#zoned out on the couch and he does little wiggles

[marvelousmisterwidogast]

Shoutout to whoever said that Swiss shimmies as a stim. I love this headcanon.

[airbendertendou]

a small compilation of moments between autistic!reader + connor happy disability pride month <3

anon requested : hi! i was wondering if you could do something with connor and the autistic reader and like them going nonverbal and how he would handle that? You don’t have to do it if you don’t wanna! :)

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temperature irregulation ♥︎

hank was a firm believer in a cold house. when the summer season came and brought a heatwave with it, the older man wouldn’t allow anything other than a brisk, chilly living room.

it was often you’d come over to go over old cases and study with hank. interning with the detroit police department was fun — the academy, however, you could live without. you’d learned to dress warm when visiting hank’s house, having a hard time warming up once you were cold.

“here,” a thicker sweater is placed over the couch, the sleeve laying on your shoulder. you take it without thought, swapping your thinner one for the new one. connor smiles at the pattern on your fuzzy socks, the sight of your toes curling in delight at the warmth bringing something tender to his brain. “better?”

you nod with a hum, “thanks, detective.”

hank rolls his eyes, hiding the curl of his lips at your obliviousness. “anyways, as i was saying—”

[interrupted] routine ♥︎

every day at 12:10 pm, you’d wander into the breakroom for a snack and drink refill. connor didn’t mean to memorize your specific regimen — but after watching you do the same thing for a week straight, it stuck to his mind.

you loitered in the doorway to the breakroom, peeking in occassionally to see if it’d emptied out any. gavin caught your gaze, rolling his eyes at your hesitance. it was then you spotted the mug in his hands — your mug, the one you always used. your frown deepened.

connor budged his way into the crowd, bumping into gavin and causing his drink to spill. every curse leaving the human’s mouth went ignored — connor only watched as you cowered away from gavin’s angry steps as he left. grabbing the dropped mug, connor rinsed it four times before holding it out to you shyly.

you crept into the breakroom, grabbing the handle of the mug and shooting the android a thankful grin.

stimming with pressure ♥︎

hank opened the door to his house with a sigh. connor’s eyebrows furrowed as he tilted his head, questioning the elder silently. hank leans against the door, “[name]’s been here a while, s’all. won’t leave my bathtub.”

a safe zone, connor concludes, somewhere small and compact ; where you could see every corner and every threat. he makes his way to the bathroom without another thought, pausing at the sight of you.

your eyes are closed, face crumpled in displeasure as you clench and unclench your fists in a pattern. connor knocks on the door, announcing his presence without startling you. your eyes fly open, “hello, detective.”

“you can call me connor, if you’d like.” the android steps further into the bathroom slowly, allowing you to object if you need to. your eyes stay on him — his thirium pump stutters in his chest. “anything i can do to help?”

taking in a deep breath, you puff your cheeks as you release the air. “maybe. if you don’t think it’s weird.”

connor stares down at you, his upper lip curled in hesitance as you lay in hank’s bed. you adjust yourself, wiggling around until you’ve splayed your limbs where you want them. you blink up at him, “well?”

“it is a little... strange.” connor tries to be nice, he really does. but asking an android to lay on you — to put their full weight on you — he’s concered. “i will crush you.”

you roll your eyes, “i have a weighted blanket at home ; it’s no different.”

“i weigh quite a bit more than—”

“are you going to lay on me or not, connor?”

maybe it was the sound of you saying his name for the first time ; maybe it was the way you looked so defeated. whatever it was, connor found himself laying on you as gently as he could. the relaxation was immediate — he could feel the breath of relief you let out ; the way your body sagged.

you fell asleep that way — with connor holding his breath and tensing up the closer you got.

sensory overload ♥︎

the scene you were going to was a lot. it was nighttime now, the sirens and flashing lights bringing everyone’s attention this way. hank leaves the car first, grumbling as he goes. the sound that leaks through his open door causes you to whimper.

connor turns his head to you, “everything alright?”

your gaze hasn’t left the window as you squint, blinking at all of the lights. you gulp before biting your lip. “i’ll be fine. this is what i signed up for.”

you’re barely out of the car and already wincing at the noise and the lights. you can’t see hank ; can’t hear or understand anything being said around you. the world is blinking in hues of red and blue, wailing sirens going off with every flash of the lights.

the sound grows muffled as soft and sturdy hands cup your ears. a thumb moves from your ear briefly, just long enough for you to hear a whisper. “close your eyes and i’ll lead you into the house. that’s where the lieutenant is.”

trusting connor’s words — a little too easily — you squeeze your eyes shut. your hands go up to cover his, sealing your ears from the harsh sounds around you. stumbling a little here and there, you eventually feel a difference in temperature as you enter the house.

letting out a sigh, your shoulders moving with the motion, slowly your eyes peel open. you glance at connor, ignoring the tenderness of his gaze. “thanks, connor.”

he lets out a deep breath, ignoring the sly grin hank sends his way. “no problem, [name].” 

verbal shutdown ♥︎

it happened so quick. your safe foods had vanished from their designated cabinet ; your chair’s wheel was squeaking incessently ; hank hadn’t shown up today. everything was piling on and you finally exploded.

the evidence locker was empty as you shakily typed in hank’s password. you hit the wrong button a few times, squeezing your eyes together at the little beeps. your breathing picks up — you hold it in your chest and shake your hands, releasing the tension built inside you.

you all but crawl into the secure room, your back hitting the wall as you sit down. your eyes squeeze shut again and you go through the motions, choosing the less destructive ways to calm yourself down.

none of them work.

when connor finds you, you’re drawing shapes on the floor with your finger. you’ve curled into yourself, not making a sound ; your usual means of comfort absent from your lips. he walks to you cautiously, “[name]? hank has returned. he’s asking to see you.”

