#yea he’s talking about kai

[vialae]

would anyone like a little Gort monologue of him being hypocritical in a modern setting?? (alternatively titled I wrote this but will probably never develop it into a full fic, so)

cw for gun use

“Do you have a type, Miss Bormul?”

No response, and so Gortash continued.

“I do. I enjoy strong, efficient people. Those who are independent and deliver well without much guidance or too many questions. All of your peers would have you believe that constant talking would be the hallmark of intelligence; that whoever keeps the room engaged for the longest must then know what they are talking about. And of course, I can play that game just as well as any old fool within the Upper City. But alas, I do not believe that you - nor anybody that you consort with - are correct.”

“You know who you really should be looking out for, Miss Bormul? The quiet ones.”

The sound of a gun cocking. The sensation of cold metal pressing against the back of her skull.

“They ask so few questions because they already know the answers. They came prepared, and they are the smart ones. I like spending my time with those who are worth it. Those who are efficient. And you, Miss Bormul, have not been.” Gortash stepped away from his desk, making his way over to the drinks cabinet.

He opened a drawer, pulling out a folded up sheet of plastic. “It is rather disappointing, in a way. You showed such promise at the beginning with all those pledges you made. And yet, you simply did not keep your word, and so now we all must follow the natural consequences that come with failure.” He shook open the sheet, flipping it up in the air and draping it over the entirety of his desk in one movement.

“You only have yourself to blame for this, Miss Bormul.”

[xyaehir]

“operation: idiot in love!” —

SYP — local idiot develops a crush on the campus’ sweetheart and attempts to fight off anyone else out for her heart. (beach version!)

GEN. — fluff, crack

WARN. — satoru is an idiot in love, implied fem!reader, you wear a bikini/two piece swimsuit and have long hair, no curse au, current modern slang and humor used, 2008 satoru so everybody introduced is a teen (18-19)

NOTES — have this since summer break’s almost over 😼 um so were not gna talk abt how i didnt explain how reader’s the school’s sweetheart js let me have this kay 😞✊ not proofread yet

“guys, the love of my life is right there. i gotta lock in,” the white haired teen states, keeping his eyes trained on your figure who’s clad in a two piece bathing suit before unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his toned body.

both of his close friends groaned, one pinching his nose-bridge and the other rolling her eyes.

“um, im sensing a lot of negativity here and not enough support,” satoru scoffs, putting his sunglasses back on.

“you can’t seriously expect us to support someone who can’t even act normal within a mile radius of his long time hallway crush,” suguru chuckles sarcastically.

“oh, suguru,” satoru dreamily sighs, wrapping an arm around his black haired friend’s shoulder. “sweet, inexperienced, rude, blunt, unsupportive-”

“oh, just get on with it,” he grimaces at his friends’ theatrics.

“you don’t know what love is like i do,” satoru sighs, wiping an invisible tear.

“is love being a chicken and unable to talk to his crush without malfunctioning?” shoko chimes in, licking her popsicle.

she chuckles when she spots a look of disbelief and utter betrayal on her friend’s face. she watches in amusement as satoru stares with his mouth agape and shakes his head vigorously before scowling at her.

“you guys seriously don’t get it! she’s not just a crush, she’s the lo-”

“hey guys! i heard something about a crush?” you interject, walking towards the chattering trio.

“oh yea, satoru needs some advice, you know,” suguru shrugs, smirking when the now frozen satoru looks at him with an expression that just screams, ‘please don’t say anything.’

“maybe you can help him,” he suggests, nudging his friend closer to you.

you hum, turning to look at the white haired male. “oh! my friends say i give good advice so maybe i can help,” you smile and nod.

satoru gulps, heart beating faster and pale cheeks flushing pink. he can’t help but observe how beautiful you look, hair done up into a messy bun and wearing a bathing suit that compliments the colour of your skin.

he can feel himself open his mouth just to close it again, unable to form any coherent sentences.

“he’s positively and utterly hopeless,” his friends think simultaneously, watching the scene before them with a sweatdrop and a deadpan.

“guys, i blew it.”

“yea, you did.”

“without a doubt.”

satoru scowls and glares at his friends who were innocently shrugging and looking away. he sighs, his head on his fist as he watches you chat excitedly with another guy who’s clearly into you.

“satoru? are you okay?” you worriedly asked, taking note of his flushed cheeks and clammy hands. “do you not want my advice?”

“no, i- uh,” he stutters, stumbling over his words.

suguru looks at his friend weirdly before turning to you. “he’s probably just having a heatstroke.”

you blink before nodding, taking satoru’s hand and placing a cool water bottle in his grasp. “here, take my water then. get some rest and i’ll check in with you later. bye guys!” you wave, taking another quick glance at the malfunctioning cerulean eyed boy before walking away.

“yea, there’s no hope for you, satoru. you’re so down bad,” shoko shakes her head, taking a sip of the bottle you gave him. “oh wow, she gave you those expensive fruit sparkling ones. you’re special, i guess.”

this seems to cheer him up as he almost bounced up to sit up straighter. he whips her head to shoko then to suguru. “you think that? i stand a chance?” he asks, pointing to himself with a grin.

“dude, calm down. it’s just sparkling fruit water-” suguru tries to use common sense but he’s shut down by satoru’s shuffling to stand up.

“hush, this may be a sign, suguru.”

“you’re kidding me,” he sighs, facepalming as he watches his best friend march over to you.

he looks tiredly towards shoko, who innocently sticks out her tongue. “chill, suguru. he just needs a lil push.”

satoru hates the way that guy is looking at you. he knows who he is, sharing most of his classes with the guy. and the blue eyed teen knows how in practically every class he shares with the guy, he’s thinking about you.

he’s seen it all. he’s seen how he doodles in his notebook your name with a heart. he’s seen how every lunch, that same guy tries shooting his shot with you, trying to get your number and pathetically failing every single time.

if anything, that guy may like you more than satoru does. keyword, may.

“oh, it’s you again,” you chuckle nervously, backing up a little when the same guy who’s been trying to score a date with you for the past 2 months walks up to you.

said guys shrugs, flashing you a grin before looking you up and down. “you look good as always,” he laughs breathily.

you try your best to give him a polite smile, “ah, thank you.”

“aww, no compliment for me?”

“oh, sorry! i just don’t really know you that much so..”

“ohh, that’s fine. if you agree on a date though, you’ll get to know me a lot better-”

THWACK!!

the guy in front of you groans, rubbing the back of his head before scowling at the people behind him. “who did that?” he yells, stomping away to track down who threw a blue sandal at his head.

you grimace before thanking the lords that he’s finally away from you.

“hey,��� satoru says, strolling over to greet you. “i swear, every time i see you, he’s always tryna get your number.”

you initially flinch in surprise before relaxing instantly upon recognising your white haired friend. you sigh before nodding and turning to face him, “yea, it’s getting really annoying now.” you shake your head before looking up at him.

“he can’t take the hint, for real.” he chuckles, before picking up the thrown sandal and shaking the sand off of it before slipping it back on his left foot.

“i guess you owe me now,” he smiles smugly, stuffing his hands in his pockets as you smile in realisation.

you giggle, covering your mouth with your right hand. “so you’re my knight in shining armor,” you grin.

satoru reaches out a hand to bring down your own that covers your smile. “don’t cover your smile, it’s pretty,” he murmurs, pulling his hand back to rub his nape.

you blink, processing his words before blushing and smiling bashfully. “well, thank you, gojo satoru.”

he smiles softly, bright eyes glancing at your lips every now and then. surprisingly, you notice this and shift closer to him, breathing out a laugh when you hear his breath hitch.

“i guess i do owe you, huh?” you teasingly look up at him before taking his phone out of his hand and adding your number in it.

you give him his phone back while he still looks at you dumbfounded. “you should call me sometime, yea?” you smile up at him before buttoning a button on his hawaiian shirt and walking away.

the white haired male watches you walk away with his mouth agape before hurriedly checking his phone whether or not you actually did put your number in his contacts.

“yo, did it work? did you finally bag the love of your life?” shoko whistles, slapping the back of his head before suguru walks over.

suguru observes his best friends pink cheeks and big smile before chuckling and shoving an ice cream cone in one of his hands. “look at his face. he probably did somehow,” he says shaking his head with a smirk.

“she’s the one, suguru.”

“for the love of- we’re not having this conversation again.”

“girl, are you kidding me? she already gave you her number so just call her!” shoko groans, hitting her friend’s head.

“im not a girl shoko,” satoru hisses, rubbing the spot she hit. “im a man.”

“a man who can’t dial the number of the girl he likes?”

“suguru, whose side are you on?!”

@xyaehir 2024. this is my content. do not translate, copy or plagiarise my works in any way. reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated. <3

[nejjirez]

" SAY I WONT ☆. "

pairing: e!42 miles x blk fem! reader

summary: miles is a streamer , his fans are doin a lil too much and it pisses him off..

contents: slight suggestiveness(?) , kissing , streamer miles

miles: purple you/mya: pink

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miles is a popular streamer nowdays. not as popular as people like amp , but he was getting there. one of his dreams was always to meet kai , but besides his lil somewhat strong act he put on for you , he was nervous. he knew he could get his fans to get the word out there , but he waited patiently for his loving fanbase to grow before trying more things.

miles had been on stream for about 30 minutes now , with hella laughs. he was doing a q&a , these were always funny when he streamed. however , when miles streamed he wanted his favorite person to be there with him , but you weren't here yet.

miles continued checking his phone through out the stream , seeing if you had texted him to say when you were otw. as he put his phone back on the table , chat asked a question. "where is mya? shes always here"

"nahh chat i deadass miss my girl , haven't seen her in 5 hours she hadda go home.." miles sulked , he was VERY clingy to you , when you had to go he acted as if the world was over.. you once had to leave school early and he damn near screamed "THE WORLD IS CRUMBLING BRO NOO"

you slowly looked through the window , since this is mainly how you came to his house sometimes. (like there's not a door..) you heard him laughing over something one of his fans said , making you smile at his attractive laugh. you slightly ran over to him and wrapped your arms round his neck , hugging him and kissing his cheek, causing him to jump.

"wtff amorr , where did u come from i been waitinn" he cheesed , as you sat down in the chair beside him , smiling that you could make it to his stream.

"m' sorryy , i had something to do but im here noww , wspp chat" you looked over at the screen smiling and waving , the chat flooded with happiness , miles' fans loved you. "soo since my wifey is here now , yall keep them questions comin in and we gon answer em" he smiled , glancing at you then looking back at the chat.

after a few questions being answered , you and miles were cracking up at the both of your answers , and the questions. you had tears in your eyes from laughing , so you decided to get some water. "oh shit.. broo hollon lemme get my water bottle" you breathed out , trying to catch your breath from cackling while getting up to get your bottle from the side of your bag.

miles spun his chair towards you , still making jokes about the answer you gave the chat for one of the questions. "you said .. a nigga wit 3 arms .. yo ass seen an undeveloped squid?" he said before bursting out into laughter at his own joke , making you cackle.

however while you were getting your water from your bag on the floor , someone commented in the chat. one of those chats that read itself aloud .. yea.. miles didn't like what this person had to say

"miles do better bro" the chat read , making both you and miles spin your heads quickly towards the screen, miles scooting his chair closer to the desk scrolling up quickly to see who made the comment.

"yo.. don't make me end this stream right here right now yo. what yall niggas not finna do is talk about my girl like that. say i wont end this shit rn." miles was mad , he hated when other people talked about you like that , especially people neither of yall knew..

you sat down on the bed now being aware that weird ass ppl were on miles stream , trying to drink the last bit of your water as fast as possible so you could calm him down.

the chat flooded with people practically begging miles to not end the stream , but boy oh boy was he heated rn.. when you walked back over to miles he pulled you into his arms , holding your waist so tightly to the point where you would've had to damn near fight him to let you go. "this? yea this is my beautiful ass wife , don't eva say no shit like that about her yo.." miles said , pointing to you and kissing you. "mhm u heard him" you said , sticking your middle finger up at the camera and laughing.

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Bonus Headcanons ★:

miles g who always plays games with you while being on stream , and enjoys every moment of it. you two usually play roblox , he always acts as if he wouldnt be fucking terrified of the horror games but ends up screaming and jumping

miles g who doesnt like streaming without you that much , you're his gf and he loves basically having you as his lil partner in crime when he streams.

miles g who will NEVER tolerate any bs about you on his streams.. yk how amp does try not to laugh videos and they be doin fanum wrong? if they try that shit on u he WILL end the stream that instant.

miles g who buys you matching outfits with him so you two can match while he streams , or in general (he loves matching with you)

miles g who doesnt raise his voice or yell on stream when you're sleeping somewhere in the house , he knows how loud he can get sometimes so he makes sure that nobody intends for him to do anything that would wake you up

pls dont let this flop i love this post sm

taglist: @gw3ndyswonderland @hiimayee @444morales @all444miles @nokkihy @spiderheartzz @marci-jean @rashadisback

[srslyscary]

things they’ve said

things bf!skz has said to you

Including: bang chan, changbin, hyunjin, lee know, seungmin, han, felix, jeongin

Bang Chan

; “you’re too cute for this world, Y’know?”

; “don’t doubt yourself babe. you’re amazing in my eyes.”

; “not every day do you get to wake up to a gorgeous gal.”

; “I know it’s late, but check out this track I made— yeah it’s about you, what about it babe?”

; “stain my face with your pretty lips baby, I want everyone to know I belong to you— yeah with that new lipstick you bought, it’s a cute color. perfect for complimenting my face.”

; “i have seven kids and now they’re also YOUR seven kids.. deal with it, hah.”

; “you’re shorter than me, so your love capacity isn’t as strong as mine. it’s physically impossible for you to love me more babe.”

