eyes for a moment, a pained expression covering his features, and turned his face away when he started to ask, “Could you- with the- uh…”

Your eyebrows shot up at the man’s inability to string words together, not normally one to stutter, but you caught the redness covering his ear; he was embarrassed to ask whatever it was. “Do you still want to try this?” you asked, cautious to keep your tone neutral so there would be no misinterpretation to say you were making fun of him.

Bakugo’s only response was to nod slightly, so you helped him slowly lower his weight back onto you, only letting go of him long enough to adjust your grip, this time putting both of your hands flat on his back. Once his arms were around you again, the side of his head pressed to your chest, you asked, “Ready?” He tensed like something was wrong, so you lifted your hands, “Katsuki, if this makes you that uncomfortable-”

“No, just-” he growled through the word, frustration clear in his tone, though he made no move to get off you. If anything, he squeezed tighter around your waist for a moment. “Play with my hair,” he grumbled, then added, “please?” sounding no less irritated than before.

You huffed a laugh, more than a little surprised by the ask, but happy to oblige. “Sure.”

“Then yeah, I’m ready.”

There was a moment of quiet as you watched the man heave a breath, and when he released it, you returned one hand to its place on his back while the other wormed into the hair at the back of his head, slowly working your fingers up and over on his scalp. He hummed appreciatively at the feeling and tensed again, only to relax a moment later when you gave no reaction. “Eyes closed?”

“Uh huh.”

“Goodnight, Katsuki.”

Over the next couple of minutes, you slowly suppressed his sight so there would be no shining light on the other side of his eyelids, and his hearing so the noises of the outside world would slowly fade away. His quirk was gone immediately, though you knew that would make no difference to him, and you stayed playing with his hair the whole time to help him feel at ease and hopefully relax him enough to fall asleep. It took almost no time for his breathing to even out once the only things he could sense were you and the breeze coming through the window. Once he was out, you reached for your phone, content to read until he woke up or needed something.

It was when your boyfriend got home that you realized how long you’d been sitting still.

“Hey, guys, I’m home!” The door swung shut and a moment later, you heard Eijirou call your name.

“In here!” you shouted, though without much force. When he came into view over the back of the couch, all smiles, you put the phone down and beckoned him over, careful not to jostle the man still in your lap. “Hey, lover boy,” you greeted with a wink as he entered the room. “Look what I have.”

When he got closer, Eijirou was able to look over the couch and see his best friend, still entirely asleep and snoring lightly as your fingers carded lazily through the blonde’s hair. His eyes grew wide. “Oh shit! Is he asleep?” He whispered, surprise seeping into his tone as he tried to be mindful of the noise he was making.

You, however, made no attempt to lower your volume, knowing that at most Bakugo would feel the vibrations from your chest as you spoke, nothing more. “You’re fine, baby, I’ve had him under for,” you tapped your phone to double check the time, “six and a half hours.”

“Really? Wow, I bet he’s going to feel so much better!” Eijirou had a habit of marveling at you, and now was no different as he stared like he was in awe of your power. “Any issues?” he questioned as he sat down on the coffee table, careful not to bump you or the man you held.

“None,” you admitted. “I think he’s so exhausted even his brain gave up.”

Eijirou��s hand came up to scratch the back of his head for a moment as he thought. “I’m honestly a little surprised he agreed to this.” He gestured with a tilt of his chin to the situation you currently found yourself in.

“Me too,” you agreed with a nod. “But I promised no one would ever find out, which means you can’t tell anyone either, cool?”

He tossed his hands up in surrender. “Hey, anything to get him and this house back to normal.” He stood from the coffee table, pressing a lingering but chaste kiss to your lips, then a shorter one to your forehead before walking away from where you sat, likely to go change, you figured. He kept up the conversation though, now reassured that he wouldn’t wake the other man by being too loud. “So, how’s your day been?” he asked from your bedroom.

“It’s been nice!” you realized aloud as you considered your day for the first time. “I mean, this morning was a little rough, but ever since I got him to crash, I’ve just been here, reading on my phone, and honestly? I think I kinda needed a lazy day.”

“Well, that’s great, babe! I’m glad you got to relax for a while,” he called back.

“I know it was my night to make dinner though.” Your gut twisted with guilt, though you knew what you’d done instead was more important. “I could order takeout, if you want-”

“No, honey,” he cut you off so gently as he reappeared from the bedroom, now in sweats and a tank top, hair pulled out of his face in an enormous ponytail. He pressed another kiss to the top of your head as he walked by, already heading for the kitchen. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll cook.”

A pout covered your lips as you questioned, “Are you sure? How was work?”

He laughed, “Work was as easy of a day as I could ask for. Mostly uneventful patrol followed by a meeting with Fat, and then some paperwork right at the end. Pretty chill,” he admitted with a shrug. He nodded toward where you sat on the couch. “Hey, how do we stack up as cuddle buddies?”

There was a playful mischief in his smile that made you laugh, and you felt bad for the way the movement jostled Bakugo. “Well, he’s lighter than you,” you admitted, followed by a puffed, breathy ‘ha’ you exhaled as the blonde’s grip tightened around you almost to the point of pain for a moment as he adjusted, nuzzling into your chest before he settled again, your fingers in his hair all the while. “He squeezes harder though,” you half laughed the sentiment, until you noticed the look on your boyfriend’s face. “Eiji?”