you don’t move ; not a sound falls from your lips. connor sits in front of you, crossing his legs as he waits. from his suit pocket comes a ring of multicolored notecards — your eyes flash to his at the sight of them. connor holds them out further so that you can see them properly. “want to use these?”

a miniscule nod, but it’s enough to make him smile. “alright,” he flicks through the blue cards — feelings. stopping at your set of upset verbs, he slides the ring your way. “any of these describe how you’re feeling?”

a shaky finger hits the word overstimulated before dragging over to panic. connor nods, flipping to the pink set — solutions. “what do you want to do? go home ; nap ; have a snack ; get your puzzle book ; coloring book...” connor holds them up to you, reading out each one until you nod — except you don’t. pausing, connor speaks up again, “want me to leave?”

you shake your head. slowly, your hand crawls across the floor until it meets his. you nudge his hand, curling your fingers under his. connor holds his breath, adjusting your fingers until you’re holding hands properly. his eyes stay to the floor, “this is okay, too. let me know when you’re ready to leave.”

emotional regulation ft. lots of crying ♥︎

“connor,” your voice brings him out of his work. standing beside his desk, connor watches as you sway side to side. he tilts his head and it makes your eyes water. “i’m going to cry.”

that was his cue to take you into his arms. connor stands to do so, gathering your body against his and rocking you side to side slowly. your body hiccups a few times, sniffles leaving your nose occassionally. you seem to calm down even more as he rubs your back soothingly — connor’s led light flashes yellow as he stores that information for later.

you pull away with a deep breath, rubbing your face with the hoodie you’re wearing. connor frowns, “better?”

you nod, “needed that. thank you.”

“want to tell me what upset you? only if you want to.”

connor never knew what to expect your answer to be. sometimes you just shook your head and snuggled close to him again. other times, you did talk about why you were crying and it made connor realize the extent of human emotions. 

“no more chocolate in the snack cabinet.”

“had a nice dream.”

“hank is wearing yellow.”

“it’s such a pretty day today!”

“too much noise.”

“gavin cut his hair.”

you let out another sniffle, lips pouting in thought. “not too sure this time. jus’ felt like i needed to cry.”

connor nods to himself, his led light whirring yellow once more. “i’m glad you feel comfortable with me, [name]. i’ll be here if you need another cry.”

you grin, meeting his eyes for a brisk second before reaching out to hold his hand. you swing your entwined hands lightly, grin softening into something gentle. “i know. thanks, con.”

the detective was sure he’d implode because of you soon. just not yet — not when you’re still holding his hand.

——♥︎—— for some reason my brain tells me to only write autistic readers n pair them w connor. like?? work w me here!! anyways. i hope this was okay, remember to take your meds, drink some water and have a nice snack!! airbendertendou © do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate my content on any platform. if you see my content under any other name than my own, let me know. i only have this tumblr and an ao3 account under the same name.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Same as it ever was 4

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as neglect, bullying, manipulation, cheating, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Between your home life and work, you just can’t catch a break. Especially after you draw the ire of your boss.

Characters: Lloyd Hansen ft. Pete Brenner

Note: Oh my, we be sad gurls and bois.

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When Pete rumbles with snores, you move to the couch, hoping for what little sleep you can summon. You can't lay there beside him knowing what you know. You can't steam in the spite of knowing that he can sleep just soundly while sneaking around.

Two wrongs can never make right. You're not absolved. Far from it. You're mad. At him. At yourself. At life.

As you drift in and out, the apathy comes. You can't care. If you let yourself feel, you'll fall apart. You don't have that choice. Someone has to hold it together for the kids.

You get up first, like most mornings. You're restlessly impatient to get the day started if only to get away from that house. From the husband who isn't much of one.

Simone and Malik sit at the table eating cereal as you check your phone. You're on track so far. As if fate is throwing you a soft ball, the morning is going smoother than ever.

You get the kids packed and in the car. Every step is taken on habit alone. You walk them to the school doors and wish them a good day. Then you go back to your car and idle in silence. You're empty, you have nothing left.

You make yourself pull out and join the snailish roll of traffic through the school zone. Your drive to work is over before you know it as you stay locked in a trance. Before you just went through the motions, now it's like you're a ghost, floating aimlessly from one place to the next.

You enter the office, the walls a blur in your vision as you find your way blindly to your desk. Your head is pounding. Amid your early morning scramble, your desperation for distraction, to think of anything but reality, you hadn't even had a coffee. Your entire being throbs from the caffeine withdrawal.

You cup your forehead as you boot your computer. Eventually you'll get up and grab a cup of the weak break room brew. You lean heavily on the armrest of the chair and wiggle your mouse. 

For once, you're thankful to be at work. No fighting kids, no laundry, no scoundrel husband. But you're there and it's just as hard to live with yourself. 

"Morning, sunshine," Mr. Hansen's booming tone has you careening back in your chair as he comes to lean on the corner of your desk, "aren’t you bright-eyed and bushy tailed. Long night, huh? Husband finally loosen you up a bit."

You give him the daggers. That look that says 'enough'. Your motherly chagrin blazing at full force. He winks and laughs as he taps the end of your nose.

"You're real cute when you're pissed off, you know that?" He puts a hand on his hip, smoothing his index and thumb of his other across his mustache.

"Mr. Hansen," your voice is gravelly with dry fatigue, "is there something I can do for you?"

"Well, I can think of a certain wakemeup," he snickers, "but I'm thinking that you're not really into it. Still, you look like you could use it."

You huff and turn your chair to glare up at him. Can't he bother anyone else? He had his fun, he humiliated you, he made you hate yourself. So what else does he want?

"If you don't mind," you push your chair back and stand, "I'm going to get some coffee."