; “I can’t take my eyes off you. you’re just too pretty— I’m not trying to be creepy!— no— Y’know what I just won’t look at you then.. hehe.”

; “you deserve the universe.”

; “it’s kind of hard to unlove you sweetheart.”

; “it’s only been 2 minutes how do you already miss me.”

; “baby all I wanna do is see you. and do you.— just kidding… or am I?”

; “my goal is to keep you happy all the time.”

; “I love you because you’re the best. intellectual wise I REALLY would hate for someone to touch you lovingly like I do.”

; “excuse the fact that we’re locked in for life and you can’t go anywhere without me- HAHA.”

; “I got addicted to you very easily.”

; “I think I’m just in love with everything you do.”

; “I love you. I don’t think I said that enough today.”

Changbin

; “y’know what we should do? go have a picnic and watch the sunset. wouldn’t that be nice?”

; “you’re always pretty jagiya. you’re especially pretty without makeup.”

; “i’m tired. let’s cuddle, kay? I wanna feel you wrapped up in my arms, I’ll know you’re safe with me then.”

; “I literally just can’t have enough of you.”

; “I’ve been looking at pictures of you for the last 30 minutes—“

; “I like you mostest— no I love you. I’m IN love with you.”

; “wanna ft and eat together?”

; “You’re perfect to me. You always will be— it’s not cheesy it’s the truth!— accept my compliments right now!”

; “stop being stingy and give me more kisses! I’ll die if you don’t smother me— it’s true my doctor says so!”

; “your presence heals me.”

; “You’re like my healing wave and my bright sun.”

; “I can’t even describe in words how sexy you are right now- you’re just- WOW.”

; “FOOD DATEEEE! YAYYYY!”

; “I want you in every way that there is to want a person.”

; “You’re sweet, and hot.. good mix in my opinion.”

; “you should stay up.. I wanna keep flirting with you.”

Hyunjin

; “I wanted to talk to you. I miss your voice and your laugh, and your pretty face.”

; “my love, you could be more discreet if you’re trying to scare me— USING MINHO AS A SCARE TACTIC ISN’T FAIR EITHER!”

; “I’ll be as sassy as I want. Now give me a kiss I’m craving them— yes I’m on my period now hand them over or else.”

; “jokes on you, you’re my number one priority right now. the boys can wait a little while longer.”

; “I wanna stay up and talk to you.— What do you mean no?— that’s too bad, you’re not my mom.”

; “you mean more than the world to me.”

; “I don’t care who he was. he was looking at you the way I look at you. and I should be the ONLY person to look at you like that— cmon love.”

; “I’m physically craving your touch right now— I just want to sock you in the face and then kiss it right where it hurts— I’m joking I love you!”

; “I always wanna be by your side angel.”

; “You’re cute when you’re sleepy.”

; “I’m painting you love, what else would I be doing?”

Lee Know

; “you literally captivate me. your eyes especially. I could spend hours looking at your pretty face and never get bored.”

; “one day I’m gonna train my cats to come beat you up.”

; “I’m gonna punch you in the mouth. With my mouth. Softly.— yea I’m going to kiss you.”

; “stop saying things that make me want to kiss the hell out of you. it’s not funny— don’t laugh!”

; “I want your lips, I want your everything. or rather- I want you here so I can hold you.”

; “when I talk to you.. it’s like talking to my best friend. except I love you and I get to kiss you all over and all that cool stuff.”

; “your stubborn ass is never gonna listen— also I love your ass. literally.”

; “I’m really just.. fucking soft when it comes to you.”

; “yeah babe. you’re really pretty. the prettiest.”

; “You’re literally dreaming i didn’t say that— how’s that gaslighting?!”

; “you make me think of a love song every time I look at you.”

; “baby, just kiss me.”

; “Sure, we can get matching outfits.”

Seungmin

; “you look so innocent but I know you’re not— that makes me weak.”

; “I can tell you so many times how pretty you are, because you’re my pretty puppy and no one else’s.”

; “kinda wanna take you out for dinner— what I’m just saying?”

; “relax pretty puppy, I’m all yours.”

; “I wanna see you drunk off my kisses.”

; “I just like whacked Han in the back of the head and he started crying- funniest thing ever.”

; “we look cute together, don’t you agree?”

; “let’s live together, I hate everyone else except you.”

; “you haven’t talked to me since 12:03pm. I’m lonely. talk to me babe.”

; “it’s not like I hate going out. I just hate everyone else gets to see how pretty you are.”

; “didn’t you say you liked these?— yeah I got ‘em for you.”

; “babe, you’re constantly reading that. what is it?”

; “wanna come watch me practice?”

; “that dress is cute babe, you should get it.”

; “You’re so stupidly cute, it’s getting annoying.”

; “babe, I love you— but stop trying to get me to buy you that dog.”

Han

; “BABE GUESS WHAT— I love you!”

; “hi beautiful, I hope you had a good day!”

; “You’re so cute babeeee, you literally make my heart melt.”

; “wake up I miss you.”

; “baby, have I ever told you how pretty you are?— mhm! the prettiest.”

; “You’re all I’ll ever need.”

; “daily reminder that I’m so in love with you-!”

; “I woke up and the first thing I wanted was you.”

; “this pretty face is all mine— mine to kiss and stare at and compliment.”

; “my favorite thing to look at is you of course!!”

; “TODAY REMINDS ME OF YOU— BECAUSE ITS HOT.”

; “I got butterflies when you called me pretty.”

; “I stay up just to talk to you babe.”

; “girl the only side chicks I got are your other personalities.”

; “You’re always on my mind, duh.”

; “honestly my mom would be so proud of me if I brought you home.”

; “you have me on some foreign level of happy.”

; “why is it that birds chirp to communicate? let’s chirp to communicate baby! — IT’S NOT WEIRD IT’S NATURE.”

; “how’s your day going my beautiful future wife?”

; “face time meeee, I’m with the boyssss, they wanna say hi to my girlll!”

; “I want you. Only you.”

; “just kiss me and don’t stop.”

Felix

; “good morning angel. sleep well?”

; “I want all of you forever. you and your perfect face, your perfect body, your perfect personality.”

; “me and chan bought ice cream! wanna share with me?”

; “BABE THERE’S A SPIDER— oh right.. yeah I’ll kill it-“

; “so you’re saying you saw a cat and your first thought was to text me about it?— god I love you.”

; “you just have me so whipped. I’d do anything for you.”

; “sunshine, can I tell the boys about you?”

; “You’re my entire universe, and whatever is beyond that.”

; “such a pretty face, can’t believe I get to kiss you and call you mine.”

; “of course I made you some brownies! why wouldn’t I?”

; “when I kiss you it’s hard for me to stop.”

; “I love you with my heart baby.”

; “don’t get jealous baby you own my heart, I’m all yours.”

; “I wanna marry you already. I want a house, a dog, a weird grocery list, everything baby.”

; “why are you staring at me, huh beautiful?”

; “You’re really cute when you’re nervous.”

; “I’ll be over in five with pizza. Sound good?”

Jeongin

; “I’m so proud of everything you do lovely!”

; “proceed with caution you might burn down the kitchen.”

; “You’re literally my dream girl.”

; “I was just thinking about you— and our future.”

; “the thought of us kissing won’t leave my head-“

; “I miss you, call me?”

; “You’re cute.. we should be cute together!”

; “stay called me a peach.. do you think I’m a peach lovely?”

; “I don’t care what you wear, you’re beautiful either way.”

; “there she is— the girl of my dreams.”

; “I wanna be your every thought, every second of the day.”

; “I text you when I miss you.. which is all the time.”

; “can I tell you something? don’t freak out.— I love you.”

; “Sorry im busy! I’m discussing future wedding plans with your mom!”

; “you hungry lovely?— scratch that I know you’re always hungry, let’s go to that cafe down the street.”

; “send me videos of you— why would I want nudes? — no send me videos of you being silly and singing!”

; “I’m glad I met you too, you’re the best thing to happen to me.”

[orangeocelotmartyn]

Impulse missed Skizz's butt

Transcript under the cut

Skizz: I want you to bring up my stream real quick, I wanna show you--I wanna show you, and everybody, what my-what my-my daughter got me for Christmas. Impulse: Alright. Skizz: 'Kay? So I'm gonna take my headphones off-- Impulse: You were asking-you were asking a lot of me right now. Skizz: Well you--(starts laughing) Impulse: Found it. Okay, found my browser. Skizz: First of all, it should just always be running on one of your monitors--alright, I'm gonna go, check it out. Impulse: What, your stream? Skizz: Yeah, just cause, you love me, alright bye. Alright, ready? Here we go. Are you watching? Cause, I'm gonna show what my daughter got me. It's really cool. Impulse: Yeah, I'm watching. (a cellphone starts going off) What? Skizz: Alright, I'm gonna go ahead and do that--alright, ready? Impulse: Yeah. Where's he going? Did he get a-- Skizz: Look! Impulse: There's his butt! Oh-- Skizz: Can you see it? Impulse: Whoa. Skizz: Can you read it? Impulse: How's he-yea-wait. No. Skizz: Oh my gosh, you can't read it, can you? (laughs) Impulse: It's all washed out, too bright, bro. Skizz: Hold on. That's-- Impulse: Too bright. Skizz: --maybe we can turn down the brightness, hold on. Impulse: (starts snickering, then, to himself) Which screen am I supposed to put that on? Oh man. You know-- Skizz: There we go, there we go, that's better. Impulse: To this, I should do a show and tell. Skizz: Innit that cool, dude? Impulse: So that everybody comes back--(giggling) Skizz: I'm gonna put it right up here. Impulse: Oh, you've got a little Skizzleman youtube--it says "Skizzleman" with the youtube logo on it. That's what it says. So those of you who weren't able to make it over to his stream. He's just, he's literally just bending over in front of you guys-- Skizz: Dude. Isn't that, isn't that, isn't that cool, dude? Impulse: Yeah. Did you also get, uhm, oh, what was that thing, Suzanne Somers used to advertise…you put it between your legs and you close-and your knees close? Skizz: Alright, don't ruin the moment, okay? My daughter got me a nice-- Impulse: Your butt be lookin' firm, sir. Skizz: (starts laughing) Impulse: (starts laughing) Skizz: Is it in "Buns of Steel?" Impulse: The Thigh Master, that's what it was. Skizz: Oh. "Buns of Steel" was like a, uh-- Impulse: (through laughter) Buns of Steel. Skizz: That was the Thigh Master, that's right. You know, the worst-- Impulse: You gave us two shows for the price of one, too. Skizz: The worst--okay, you ruined it, you ruined it. I was like, I wanna show Impulse this, but if I do that's the first thing he's gonna talk about, and I can't just hover half of my body down there, so I'm gonna go ahead and I guess I'm dealing with this. (Impulse laughs) Jeez. Alright-- Impulse: Hey, man, you've been out of town, I missed your butt. Skizz: Yeah, yeah yeah yep, well, I'm back. I'm back, now. Alright--

[tinylilacbun]

Pairing: daddy!john b x little!reader x papa!jj

Warnings: age regression, some cursing

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You were standing before the entrance of the country club, hands shaking and tears forming in your eyes while you call John B, anxiously waiting for him to pick up.

Just seconds later you hear him on the other line. "Hey baby..." He trails off, waving JJ over to him as he hears you starting to sob instantly. He puts you on speaker, trying to calm you down. "Baby, breathe. Are you hurt?"

"N-No..." You sniffle and both boys sigh in relief.

"Okay, can you tell me what's going on?" He asks, JJ pulling his hat off while pacing back and forth, desperate to know what or who made his girl upset.

"I-I was servin' one of the guests and-and he was bein' weird and tw- tried to touch me! I was bein' nice and told him not to...b-but later my boss came to me and fired me bee! Didn't do anythin' wrong-" You sob, hoping nobody hears you right now and he could hear your speech slurring a little and knows you're fighting to not slip in public.

"Mother-" JJ starts and John B gives him a warning glare, sending him off to get the keys for the Twinkie.

"It's okay, bun. Where are you right now?" He sounds calm but also he was boiling with anger, knowing that creep probably told your boss some shit, threatened or bribed him to fire you just because you told him no.

"M'outside before the entrance..."

"Alright, stay there. Me and papa are on our way, 'kay?" You didn't answer but John B knows you were nodding your head.

As soon as JJ was sure you weren't on the phone he started cursing and ranting while getting in the drivers side of the van. "I swear- imma beat the shit outta that asshole. How dare he? Fucking kooks-"

John B tunes him out, more focused on texting you to make sure you're alright and keeps you updated on how far away they are.

Soon enough they spot you standing before the country club, hugging yourself sadly. John B quickly goes to the back and slides the door open, jumping out to embrace you.

He scoops you up, getting back in the Twinkie he slides the door close before sitting down and cradles you in his arms. He brushes the strains of hair that stuck to your wet cheeks to the side, looking down at you with a comforting smile.

"M'sorry-" your bottom lip quivers and you went to hide your face in his chest.

"Hey, you don't have to be sorry at all. It's not your fault, okay? Neither of us are mad at you." He assures you, wiping the one tear from your cheek that slipped. "Right, JJ?"

"Huh- oh hell yea! We're proud of you for standin' up for yourself, cupcake. If something like that ever happens again you have my full permission to slap that person." JJ says catching you smiling a little through the rearview mirror, giving you a wink.

John B just rolls his eyes but doesn't say anything as your giggling at JJ's antics was better than seeing you cry. As much as he's the more responsible one he can't deny that he wishes you spat in that creeps face. Anyway, it was a shit job either way.

Maybe he can talk to Mr. Heyward about giving you a mini job.