His jaw flexed and for a moment you thought he was angry until you saw the subtle soft blink and deep breath you knew all too well; he wanted something and couldn’t have it right now. “The noise…”

A single eyebrow quirked up as you looked at him, giving a dramatic scandalized gasp, all teasing in your tone when you said, “And here I thought you’d be ready to kill anybody else for getting noises out of me.” You’d meant it playfully, knowing Eijirou was protective, knowing how he felt about the idea of another man touching you, knowing he’d absolutely step in if you were ever put in a situation that called for it.

You meant nothing by the insinuation those things didn’t apply to Bakugo, which is why it shocked you so much when he said, “Anybody else, sure. Bakugo though…” his tone went up as though in question and he shrugged with a tilt of his head.

Wait. What? “I’m sorry,” you interrupted, confusion taking over your voice and your features. “What does that mean?”

“What do you think it means?” He asked in return, rather than answering, then walked into the kitchen and out of your view.

You shook your head, mouth agape in amused disbelief at his antics. “We should talk about that at some point,” you called to him.

“Whatever you want, baby-cakes.”

You listened for a moment as your boyfriend moved around the kitchen, so entirely unbothered by the last few sentences of your exchange. You didn’t notice you’d stopped playing with Bakugo’s hair until you felt a push against your unmoving hand as he squirmed, still asleep, seeking the affection. You started up again, and he settled, humming contentedly before his snoring picked up again a moment later. You shook your head at him, too. One of the loudest, grumpiest guys in the world, and here he was, wordlessly begging for affection as he slept on your chest.

You sighed, picking your phone back up and continuing to read as the sounds and smells of a cooking meal wafted through the house. You could have blocked the smell from Bakugo, but you figured there were few better ways to wake up than to the smell of something delicious. When Eijirou shouted that dinner was almost done, you began to allow Bakugo’s hearing back, slowly letting the audible world back into his awareness. He stirred, and when he inhaled long and drawn out, you let his sight fade back in so that when he opened his eyes, they would be useful to him. You kept his quirk down though, just in case, with your hand still buried in his hair.

“Bakugo,” you called softly, knowing he was waking up, and trying to pull him gently the rest of the way. “Dinner’s almost done, it’s time to eat.”

He groaned, but started to sit up, rubbing his eyes as he went, and you let your hand settle on his leg as you sat up too, just in case he needed you, but he was calm, so after a moment, you pulled it away.

“Hey,” you greeted him with a soft smile when he looked at you, eyes still half-lidded with sleep. “How do you feel.”

“Good,” he nodded through the sentiment. “Better. Tired, though.”

You chuckled slightly. “Makes sense, it’s the first uninterrupted sleep you’ve had in over a week.”

He hummed in acknowledgement, voice still all gravel.

“Eiji’s almost done with dinner, did you want to try and eat something?”

“Probably should,” he reasoned. And you nodded in agreement.

It only took a few minutes of the three of you talking together over dinner for Bakugo to get back to himself. He was tired still, sure, but far from the overstimulated, exhausted, trainwreck he’d been earlier. He and Eijirou barked at each other all through the meal, and if he occasionally threw a stray jab or insult in your direction, you were quick to return it.

After dinner was eaten and dishes were cleaned, the three of you agreed to call it an early evening- though not too early an evening by Bakugo’s standards- and went your separate ways. It was just as you were about to follow Eijirou into your bedroom, that the other man caught your wrist.

“Hey, dumbass,” he started, and waited for you to turn to face him before he continued. “Thanks, or whatever. For earlier.”

A tired, but genuine smile covered your face, and you nodded slightly. “Anytime, okay? I mean that.”

“Sure. Thanks.” He said it as though he was unsure whether to believe you, but you knew tonight was not the time to try to fight that battle.

“Goodnight, Bakugo.”

“Night,” he almost whispered when you’d turned away, wrist slipping from his grasp to join your boyfriend in your bedroom.

Even with all your observational skill, you failed to notice the way his hand stayed outstretched toward you for a few seconds too long, or the way his eyes followed your every movement until you were out of view. You missed the shame that covered his face for a moment before he turned to enter his own bedroom. Eijirou didn’t.

[oh-phoenixx]

"Wound" - Jegulus microfic - 707 words

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Regulus was not one for showing his emotions, he took pride in his ability to appear indifferent even as his whole body was screaming with something contrasting. This was the first time since he was a child that he could not hide what he was feeling. Like some gaping wound, a hole in his chest, he was bearing it clearly and with shame.

What was worse was that it had gone exactly according to plan, James had been so angry and they had broken up, which is what needed to happen so that Regulus could do what he was intending to do. But what he hadn’t expected was how, more than angry, James had been sad, had cried and begged for Regulus to say that it was some misunderstanding. Regulus had nearly given in, told him everything. But he couldn’t, not with how long he had been planning this.

“You ready?” Evan asked, voice gentle. 

“Yeah, I’m ready,” Regulus agreed, standing up.

“We don’t have to do this, Reg,” Evan reminded him.

“I have to,” Regulus mumbled. “James reacted the way he was supposed to. I can’t give up the entire plan just because I didn’t anticipate how much this would hurt.”

Together, Regulus, Evan, and Barty left for the cave. Together, they emerged, Regulus still exhausted from the Emerald Potion. Together, they found each of the Horcruxes. Together, they survived.