"Oh, sounds fun," he shoves away from the desk and trails after you, surprising you as he stretches and arm across your shoulders, "this company shit, it's garbage. How about I make you my own personal brew? I got a keurig in my office, just got some French Vanilla–"

"No thank you," you grumble and pull away from him.

You enter the kitchen first as he continues his incessant pursuit. He likes Malik when he wants to tell you about his legoworld. You go to the machine and find the carafe empty. You rinse it and fill the tank.

"You're mad about yesterday," he says as he leans on the counter, "if you're into snuggling, you coulda stuck around–"

"No," you growl as you measure out the coffee grounds.

"I let you go take care of the crotch goblin so I thought we'd be square–"

"Mr. Hansen, it's not you," you close the lid and flip the switch, "really."

"Ah, got it, it's the hubby. He's not taking care of his marital duties, huh?"

"Please, sir, it's not… it's not that," you falter as the lie sticks on your tongue. "Tired, need coffee."

"You look like you need sleep," he shifts closer as you stare at the slow trickle of coffee, "tell you what," he lowers his voice, "you come in my office, give me a good tug and I'll let you sleep in a meeting room. How's that? I'll make sure you get your eight hours."

You open the cupboard, taking out your mug from the bunch of mismatched porcelain, and set it on the counter. You can't even look at him. Not only because he repulses you but he reminds you of how pathetic you truly are.

"I'm good," you insist, "thank you, sir."

He scoffs, "I'm giving you something you're not getting elsewhere. Action and sleep," he runs his knuckles up your sleeve, "beggars can't be choosers, can they?"

You look at him. You're so fucking exhausted that your eyes are too dry to eke out a single tear. It's the only thing keeping you from tipping over the edge.

He smirks and looks at your blouse, reaching to pinch one of the front buttons, "look at that, all put together."

You glance down at the misaligned buttons. You don't even care. You're a mess. You're old and used up and unwanted. Even he only wants to get off, it doesn't matter who does it.  At the end of the day, he'll be just as happy to do it himself.

You're speechless. It's nothing like shock. It's exasperation. Are all men really like this? Is this what Pete does? Is she some girl at the company?

"Forget it," you take your empty mug and spin in your low orthotics.

You stride out and stumble to your desk. You can do this. You just have to get through the day. And then what?

Get the kids, go home, cook dinner, do homework, bath time, bed for them, clean the endless mess…

Tomorrow? The same thing, over and over, until what? Until when? When do you admit defeat?

Hansen struts out of the breakroom. You look up as you see him sipping from a mug; your mug. He meets your gaze as he drinks deeper and passes by.

You wonder the same thing about him; when will he give up? 

🗄️

You feel yourself slumping lower and lower. Your eyelids are scratchy and burning as you fight to keep them open. You cup your chin in your hand, elbow planted on your desk as the emails blur before you. You can do this… 

In a minute, you’ll get up and get a coffee, undisturbed, and really start working. You won’t fall asleep. How could you? Right here in your office chair. On the best nights, you can barely sleep in your own bed. Lately, it’s only been bad nights.

Once you find the energy, you’ll get up. You swear you will. It’s all you have to look forward to. That cup of coffee. You can smell it. You know it’s burnt by now, stale and bitter, but your stomach growls for it.

A few more minutes.

You hear snorts, strange noises that seem to rumble from within you. The clacking of keys and soft clicks continue, almost forming a rhythm as your screen ripples to bars of colours. You feel a weight over you and a sudden shift.

You hit the floor, bouncing on your ass as your seat hits your shoulder. You look up as you awake, only realising then that you dozed off. You blink at your coworkers before focusing on the figure glaring down at you. Mr. Hansen has a hand in his pocket and a foot on the bottom of your chair. Shit.

“Working hard,” he muses tritely.

“I-I’m sorry,” you stutter, disoriented. You can’t believe you fell asleep. You hope this is just a dream, if so. “I… I didn’t–”

“Get up,” he demands.

You scramble to get to your feet. You reach for the chair and he kicks it further away. You’re overly aware of your audience. No one will look directly at you in fear that they might draw Hansen’s attention, but it’s obvious by the lack of typing that they are very aware of the scene.

“I’m very sorry, sir, I didn’t mean to. I was– I’ll stay awake. You don’t have to worry.”

“Go home,” he says curtly.

“Home? No, I can make it through the day. It was a mistake.”

“Go. Home.” He repeats pointedly, “this isn’t a hotel.”

“Please,” you murmur, “please, Mr. Hansen,” you clutch your hands together, trying not to speak too loud, embarrassed as your voice cracks, “I–”

“Don’t make me call security,” he warns as he steps back on one heel, his posture victorious. He arches a brow in challenge. You’re certain he’d love to see that, you dragged out like an intruder. “Come back Monday, well-rested, and HR will deal with your disciplinary report.”

“What?” You gulp. In all your time there, you’d never been written up. Not once.

“Keep digging that hole.”

“Okay, okay,” you go to your desk and open the drawer to pull your bag out. You hook it on your shoulder and turn around, nearing him as you reach for the coat hung on the back of your chair. He watches you with a smug smirk, “I’ll be back Monday.”

“We’ll see.”

His ominous words put you on edge. You recoil and stare at him. What does he mean by that? You’re not stupid enough to ask. You put your head down and march out, burning with embarrassment as you pass your rapt audience.

“Hey,” Hansen claps his hands, “back to work.”

🗄️

You barely make it home. You set an alarm as you get in the front door and collapse on the couch. You don’t care that it’s lumpy and uncomfortable, you don’t care about anything. You forget all your worries for the blackness that clogs your mind.

As quickly as you close your eyes, your ringer goes off. You wake with a groan and roll over, shoulders cramped and stiff as you reach for your phone. Two o’clock already. Your head pulses with the dregs of fatigue. You feel marginally better.