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[kenmaswoman]

confessing to atsumu - fluff , 1.1k words

almost everybody assumed you were friends with osamu because of your massive crush on atsumu. To be fair, you were never really good at hiding your feelings, whether it be the way you blushed when he simply greeted you in the corridors or the way you begged osamu to let you join one of their practices one day. Everybody knew you had a crush on atsumu. You didn’t really care though, you were friends with his brother, not him so what’s the worst that could happen? him rejecting you? you’ll simply move on.

It worried you at times because you did not want osamu to think that the only reason why you befriended him in the first place was to get closer to atsumu. But as time passed you realized he knew your bond went beyond your silly (disgusting) crush on his twin.

“how come you’ve never told tsumu you liked him?” osamu asked you sitting on his bed “it never really mattered, he knows i like him, everybody does. and he’s never mentioned it to me” you reply “for what it’s worth i genuinely do not think he knows” osamu says “knows what?” atsumu asks barging in “none ‘yer business get out” osamu yells at his brother “what? I can’t be third wheel for today” he says as osamu laughed. if only he knew… “no yer can’t. plus i’ve gotta go for a short while. wait for me here?” osamu asks turning to you “fuck no. why would i wait hours in your room bored as fuck when i can go home?” you replied back “i’ll make dinner when i come back” says your friend “‘kay i’m sold” you say sprawling on his bed “entertain her for me please” samu says to his brother before leaving

you’ve seldom hung out with atsumu alone, which is part of the reason why your palms are a little sweatier than you’d like to admit. you reminded yourself you should not worry tho, he was just a silly boy after all.

“so what were you talking about earlier?” atsumu asks. man he really was not going to leave you alone “the massive crush i have on someone” you reply nonchalantly. he knew of this crush already so why should you be ashamed “you have a crush on someone????” he asks, it makes you get up in an instant. no way he was being serious “atsumu be for real right now” you say in disbelief. was this man THIS much oblivious? “you like samu right? i thought you guys were dating so calling it a crush is super weird to me” he replies looking at you dead in the eye. he was indeed this much oblivious.

“you’re laughing a little too hard at me right now, it’s hurting my feelings” atsumu says, you could hear the pout in his voice. “i’m sorry it’s just unbelievable to me. me dating osamu???? never in a million years oh my god” you say wiping a tear from your eye. “then who’s this mysterious crush? i want to be in on it too” he asks. you could tell him, you thought he knew already so telling him now wouldn’t make much of a difference. plus if he were to reject you right now, you’d have osamu’s cooking to look forward to. “you. i like you. it’s so obvious too, everybody knows about it” you say not looking at him. bravery was not an adequate adjective to describe you “samu knew?” he asked “yea, told him the first time i talked to him, wanted to get it out of the way so he knew i wasn’t using him to get to you” you reply laying back down on osamu’s bed, grabbing one of his pillows to place on your stomach “this fucking bitch” was all astumu muttered, making you look up to him confused. he was taking a real long time to answer your confession

“before you even befriended to osamu i kept talking to him about how i had this massive crush on you. when he started befriending you i was sooo mad and jealous and at one point i assumed you guys started dating because you got closer and you’d constantly be here and hang in his room with the door closed, also you guys would eat together and shit… he’d even cook for you! he never cooks for me when i ask him to only when he’s in the mood… so eventually i stopped mentioning my crush on you because you know it’d be disrespectful to like my brother’s girlfriend. but now that i know that he knew you liked me this whole time and never said anything to me???? i’m gonna kill him.” he rambles

“you like me too?” you asked surprised, fully seated up once again. “yea but that’s not my concern right now. just wait until the bitch gets hom-“ he says before getting cut off to the front door opening. you were half amazed at the timing and half baffled at how you guys liking each other was ‘not his concern right now’.

“you. come here” atsumu says yelling at osamu “why’s he mad?” your friend asks you. you didn’t answer though, still busy trying to come up with the best way to shake some sense into atsumu. “you knew this whole time. THIS WHOLE TIME. that she liked me and never said anything even though you knew i liked her back??? i even stopped mentioning her because i thought you were dating why would you not correct me on that??” atsumu says his hands gripping his hair out of frustration. “you thought her and i were dating?… i guess a lot more things make sense now” osamu replies a hand on his chin. and before atsumu could even reply he received a kick right in his rib

“ouch. why would you do that” atsumu says rubbing his side pouting at you “ i’m sorry ‘not your concern right now’??!!! i’m gonna make this your concern boy” you say threateningly “why do you cook for her if you’re not dating?” atsumu asks “she bribes me. a real gaslighter this one” he says moving to the kitchen to prep dinner. and as he sees you pounding on his brother to get him to pay attention to the milestone you guys seemed to have reached, he sighs knowing that his days will inevitably get worse as time progresses. maybe he should’ve let atsumu think you guys were dating for a little longer. perhaps until he no longer shared the same house as his twin

[floshav]

more rodrick PLSSSSS it can be anything

omg this is my first req ever and im so excited thank you!!

you wanted more Rodrick well here's more Rodrick.

part 2 out now!!

summary: Rodricks your best friend but thats not enough for you. As much as you hate to admit, you like the boy. That's why you show up drunk and high at one of his infamous house parties after he'd ranted to you about how he was so so in love with Heather Hills.

warnings: angst, heartache, kissing, Heather Hills, pining, weed, alcohol, crying, one sided love kinda, self hate

wc: 1k+

"She was so pretty."

"Oh yea?"

"No. I dont think you understand, like the way her hair smelled when she strut past me, the smell of..... smell of something light. Fresh! Pink even."

Rodrick practically had stars in his eyes when he described how his crush was at school. You'd be ecstatic if the crush was you, but the world is cruel so here you were talking about Heather Hills for the last hour or so.

"Y'know... I heard she spat on Louise last week. Poor kid, was dosed in her icky saliva for the whole day." Y/n was selfish but she tried to paint Heather in a bad light.

"Shit i'd pay good money for her to spit on me."

Well that backfired she thought.

"Freak" Y/n lightly laughed as she fell back onto Rodricks soft bed. Chest heaving up and down whilst her mind felt clouded.

"What can I say, love makes anyone a freak."

There was that word again. Love. How could he be bloody in love with little miss Heather Hills. The queen of highschool. The perfect girl. Pretty blondie. Pretty face. Y/n quickly began to realise there were plenty of reasons for Rodrick to crush on her. Y/n was a nobody. She thought her face ugly, her style wack, her eyes too uneven. She hated, hated, hated herself and wished she looked like Heather.

"Oh. My. God. I just had the best fucking idea" Rodrick exclaimed with the dorkiest smile he could produce, each fine line below the thickness of his eyebrows seen under the dim lighting of his room.

"Hmm?" Y/n buzzed as she basked in the coolness of his sheets

"M'gonna throw a party" "Heather would definitely come, i mean its one of my parties we're talking about."

Flashbacks to Rodrick's last party hit y/n's head like a train when she remembered how chaotic and horrible the experience was. Drunk teens shouting and chugging unknown beverages, shoulders brushing against shoulders constantly as she tried to find a room she could breath in without having to see another damn couple absolutely devouring eachother. Each and every minuscule second she'd spent in that house made her want to puke. The sight that made her want to puke the most was Rodrick's clearly drunk self throwing himself onto Heather, eyes sparkly with hope whilst she just sat there smiling so sweetly it was sickening.

Quickly she was sent back to reality.

"D'you think that's a good idea?" she questioned, tired.

"Course it is! she always comes to my things"

"Kay' whatever you think is gonna earn you your little dream girl specimen."

"Trust me, this times different." That's what he always said.

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It's ok. It's ok. I-It's.... it's gonna be fine. she told herself as she admired the makeup she'd put on for tonight's occasion, she'd tried to copy one of Heathers famous looks, but quickly realised it didn't suit her skin so she stuck to her usual and hated herself for it. It was dreadfully the day of his party. The day that she'd have to witness him openly flirt with Heather just because he had an excuse to down a dozen bottles of cheap booze. She swiped a smear of lipstick that somehow ended up below her lip and sighed as she adjusted her shirt. Why do you always give in? Just confess you idiot. No! what the fuck am i thinking. she scrunched her nose and took a deep breath in, abusing her vanity with the pressure from the pads of her fingers.

She really really didn't want to go. She couldn't bare seeing Heather show up with her annoyingly perfect face, her perfect nose, her perfect hair, her stupidly sweet personality that everyone gaped over. Fuck it. She hated herself and wanted to forget that Rodrick even existed.

She found her not so hidden stash of weed she'd carelessly left under a pile of worksheets from her chemistry class, something ionic bonding. She didn't know how long it'd sat there for but it stained the ziplock bag a dull yellow. The bag was crinkled and smelled like the thought of Rodrick. Whenever she was upset or mad at Rodrick she'd smoke weed to drown the thoughts out but she slowly realised it was ruining the drug as a whole for her.

She rolled a joint in a random piece of paper she'd found thrown on her floor and lit up the end, taking a deep whiff of it, smile playing on her lips.

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"Animals.....Elephants....Tiguurrrsssss!" She slurred as she laid flat on her disheveled bed scrunching the sheets as her eyes formed stars around her ceiling. She got up abruptly, hair a mess and rubbed her eyes deepening the pressure with every second. "Rrrr... What time? Uggggh" She sighed as she reached for her phone. Her room was cloudy and smelled of green. Beside her were a few empty glasses so she took a sniff, curious. Happy juice? No, Vodka she thought. She saw the emptied out bottle of cheap convenience store alcohol by the side of her feet a long with the yellowed bag of weed which was empty. it'd been around 2 hours since she blacked out on her bed somehow thinking about how her fan looked like the shape of animals. Shit, fuck, ass, asshole! she muttered under her breath as she plopped back down.

"Why not? What's thurrr worst that could happennn?" she mumbled eyes fluttering as she picked up her bag and stumbled out her window, careful not to wake anyone. She took the route down the tree that always worked for her but in a clumsy fashion as she fumbled down the hard branches of her overgrown escape buddy. Craaack, Creeeeak. The continuous sounds made her annoyed. "Uggggfh can't everyone just shut up!!"

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There she was. Standing dumb, drunk and high in front of the booming house lit up by warm yellow light. She could already smell the familiar smell of cheap alcohol, body odour and weed. My kind of night she thought as she barely made her way to the entrance. There were already people outside partying like no tomorrow as some flipped their hair to some overplayed hip hop song that everyone knew. While some were more restricted, sipping on booze as they giggled with their friends. The true highschool experience y/n thought.

Bump.

"Hey! Watch it-"

"Y/n?"

It was someone with beautiful waves of blonde still visible from her clouded vision, pretty makeup and a perfect body. Heather.

"O-Oh hey Heather! Pretty little Heather Hills." Y/n slurred as her vision was still blurred

"Uhm... Y'alright?" She questioned looking back at her friends as if y/n was cuckoo.

"No. No. No. No! Y-you. You. You and your stupidly perfect self can go to hell!" y/n lashed out

"W-what? Y/n what the fuck is wrong with you?" Heather said clearly freaked out by the sudden aggression.

Tears started to cloud y/n's vision so she took in a deeeeep breath trying to suck in as much oxygen as she could.

"Fuck you. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you! You- You're all he wants. Heather, heather, heather! My perfect little heather with her pretty little face!" Y/n cried out as her knees began to weaken. She had no sense of shame, embarrassment or anxiety. She was too blacked out for this. So blacked out she just blurted her deepest darkest thoughts.

A crowd began to form around them, some curious at the sudden shouting girl who was crumbling a part, vulnerable in front of some people she didn't even know the names of.

"W-what? What are you even saying y/n." Heather said confused and disturbed as she began to back away.

Warmth began to spread at the small of y/n's back. Rodricks hand.

"Y/n? Why the fuck are you screaming?- Y/n s-shit you're not alright." Rodrick hastily slung y/n's arm around his shoulder careful with her as if she was a piece of fine china.

"S-sorry bout' that Heaths, trust me she doesn't mean anything she's saying" Rodrick stutters clearly not drunk enough, nervous as he realises that Heather is clearly agitated.

"Y-yea. It's okay Rodrick. It's not your fault, just get her far from here kay?" Heather said with sympathy and those stupid doe eyes whilst placing a hand on his shoulder. This should've made him tremble with pleasure, but the fact that she'd talked about y/n as if she was a monster made him angry.

"Yea. Yea alright." Rodrick scoffed, lightly rolling his eyes before dragging y/n's blacked out figure up his carpeted staircase, the carpet grazing her knees creating a friction which burned satisfyingly on her kneecaps.

"Fuuuck. Fuck..." Y/n softly mumbled, head tilting to the side of his shoulder as he firmed his grip on the side of her shoulder. Shoulders.... shoulders are for friends, real girls get hands put on their waist. Not shoulders. She managed to conjure the thought in her hazed mind.

He struggled to open his door as y/n's body weight pressed into the side of him as he suddenly heard silent weeps of sorrow erupt from her lips.

He set her on the foot of his bed, careful not to drop her anywhere harsh.

"Y/n? Y/n what's wrong, you're like black out drunk." He asked now bending down with both hands on his knees.

He slowly caresses his hand over the hill of her cheekbone and shoves a fly of hair away from her puffy eyes.

"You....i... Im sick of you and- and her." She sighs as a hysterical tear falls from her eye. Her face was the saddest Rodrick had ever seen and this broke his heart.

"Me and... me and who y/n?" He said so softly as he began to crouch so so close to her, his eyes looking up into hers with genuine curiosity and care. The mention of her name fluttered her heart.

"Heather" She breathed out involuntarily sniffling.

"You don't like me talking about her?" He slowly asked as if all the dots were finally clicking together.

"That's a stupid question." He lowly chuckled as he swiped his thumb under the pad of her eyes.