Unsure of what else to do, Regulus suggested they go to Sirius and Remus’s flat. If anyone was going to hear him out, it would be Sirius.

Regulus knocked hesitantly and the door opened, revealing not Sirius, but James, who eyed Regulus with so many emotions that he couldn’t decipher a single one.

“Hi,” Regulus said dumbly.

“Hi,” James said back.

Requiring no further elaboration, James let them in. The four walked to the living room, where Sirius was sitting with Remus, Peter, Marlene, and Lily. Sirius’s eyes widened at the sight of his brother and, without asking for an explanation, he lunged forward and hugged Regulus.

“A year. A fucking year,” Sirius was muttering, “without a single word.”

“I’m sorry, we couldn’t…we couldn’t tell anyone,” Regulus mumbled.

As they explained, Regulus did not look away from James for even a second. Please, please understand, please love me, I love you, I never stopped. James’s expression was indecipherable, and it all felt wrong. When they were together, James had been the emotional one, wearing his heart on his sleeve, and Regulus had been carefully apathetic. This was the exact opposite, and Regulus hated it.

“Why would you do that alone? Why wouldn’t you tell us?” Sirius asked.

“You’d try to convince me not to do it,” Regulus answered quietly. “And I wasn’t alone.”

“Yeah, fuck you, we were with him the whole time,” Barty cut in, grinning. He had not shown any sign of fear or sadness in the entire year they had taken to find all the Horcruxes.

Regulus did not say another word, not until James gestured towards the kitchen so they could have a moment alone. His throat was tight with nerves, hands trembling. James rendered him incompetent, made him foolish and childish and so, so desperate.

In the kitchen, James leaned against the counter while Regulus stood opposite him, wanting to be close and not sure if he was allowed.

“I know…I know why you didn’t tell me, okay? I- I get it,” James started, “but that doesn’t mean that I can suddenly be okay with what happened. You…you still got the mark, you still left for a year. I can’t just move on from those things.”

“I’m not asking you to,” Regulus assured quickly, then shrunk into himself a little, feeling vulnerable and exposed. “Is there…Is there no chance?”

James reached out his hand, and as Regulus took it and allowed himself to be pulled towards James, a little spark of hope warming his chest. That always was the effect James had on him. Nothing had changed, not really. Save a mark on his forearm and a few new scars, Regulus was the same person he had been. He hoped James could see that.

“Of course there’s a chance, Reg,” James whispered into Regulus’s hair. “I’ll always give you a chance.”

[lordofmelancholy]

Arcane: Silent Frontiers: Mylo and Ekko

It’s a personal thing cause I don't really like his character, but I often HC that Ekko actually doesn’t like Mylo all that much. And it shows greatly in Silent Frontiers.

The reason i don't care for Mylo too much. . . is because he reminds me too much of people I went to School with. The mean comments and everything. And the thing about the fandom is they often say that he’s just a kid and too cut him slack. Except when you get bullied a lot growing up, you learn that kids like Mylo never tend to actually ever stop on their own. They just keep going and they keep going until they FINALLY stop but usually that’s because someone makes them stop.

Growing up, Mylo always had a need to impress people, but this often manifested in the typical behavior of a older individual ragging on the smaller and weaker then you sort. Growing up this behavior was usually directed at not only Jinx but Ekko as well. But when it came to Ekko alone it was often to a much lesser extent because Little Man knows about potential jobs and scores him the occasional deal at Benzo's. However, unlike Powder, Ekko most certainly did not take as much of the jabs as Powder had done, absolutely biting back and having his own quips to Mylo way more often than Powder ever did at that age. However growing up Ekko became protective of Jinx, which means he probably also had grown up hearing what Mylo and others had to say about Jinx but because Jinx is Jinx, she’s probably also told him to just forget it and he has for her sake only. But sometimes he hears things and they make him mad

And we all know Ekko has a temper

In the weeks following Isha’s death, Ekko and Jinx had cut themselves off from everything and everyone. No one saw them. No one heard from them. And the only people who ever really knew that they were actually still alive were Benzo and Scar. They went into a period of mourning so strong that people don't see them for DAYS or even weeks. They hibernated so far from eyesight, hid so well that even the creatures in the Zone couldn’t even find them

Now in Silent Frontiers, in a effort to boost moral amongst those in the Lane Zone, the firelights, Ekko and Jinx (Mostly Ekko and Scar) took over what would have probably been the Last Drop, which in the end became like their little getaway. Because the one thing about Jinx and Ekko is that they have a LOT of "hideaway" spots scattered throughout the Lane Zone that's essentially their way of getting AWAY from people. When the social battery is drained, they're insanely good at hiding away to recharge and chill with one another.

When they don't have time for people at all, they don't let people have any of their time

When the time came and they finally did reemerge who knows how long after their period of mourning, the first place they went was to the last drop, to the VIP section in the back where the two of them could just relax and stretch their legs without anyone bothering them

After all, they had just lost their baby. They lost their world. It only made sense that they didn't want anyone else to come close when the sky itself was collapsing right on top of them whilst they try and figure out what their next move was.

But most importantly going to the last drop was simply just a way for them to enjoy each other’s company in a sense of vague normality. To try and march through the day's as if nothing had changed.

However, with normality often comes other things. And one of the major ones is the fact that if you want things to be normal, then you have to deal with certain things that are common place.

One thing such being, is that certain people can’t keep their fucking mouth shut even when everyone else around them tells them too.