You fill a travel mug and head out to pick up the kids. Along the way, you can’t help but shrink behind the wheel as the morning pricks in your mind. You don’t expect things to go well on Monday.

You pass a Burger King and slow down. You don’t have the money for a Whopper. No, that’s not what you’re thinking. It’s not spending you’re planning on.

You pull in and get out. You enter and approach the counter, sheepish as a twentysomething greets you from the other side.  You smile as you come forward.

“How can I help you ma’am?” He asks, hands on the side of the till.

“Oh, uh, I was… I was looking for an application,” you eke out. “For a job.”

He nods, you see the surprise flick in his lashes, “oh, well, we don’t have physical applications anymore but…” he reaches over to a stack of small flyers beside the till, “if you scan this QR code it will take you right to careers page.”

“Um, right, yeah, makes sense,” you take the slip as he offers it, “thank you.”

“You lookin’ to order?” He prompts with a strained smile.

“No, sorry, I gotta go get my kids,” you fold the flier and turn away, “have a good one.”

You head back to your car. You drop into the driver seat and curse. Fuck, your hips are killing you. You don’t imagine doing weekends standing behind a till will do much for that but you don’t have much of a choice. Even with the second job, you doubt you’ll be able to pay for the babysitter to cover it. What a stupid idea.

You shove the flier into your purse and back out from between the lines. You check the time as you set out to the school. You arrive just as the bell rings and the kids are let out into the yard. 

You find Malik with the other grade ones as Simone seeks you out on her own, too cool to hang around with the other grade sixes. She can be a bit of a loner but not in a sad way. She can intimidate even you.

“Hey, how was school?” You ask as you take them to the car, “did you do anything fun?”

Malik tells you about the popsicle stick houses they made as you buckle him into his car seat and Simone does up her seat belt on her own. You nod and smile, humouring your son’s slightly lisping story.

“What about you, Simone?” You ask as you look over at her.

“I just read. I’m almost done number four,” she shows the cover of her latest fantasy series, “but they wouldn’t let me stay in the library during recess.”

“Good, you need the fresh air,” you tease, “speaking of, I was thinking we could go for a hike this weekend. How does that sound?”

“A hike?” She grimaces, “is dad coming?”

“Err, we’ll see,” you shrug, “I spend all day in the office, I’d like to get out before the winter gets here.”

“I’ll go if dad does,” Simone opens her book, “it won’t be any fun without him.”

“Daddy, daddy,” Malik claps his hands, “I love daddy!”

“I’ll ask him,” you nod and keep a frown from tugging at your lips. 

You stand straight and gently close the back door. You round to the driver’s door and get it, quiet as you turn the engine. You’re not even good enough for your own kids.

[ohanny]

a little more or less platonic petekentakim for you this lovely friday evening:

so a few days ago the discord server got to talking about how we wish we’ll see more pete in season two because let's face it, in season one his character was pretty much there to make both way and kenta more sympathetic to the audience and we didn't really get to know who pete is as an individual.

my personal hypothesis can be summed up with “lonely.”

like he's really conscious of his abilities and the power imbalance they create in relationships. he can control his telepathy, of course, but it's not like he can just switch it off. it takes a conscious effort to tune out people’s thoughts and he's gotten so used to having a low grade headache all the time it's basically his normal. and as he sits in his fancy penthouse late at night, with a glass of expensive whiskey, all he really wants to do is lay his head on someone’s lap and have them play with his hair until it doesn't hurt anymore.

and here’s where kenta comes in.

sure it's a result of lifelong trauma and systematic abuse, but kenta has an unique ability to just turn his mind off and disassociate. once he's settled and gotten his own head in order, he’ll gladly share it with pete. when it gets too much, pete will knock on his door and curl up on the couch, and kenta will zone out with his fingers in pete’s hair, both of them drifting in a blissful, calm quiet.

kim will come home, not realizing it's one of those days and only spots pete after he's dropped a kiss on the top of kenta’s head in a greeting. “sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt” he says, offering to leave, but pete tells him to stay with a quiet “it’s okay. his thoughts turn all fuzzy when you do that, like honey. it's nice.” kim decidedly does not blush and after changing out of his work clothes, walks up to the couch and asks if there's any room.

pete happily makes space for him until all three of them are tangled together. he apologizes again, knowing his mind isn't quiet like kenta’s but pete shakes his head, relaxing into the contact. “but your thoughts sound nice” he tells kim. “when you think in korean it's like having music on.” and if kim makes a conscious effort to think slow and low, well that's between them.

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bonus:

kim’s bilingual brain saving pete on multiple occasions. kim sees him walk into a garage with a pinched expression, rubbing his temples, and sighs. he pulls pete into the supply closet - ignoring the wiggling eyebrows and scandalized looks from the rest of the pack and staff - and makes him sit down before pulling the enigma’s face into his abdomen, humming a low tune as he thinks his way through an engine maintenance manual in korean until pete finally sags and relaxes.

[abbatoirablaze]

Ex Wive's Club, Chapter 3

Word Count:  2.4k

Warnings:  angst, mentions of cheating, oral (M receiving) unprotected sex, manipulation, and the hint of being drugged. 

“Oh fuck…just like that baby.  Don’t you dare fucking stop…oh-oh…FUCK!” Johnny groaned, cumming down the woman’s throat as she eagerly attempted to suck the soul out of him.  The woman moaned, her fake nails digging into Johnny’s firm backside as he thrusted lazily into her mouth, his cock already becoming sensitive the longer the drugs were in his system.  He hissed as her nails dug in a little bit more and he flinched, pulling away as the acrylics pierced the skin of his ass, “Fuck, what the hell are you doing, huh?”