"I.. I really- I really"

"You really what?" He said again so so softly

"I really like you." She blurted before she felt that familiar rush of heat rapture her face.

Rodrick's eyes glance down to her swollen lips and he feels a strong ache pill at his heart. His best friend just confessed about her underlaying fondness of him and he'd been an ass talking about Heather all the time. He imagined how bad it must've sucked all the damn time.

"I-I'm so sorry I- I always talked about her."

"No! don't fucking be sorry you idiotttt." She slurred

"You- You don't owe me anything." She smiled softly as she fluffed up his hair.

"Maybe..." This is wrong he thought

"Maybe i do owe you an apology." He said slow and steady as he glanced down to her lips and locked with it for the final time.

He slowly moved in to plant a soft kiss on her puffy lips and her eyes widened in surprise.

The kiss felt like heaven and she tasted like everything he was used to. A hint of cherry chapstick, a lot of weed and something coconut. His lips felt so soft against hers and she breathed in every second of the experience. She almost wanted to whine when he pulled away.

"I- Fuck."

Y/n's euphoric high was quickly ruined at the notice of him clearly regretting his decision.

"No- It's fine Rodrick. I get it, it was just a in the moment thing." She sighed as she put both her hands to her face rubbing her cheeks and eyes as if she was trying to rid off the pain in her heart.

"No, no, no! it's not that."

"I just..."

"Fuck it." He went in for another kiss.

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thank u for the request!! i hope this was enough to satisfy ur rodrick need lol, if u ever want a smutty end to this lmk but yarrrrr

[oppositeslut]

Skylor and Jay are besties btw. She is one of the few people who remember what happened in Skybound and they locked in after that. They fight very well together too. Skylor understands and likes to use lightning almost as much as she does fire. She likes the way it gives her energy and the knowledge that she can kill people with a zap (unlike Jay, she doesn't hold back) and Jay is HERE for it. Someone else who understands is powers and what they feel like? Hell yea! They talk shit about Kai. They talk about how pretty Nya is. And on the down low Skylor gives Jay free noodles sometimes. He likes to help out at the restaurant sometimes, it gives him the feel of normalcy and Skylor someone to talk shit with. They are the #1 shit talkers in all of ninjago. They talk about what it was like to be a snake once. Weird experience but life changing and only the other understands it. Skylor and Jay bestism. You agree.

[marchsfreakshow]

A Drug For His Heart [Kai Anderson]

Rare Kai fluff? I suppose? / A bit of angst

What happens when an incel loser in his moms basement meets another loser who lives on Reddit every single day?

I love this idea. I hate that I got this idea when I was in town, so. (Hints of stalker!reader & stalker!Kai)

No one's perspective

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The message came up and it almost shocked him.

— ur Kai right? The top mod in this sub?

— yea. Why do you ask?

— Cause I need mod too.

You argued back and forth stupidly about being a moderator in a silly sub-Reddit you were both in. If you weren't sure you were a loser before, this definitely dug it into you. I mean, really? Arguing about being given moderator in a sub-Reddit because you thought you needed it?

Stupid.

Weeks, months went by as quick as lightning. Somehow getting into a loser argument caused you to start messaging Kai every day with ideas. He was confused. He was obsessed. He didn't know why you were giving him attention. But he liked it. He liked having someone rely on him.

— u live in this town don't u?

— um. Yes I do.

— let me come over. We should discuss this idea together in person.

What? You wanted to meet? Him? Were you serious?

— are you serious?

— wouldn't ask if I wasn't being serious.

Right. Okay then.

After a bit of back and forth, Kai hesitantly put in his address. You smiled once you saw the address. He was just where you thought he was, and it was 5 minutes away from you. Perfect. Somehow, your conversation ended there for the day. Getting your point across, then leave eachother alone for the hours left in the day. Going back to being a stupid moderator for something that didn't matter in the real world.

— promise ur free today?

— yea. How far are you?

— right now? Leavin my house.

— oh. Okay.

Oh he was so stupid. You only had to walk down the road and there you were. So, you took your time. Every step taking a million years. Kai's heart was racing. Having a random person visit? Winter probably wouldn't say anything if she opened the door. "Who are you?"

"Kai's friend. Come to visit him." What? A pretty one like you? Visiting...Kai? Tell Winter why she didn't believe you. Those silent words were obvious through her look. Furrowed eyebrows and pursed lips in a thin line. "What? We decided I'd come over so we can talk about our ideas for a subreddit we both mod in."

Jesus you really were a loser. "Sure. Come in...he's in the basement." Following the girl's footsteps, you eventually saw the man who'd you gained a decent friendship with. Kai turned around once he heard the steps, and saw you. You...you weren't what he was expecting. "They said they're here to visit you." Winter mentioned, glancing at you before walking back up the stairs.

The stare between you and Kai went on for about 5 minutes. An awkward, disbelieving silence. "...why are you here? Who are you?" You mentioned your user, staring at him with unemotional eyes. "No you aren't."

Sitting down next to him, you brought your phone out and showed Kai your Reddit profile. So, it was you. Fuck you were beautiful. There was no way you were the one begging for mod and constantly giving him stupid, worthless ideas for whatever. How on earth was this... gorgeous person, on a site like Reddit. "..damn."

"damn?"

"Damn."

The two of you started to talk about whatever it was you were there for. He was addicted already. Were you sure you were the one behind the screen? Everything about you. The way your eyes lit up when Kai gave you a dumb idea. The way you adjusted your hoodie every so often. The way your loose trousers were sat at just the perfect angle. The one for him. Every part of you was needed in Kai's heart. Every part. Why were you so perfect?

And you ended up on top of him. His hands hesitantly placed on your back. So nervous. So cute. Neither of you really knew how to kiss, but you got it eventually as you continued sort of, pressing your lips together, hoping something would happen. Both of you untouched, finding some way to experience those feelings together. That's all it was. Experimenting.

— can we do that again?

— what, makeout? Yeah sure.

— I did good then?

— well I think so. I'll come over like, Wednesday. Week before I move.

— wait what?

Wait what? You were moving? No! No. Oh no no no...Kai definitely didn't want that. Having you lay on top of him, silently looking at stupid shit on R/ 50/50. Even if it was only yesterday (for 4 hours); it was heaven. A heaven he didn't want to let go of. Ever. Oh fuck this. He needed you. You weren't allowed to just drop that bombshell on him, what the fuck?

But, you left him silent for the night. Not really giving him another explanation. Well that was a bit shitty of you. He wanted to know. Had to know. Why were you moving?? Did you see him just to say hello and prove you were real, before possibly moving all the way across the country?!

Kai couldn't sleep that night. He only wanted you. Physically. Emotionally. In every way a person could want another. His dreams of you ended up in him rutting against his sheets. Holding the fabric between his legs unconsciously, whimpering in his sleep. Whimpering and whispering your name. Well...online name. He didn't know your real name still.

— why the fuck are you moving? We haven't even fucked yet.

— what? Just because we made out once doesn't mean we're suddenly allowed to fuck.

— no. Come on. Please. Don't move. Please don't move. I need you.

Why did those words tug at your heart? I mean, sure you wanted to kiss Kai again, but his desperation for you was...a bit unnerving. You'd only met once.

— where do live? How far are you from me?

— I'll come see you. We can make out again. Spend every day together before you leave. Please.

Hesitantly, you typed your address in for Kai. And not 5 minutes later, you heard your doorbell go. Muffled, but you heard it. Kai. Your mother answered the door, spoke to the man in front of her for a few minutes. You couldn't make out any of the words that they spoke to eachother. "Hey.."

"Hey.."

Kai sat himself down next to you, your laptop playing some random YouTube essay video. Looking at eachother, you then found yourself on his lap again. Kai got a bit more confident with his hands, despite this only being the second time you two connected your lips together. Truly unable to stop himself from becoming obsessed with you. Your taste was invasive on his lips, and it was all he wanted for the next few days. Hands stuck to your waist, your hands on his neck. Clothes shakily discarded. Whispered praises.

— are you sure that was your first time? You were so, tight. Felt good.

— I wouldn't really lie about being a virgin.

— I'm gonna miss you. So bad. Let me have your number. So I can send you me when you miss me.

— um...okay.

— you're amazing.

Two weeks into your move, Kai bombarded you with wonders about your new place. A whole new state, and new things to explore. You did reply with the amount of fervour Kai gave you, but it did get tiring eventually. Like more of a chore than anything.

You eventually found yourself feeling tired as soon as Kai sent you a good morning message. You eventually started to drift apart. You eventually found yourself a job, getting out of the house more, and not spending your time on Reddit anymore.

Kai's heart was practically torn once he saw that you didn't care for him as much anymore. You didn't use him for sex or a relationship, he knew that much. But god he wanted more.

Is it possible to suffer withdrawals from not being around your favourite person? Kai's heart raced at all times when he was thinking of you.

Just fucking his fist to that Polaroid of you on top of him, desperate to hear your voice. Desperate to see that 'not delivered' turn into 'sent. Delivered. Read.' But he doubted that would happen. You hadn't contacted him on anything. He couldn't find your Reddit profile anymore.

Why? Why did you have to break his heart that way? Kai didn't know what he did...

He just wanted you.

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[crimsonbubble]

Thigh riding and dirty talk with the val guys 🙏

cw. nsfw, gn!reader, thigh riding, praise, degradation, overstimulation, marking, poorly translated languages *not proofread, just pure brainrot

[breach isn't here bc I just didn't want to write for him :// this is so rushed and half assed im sorry 😭😭]

MINORS DNI!!

brimstone (daddy issues popped out with this one yikes)

a sweetheart

literally so attentive

does the work for you

holds you against him as he rocks your hips against his thigh

"atta boy/girl, doing so good baby."

chamber

cocky mf

he either sits back and watches you do all the work

or literally can't sit still and guides your hips over his thigh

loves watching you melt into him when he guides your hips to ride out your orgasm

likes when your nails dig into his shoulders when he keeps your hips moving after your first orgasm

"you can give me one more, right mon ange (my angle)?" "be good for me and give me one more, pour que je puisse m'occuper de toi. (so I can take care of you)."

cypher

good mix of degradation and praise

loves to see you get all flustered when you rub against him

lives for the way you get flustered and hide your face behind your hand

"oh come on, is that the best you can do?"

harbor

his focus is on you

forget about him

let him take care of you

holds you so carefully

rubs your back as his hands follow the movements of your hips

"don't worry about me, let's focus on you, yea?"

kay/o

he's a robot therefore he vibrates

I feel like you'd have to like show him porn or smth to get him to understand the concept of dirty talk

but I feel like he'd be a little stiff with it, not really sure what to do

but give him time to research and study a bit and he'll get the hang of it

"take it easy, just like that."

omen

so touchy

literally wants you to cling to him

like just bury yourself into his arms as you pleasure yourself on him

lets out soft grumbles that can only be considered as some form of purring

"my sweetling, so good to me."

phoenix

literally does not know when to shut up

will run his mouth about how good you look and how well you're doing

easiest way to shut him up is to kiss him

the easiest way to keep him quiet is to make out with him

not just a few short kisses

I mean full sloppy kisses, desperate grabbing at each other and feeling all over one another

"c'mon baby, do it for me." "fuck, you're so good to me."

sova

an absolute sweetheart like brim

he'll keep his hands on your thighs as you rut against him

he'll take over when you start whining and slowing down

praise praise praise

sova loves seeing how your cheeks grow warmer and how you hide your face when he tells you how pretty you look

"such a good boy/girl for me, дорогой (sweetheart)." "its okay, I've got you, keep going for me, малыш (baby)

yoru

mixes praise and degradation like he's a fckn chef or smth

gets off on you rutting against his thigh as much as you're getting off to you rutting on his thigh

hickeys upon hickeys

love bites upon love bites

he can't keep his mouth off you

"look at the mess you made on me, you little whore." "fuck you look so pretty like this, fuckin use me, c'mon."

[hannieehaee]

What are your thoughts on svt regency au?😳👁👁

content: regency au (more like pride and prejudice au tho oops), duke!joshua, darcy!joshua, a very short telling of the p&p plot, etc.

wc: 394

a/n: when i think regency au i imagine pride and prejudice and the first thing that comes to mind is joshua as darcy ☝️🤓

(this is not proofread btw)

duke!joshua who all the other girls have been talking about for months, except none have actually had the chance of meeting.

there's talks that he's rich and handsome and the most eligible bachelor around, so of course all the girls in search of a husband are interested in him.

and turns out the talk of the town was correct, because the moment he walks into the ball, all movement stops and all eyes are on him.

except he seems a bit ... cold? maybe proud? he has his nose raised high and a perpetual frown on his face, but somehow still manages to be the most handsome guy around.

somehow throughout the night, you manage to catch his eye, offering him a slight bow as he gives you one in return.

thanks to his best friend dokyeom's interest in your sister, you are forced to be in their vicinity (not that you're complaining), listening in to them converse about both your sister and you.

it was all very light-hearted in nature, which allowed you to relish in knowing your beloved sister was receiving praise from one of the most eligible bachelors around (which was dokyeom, who had also been one of the most renowned bachelors of the season).

dokyeom had been gushing about your sister nonstop, eventually coming to ask joshua if he'd be interested in his beloved's sister (meaning you, of course).

unfortunately for you, you were also in earshot when joshua delivered his cold-hearted response, claiming you to not be handsome enough to tempt him in the slightest.

this immediately causing you to lose all interest in the man, now condemning him to be too proud a man for you to ever consider him worth your affections.

however, you'd end up being forced into the same societies as him time and time again after that due to dokyeom actively courting your sister.

unbeknownst to joshua, upon having heard his low opinion of you, you'd now become determined in challenging him as much as you could any time you were forced in his presence.

you'd both begin to develop a dislike for one another, not realizing the feelings arising between the two of you.

you growing too prejudiced to ever give him a second glance, and him too proud to back down from his pompous attitude, but somehow still falling for each other.

a/n: this kay this was very short and rushed and wont make sense at all unless u like pride and prejudice so yea ... anyways i love the concept of one day making a full on pride and prejudice fic :0

[stargalaxxy]

🧸ྀིCole Brookstone x Reader₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅Hai, so I'm sick so that's something that's going on with me... (¬`‸´¬) But now I'm off from work so maybe this will get me to write more stories ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ) But fr fr I've been thinking about this concept for a while but I was a bit shy in posting it bcs it is a bit suggestive... Ofc if it makes you uncomfortable I have other stories that you can read, I like this enough to keep it ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა You and Cole are in your 20's But I hope you guys like ittt.... Also I gave reader a bit of culture sooooo.... That's alll hope you enjoy!!!