When Ekko and Jinx went to the last drop, Mylo had already been there with Claggor and a few other "friends" of theirs and was already on his way on being under the table. While everyone else gave Ekko and Jinx a wide berth when they had randomly shown up one night, unable to bring themselves to bother the pair, Mylo on the other hand is antsy, loud, boisterous a down right nuisance. But Ekko and Jinx are used to that. Mylo often has even less of a filter when he’s drunk and it's nothing they haven't dealt with before, so it's easy to ignore for the time being. They've done it plenty of times before after all.

But when Ekko walks out of the VIP lounge for a second to head to the bar, it’s noticeable that Mylo is flapping his jaws in a way that obviously is turning everyone's mood sour.

And that’s when Ekko finds out why.

Because Mylo is making digs at Jinx once again, at least that’s what Ekko think's he hears. He doesn’t really hear much, all he see’s is the sour faces of everyone, the roar of music playing on a stereo system and Mylo drunkenly swaying about, making wise-cracks to anyone who would listen and it’s very obvious whatever he’s saying no one wants too hear.

Even Claggor, so often used to this behavior, seems like he's trying his best at curbing his friends antics, often throwing uneasy watchful glances at Ekko as he comes by and Ekko for a moment doesn't know why even Claggor seems so unnerved. If Mylo is making cracks at Jinx again it's nothing that Ekko probably hasn't heard already. Same if the cracks are presented against himself. And if they are then he doesn't really care at the moment what Mylo has to say.

At least that's what he thinks. If that was all Mylo had to say then he would have indeed have left it alone. Had left Mylo to stew in his juices and booze until he got tired out like he always did. After all, Ekko did never throw him out all the other times this had happened What was family for after all. . .

But then. . .Mylo says something.

Whatever it was. Whatever it is. Ekko did not know for sure at first, did not hear it clearly but the faces around them, even Claggor's suddenly looked shocked and appalled by whatever it was that Mylo had to say. And they all suddenly turned to look at Ekko when it finally registers what Mylo had said And it’s the utterance of Isha's name from slurred, alcohol tainted lips that makes the world around him dark.

He hears voices, hears his name, people calling for him, trying in vain to convince him to just calm down, to just relax, that Mylo is simply just drunk and just flapping his lips and that he shouldn't hold it against him. But Ekko had always grown up hearing that.

He’s just a kid

He doesn’t mean any harm

They're just jokes

All excuses for his behavior. Everyone giving him an easy pass to say whatever he wanted.

But Ekko doesn’t hear excuses. Not any more

All he hears is one thing

CRUNCH

and something soft collapsing under his fist.

When the world finally stops being dark, someone’s holding him up from under his arms trying to pull him back, someone else is shouting at him to stop because He’ll kill him if he doesn’t

(Ekko Stop it!)

(You idiot are you trying to kill him!)

But then the struggling is over and he calmly looks around. For a moment, he doesn't seem to understand where he is. He looks up. All the people in the bar are staring at him. They’re all quiet.

Seemingly suddenly afraid of him.

And that's when Ekko looks down at his hand, clenched in a fist. And his knuckles are bloody, the skin is torn and raw, and blurry just outside of his peripheral, he notices that Mylo’s on the floor not that far from him; the barstool he was on tipped over and his face around his cheek and nose all bloody. He's holding his face as blood blooms between his fingers, spilling in between the gaps of his hand in quick, hot drops.

The fight in Ekko stops for just a moment. He’s panting. He test wiggles his fingers. Trying to check and see if they’re broken or anything. And there’s a sting under his skin but they’re fine. Nothing seems broken. Same can’t be said about Mylo though, who while still drunk, curses sniffly at Ekko from where he lays on the floor about what the fuck is his problem. Ekko goes to hit him again, but Claggor and Scar step in between them, trying to keep the situation from escalating any further

And thats when Ekko realizes. . .that Mylo looks scared of him almost, despite the slurring and cursing and sniffling. In fact. . .everyone does. .

Everyone knew Ekko had a temper. Everyone also knew however that Ekko was protective and did his best to keep his temper in check. But they just never realized just how far he was willing to go to protect what was his.

Even if it means harming one of his own. Something he never did before.

He had never rose a hand against family. . .until now. Ekko had scared him, solely because Mylo had never expected this

excepted retaliation where there use to be none

But Ekko doesn't say anything. He doesn’t offer apologies, doesn't try to placate the situation. What he says instead is simple:

Mylo is not allowed at the bar anymore. Ekko is officially banning him from the premises. And in doing so, Ekko also states that if he ever hears either Jinx or Isha's name come out of Mylo's mouth again that he'll blind him first and deal with the consequences of doin so later.

And its a threat said so clearly. . .so icy calm despite the absolute blackout-out of body experience that Ekko just had, that it actually scares Mylo into silence for just a moment, finally forces the loud-mouth to quiet and forces him to turn his bloody face down like a scolded dog. Just long enough for Claggor to pick his idiot friend up off the floor and drag him out before Ekko could loose his temper again when Mylo tries to interject for just a second.

When things quiet down, Everyone's staring at Ekko (afraid). Wondering what he'll do now. But despite everything. Despite the blood on his knuckles dripping on to the floor, Ekkos smart under pressure, and he's quick on his feet, and states Free Drinks for the rest of the night if no one utters a word about what had just happened.