“Come back to bed, Torch,” she giggled, falling back off her knees so that her legs were splayed open on the hotel room bed, showing off her wet core to the superhero.  Johnny took a few more steps back, his muscular frame hitting the wall behind him, “let me show you how much I love your gorgeous cock.”

“I’ve got a fucking wife,” he spat, shaking his head as the drugs began wearing out of his system and he started sobering himself up, “I can’t be getting fucking marks all over me…she’ll ques-“

“When’s the last time you fucked her, huh Storm?” she giggled, batting her thick, fake lashes at him.  She wiggled her finger towards him while the other hand patted the bed in front of her, “come fuck me, stud…let me show you just how that big beautiful cock should be taken care of.”

“Mr. Storm?”

Johnny looked up, away from the coffee table which had held numerous magazines, all of which held his face and some sort of negative tag line on them.

‘Johnny Storm back at it again:  Wife files for divorce after finding him in bed with numerous mistresses’

‘Storm’s Side Piece Speaks:  Johnny Only Did It To Get Away From Controlling Wife’

‘Human Torch sets marriage ablaze in newest scandal’

“See…he does this all the time,” you muttered, saddened by how your mandated counselor didn’t automatically side with you, “he says he doesn’t hear you and he’ll zone out until the session is over.  We’ve been through dozens of family therapists…all of which say that he’s just ‘processing’ and telling me not to push it…but he’s doing this on purpose.”

“I did zone out, Aves…” he muttered, looking over to you.  He frowned when he noticed the tears in your eyes.  He tried to reach out to you, but you pushed his hands away from yourself, “look, I got caught up in what I was thinking about…”

“I bet you weren’t even paying attention to Mr. Connor’s last question.”

“What?”

“I asked when the last time you’d spoken to your wife was…outside of our sessions,” he reminded Johnny.  You felt the tears threatening to pour out of your eyes and down your cheeks, so you stood, turning away from him, “Mrs. Storm, please sit down.  When the two of you sit together it creates an open line of communication.  Putting physical space between you only closes that avenue.”

“I-I should check on the boys…” you muttered, turning your attention to the twins who were happily gurgling and playing on the carpeted floor to the side of the couch.

“They’re fine, Aves…”

“And to answer your question, the last time Johnny spoke to me outside of one of your sessions or a court date was when I kicked him out of the house,” you replied, not bothering to look at him as your own memory of another night he was unfaithful came to the forefront of your mind, “his little whore for the night was wearing my rings which were supposed to be at the jeweler because Johnny melted them when we had our last fight and I threw them at his head.”

“Avery, I was asking Johnny to see if he could recall,” the counselor said firmly, “have you spent any time outside of these walls with your children, Mr. Storm?”

“Johnny’s not allowed unsupervised visits…and I don’t want him at the house,” you answered yet again as you sat down on the floor to keep a closer eye on both Dominic and Alex, “and anyways, he’s never contacted me about spending more time with the boys outside of what is mandated…”

“I don’t even have your number, Avery!” he growled, glaring at you as he stood up.  The twins seemed to stop their playful gurgling to glance up at their father.  Their little curls fell into their eyes as they surveyed what was going on between their parents. The one and a half year olds didn’t know what was going on entirely, but seeing their parents argue wasn’t out of the norm.

“Mr. Storm…I’m going to ask you to take a step back from the situation and calm down.”

“I am calm.”

“Da-da.”

Johnny looked at Dominic and noticed that his son was mimicking him.  Both he and Dominic had steam coming off of themselves, and you had backed away upon getting a small burn on your hand.

“Johnny stop it please.  You’re getting Dominic worked up…I-I can’t touch him when he’s like this!”

“Dominic!”

The one and a half year old glared at his father, wobbling until he was clearly between you and Johnny.  And while the baby clearly didn’t understand everything, what he did know was that he was protecting you, his momma. 

“Mr. Storm…I’m going to need you to remove yourself from the situation before this escalates any further.”

“Why do I have to be the one to remove myself, huh?” he growled, turning his attention away from one of his sons towards the counselor.  But the split second was all the that his son needed to conjure and throw a fireball at his father. 

Johnny’s gaze returned to that of his son to see the little boy gearing up to throw another fireball; his clothes slowly turning to ash as they disintegrated from him.

“Dominic,” he said in a warning tone, “no fireballs.”

“Dominic,” you begged, clinging to Alex, who was more reserved in using the powers that his father had given him, “baby boy…calm down and come to mommy.”

“Dominic Johnathon Storm you-“

But the former superhero was cut off when yet another fireball was launched at him, this one hitting him in the side of the head

Even you couldn’t stifle your giggle as the counselor ran for cover, and Johnny’s expensive Ray bans melted down the side of his face. 

“Really Avery?  You’re encouraging this?”

“I-I’m sorry…” you giggled, not at all upset anymore as one of your sons, a carbon copy of Johnny in every way shape and form thought he was battling his father for your honor.  Meanwhile, Alex snuggled against your side, being the more analytical of the two, he was observing the situation. 

“Maybe we should reschedule,” the counselor offered from behind his chair, “Mr. and Mrs. Storm…might you be kind enough to grab young Dominic before he destroys my office?”

“You two need to talk about this…without the children around…come on my little Rose, let’s go play in the sand!” Harlan remarked, leading a young Rose away from the two of you and towards the sandbox.  You immediately looked away from Ransom, instead choosing to focus on your cell phone.

“You don’t have to talk to me, but will you at least hear me out?”

You looked away from your phone long enough to glare at your ex-husband, “what is there for me to hear out, Ransom?  We’ve been separated for over a year now.  You’ve got supervised visits, and we stay out of your hair.  I don’t ask for child support or alimony…what more could you possibly want from me, huh?  What is there left to say?”