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋

⭑.ᐟNow Playing: What You Know Bout Love by, Pop Smoke₊˚⊹♡

Tw. Suggestive, talk of nudity and possible sexy talk ahaha (ó﹏ò｡)

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆Living Together (๑>؂•̀๑)

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ Cole was the one who asked you to live with him, wanting to take your relationship to the next level.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ Having known each other for two years and being in a relationship for a year, you guys were more than ready to live on your own excited to take the next step together in your relationship.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ When you said yes, you both worked on finding an apartment to live in together. 

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ It was a one-bedroom apartment, and was something you both were excited about when you first saw the home on the market in your guy’s budget.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ Saying goodbye to your friends and family, Cole says goodbye to his team having lived with his brothers for so long he couldn’t help but thank them for the memories that they all shared together.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ They gave you both presents for your apartment either small gifts such as Knick knacks, or flowers wishing you two a happy future.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ Even with the sad departure the team always visits you two, as if you had never left. They would come in at your times of intimacy too, frustrating the both of you as they would playfully interrupt knowing full and well of what they were doing.

“y’know, it’s kinda like you guys never left~” Kai teases taking a bite of the dinner you made that was originally for you and Cole. 

“Hah, y’don’t say…” Cole huffs sitting with Kai, the rest on the floor watching tv. “Y’know this apartment isn’t really made for more than two people…” you pout as Nya giggles, “Don’t worry (y/n) we’ll be outta here soon just so you can get back to kissing your boyfriend~” You blush as you shove Nya playfully making her laugh. “Yea, and when Nya and I get our own place you guys can bother us whenever.” Jay grins as you smirk at Nya who smiled shyly. “Oh, you don’t have to tell me that, I’m gonna come and bother all of you when you get your own places~” Cole nods as he tilts his bowl up and finishes the soup you made.

…

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ Master Wu even gave you both gifts, different assortments of teas, both healing and with different flavors, it was something you both loved as the teas held different purpose of use. 

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ After getting settled in, you got straight to decorating, trying to find different things to match your guy’s styles.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ You had fun thinking of styles to share for your new home together, when you finished you, both loved the combinations of styles that worked well together.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ When asking Cole, he didn’t have much of a preference, just asking if you could put his records somewhere nice.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ Cole loves watching you decorate the house, helping with moving furniture to your liking seeing you put so much love into your home it made Cole so happy.

…

Cole loved it when you took him into furniture stores and obsess over different styles and colors to decorate your home with. Cole enjoyed the domestic lifestyle that he had. Wishing for a lifestyle such as this for the longest time, 

“Aah, this looks so good!” You gush as you both stare at the living room, folded moving boxes in the corner that had been left behind due to both of your procrastinations.

“Yea, I like it.” Cole had a hand around your waist a pleased expression on his face as he looks to the newly decorated room. 

Cole didn’t really have a preference letting you decorate, the only thing he wanted was his records somewhere. He liked how you always asked him what he thought about some stuff even if he didn’t have much of an opinion.

“As long as you’re happy, babe.” He would repeat as you’d shrug going crazy on your creativity to make it something that you both would love. 

You stretch as you pop your back. Moving to a new place is stressful, you both have been busy with jobs and Cole balancing ninja duties. Wanting to relax you would pull Cole by the arm towards the couch. 

Cole would pull you into a song to dance with him whenever he wanted to find ways to relax. But tonight, you both would criticize actors’ stupidity on tv, while Cole devours the dinner you make for him.

Cole stretches his arms, twisting his torso to the direction that he was stretching. You smile at him as you admire his muscles perturbing from his stretch.

You giggle as you kiss the muscle at his shoulder blade, “I’ll get dinner ready, kay?” You walk to the kitchen as you grab a pot and started to boil water.

…

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ On your first night together you both were so nervous, of course you both have slept together before, but now you guys would be sleeping together every night. 

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ Cole was nervous about his snoring, or crushing you, while you were anxious about accidently kicking him in your sleep or taking the covers.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ It took a while for you both to finally fall asleep, you were stiff, and Cole hardly moved. 

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ On the third night you both were so tired from shopping for groceries and furniture that you passed out on top of each other.

…

You whine on top of Cole your cheek resting against his bare chest, your legs straddled against his thigh as his chest rumbles from his soft snores. It lulled you back to sleep, his arm rests over your waist holding you, Cole’s stomach wakes him up propping an eye open to see the dark room.

You both had fallen asleep as soon as you guys had gotten home from shopping, Cole sniffs as he looks down, feeling a small weight on top of him. Smiling down he catches your sleeping face your quiet snores left your slightly a gaped mouth, his larger hand moves up your back rubbing your shoulder. His fingers graze your upper back tracing shapes, soon you wake up moving slightly you look up to Cole still asleep you rub your eyes trying to wake up.

“Hey babe~” Cole’s voice was horsed, hearing his morning voice brought butterflies to your stomach as your face grew hot. “C-Cole? When did we fall asleep?” you try to get up nervous from thinking you were hurting him. “When we got home, I guess we passed out” Cole explains pushing your body back down to his chest. Your face grows flustered feeling his warm chest against your cheek again, you slowly grow comfortable to place a hand on his bicep smoothly running your hand across his chest as he continues to trace shapes over your shoulder. 

Your time together was quiet and peaceful, hoping for this moment to last forever. The smile on both of your faces told you that there will be more of these quiet moments together, 

Groowwl 

“ehehe~” Cole chuckles nervously as you side eye him playfully grinning, “way to ruin the moment, blockhead~” he scratches the back of his head grinning as you rise from his chest. “Want some pasta?” you smile holding out your hand for Cole to take as his mouth starts to water, “can we have garlic bread?” Cole rises holding your hand as you both walk to the kitchen. “Just as long as you don’t burn it this time~” you tease pushing your finger into Cole’s cheek making him smile, “that was one time…” he trails as you huff at him, “of many, you’re horrible in the kitchen!”

…

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ Doing most of the cooking Cole would assist you by cutting, and washing to make side dishes, Cole can’t be left alone in the kitchen as he will find a way to burn it down. 

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ You both worked to pay for rent and other bills, with Cole still going on missions there are times where you would wait for him to come home. Times of when Cole did come back, he would find you in a different spot of your apartment passed out.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ Cole would always tell you not to wait for him as he didn’t want you to lose sleep because of him.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ But you tell him that you can’t sleep without knowing that he’ll come back safe, nodding off you finally fall asleep in his arms as he lays you down on the bed. 

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ He would shower before coming to bed, Being the element of earth brought a lot of dirt into the house and his body,

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ He would help clean, but you would help bathe him to get the extra dirt off him, being a routinely event of you laying him on the kitchen counter and washing his hair over the sink massaging his scalp chuckling as you hear his quiet snores.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ He loved those days of when you would wash his hair for him, you both knew he could do it himself, but you just wanted the extra moments with him, helping him take a load off his plate as well.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ You would teach him how to braid or brush your hair whenever he asks if he could do your hair. It was sweet how he wanted to return the favor.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ Another thing you both would do is have spa days together, creating homemade face masks for you both while Cole ate the cucumbers that were for your eyes. You would give him one of your animal headbands so the mask wouldn’t get in his hair,

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ He gets the bear ears no arguments.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ You both would play video games or listen to music letting the mask work its magic, drinking tea or eating treats that you both baked together.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ You would take care of Cole in other ways as well, whenever Cole got sick you would be there to keep him in bed reporting to either his job or team that he wasn’t feeling well ignoring his protest in being fine.

…

Placing a cold compress on Cole’s forehead he coughs opening his eyes, “you poor thing, I made soup do you wanna eat?” you run your fingers through his shaggy hair as he nods. 

“Even when sick I’ll never say no to your cooking~” Cole’s voice was rasped as he grins. “That would be so much more romantic without all the mucus, honey~” you giggle as Cole pouts at your teasing. 

“Ugh, being sick is the worst” Cole complains as you leave to get a bowl of chicken soup coming back and sitting next to him stirring the soup as you get a nice scoop.

Blowing softly, you bring the spoon to Coles lips, “open wide~” you sing as Cole opens his mouth and bites down on the spoon. 

Removing the spoon, you brought it back to the bowl as you get another scoop waiting for Cole to finish what was in his mouth.

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” Cole lifts a brow as you smile, 

“I don’t like seeing you in pain but feeding you does make me happy” you smile as you brought the spoon back to Coles lips. 

“I always love taking care of you Cole, I love you.” You confess as your cheeks grew warm, even with how much you have spent together, you both still blushed whenever displaying loving acts for each other. Cole’s face was also pink as he smiles up at you, 

“Thank you for taking care of me, every day I think back to that day I confessed to you and think how lucky I am to have someone like you.” You shake your head your smile still holding strong, “I’m the lucky one Cole, you brighten up my day, I’m so happy that you asked me to live with you. I can’t express how happy I am.” Tears start to collect as you lean down to kiss Cole’s forehead, Cole smiles as he basks in your affection. He raises his hand to capture your cheek as you lean into his touch, “I love you, (y/n).” you hum smiling. “I love you too Cole.” You whine, holding the back of his warm hand in your cheek. 

…

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ You were both shy in showing your bodies to each other, as you would change in the room given up by Cole and he would change in the bathroom. 

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ However, as you both got more and more comfortable you guys would forget to put clothes on, with you walking around the apartment to find a towel after showering. Or Cole walking in boxers during a hot day, or on laundry day when you both had on undergarments. 

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ You have been living with each other for months now, loving every moment you spend together, talking about your future…

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ as well as both your interests in a new addition.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ Whenever you both would go out you would notice how Cole would stare at baby clothes in shops, viewing from outside the window. 

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ You would gush at the many outfits or watch family’s hand in hand, or the chubby cheeks of family’s babies would give you both baby fever.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ However, your flustered faces would convince each other that possibly now was not the time to think about having a baby.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ So instead, you both adopted a pet, you both were looking at shelters or even breeders. 

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ But you both decided on adopting an older cat, wanting to give it a chance at a home and making their life comfortable, but also to start easy as this would be your first fur baby together.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ Your cat was calm as expected and would follow you both around rubbing itself against your legs and feet in affectionate greetings. Finding a name for her was difficult as calling her cheese given by the shelter didn’t fit the dark furred cat, so Cole thought of the name ‘Flint’. It was cute and so you guys stuck with the name,

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ You both would baby her as if she were a kitten, she would snuggle herself between you two in bed being another block in intimate moments but you both excused it because she’s cute.

…

You lay on the couch staring at the tv with Cole on top of you lazily, having come back from work he was exhausted and rightfully so. Running your fingers through his hair you smile, Cole’s head laid on your chest as he watches tv along with you.

You noticed how his breathing slowed, chuckling softly as Cole was close to falling asleep on top of you. You do admit it was a bit hard to breath, Cole felt like a big dog crushing its owner because they want to act like a lap dog.

But it felt comforting in a way, like a weighted blanket keeping you grounded, you liked it when Cole would be on top of you especially if you felt anxious or during the cold weather. His strong arms wrapped around your body or hanging off the couch like a sloth, you loved every second that you would take pictures of each other. Having so much that you two could make a collage. 

…

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ Random thought.. but Cole loves taking pictures of you whether secretly or together, he keeps them in a box, or he’ll pin them on the wall.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ You would blush finding his box full of pictures of you, some you don’t remember him taking.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ You did admire them though as you knew Cole took those pictures out of love for you. 

…

The night came and went as the morning sun kissed your face good morning; you hum as you look over to Cole your bodies tangled up.

Cole’s eyes were still closed, he was a heavy sleeper, so it takes a while to wake him up. You slowly move away unwrapping your arms and legs from him, you look back at his sleeping form. His knitted brows and slightly parted lips, you could hear his soft breathing.

Smiling you lift your body up from the bed to look at the nightstand next to Cole.

Cole’s camera sat on the table, with a picture of you and him. Laying on top of him your hand wrapped around his naked chest; your breast thankfully covered as the picture was taken from a side view. Cole’s hair was messy having a sleepy smile as he held a peace sign over your sleeping head. You wondered how the picture got there, as Cole fell asleep before you and you assumed he’s still sleeping.

You then feel yourself being pulled down onto the bed again, he just had to make a liar outta you. 

You look back at Cole his eye propped open as his hand holding your wrist, “where ya goin’ little girl~?” Cole’s morning voice rung like heaven in your ears as your blush.

“Breakfast, I thought you might like some in bed” you suggest as you turn your body to run your fingers through his hair with your free hand. Cole hums as he stares at your other hand in his as he brings it to his lips kissing it softly.

You chuckle as you pull away, “c’mon let’s eat big guy” you pull him up struggling as he decides to use his full weight for you to try and hold up. You laugh as he groans, “don’t be stubborn you big teddy bear, let’s eat we didn’t have dinner so I’m sure you’re hungry.”