And thats enough to turn the attention else where. And when that happens Ekko is quick to spin on a heel, despite Scar calling for him and head back to the VIP lounge.

He hears Jinx's voice when he opens the door, and she's questioning him over what had just happened

But Ekko doesn't respond. . .

He instead just notices that his hands are shaking.

Jinx doesn't have to ask again. Doesn't have to do anything more beyond look at him, truly look her lover up and down. See the shake of his hands, the trembling in his shoulders. The thousand yard stare within his eyes speaking far more vividly than any word he could say, if he could say.

Jinx doesn't wait for him to respond. Doesn't have too. Her own heart aches, her own throat tightens despite the gulp she attempts to give it. There's no softness in her posture, no affectionate warmth in her pursed lips. She is as tense as he is shaking, yet her eyes are knowing and sad and they are entirely on him.

Stiff as she is, when she finally approaches, she does not ask him again. Does not attempt to say anything, to scowl at him for hitting Mylo, to soothe and coo at him to ease the shakes.

Nay, Jinx walks right on up in front of him. Looks him directly in the eye. And then wraps him in the tightest cling of a hug she can.

As they both lament quietly about their situation.

_ _ _ There's never any easy way to cope with loss. To cope well.

Losing a kid is hard enough. Losing your kid is almost impossible to take well, in any sense, in any capacity. But losing your kid the way that they did… they're doing well enough to even go near anyone. Yet how sad it is, that they finally show back up around something close to civilization, and immediately there's just the urge to go right back into the wilds. . .

_ _ _ @dreamyrainland

[biblical-chronicles]

Sibling rivalry

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where the two both take a likin' to you, but who will you choose?

(you actually get to choose, more than one thing)

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It started, as many things did, with a pint.

You’d only meant to pop into the pub for a quick drink—a quiet end to a long day. You weren’t looking for company, weren’t looking for a story to tell. But fate, and a bit of dumb luck, had other plans.

You’d just settled onto a barstool, a fresh pint in hand, when someone slid into the empty seat beside you. At first, you didn’t think much of it—just another bloke looking for a drink. But then he turned, nodded at you, and said, “Not from round ‘ere, are ya?”

You glanced up, eyebrow raising slightly. Dark hair, sharp features, an expression that hovered somewhere between amusement and boredom. He had a quiet sort of confidence, like he’d seen it all before and wasn’t in any rush to be impressed.

“I live round here,” you said, taking a sip of your drink. “Do I not look local?”

He smirked. “Nah, just don’t recognise ya. And I know everyone.”

“Everyone?”

“More or less.”

You hummed, unconvinced. “What, you the mayor or somethin’?”

That earned you a quiet chuckle. “Somethin’ like that.” He leaned against the bar, tilting his head as he studied you. “Noel.”

You introduced yourself in return, shaking the hand he offered. His grip was firm, his palm slightly rough—calloused, like someone who spent more time with a guitar than he did sitting behind a desk.

It didn’t take long to fall into easy conversation. There was something about him—dry humour, sharp wit, the kind of effortless cool that couldn’t be faked. You talked about music, about Manchester, about nothing in particular. It was the kind of conversation that flowed naturally, like two people who had known each other much longer than the twenty minutes you actually had.

And then, just as you were mid-sentence, another voice cut in.

"Oi, Noel—ain’t that bird too fit for you?"

You turned just in time to see a new figure saunter up, all swagger and mischief. He was taller than Noel, broader in the shoulders, with messy hair and a cocky grin that looked permanent. You knew who he was before he even opened his mouth again.

Liam Gallagher.

You barely had a chance to react before Noel sighed heavily, like he’d been expecting this exact interruption. "Fuck off, Liam."

Liam ignored him, plonking himself down on your other side. "Nah, serious question," he said, looking at you now, eyes twinkling with amusement. "You actually enjoyin’ talkin’ to him, or has he been borin’ you to death with some story about how he single-handedly reinvented music?"

You smirked, glancing between the two of them. "He’s been alright, actually."

Liam huffed, looking affronted. "Christ, standards are slippin’ round ‘ere."

Noel rolled his eyes. "Don’t you have someone else to bother?"

Liam ignored that too. Instead, he turned his attention fully to you, draping an arm over the back of your chair like he’d known you for years. "Right, well. If you’re lookin’ for an actual good time, you’re talkin’ to the wrong brother."

Noel scoffed. "Oh, fuck off."

"What?" Liam spread his hands. "It’s true! You’re sat here actin’ all mysterious, talkin’ in riddles, meanwhile, I’m an open book. Dead easy to talk to, me."

"You’re a gobshite, is what you are."

"And yet, people love me."

Noel shook his head, lifting his pint to his lips. "No one fuckin’ loves you, mate."

Liam turned back to you, expression dramatic. "See what I have to put up with?"

You just laughed, shaking your head. "You two always like this?"

"Absolutely," Noel muttered.

"Since birth," Liam added.

Noel shot him a look. "Well, since your birth. I was sound ‘til you showed up."

Liam grinned. "Jealous ‘cause I’m the better model?"

Noel’s eyes narrowed slightly. "Yeah, mate. That’s definitely what it is."

You were barely holding in your laughter at this point. The banter between them was so seamless, so automatic, you almost felt like an intruder just watching it unfold.

Liam must have noticed, because he turned back to you, leaning in slightly. "See, I’m just tryin’ to make sure you have a good night, but he’s makin’ it all about himself. Typical."