“Well first off, you’re wanting to move with my children, and without my input,” he said firmly, his jaw setting in a firm line as he looked at you, “and while you’re ignoring me every chance you get, I actually want to talk about it…”

“Ransom…you’re shit at talking about things…that’s how you ended up balls deep in your ex while I was out with the kids for the day.  It’s like all of us girls fucked up by choosing one of you guys, because while we were younger than you, not a single one of you could keep your dicks in your pants…you guys all thought we were the ones that needed to grow up, but it was you assholes,” you growled, “the only one who did actually act like an adult was Lance…and that was because he actually cares about his wife.”

“Jess-“

“Ransom, we don’t need to re-hash this yet again…for my sanity,” you growled, shooting him a death glare, “for once in your life, just let this conversation go…Evan, Rose, and I are moving.  Our separation is permanent, and we’re not going to have any more civility between us than what we’re sitting at.  Your mom and Harlan both agree with me…so in your words, eat shit Hugh.”

For a few moments there was nothing but silence between the two of you.  It had lasted so long that you had begun to think that Ransom had indeed given up on his argument.  That was until you heard a few words you never wanted to hear coming from his lips again.

“You’re right…I was a terrible husband to you, and an even worse person…but I miss you, Jess…”

“Ransom…”

“God, I hate when you call me that,” he groaned as his leg began to bounce.  He bit the inside of his cheek and spared a glance at you, “please…just call me Hughey, baby…even if you’re pissed, I’d still rather you call me Hugh.  I miss-“

“Ransom…you need to stop,” you hissed in a low tone, your anger the only resolution in your mind.  Because you knew if you gave in and stopped being angry your heart would ache for the man you truly loved, “I’m here because you’re supposed to have visitation with Evan and Rose…and Evan’s over there playing on the swings, while your grandfather plays with Rose…if all that was going to happen was you messing with my head while your grandfather enjoyed spending time with his great-grandchildren I would have just brought them over to his house and spared myself the mental anguish of being around you.”

“Jess-“

“No Ransom…you don’t get to speak here…least of all to me…if you want to speak, go talk to your children.  The only time I should hear from you is when you want a visit with our children.”

He frowned, his own heart beginning to thump angrily in his chest.  He just wanted you to hear him out.  He just wanted you to know how sorry he was.  Even though it wasn’t his fault, not entirely, he’d felt guilty for the breakdown of his marriage.  Because in the end, he never wanted her.  He never wanted what had happened. 

He only wanted you.

“Just let me explain…”

“If you say one more word to me Ransom, I’m taking the children and I’m leaving you here alone in your self-pity and millions of excuses.”

You glared at him, and he looked down to his hands.  There was a moment you wondered if you were being too harsh with him; if you couldn’t show him a little bit more compassion.  He did truly look upset every time he saw you.  He looked like he regretted every moment away from you.  But you did the only thing you could do in that situation.  Instead of reaching out, you pushed away from him and started towards Evan, leaving the man that you loved, the man that betrayed you to have his own little pity party on the bench. 

“Come on dad…I just want a little time with my parents for once.”

“Lil…it’s not a good idea,” Ransom said with a shake of his head as he downed the whiskey he poured himself.  Lily rolled her eyes before following him back to the couch, “I haven’t spoken to your mom since you graduated an-“

“Dad…think about your granddaughter!” she said pointedly, looking at her own swollen belly.  Ransom sighed as he watched his eldest child cradle her stomach, “I don’t want my baby to grow up and her grandparents not be on good terms.”

He felt his resolve crumbling as she batted her lashes at him. 

“Fine,” he grumbled, passing her the drink, “do me a favor and fix me another drink.  I’m going to need it if I have to deal with your mother.  I’m going to call Jess real qu-“

“Jess is out with Harlan,” she said quickly, “remember?  Grandma and him took her, Evan, and Rose out for the day?”

Ransom felt a nervousness in the pit of his stomach as he turned back to his daughter.  His brow cocked, “did you purposefully invite your mother over for dinner today knowing that they’d be out?”

She shrugged innocently, handing him a freshly made drink, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Ransom threw it back without a second thought, never once catching the smallest traces of a powder that had yet to disintegrate into the bottom of his glass.

“You know, she still loves you…”

Ransom looked away from his hands to his grandfather.  He wanted to say something smart and witty, but he couldn’t.  He knew his grandfather saw past his sarcastic zipped up demeanor and through to the pain he was really feeling. 

“Daddy!”

His heart melted as he looked at his two year old who was actively, excitedly reaching for him.  He gave a sad sigh before pulling a smile onto his face as he reached towards her and cradled her in his arms.  She giggled, stroking her father’s uncharacteristic stubble, “hello my little rosebud…are you and mommy and Evan doing okay?”

The little girl giggled even more as her fingers traced her father’s lips.  He kissed each pad gently and she squealed, squirming in his arms until she was up and had her arms wrapped around his neck, “love daddy!”

His heart fell to his stomach as his arms wrapped around his baby, but his eyes met with the woman he still loved.  He bit back the same tears that she was holding back as well.  His throat felt tight as she turned away from him and continued to push Evan on the swing.

But he didn’t miss how she used her sleeve to wipe her tears that she refused to let him see fall down her cheeks as she kept her back turned.

Chapter 4

Tag List:  @Cjand10, @huntress-artemiss, @lohnes16, @tenaciousperfectionunknown, @teambarnes72, @elbell20-blog

[turtletimewriting]

Wrote this awhile ago and the 03 poll made me realise that technically it was finished. So...

Lee Leo

Okay, either Leo had become the most obvious prankster in the world during the last five minutes, or Leo was about to face the wrath of Dr Feelings. Mikey was just sitting there trying to enjoy the Lou Jitsu game and Leo had been peering through the doorway for the past ten minutes. He kept waiting for him to come in and demand a turn but he just… never did!