“On the contrary~” Cole leans over you as he finally stands up pushing your body against his as you huff blushing. “Real food, you dummy~” you playfully smack his chest as you reach into your shared drawers and pulled out a shirt and shorts. “I’m hungry so c’mon!” You slip on your clothes as you walk out Cole chuckles as he brought out sweatpants and goes to follow you. 

He comes to the kitchen as he watches you work; he leans on the counter as he looks to the time. “Y’know, it’s pretty late for breakfast” he grins as you look to him, “call it brunch then~” you chop your vegetables as you place them in your pot, having already placed other things you needed it was a quick brunch.

Cole sniffs as he hums the ingredients finally coming together to make a delicious smelling aroma. “Mm, what’s that?” He walks over leaning down resting his chin on your shoulder.

“It’s called changua, it’s a Colombian egg soup, it’s really good!” You grab a spoon and stir as you fill it with the soup. You place your hand under it to blow and hold it up to Cole’s lips.

He opens as he leans forward to place the spoon in his mouth. He hums as you bring the spoon back, “you’re right it is good~” he walks to the cabinets to pull out two bowls as he sets them on the counter. 

You fill them up as you turn off the stove walking to the table to sit next to Cole. “My dad would make this all the time for me when I was little, so I learned how to make it.” You take a bite as you sway happily, Cole chuckles as he takes a bite as well. 

“It’s good, thank you” Cole smiles loving how he can still learn new things about you. “‘M’lucky (y/n), to have a girl like you, I can’t express how much I love you and cherish you for deciding to be my partner” Cole looks to your smile,

Cole brings you closer you both practically sharing one seat. He kisses the top of your head as you hold him close as well, “I love you, (y/n), so much. More than words could ever express.” You loved it when Cole would say those words to you, it made you so happy at how your heart would swell with so much love for him. And you knew you would get a thousand more as you both continue to be together.

“I love you too, Cole” you kiss him as you both look to each other, another kiss suggesting until both your stomachs growled in protest. You nervously chuckle as Cole rolls his eyes at his stomach being a mood killer.

You both turn to your bowls as you lift your spoons filling it with soup as you both brought to your mouths.

“Hmm”

“Mm”

You both hum as you look to each other after swallowing, you both smile and laugh at how in common you guys were. You soon settle and take another bite enjoying your quiet brunch.

AAAAA I finished, it feels short but this is what I could think of with fuzzy brain. ૮(˶╥︿╥)ა I hope you like anywayssss (˶ ˘ ³˘)ˆᵕ ˆ˶) 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ Love, ⋆˚࿔ Karrots 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[adoreangelia]

All Summer ── . ꪆৎ

pairing: weirdo!pouge!reader x rafe cameron

warnings: none ?

summary: after leading y/n on and ghosting her. Rafe decides to go for her again. This time he’s serious, or is he?

a/n: This my first real writing since i’ve been on tumblr and it’s highkey bad. I look forward to growing with my writing and community. anyway, keep in mind what I said about writing! Also i tried to not use y/n sm ik some people don’t like that so yeah. Try to not criticize me too much (I might cry) enjoy 🤗.

It was the first bonfire of summer. Everyone circled around the warm lit fire as it crackled. Blowing in the breezy summer wind. Red cups and cans of beer everyone held in their hands as laughter filled the air. It was peaceful finally seeing the kooks and pouges finally get along (somewhat).

Not you though, you liked being alone. Seeing everyone toghether made you happy. Taking a sip of the canned beer that rested in your hand.

when a hand come to your shoulder. your body tensing for a moment before seeing the familiar face of sarah cameron.

“Why don’t you come over there with us, it’s really not that bad once you warm up to it!” Sarah cameron encourages— she’s been trying to get you to gather around like everyone else.

“You know I don’t do crowds, and besides-” you begin before being interrupted.

“Hey y/n…” a raspy voice comes up from behind. you turn around to see rafe cameron. His hair grown out buzz cut— eyes hanging low, dressed in a navy blue polo shirt and khaki shorts.

When sarah and you became friends she’d invite you over, practically begging you to cover for her and topper. while they ran off doing only God knows what. rafe would come in sarah room acting as if he had lost something previously.

Some how a conversation would spark between the two of you— him always initiating the conversation first of course.

Eventually he’d stopped coming in there when you were alone. you just figured sarah found out and told him to stop or maybe he just stopped because he wasn’t interested anymore.

anyway, over you just stopped coming after that. partly because it hurt your feeling how he’d just led you on— plus you were getting tired of sarah only inviting you over when she needed a “cover”.

“fuck off rafe, she doesn’t wanna talk to you.” sarah scoffs rolling her as at her at older boy.

“no- no, it’s okay, seriously.” you give a soft reassuring smile placing a hand on her forearm.

“whatever you say— i’m gonna go find top look for me whenever you two are done, kay?” she mumbles, you give a small nod in response.

before rafe speaks he watches his sister walk away, making sure she’s far enough to not hear you both.

“She don’t seem to thrilled about this does she?” he sighs. “How you been doll? I haven’t seen you around tanny hill in a while.” he questions leaning in closer to you leaning on the tree beside you two.

“I’ve been good, just got tired of having to cover for sarah all the time.” you rub him off— not wanting to bad mouth his own sister in front of him. but most of all not talk to him.

Though it was the truth. In reality you hated covering for sarah everytime you went over to her house. The only good thing about going over to tanny hill was rafe— after he stopped coming to see you. so you started dodging sarah whenever she was even close to asking you to come over.

“yea, guess that shit would get annoying over time.” he agrees. “sorry for kinda just “ghosting” you like that, got caught up in my head n’shit-”

“I don’t need an explanation, it’s whatever i guess..” you didn’t want his pity— it was his choice to just lead you on like. getting your hopes up as if something would happen between you two.

“But it wasn’t like that, I just had to get m’shit together come on doll you’n know that.” His hand reaches out pushing a strand of hair from your face.

rafe steps closer— closing the gap between you both as he brings his lips to your ear whispering something into it.

“just give me a chance, you know i got you all day”

“I-I don’t know, I mean what about sarah— and our friendship I don’t want anything to happen between us. Even though she gets on my nerves at times I love her and-” you ramble, trying to talking your way out of the situation.

“you don’t gotta tell sarah shit…” his tone is stern but not aggressive, he pauses in his word before continuing.

“look all i’m sayin’ is— you don’t gotta to tell her every fuckin’ detail about your life y/n.” He suggest.

“she’s your best friend n’shit but come on, you gotta life to live too.”

“please doll, just one chance.” His pale blue eyes bore into yours, almost as if they’re begging.

I mean come on, how can you say no to a face like that?

a/n: okay this ending is kinda lazy lol, but I can give you guys a part two if wanted.

[a-kaash-me-outside]

a bit dirty - ch2

in which you hook up with osamu in a club bathroom and that's just the beginning. prev | ch2 | next [masterlist]

// most likely a bad idea ~ ᴏsᴀᴍᴜ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ~ 5608 ᴡᴏʀᴅs

a look into this chapter: 18+ minors dni nsfw, more exposition in this one, osamu being a caring adorable little bitch oh my god, fucking your boss, names names names pet names a million pet names, slight slowburn? like they fuck but-, afab she/her pronouns

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you can’t take your eyes off of him.

you can’t stop staring at miya osamu for a number of varying reasons, each one maybe a bit worse than the last starting with oh he’s looking at you and ending with he’s your boss and also your most recent hookup with a bit of wow he’s so attractive sprinkled in the middle. 

neither of you are saying anything. the tension is palpable, evident, buzzing in the air, and you just keep strong eye-contact with him because you don’t know what else to do. what do you say to him? do you instantly address it? let him bring it up? just walk out of here right now and leave in embarrassment?

osamu is about to open his mouth, save you from this repetitive torture in your head, but he’s interrupted by another voice.

“hey,” a voice calls from the kitchen, getting louder as the swinging door is pushed open and the blonde guy from last night emerges. “unless you need me to stick around and run front of house while you train today, i’m headin’ out, kay, samu?” his voice trails off at the end as he notices osamu just standing there, confused only until he sees you and remembers you right away. 

“holy shit,” he says, “what? did ya track him down or somethin? thought you didn’t know each other’s na-” the end of his sentence trails off again as he notices the apron in your arms and the signature onigiri miya black t-shirt that you’re wearing. “holy shit.”

“atsumu, kitchen, now,” osamu says, low and commanding and despite how joking and mischievous this atsumu seems, he knows not to push it any further than he already has. he pushes the swinging door open with his shoulder and walks back inside of the kitchen. 

it’s quiet again, but he’s already spoken now, the air of his voice still lingering as you wait for him to talk once more, to you this time. you take a few more steps inside towards the counter and when you’re close enough, you let your hands rest on the edge. “sorry, let me just,” osamu says, turning around and setting the rice cooker down on the counter by the kitchen door. he wipes his hands on his white apron and then walks back over to you. 

“we should probably talk about…,” he says, not finishing his sentence because both of you know exactly what you need to probably talk about. you don’t just know this man, he’s been inside of you. you nod in agreement, pushing the thought from your mind before you get yourself all flustered, setting your apron on the counter and tapping your fingers against the fabric.

osamu takes a deep breath very similar to the one you took right outside of the restaurant, “if you’re uncomfortable at all, i would be happy to ask around to my restaurant buddies to find you a new position or write you a letter of recommendation or-”

you cut him off, shaking your head curtly, “that won’t be necessary, really.”

“are you sure?” he asks, eyebrows furrowed, “i want to make sure that-”

“miya-san,” you interrupt, eyes flickering down to his name tag, “i’m not uncomfortable, i swear. i’m okay. i’m good. i wasn’t even working here when it happened. and it really isn’t a big deal, we don’t have to make it a big thing. it happened. it’s over. it’s a new morning,” kinda, you think, “and it’s in the past. i’m great to just move on from it.”

osamu is quiet, thinking over everything you’ve said, but not saying anything in return. 

“if- if that’s okay with you,” you tack on.

“yea, of course,” he responds quickly, “i just wanted to make sure that ya have a comfortable work environment and that,” he clears his throat, “last night doesn’t hinder that fact for ya.”

you shake your head back and forth. the thought of going through the process of finding another job, even with a recommendation letter and networking, is already giving you a headache. besides, you’d probably end up working for someone osamu knows anyway and then what? they know about what happened or they don’t and you have to guess whether they do or not? you shake your head harder. you can get over this. 

“‘m sorry i didn’t notice. if i’d’ve known your name or somethin’, i would’ve maybe put the pieces together, but i only saw your resume, didn’t talk to ya or meet with ya, y’know?” he says, hand on the back of his neck, eyes on the floor for just a moment. 

“no worries, i get it,” you say, tiny laugh, but you’re really thinking, wasn’t expecting my boss to be out at a club 6 hours before my shift. 

he hums, a knowing smile on his lips as if he read your mind and shot right back, wasn’t expecting my new employee to be out at a club 6 hours before her shift. 

“it won’t happen again,” you say, “already out of my mind,” you lie. 

“right,” he says, smiling, and you’re not sure if you’re reading into it or if it’s real, that same regret and hesitancy that you saw last night as he left without your number. he shakes whatever it is quickly, “lemme teach ya how to make the onigiri.” he nods towards the kitchen, pushes the door open for you and you walk under his arm, sliding past him, shoulder brushing up against his chest in passing. 

already out of your mind, yea fuckin’ right.

/\ /\ /\

if there was a chart of the relationship between the time you’ve spent working at onigiri miya and the tension between you and osamu, it wouldn’t be linear or exponential or constant in any sort of way, it would be disruptive, an arrhythmic pattern of ups and downs. 

even if the two of you hadn’t mentioned it a single other time, it lives in both of your heads, the events of that night. well, you know that it lives in your head, you suppose you can’t speak for osamu completely, but you can’t imagine the things that remind you of that night don’t remind him as well.

there are spans of time when you don’t think about it for weeks, usually the times that you aren’t scheduled as frequently or the back to back shifts that you spend busy out of your mind, no room in your head for anything other than work work work work work. you’re not sure if you welcome or rebuke these bouts.

in fact, between these mindless interim periods and the many instances that filled your head with reminiscing thoughts, you’ve survived over four months at onigiri miya without a single incident. rather, without a single explicit incident.

there were plenty of times that the chart spiked, that the chaotic pattern between your timeline and the tension skyrocketed only to fall back down to a normal level shortly thereafter, no follow up, no mention. 

it was as simple as his strong hands on your hips, exceedingly busy as he rushed from one side of the bar to the other, sliding behind you, but not wanting to bump you out of the way, unwavering grip, fingers digging into the fabric of your apron and your soft hips beneath it, a low sorry under his breath ghosting over the skin of your exposed neck. the butterflies that accompanied it and the bewildered look you threw him and the one he threw back as he approached the other side of the bar.

it was as quick as him reaching over your shoulder for something in the kitchen, fast-paced and thoughtless as his chest pressed up against your side, pushing you into the counter the slightest bit, hips pressing against your lower back, hand on your shoulder to steady you as he withdrew.

it was as innate as asking to tie your apron on one of your first days, hands smoothing over your stomach to find the strings without sight, pulling them a bit too taut as you step backwards into his hips, the way that he stayed put for a few moments before creating a bit of distance to tie it behind your back, one hand holding both loose strings as he adjusted it correctly against your waist, the carefulness of his fingers as they made a neat bow against your back and pulled it tight.

it was as effortless as a question, walking past the open door of the walk-in, “can i help you with that?” asking, arms already reaching up to support the heavy cardboard box that you were pulling down from the top shelf, not grabbing on until you nodded yes, and the second that you did, placing his hands on top of yours and guiding it down with you, soft hand on the back of your elbow, making sure, “got it?”

tonight is just another one of those nights, a night home to instances of incline and tension. you haven’t had one in a while. you enjoy living in these moments, drinking in the tiny amounts of callback to a really great night you once had. 