"Fuckin’ hell, Liam," Noel groaned.

"You are doin’ a lot of talkin’ for someone who’s meant to be the quiet, cool one," you teased.

Liam snorted, nudging your shoulder like you were already in on the joke. "See? She gets it."

Noel sighed, shaking his head—but you didn’t miss the hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. "She’s humourin’ you, mate."

"Bet she’s not."

"Bet she is."

You grinned, glancing between them. "You lot always this competitive?"

Noel lifted a shoulder. "Only when he’s losin’."

Liam scoffed. "I never lose."

"You’re losin’ now."

"Am I fuck."

The bickering continued, neither of them willing to back down. You just sat back, sipping your pint, thoroughly entertained.

You had walked into this pub alone. But somehow, between a drink and some good conversation, you’d landed yourself in the middle of a full-fledged Gallagher standoff.

“Gonna step out for a cig.” He paused, then—almost casual, almost like he wasn’t particularly arsed either way—nodded towards the door. “You comin’ or what?”

You raised a brow, setting your glass down. “You inviting me, Gallagher?”

He scoffed. “Reckon so, yeah. Unless you’re havin’ too much fun watchin’ him”—he jerked his chin toward Liam, who was now gesturing wildly about something, pint dangerously close to spilling—“chat absolute shite.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Alright, you’ve convinced me.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Nah, I think I like it here.”

...

The rest of the evening carried on much the same—Liam and Noel, constantly taking jabs at each other, each trying to outdo the other in whatever way they could. It wasn’t always obvious, but you could see it—the way Liam would shift closer when Noel spoke, the way Noel would cut in when Liam was making you laugh a little too much.

At one point, Noel offered to buy you a drink. Liam scoffed.

“Eh, don’t let him,” he said, leaning in. “Tightest fucker you’ll ever meet.”

Noel, completely unfazed, just exhaled, shaking his head. “Right, and what, you’re the generous one?”

“Absolutely.”

You just laughed, letting them bicker as you took a sip of your drink.

Later, when Noel had been dragged into a conversation with someone else, Liam nudged your knee under the table. “Gotta say, didn’t expect to have such riveting competition tonight,” he said, smirking.

“Oh?” You raised an eyebrow. “You were expecting less of a challenge?”

Liam grinned, tipping his pint towards you. “Course.”

“You’re both as bad as each other,” you said, shaking your head.

“You love it, though,” he teased.

You pretended to consider. “…Maybe.”

As the night wound down, the pub thinning out, you checked the time and sighed. “I should probably head off,” you said, standing and stretching.

Noel, who had reappeared beside you, arched an eyebrow. “What, leavin’ already?”

“Some of us have responsibilities,” you said, grinning.

Liam leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. “Tragic, that.”

You rolled your eyes, pulling out your phone. “Here,” you said, handing it to Noel first.

He smirked but took it, tapping in his number before handing it to Liam. Liam squinted at the screen before doing the same, then passed it back to you.

“There,” he said. “Now you’re stuck with us.”

You laughed, slipping your phone back into your pocket. “Lucky me.”

Noel grinned. “You are, actually.”

Liam snorted, shaking his head, but he was grinning too.

You took a step back, tucking your hands into your pockets. “Alright, lads, it’s been fun. Try not to kill each other, yeah?”

“No promises,” Noel said, lifting his pint.

You laughed again, turning for the door, feeling their eyes on you as you walked out into the night.

Back home, you flopped onto your couch, staring up at the ceiling, mind still buzzing from the night.

What the fuck was that?

It wasn’t just that they’d been fighting over you—that much was obvious. But what did it mean? Was it just some drunken game between brothers, a bit of fun for the night? Had they just seen an opportunity to wind each other up and taken it, and you’d been caught in the middle? Or had it actually been something more?

And if it was something more… what were you supposed to do about it?

You didn’t even know if you had a preference. If it had just been Noel, or just Liam, maybe you’d have a better grasp on it. But no, it had been both of them, equally persistent, equally charming in their own ways. The whole thing left you feeling unsteady, stuck in some weird limbo where you didn’t quite know how to move forward.

Not that it mattered, apparently.

A couple of days passed without a single word from either of them. No texts, no calls, nothing. And that, really, gave you the answer, didn’t it? It had just been a bit of fun at the pub, and you’d read too much into it.

Probably already been forgotten, you thought bitterly, rolling your eyes at yourself.

And then your phone buzzed.

You nearly ignored it, but when you glanced at the screen and saw the name—Noel—your stomach did a weird little flip. You scrambled to grab your phone, unlocking it with shaky fingers.

Noel: You still alive?

You blinked. What?

Noel: Got some time this evenin’?

For a second, you just stared at the screen. Then your heart lurched into your throat, and you had to physically shake yourself out of it.

Okay. Okay. Breathe.

You had not been forgotten. Not entirely, at least. And—more importantly—Liam hadn’t been the one to reach out. Just Noel. The choice had been made for you, clearly.

You: Yeah, I’m free. What’re you thinking?

Noel: I could come round yours?

Shit. Shit.

You felt another little rush of panic, followed swiftly by a wave of excitement. You hadn’t even entertained the idea that one of them would come over, but now it was happening, and you suddenly felt grossly unprepared.

You: Yeah, sounds good. I’ll text you the address.

Noel: Sound.