Seeing if it would entice him in, he finished his level and pretended to be bored. He flipped over to some JJ film and waited.

Couldn’t make it too obvious he’s waiting for Leo to actually come in. He kept his eyes glued on the film. Leo peered in closer before walking away.

For a few steps and then loudly walking back into the room, “Hello dearest brother!”

“Hey Leo!”

Leo walked in awkwardly long strides before sitting rigidly next to him. He was sweating nervously and tapping his fingers together. Okay, if he doesn’t start talking in the next ten seconds then he’s knocking some sense into him: Dr Feelings style.

“So!” Leo declared loudly. “…a-are you like, I dunno, just asking, throwing this out there… are you busy right now?”

Mikey tried to hold back the eye roll. Why did he have to be the only family member blessed with emotional literacy? “No, what’s up?”

Leo flushed bright bright red. His eye marks disappearing under his blush. “W-would you mind tickling me?”

Oh that was what this was all about!

“Sure!” Mikey beamed, immediately grabbing his legs and setting them on his lap, sending Leo sprawling on the sofa. Oh he was always in the mood to wreck his brother!

Just as he was about to clamp on to his knees and bring torture to his brother, Leo shouted out, “WAIT! WAIT! Waitwaitwaitwait nonono!”

Mikey paused with his hands frantically posed for tickling in midair.

Leo paused as if waiting for the tickling anyway, his chest already bouncing in frantic childish giggles. “Can… can you tickle my sides?”

Now Mikey rolled his eyes, “Your Lee moods are waaaaaay too specific!” But he then turned so he was laying against the arm of the couch.

Laying longways, he dragged Leo so he was laying on top of him. His sides very easily in tickling reach. The tickling danger zone if you will. "All good now, Leo?" Mikey babied.

Leo kicked out his legs but was too lost in his giggling already to actually answer, so he just nodded.

Mikey held his hands out, slowly wiggling, just an inch above his sides. "Are you sureeeee?"

Leo flinched at the sight but tried desperately to stay still. He could feel Leo completely tensed for the tickling to come.

"Okay then! Here I come!"

Despite only just hovering over his tickle spot, Mikey made sure to go as slow as possible until his fingers made contact.

And you knew exactly when he made contact as Leo jolted so hard you'd think he had been electrocuted. Instantly squawking out a laugh before tumbling straight into big happy belly laugh. With the occassional squeal and chirp.

"A tickle tickle tickle, big bro!" Mikey cooed, pressing his face against Leo's.

"AHAHAHAHAAAAAA! AAAAAH! HAHAHAHA! MIHi MIHIKEY!"

"What? What!" Mikey giggled.

It was obvious how much Leo was trying not to move but he could never really take side tickles with much grace. He was bouncing in his lap, eyes all screwed up tight. Each bounce, he jolted a little higher up.

"Aww, does it tickle? Are these tickles all across your sides getting to you!"

Suddenly, his brother arched up as much as he could, accidentally knocking into his chin on the way up. His arms wobbling from suddenly holding himself up. "IT TIHIHI TICKLES HA TOO MUCH!"

Yet Mikey didn't have to wait long until Leo deliberately fell back into his lap again. Once again allowing his fingers to tickle away at the smooth side shell. Only for him to arch up again.

"Leo! Mikey chastised, "It can't tickle that much. Or are you just that ticklish?"

Leo nodded as he blushed harder and bounced higher. His giggles ramping up even more, somehow. Time to put an end to this moving.

The next time Leo practically arched his back to escape the maddeningly tingles all across his sides, Mikey pulled his hands back.

And of course was immediately met with Leo's sad little face.

He really had to hold back his snort. "You wanna get tickled? Then you've got to be a good ticklee," Mikey taunted.

Leo was still arched up. "Nononononono. Michael! Miguel! My baby brother! You can't do this!" That last sentence was so highpitched that surely only dogs heard it.

"Just fall back into my tickles," Mikey cooed as if it really was that easy. Well, it was for him. He wasn't the one who came in asking to be tickled.

Leo bit his lip and was now giggling and hyping himself up just at the mere thought of their tickle session continuing. Yet his arms wobbled dangerously.

And oh so predictably, Leo did come tumbling down and letting himself be tickled.

And, extra funnily enough, he was now desperately trying to stay still so he could properly enjoy the side tickles he had been craving all day.

[0809wrld]

08:30

☆ jongho x fem reader

☆ smut

☆ word count: 1811

☆ some free use, daddy title, take a shot every time reader is called angel, slightly bratty reader, things move kinda fast i think but 🤷🏽‍♀️, cockwarming, quick blow/hand job, unprotected sex, dirty talk, mention of multiple orgasms

a/n: I feel like this is all over the place… but idrc. Also not proofread

“So I can use you whenever I want today?”

Jongho came to you about a fantasy he had thought about. Multiple times, he admitted. He had been both embarrassed and scared to tell you, afraid you’d think of him as depraved. He was pleasantly surprised when you told him you found it hot—knowing he thinks about and wants you anytime of day, it makes you feel good.

Somehow, he’s shy when he asks. He’s anything but when he’s in the mood, so you know he’s still having some doubts about you truly being on the same page.

“You can use me whenever you want,” you trailed off. Jongho’s looking at you with expecting eyes, waiting for you to finish your sentence, “daddy.”

Jongho holds his breath for a moment, all doubts he had out the window. He slowly exhales, needing to calm down from the unexpected title, hoping it doesn’t sound shaky. You knew the effect it had on him, you knew he needed a little push. Now both of you are staring at each other, attempting your best poker face.