“shit, we were so busy tonight,” you say, throwing your bag over your shoulder, undoing your apron and stuffing it in said bag. you remove the clip that’s containing your hair, punch your employee number into the computer, clocking out and exhaling a breath without the weight of your work day resting on your shoulders. you are no longer on the clock, no longer responsible for people’s order and the restaurant's reputation. 

“yea, can’t believe you’re better than sumu and it’s only been a few months,” osamu laughs and you shrug with a false smugness. 

“what can i say?” you ask, tilting your head into your shoulder as you hold your shrug, a very genuine and prideful smile replacing your joking cocky one. “i had a really great teacher.”

“ha! so did sumu,” osamu says, pointing at you, “promise it’s not me makin’ the difference.”

ba-bump.

osamu clears his throat in the small bout of silence, shaking his head as if to reset. “anyway, seriously,” he starts, “thanks for stickin’ around and all your great work.”

“no sweat,” you say, fiddling with the strap of your bag to distract yourself from the praise he keeps sending your way. “i’ll see you tomorrow? i switched shifts with aran, so i think you and i are opening together, yay.”

he laughs, dipping his clean rag into the clean sink filled with soapy water, ringing it out tightly before wiping it along the bartop. “i do enjoy opening with you,” he admits, “ya know what you’re doing and i don’t have to babysit you.”

“i’m telling aran,” you quip, smiling.

“i mean, i don’t have to babysit aran either,” osamu points out.

“then what’s the difference?” you tease, but it’s not really supposed to be a tease, not like this. the two of you often joked around with each other, but typically in larger groups where there were more people to witness it and the words held less weight than they do now. 

osamu ignores your question, shaking his head as he throws a different one to you instead, “hey, didya even eat?” what was maybe meant to be distracting turns into straight concern, his eyebrows furrowed as he pauses his cleaning motions.

you tilt your head back. “shit, no,” you groan, “ugh, i was so busy i didn’t even remember to eat dinner.” you pull out your phone, opening your maps to try and find somewhere decent that’s open this late, somewhere fast and easy to get to. you let out another groan. “i could probably make it to-”

“i can whip ya up somethin real fast,” osamu says, cutting you off.

“no, no, you have to get home,” you wave your hand at him, eyes still on your phone as you scroll past all of the quick places on your way home that say closed closed closed closed. you point at him, “i know what time you’re in tomorrow, it’s far too late to make food.”

“i was gonna make myself dinner, anyway,” he says, hands up in surrender. you squint your eyes at him, skeptical. “honest,” he says and your words and breath get caught in your throat. you’re not sure he clocks the parallels and the way that that word has stuck around in the back of your mind for four months, but that coupled with his enticing smile is coaxing you back to the barstool. you set your bag on one of the seats. 

“fine,” you say, finger tapping on the wooden bartop before grabbing your apron back from your bag and reclipping your hair. “but i’m helping you in the kitchen so it goes even faster.”

“alright, alright, deal,” osamu says. his laughter is already buried in your chest and now his smile is burned into the backs of your eyelids and soon enough his entire memory will be with you no matter where you go.

you follow his instructions in the kitchen, chopping up vegetables and stirring the food on the stove and grabbing ingredients from the pantry and every so often when you’re not deadset focused on something and when he’s just casually moving around food in a pan, you watch him watch you with a very familiar look in his pretty gray eyes.

he’s behind the bar, standing as he’s about to take a bite of the dinner the two of you have quickly made and you’re sitting on the barstool in front of him. “do you ever sit?” you ask, spoonful shoved in your mouth as you realize how hungry you actually are now that you have food in front of you. 

“usually, no,” he laughs, watching your lips close around the spoon and smiling only once your food-caused smile arises. 

“well, come sit,” you say, gesturing to the seat beside you, “makin’ me feel like a customer or something, gonna start talking to you about the weather and how business is going if you don’t hurry.”

he doesn’t say anything, only offers a teasing eye roll as he pushes the bowl in front of the seat next to you and makes his way beside you, leaning down to pluck two beers from the fridge before joining you on the other side of the counter. he sits down, a soft grunt falling from his lips as he realizes that, huh, he really hasn’t sat down all day and, huh, it does feel nice, but maybe that’s not entirely due to the fact that he’s sitting. in fact, most of it is probably due to who he’s sitting with. 

“see? isn’t that better?” you ask, reaching in front of him and taking one of the beers. you stand up in your seat, reaching over the counter and grabbing the bottle opener because you know exactly where it is without even having to look. he hums in agreement.

by the time your bowls are finished, so are a handful of beers, 2 for you, 3 for him, and long after your dinner is over, each of you are nursing one more. you have been for the better half of an hour. you haven’t mentioned the time and he hasn’t either and there isn’t any plan to.

“thanks for dinner,” you say, a bit quieter now because you’re facing him, knee up clashing against his as you swivel in your chair, but neither of you say anything about it and you don’t go to move it. you rest your head in your hand, chin on your palm as you smile up at him, warm from the alcohol and the fact that you’ve been dying to have a moment like this with osamu since the moment you were hired.

“wasn’t gonna let you go home hungry, doll,” he says, lets it slip in the lateness of the night and the laziness of the conversation and it takes him a few half-seconds to clock it. when he does, his mouth is open, back straighter, instantly about to apologize, but you reach out, desperate for him not to regret it, and you rest your hand on his upper thigh.

“i know,” you say, low and viscous, tip of your tongue swiping against your bottom lip, teeth biting down, slow blinks and fingers curling against his toned thigh, “you’re thoughtful like that, samu.”

you swear you can hear his heart skip a beat as he tries to take in everything that’s happening, tries to make a rational decision, but any rationality is quickly leaving his mind as you stand up, supporting yourself on his thigh, now standing between his chair and yours, little room to move, pressed up against the sides of his knees. 

your movements are slow, giving him plenty of time to object or stop you, but he doesn’t. his lips part as your palm rests against his jaw, thumb under his chin to tilt his head up towards you and if you could hear his heart skip a beat earlier, you know he can hear how furiously yours is beating right now. 

you lower your head, guide his lips to yours and kiss him again, finally. he tastes like beer and dinner, but somehow just like you remember him tasting that night. it takes him only a second to move, for his brain to catch up to the events that are happening, but when he does, it’s like something snaps. 

hand on your lower back, standing up to meet you, to pull you closer to him, other hand on the side of your neck, fingers spanning the skin, massaging your throat, curling around the back, fingers grabbing onto strands of your hair, his touch is desperate. 

his kiss is even worse, teeth dragging against your bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth, tongue mashing over yours, he can’t taste you enough. and you get it. you understand more than anyone because you’ve had to work with osamu for the last four months, see him every week, be reminded of his strong arms and tight chest and pretty eyes and soft voice and you need him very quickly, embarrassingly quickly. 

you want to take your time, more time than you were given in the club, more time than you could ask for. you want to kiss down his chest and feel his heavy cock on your tongue and have his head between your thighs, but your mind is filling in all of the blanks, telling you exactly how the rest of the night is going to go and it doesn’t matter how much you want hours and hours of teasing foreplay and drawn-out intimacy, you’ve been empty since he came all over your thighs.

you let him hold your face, move you to kiss him exactly how he wants to be kissed, and you snake your hands down to his belt and his zipper. you need him now. you murmur it into his mouth, down his throat, “need you now, osamu, please, been so long, please.”

he hears you, every whiney syllable, every desperate word, and he’s not going to deny you, no matter how badly he wants to taste you like he didn’t get to taste you before. “okay,” he breathes, “not here, though, puppy, okay?” 

he cycles through acceptable places for him to fuck you in his restaurant and the very open floor plan of the main dining area definitely isn’t it. absolutely not the kitchen either. his office is locked, would take an entire code, a 2 minute waiting period, and, at worst, a call to his security company. he looks down at you, eyes darting all around your whimpering face and you know what he’s going to say before he’s even said it. 

you laugh first, and then nod. “guess i was right,” you say, “that you’re gonna fuck me in the bathroom again.”

he doesn’t know whether to roll his eyes again or shake his head jokingly or laugh along with you, so he doesn’t do any. “thank god,” he groans, pulling you through the restaurant into the single-room women’s restroom. 

he shuts the door behind him and locks it as if anyone was even able to get inside of the restaurant right now. still, being trapped in these confines is reminiscent in the best way. it’s cleaner here, quieter. you’re able to focus on osamu instead of worrying about touching wet spots and if people can hear you.

you’re in front of the mirror staring back at yourself and osamu behind you. you go to turn around, to face him, but you watch his hands root onto your hips, fingers digging in to hold you still, and then you watch them slip under your shirt, the shape under the fabric moving from your tits to your stomach up to your neck and back down to the button of your jeans. 

all the while, he’s grinding into you, hard cock confined in his jeans thrusting into your ass and all you can do- all you want to do is watch it happen. he’s not paying any attention to the mirror, but he makes sure that you are, moving your chin to stare directly back at yourself every time you turn your head.

he kisses the side of your neck as he quickly undoes your jeans, zipper, hooks his fingers into the waistband of both and pulls them down to your ankles, nudging them apart while he’s down there to spread them as far as they can. you can’t see him fiddling with his own, but you can hear it and you can see his arms moving in the mirror, head down, and you can hear his jeans fall onto the floor as well.

“can- can i ask?” you preface your question with a question, timid and sweet, and he looks up into the mirror, meets your eyes and there’s no way that he can turn you down.

“anything,” he says, hand on the base of your neck, heel of his palm pushing as it slides down your spine. your chest falls towards the sink slowly, both of your hands gripping the sides of it as your face gets closer to the mirror and the faucet. 

“did-,” the question is circling in your head, but the embarrassment is rising to your cheeks, trapping it in your throat, you can’t get it out. you look at him through the mirror. 

“what is it, doll? anything,” he reminds you, three fingers gingerly touching your clit, following up between your lips, scooping some of the mess that he’s already of you onto his fingertips to circle around his leaking head. 

“did you- were you thinking about this? have- have you thought about this?” you ask, because you’re dying, burning, aching to know. 

“that’s hardly appropriate, bunny,” he says, shaking his head. 

you feel so warm, insanely warm, impossibly hot, but he leans down and kisses the back of your shoulder, replacing his lips with his grip as he pulls you backwards onto his cock, not using his hand to guide himself inside, but the tightness of your cunt sucking him in again. he grunts as he enters you, fingers like a vice on your shoulder so hard that if you weren’t so drunk off the feeling of being so full again, it might even have hurt. 

he lets out a soft laugh, a tiny chuckle, “every fucking night, angel.”

you don’t get to watch it disappear inside of you, but you get to watch osamu’s expression as he does, eyes screwed shut, chin tilted upwards as a moan rises from his chest and leaves his throat. the stretch is so much better than last time, no prep from his thick fingers, just his fat cock slipping inside of you, hips driving it deeper until they’re right against your ass. 

he pushes the back of your shirt up, places the heels of both of his palms in the small of your back, soft against your skin, and then he moves you back and forth on his cock. he moves his hips to match the pace, fucking into you repeatedly, eyes trained on your movements in the mirror, of your facial expressions melting as his cock drags against your fluttering walls. 

“o-,” you whimper, “s- samu, fuck.” your fingers grip into the sink harder, trying to brace yourself as best you can, pushing back onto his cock as he continues to fuck you because you can’t get enough. you need him deeper, harder, more. 

“should’ve told you my name that night,” he says, clicking his tongue. he reaches down, grabs you by the inside of your thigh to spread your legs even wider, and then rubs small circles into your swollen clit. your arms are shaking against the sink at the feeling. you’re unraveling very quickly, eyes closing, unable to focus on the sights in front of you and now it’s him that can’t take his eyes off your reflection. you look fucked out, gorgeous, adorable, eyes rolling back, trying so hard to stay strong as your first orgasm approaches.

“what?” you breathe at his last sentence, eyebrows furrowed, so much on your mind. he could mean a million things. you can barely focus on not crashing your face into the faucet let alone understanding whatever he’s saying.

“sounds so good coming out of your mouth,” he huffs, picking up the pace, balls brushing against the inside of your thighs as he fucks into you harder, “need to hear it forever, pretty girl.”

you don’t even say it to show off or to make him happy, barely register what he’s asking for, just need to repeat it over and over again because how else are you going to prove that the noises you’re making are just for him, are because of him. “s- samu, please, gon’ come, please make m’ come, samu,” you cry.

“can’t say no to you, dove,” he whispers into your skin, kissing the back of your shoulder softly as he rubs his messy fingers against your throbbing clit. 

a symphony of thank yous and osamus leave your tongue as you come around him, walls choking his fat cock, gushing all over him as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. when you’ve come down from your high, when the immense pleasure has faded, you feel weak, drunk, so fucked out that you can barely stand, arms wobbling against the edges of the sink. osamu notices it in an instant, leans back, takes care of you, pulls you up with him, walking backwards, holding you in place on his cock as he pushes his back up against the bathroom wall. you can still see yourself perfectly in the mirror when you recover enough to fully open your eyes. 

you can’t imagine that the way that he’s holding you now is a walk in the park, supporting all of your weight on his thighs and in his hands, but he’s acting like it’s nothing, or maybe it is nothing to him. regardless, you feel completely supported as he thrusts up into you and you fall back down onto his cock. you’re not moving a muscle, not expending a single bit of energy other than to keep yourself from falling from side to side and even that is helped by osamu’s hold on you. 

you’re moving like a doll on top of him, bouncing up and down. he can barely get a good look, view obstructed by you, but he can see the ripples in the fat of your ass as you slam down against his hips. he can hear the sharp inhale every time his head dives as deep as it can go. he can feel how tight you are around him, how your walls hug him perfectly. he can remember how much he’s missed this feeling, how he’s tried to replicate this snugness with his fist and failed miserably.