You let out a breath, staring at the messages for a moment before jumping to your feet. If he was coming over, your place needed to not look like a disaster zone. You spent the next hour tidying up—nothing too obvious, just enough that it looked effortlessly presentable. And, of course, you changed. Not too much, didn’t want to look like you’d tried too hard, but… a little.

By the time there was a knock at the door, you were as ready as you could be.

You took a deep breath, then pulled it open.

Noel stood there, hands in his coat pockets, a small bouquet of flowers tucked under one arm.

You blinked.

“…You brought flowers?”

He smirked, shifting them toward you. “What, can’t show up empty-handed, can I?”

You huffed a laugh, taking them from him. “Didn’t peg you for the romantic type.”

“Don’t get used to it,” he muttered, stepping inside.

The evening had settled into something easy, something comfortable.

Noel had made himself at home on your couch, legs stretched out, a drink in hand, looking for all the world like he’d been there a hundred times before. You’d thrown on a record—something older, something good—and the two of you sat back, talking shit about music, about gigs, about whatever came to mind.

It was nice. Flirty in that natural, unforced way, the kind where neither of you were really trying but it was there anyway, in the small smirks, in the teasing lilt of your words, in the way his eyes lingered when you talked.

At some point, he got up to flip the record over, and you watched him from where you sat, drink dangling from your fingers.

“You’re a proper music snob, aren’t you?” you mused.

Noel scoffed. “Me?”

“Yeah, you. If it’s not from some band that was big before I was even born, you don’t wanna hear it.”

He turned back, narrowing his eyes playfully. “It’s called havin’ taste, mate. Some of us have got it.”

You laughed, shaking your head, and he grinned, dropping back onto the couch beside you. The conversation continued, winding and effortless, and you let yourself enjoy it—just sitting there with him, the warm glow of the lamp, the quiet crackle of the record.

Then your phone buzzed.

You ignored it at first, too caught up in whatever Noel was saying. But a few minutes later, when his glass was near-empty, you took the chance to get up.

“I’ll grab us another drink,” you said, standing.

Noel just hummed in agreement, settling further into the couch as you made your way to the kitchen.

As soon as you were out of sight, you pulled out your phone.

Liam.

Liam: Oi, you free later? Was thinking of swingin’ by late evening.

Your stomach dropped.

Shit.

What were the fucking odds? A couple of days of nothing and then the moment you finally think, alright, Noel it is, Liam decides to pop back up?

You chewed your lip, staring at the message.

Alright. Two options.

Either you told Liam you were busy—simple, easy, no drama—or you somehow got Noel to leave early without making it obvious.

You hesitated, fingers hovering over the screen.

“Y’alright?”

You jumped slightly at the sound of Noel’s voice from the other room.

“Yeah!” you called back, forcing your voice to stay normal. “Just getting the drinks.”

Shoving your phone back into your pocket, you grabbed the bottles from the counter and took a deep breath.

As you walked back toward the living room, drinks in hand, you made a split-second decision.

You shifted one of the bottles to the crook of your arm, freeing up a hand to grab your phone. Fingers moving quickly, you typed out a reply.

Ah, can’t tonight. Another time?

Yeah, I'll send you the address in a bit x

...

The apartment was suffocatingly quiet. The soft hum of the fridge, the distant sound of traffic, all of it pressing in on you like a weight.

How did you even get here?

You hadn’t meant for things to get complicated. Both of them were clearly willing to try something with you, both of them offering something real, something worth exploring. And yet, the more you thought about it, the more it felt wrong.

You can’t have both.

Your chest tightened at the thought. If you chose one, the other would be hurt, and you'd be left with the awkward tension of knowing you’d led them on. You couldn’t stand the idea of breaking Noel’s heart—he was your rock, your best friend. He deserved better than to be caught up in this mess. But Liam, too, had been nothing but kind, and the pull between you two was undeniable. What if you picked Noel, but Liam felt left out? What if choosing him meant losing Noel?

What do I do?

The anxiety hit, and your breath grew shallow. Your hands shook as you scrolled through the threads of messages again, looking for some kind of sign that would make the decision easier. But there was nothing. Just the two of them, both wanting something from you. Something you weren’t sure you were ready to give.

If you choose one, you’ll lose the other.

You felt trapped, suffocated by the pressure of making the right choice. You didn’t want to hurt anyone, least of all Noel, who had always been there for you. You didn’t want to hurt Liam, who seemed so open, so genuine. But there was no way around it.

You couldn’t keep leading them both on. You couldn’t keep pretending you didn’t know what your heart really wanted.

With shaky hands, you grabbed your phone, quickly choosing

Liam's number

Noel's number

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don't know where to include notes, but I'll do it here since it's the main skeleton I guess? hopefully, it was not too messy to read?? anyhow, hope ya lot liked it, this was the reason the stories were a tad shorter lately xx

also, made a whole separate blog just to post the choices, since I didn't know how to do it so that I wouldn't a) completely spoil the endings b) spam the shit out of ya

[amethystedream]

part one — part two — part three !

𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི

it was all too intimate. the way satoru grabbed her hand, entwining their fingers together as he kissed her, hips slamming against hers in a desperate rythm. the way he’d wrap his arms around her and pepper soft kisses on her face only to disappear in the middle of the night. he was infuriating, confusing, annoying and aggravatingly addicting to utahime. she didn’t know how, or rather she couldn’t muster up the will to break this vicious cycle.

they never talked about whatever it was that was going on between them, but if there was one thing that they both knew, was that it wasn’t serious. he tried to convince himself of that, for he was starting to lose control, starting to break his own rules—his mind was quickly letting go of the past to favor the tempting present he was being faced with, and the lines were starting to get blurred.

satoru was losing his grip. it quickly stopped being enough having her every other night, what was initially an escape, a distraction, a chance to let go, had now turned into a craving, a desperate need.

he stopped disappearing at night, staying until the sunlight crept through the windows, only leaving the bed to brew some coffee to share with utahime. he’d make them both late to their respective classes, and as if that wasn’t enough, he kept buzzing around her while they were working.

to say she was confused and overwhelmed would have been an understatement. she didn’t want to believe that satoru started having actual feelings for her, she refused to feed her own delusions. she thought she knew better than to let him string her along, but deep down, she knew he was already playing with her heart like a puppet.

she kept telling herself that he was just weird, that all of this was still casual, that there was no way he felt anything other than physical attraction. she had been a rebound, after all—maybe she was starting to be a rebound in the emotional aspect too.

she was convinced that she was still just a replacement for suguru, even if it had been almost a year, even with the way he had been acting for months now, even with the sweet words he showered her with. none of it mattered when he couldn’t even give her the decency of telling her if he loved her.

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utahime was starting to avoid him. it was subtle at first, making up excuses that were innocent enough—paperwork, missions, a made up meeting with the higher ups—but she was running out of options, and by the second week the excuses were getting silly, and satoru was not buying it.

he was very much aware that something was wrong, and even though he tried not to dwell on it too much, he was growing restless. he’d usually not show up uninvited, but he just couldn’t handle it anymore. she had once again turned him away and he was losing his mind over her sudden dismissal that had been going on for far too long in his opinion.

a very tired and quite disheveled utahime opened the door, not having expected to see the white haired menace that satoru was at her door, nearly an hour past midnight. she tried not to look so surprised—and somewhat guilty, too— but satoru could see right through her.

“oh, satoru—“ she greeted, cutting herself off with a yawn, leaning against the door frame, “what are you doing here?”

he narrowed his eyes a bit, looking quite unimpressed as he crossed his arms. had he not been actually upset, it would’ve almost looked funny, “you’ve been avoiding me, utahime”

“huh? of course not, i’ve just been having a stressful week. those bastards keep piling up work on me and i haven’t even had time to do my own fucking laundry—“ she tried to sound casual, but there was an obvious tenseness in her shoulders, and if there was anyone with a good sense of sight, it was very much satoru.

“that’s bullshit, and you know it. are you mad at me? why the hell do you keep making up excuses not to see me? did i do something?” he rambled on his questions, both indignation and desperation dripping off of his voice quite clearly.

utahime chuckled, shaking her head slightly as if waving him off, “satoru, im not avoiding you. i’ve just really, really been having a busy week”

“stop lying to me, utahime. you said you were busy tonight and it doesn’t really look like it. if you don’t want to keep seeing me the least you could do is tell me, don’t you think?” he pressed, taking a step closer to her.

sighing, she ran a hand through her hair, looking at him with an unsure expression, “look, it’s not that— that i don’t want to see you, still. it’s just… i’ve just been a bit overwhelmed, is all”

“overwhelmed with what? me?” he kept pressing for her to answer him, to tell him why she was dismissing him like this, but it was starting to get on her nerves. losing a bit of her patience, she frowned as she crossed her arms and stood a bit firmer.

“actually, yeah, i am” she replied, a hint of exasperation in her voice.

“wha—why? what did i do?” he sputtered, though he was still upset with her for simply avoiding him instead of telling him what was wrong.

“well, you—you confuse the hell out of me, satoru!” she snapped. it had been way too long since this whole thing between them had started, and never once had he told her how he felt. she was tired of having to guess what he was thinking, of waiting for him to decide he wanted her, for him to tell her that he loved her, or at least that he fucking liked her, anything, “you act like you don’t care if i live or die then suddenly start showing up at my door like this, staying the night and making me breakfast—making me late to my classes, too—” an accusatory finger shoved against his chest, “always around me in any way you can yet you never fucking say what exactly we are!” her last sentence was punctuated with an exasperated throw of her hands into the air, slapping against the side of her thighs as they came down, “the most you’ve ever said about… relationship? if i can even call it that—has been right now, asking if i don’t want to see you anymore. because apparently so far we’ve only been ‘seeing each other’? is that it?”

she was nearly panting by the end of her little rant, looking at satoru with eyes that were beyond angered. breathing heavily for a few seconds, she stared at satoru, who was standing dumbfounded, his cheeks slightly flushed as he seemed speechless. this only made her scoff, shaking her head as she rubbed a hand against it.

“god, what do i even expect out of you— i… i’m tired of this, satoru. i seriously can’t take it anymore. please just—let me be, leave me alone, i don’t fucking know. goodbye”

without sparing a glance at him, she went back inside and promptly shut the door in his face, letting the tears fall freely once she was alone in her room, and leaving an equally as hurt satoru at the door.

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because one (1) person wanted it (i think) here u go!!! tbh i could’ve finished it in this part but i wanted to know if the public wants to see more…. im kidding but seriously i’ve just started this account and i don’t really get any engagement so if you’re interested in this becoming a series let me know! as always this was not very much proofread but anyways hope you like it ^^