“fuck, angel, gonna come,” he exhales.

“gonna fuck m’ thighs again, samu?” you ask, sweet and thick like syrup and he grunts at the tone, hips skipping just from the sound of your voice.

“yea, puppy, been thinkin’ bout this since that night,” he says, kissing the side of your neck, pulling out of you quickly as he feels the tightness in his balls. he slips between your thighs, soft and plush and messy. he fucks up into them the same way he fucked into your cunt. you squeeze your thighs around his hard length as tight as you can and he almost falls to the ground, a growl leaving his throat as he fucks your thighs even faster. you reach down, wrapping your fist around his head, swiping your thumb over the slit, tightening your grip as he fucks into it.

his release is unannounced, ropes of come spilling over your fist and onto your thighs, running down the insides of them gathering around the base of his cock as he slips through the mess he’s made, come leaking from the tip, drooling down the sides, between your legs and onto him. 

he presses his back completely against the wall, slides onto the floor breathless, arm instantly wrapping around your stomach to hold you in place and you don’t mind one bit, leaning back into him, feeling his heartbeat against your back and his cheek nuzzling into your neck, small kisses being placed at the base. 

you could’ve fallen asleep here, right here, in osamu’s arms.

you really could’ve fallen asleep here.

right here.

in osamu’s arms.

in the bathroom of onigiri miya.

where you work.

where someone could’ve found you in the morning. 

a customer or a coworker or someone much worse. 

fuck.

you’re too far down on the floor to see your reflection in the mirror still and you’re so grateful for it. you don’t want him to see the pained expression on your face and you don’t want to know what his looks like either. “we-,” you hesitate because you really don’t want to say what you’re about to say, “we probably shouldn’t- do this anymore-,” you whisper.

his response is instant, remorseful, embarrassed, “fuck, shit- yea, no, i’m so sorry-”

“no,” you cut him off, shaking your head, “i don’t- i don’t regret it,” you say, strong, “don’t regret the first time, definitely don’t regret this one, fuck actually, i really needed that, but i think maybe that should just be our last time.” if he can hear your voice break and crack a bit at the end, he doesn’t mention it as you push on, “‘ts a fine line we’re walking, fucking in the bathroom at work.”

“neither of us on the clock,” he notes and you suppose that does make it somewhat better, though, you’re not sure he’s ever really on the clock, “but you’re completely right.” he lets go of your waist. you’re slow to move to your feet, terrified that this whole act of cleaning up and going home will be weird and awkward, but the second that you’re off of him, he rushes to his feet, pulls you up gently, one hand on your waist to steady to you as you stand up straight. 

he hands you tissues and fixes himself up, brushes your hair out of your eyes and looks at your lips as he does and the atmosphere of the bathroom isn’t awkward or weird, it’s impossibly hard. you don’t want to leave, suddenly feeling very guilty about telling him that you should probably stop these impromptu sessions because you’re not sure how you’re going to keep up with your side of the bargain at the very least.  

“should we-,” you motion to the floor, to the wet marks and the fingerprints on the sink. he shakes his head.

“i’ll get it in the mornin’, okay? you head home,” he gestures to the front door. 

“are you sure?” you ask, smoothing out your shirt, swallowing gently as you look into his soft gray eyes. 

he nods, quick and assured. “i’ll see ya in the morning.” he hesitates before adding, “unless you want me to call aran and see if he won’t switch back with ya-”

you shake your head, “no way. you prefer opening with me anyway,” you tease, “i’ll see you in the morning, samu.” you offer a small wave as you leave the bathroom. 

he doesn’t move until he hears the front door open and then close again and then he lets out a huge sigh, puts his face in his hands and lets out another along with a small, but audible, “fuck. fuck, how does she this to me?”

he doesn’t hear the door open and close the second time, the time that you actually leave after hearing his exacerbated private sentence with your forgotten bag in tow and a sinking feeling in your stomach.

the guilt is biting at your heels as you walk down the street to your bus stop, screaming at you to turn around and run back and kiss him very hard and very confidently, god knows you could’ve, but you don’t. 

each step is heavy, dragging, and your bus shows up at the exact second that you make it to the stop, no time to overthink decisions or even look back in the direction whence you came. 

and yet, despite everything, no regret is harbored in your heart or your veins, just an underlying fear that you won’t be able to follow your own rules very well or very long.

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Dad! Astarion x reader

Tw:Cazador,thigh biting (chat….erm giving??), something else who knows I’ll edit it, oh yea….trauma, crying vampires

You stood in the middle of the room listening to the screaming match between your son and your husband. Your son had broke something, it wasn’t even expensive or sentimental but your husband and child have been boiling and keeping a tight seal on it so everything that came out was from a deeper wound. 

  “You know dad all you do is try to control me!!” Your son yelled, his nickname was Kay. It was a little thing you gave him after he would beg you to tell him the story of you, hero of faerun but your friend, Karlach, was the one he loved hearing about. “I control you? Don’t you even try that with me Kay! I’ve given you freedom totally appropriate for your age!” Your mind buzzes itself out of the conversation “Mom!” Your son looked at you, begged you to step in. You turned to Astarion who shook his head signaling for him to handle this. It was a respect thing. You don’t downplay Astarion in front of his son, not even if you disagree. It was so your son could understand the respect he gives you is also given to his father. So you stayed silent. “Seriously?!” Kay scoffed “yes seriously, you know you always have an excuse for doing anything kay it’s always ‘it wasn’t me dad’ ‘it’s not a big deal dad’ you need to be cautious and careful. What if that meant a lot to me?” Astarion asked, trying to be calmer for your son. “But it doesn’t so what?” Your son snapped “All you do is complain about how much you do for me. I hear about it all the time!” Your husband laughed tiredly “yea well I wish my son wasn’t some stubborn idiot!” You slapped Astarions shoulder “Hey, that’s eno-“ 

“well at least I’m not weak.” Your son's tongue was moving like a snake. It was going to sink his words into your husband like a fang. “That’s enough” you said but then Your husband pushed you “no, no tell me! What do you mean?!” Your husband walked over towards your son, your son stood up straight puffing his chest, his hands balled up and you felt that…rage. From both of them. Rage and pain. They were both looking at each other waiting. Your son decided he was going to take it farther. “La’zel told me about you dad. Before me, with the tadpoles, You and mom, but she also told me about Cazador.” You saw Astarions face twitch. “You just suffocate me dad! You tell me what to do, what not to do, how to act, stand, sit, behave. Not because your my father! You keep me under your foot because you don’t want me to be some victim like you.” The words slipped off his tongue like a slur and you were tempted to grab it. You stepped forward “Both of you! We’re all just tired and you are saying things you don’t mean.” You sighed one hand on Your son's head and the other on Astarions side “no…no he meant it. He meant all of it.” Astarions usual face of disgust and sadness stayed on his face “you have one more time to disrespect me, after that your going to uncle gale in water deep for winter. I pray to the gods that I do not rip the tongue of my only child right here.” You sighed your hands flopping over your face “both of you,please we’re all just tired.” 

  “Shut up! All you do is try to fix it. You can’t! He obviously thinks of me as some weak victim. Maybe he’s right.” Astarions voice shook and broke “Kay. Go prepare for bed.” Astarion hands shook as he pointed to the stairs watching your son walk off. 

  What a shit show

You had begun talking to yourself in your thoughts like The dream visitor just for some comfort? You turned to your Husband halfway out the door “Star where are you goin?” You chased after him “I’m going to kill that gith!” He stormed towards a traversal sigil “Woah! No no my love! Don’t do that, she is our friend, remember?!” You stood in front of the sigil. Your husband's striking eyes were like a force pushing you to move, but you stood there. You saw the way his eyes watered some tears trickling before he went full into a breakdown “How dare she? How Dare She!” He sobbed falling to his knees and you immediately were at his side shushing him “That wasn’t for him to know! Till he could understand! How could she release that to My child?! I’ll kill her!” He cried into your shoulder “shh..my star. She probably didn’t mean bad by it. She was telling him your story.” You rubbed his hair giving his droopy ears a small kiss “yea, a story about a broken man.” He gasped barely getting the sentence across “yes, a broken man. A man who pieced himself together took back his identity, met people, made freinds, learned that there is good in the world. Released vampires that suffered your same peril. And he wasn’t a victim. Wasn’t weak. He was a survivor and he was strong. One of the most fearless strongest of us all. And he didn’t see how selfless he was till the end. And seeing all the good he did all the people he saved all the lives he freed.” Astarion only sniffled looking up at you “then, our hero had another journey, love…learning what it is to be loved and not just lusted for. And after that scary journey he put himself in another challenge…being a father having a son.” You whispered in his ear it twitched against your cheek as it perked itself up Astarion still shook from his previous tears you sighed “My little star. You are magnificent.” You hugged him rocking him, kissing him down his cheek to his lips with his permission the small taste of salt slipped past your lips from his tears they continued to fall. “Hush my love…hush now.” You kissed under his eyes earning a small “hun” from him kissing away the tears pulling away and looking at those puppy eyes. You pecked him harder a few times hearing his sobs turn to giggles “There you are.” You said with a  smile getting up pulling Astarion with you. “Come my star…do not let someone or something. Separate you and our son. Cazador doesn’t get to take this away from you too.” You said sternly looking into his eyes he nodded silently his small “I know..” how could he explain what Cazador did to him to his son…he already thinks he’s weak. That he probably isn’t even a man. “Darling” you said, pulling him away from those thoughts, Cazadors grip. “I’ll be right next to you.” You wiped some dirt off his cheek and he only leaned into your touch. You guys were a team. 

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  The conversation was hard. Astarion had to take a few breaks to step out of the room. He didn’t want to cry in front of his child. But when he got through it your son had questions you let Astarion answer them which was his right. But when it was heavy Astarion would grip your hand almost like he had wylls contract on his tongue but he was asking for your help. 

 “Why didn’t you just leave when you had the chance?” Kay asked a little confused and maybe some of it went over his head. No worries. Astarion gripped your hand tight. “Well son, it wasn’t so easy. Cazador was the one who turned your father and so Cazador was his master. Your father tried to run once before me and him met but he was punished by spending years in a grave, alive. Scared” you rubbed astarions knuckles with your thumb soothing him subtly “it was to teach him…no…scare him, to make him never run off again. That his purpose was to serve cazador. And the abuse your father went through” A death grip on your hand. Warning you not to go into detail to not make him relive those restless nights. Those torturous days. You let go of his hand pulling him closer by his waist and he scooted comfortably against you. You rubbed his side comforting him. His hand was on your waist also, he trusted you. “…the abuse your father went through. Well it was horrible and horrific. That’s all you need to know.” You squeezed Astarion a little and he breathed a sigh of relief. Your son nodded climbing out of his bed and to your husband hugging him shaking and sobbing “I’m sorry dad I didn’t mean anything I said. I know your not a victim and none of it was your fault.” He sobbed his ears drooping in shame. He knew his father was strong and you knew the boy looked up to him. You were the only one to see it. Mother knows. Your son copied everything about his father from his attitude to his confidence and even some of his flaws…speaking out of anger. “oh my sweet little one…thank you it’s okay…and, I’m okay.” Astarion rubbed your son's tears off his face “I’m not an idiot right da?” 

“No little one.” Astarion held him close and he looked up at you mouth saying ‘thank you’ he closed his eyes. You went to go eat it seemed inappropriate but you wanted them to have some time. Time to cry in each other's arms and realize that when you passed…and you will. They will only have each other. 

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You walked in your son's room seeing Astarion get up and walk to you “watching him sleep huh?” You chuckled. “Hush now, let's go to our room, yes?” He sighed tiredly and you just laughed picking him up on your back walking to the bedroom and laying him on the bed you helped him undress not in a rough sexual way. Just taking his clothes off as he lazily lifted his arms above his head “darling…” he whispered you were busy taking off hiss shoes and rubbing his feet pushing your thumb into the bottom of his left foot moving it up and down hearing him sigh. “Darling..” he whispered again and you took off his pants folding them neatly like how he showed you and feeling you kiss from his ankle up to his inner thigh nibbling softly on the tender skin “mm~ love..” he asked for your attention this time you acknowledged it “yes my star?” You said rubbing away the red mark on his thigh “will you please come cuddle with me already?” You smiled “of course.” You smiled before grabbing a few more nibbles and pecks on his tender thigh he  giggled kicking you off “stop it, you’ll bruise me!” You kissed his hips and up his stomach crawling onto him his legs wrapping around your waist holding you down “behave…” he warned and you pouted whining into his stomach he rolled his eyes “darling let’s rest…please” and you looked down sadly “do my kisses not satisfy you anymore?” You sniffled and he covered his mouth to hide the awe. He said his eyes sparkling from Your cuteness “my love your kisses nurse me back to health. But it has been a…long long day baby. And all I need is for you to hold me and I do the same…you can kiss me the whole night while we cuddle.” He let his legs relax and you smiled laying next to him pulling him close his back to your chest and he got into a fetal position “there just perfect” he purred 

…..

“Love, did you just bite me?”

….

“no.”

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 Hopefully you enjoy this guys like you guys enjoyed other papa Astarion but erm. Idk this is a bit angsty. I think it’s easy to write good fun parts but I always find I like the conflict and the resolve and I thought it would be important to have Astarion explain his past to his child unfortunately because of la’zel and her literal attitude she didn’t think before saying anything and well yea but it was out of pure love and admiration for Astarions perseverance and strength but it was supposed to be on his own time and I think that’s what made him so upset…I’m saying this like I didn’t write it.