“Thank you, angel. We should talk some things over though. In case you want to stop this, you can whenever you want to. Or if there’s a moment where you don’t want me to use you, what will you say?”

He’s asking you for your safeword, “just ‘no’ if I’m not in the mood at that moment. I’ll tell you to stop if I want to end it completely.”

“Just ‘no’ and ‘stop’, got it.”

You and Jongho go about your day after that. There are only a few moments where you can forget about the arrangement, but for the most part you’re always on edge and wondering when he’ll start to play with you. You also wonder how he’ll play with you. You begin thinking of different scenarios.

You’re at the kitchen sink, washing the dishes from lunch when he comes up behind you. His chest against your back, you feel him slightly buck his hips against your ass. His hands grope and squeeze your chest, pinching and rolling your nipples occasionally. He’d instruct you to not wear a shirt or bra around the house so he can easily access you. At this point, he would have already discarded you of your bottoms, leaving you in only your panties. You think about the feeling him in jeans rubbing against your nearly bare ass. He doesn’t say a thing either… actually maybe he does. Maybe he holds a conversation with you like this is normal, like he isn’t playing with your boobs while you struggle to wash dishes. He asks you so innocently why it seems like you’re not listening to him, he points out how you’re not even washing the dishes anymore, he asks if you’re okay. You stutter through your response, confirming that you’re okay. ‘Okay, baby. If you say so.’ And he stops. He just stops and walks away, leaving you alone and wet at the sink to recollect yourself and finish the dishes.

Or…

Again, innocently doing chores. You’re in the laundry room, bent over the washing machine. You snort at the porn cliche thoughts you’re having. Jongho lightly taps your thigh announcing his presence. You silently show you want it by wiggling your hips. ‘Needy…’ he mutters to himself. He keeps your panties on and pushes them aside, playing with you until you’re wet enough for him to slip a finger in. And the way he’d finger you would be frustrating, changing paces and angles every time you moan or clench. He’d look bored, but you’d know it’s all part of the facade. Him seemingly unbothered when he’s toying with and using you, but you know he’d be just as aroused as you.

Your fantasies are interrupted when the star of them joins you on the couch.

“You seem lost in thought. What’s on your mind, angel?”

You just shake your head, eyes still focused on the area that you zoned out on, but not purposely avoiding eye contact.

“Nothing, are you sure?” He sounds like he knew what had you spaced out in the first place, but decided to leave it at that when you nod your head.

He turns the tv on and only a couple minutes go by before he’s calling your name and pointing towards the floor.

You’re stood before him, he commands you to strip. You move to take your panties off, but he tells you to keep them on. He hooks his finger in the band of your underwear to pull you closer, closer until you have no other choice but to straddle him. He has you hover over him long enough to pull his dick out, then lowers you so it fills you slowly, your panties pushed out the way.

“I knew you were thinking about this, angel. Knew you’d be so wet and ready for me.”

The stretch hurts, but feels so good. Jongho fills you up so, so good. You slump against him when he’s fully in you and he holds you close. He has you just cockwarm him for a while before he moves his hands to grab your waist. He maneuvers you, guiding you to grind, to bounce, he lifts you so the tip is just barely in you and then lowers you painstakingly slow. He repeats the motions until you’re crying. Jongho decides to have mercy on you, positioning himself so he can fuck you, lifting and pulling you down to match his thrusts.

“You’re close,” he says matter-of-factly, and you know you won’t like whatever comes next. Which, you have an idea of what it is. You shake your head no, chanting please, please, please.

“What are you begging for?” He’s already stopped, but still guides you to grind on him.

“I really, really want to cum. Please, daddy please?” You whine, giving your best puppy eyes.

Jongho thinks you look so beautiful like this. Tears staining your cheeks, more on the brink of spilling. Clenching and wet on his cock, addressing him with the one title that drives him mad. Him having complete control over you, especially in this moment deciding if he wants you to cum yet.

“I don’t want you to yet.”

You shake your head and you begin to protest, but Jongho presses a finger to your lips to shush you.

“No talking back before I say you don’t get to cum at all. Understand?”

“Yeah,” flat and annoyed tone. You know you’re pushing some buttons, but you don’t care. You just had an orgasm ripped away from you, so you’re not particularly happy in this moment.

Jongho lifts a hand to your head and massages your scalp with the pads of his fingers, “is that any way to talk to me?” He’s so gentle when he asks, you almost feel bad for giving him a harsh response. Almost.

When you don’t reply, he grips your hair, repeating his question sternly.

“No, daddy,” he shakes your head no while he still has his grip in your hair.

“You’ll be good for the rest of the day and let me play with you however I want, right?”

“Yes, daddy,” again, nodding your head yes for you. He loosens his grip and lifts you off of him, readjusting your panties for you.

You pick up your clothes from the floor and toss them in the dirty laundry, opting for a looser change of clothes.

You’re uncomfortably wet, and everything you do to distract yourself from the feeling fails you. You’re not allowed to touch yourself, and because of past experience, Jongho made sure to clarify that also meant rubbing yourself against something. So now you just sit and wait.

When you’re in the same room as Jongho, you’re only waiting for and thinking about his touch. He’s in and out some rooms, genuinely going about his day as usual. He really meant he’ll use you whenever he wants, you just wish he’d want it more often.

You decide to look for him, hoping that cuddling up to him will make him want to use you. You find him in the bedroom, reading a book. He looks handsome, and the relaxed fit of his clothes makes him look homey and cozy. The domestic sight almost makes you forget how badly you need him, but the feeling of your panties sticking to your cunt has you beelining to join him in bed.

“Oh, I was just thinking about you,” he puts his book down, you watch him pull his cock and wait for instruction. He strokes himself for a couple seconds, and makes eye contact with you. His eyes darting from you to his cock, he removes his hands and gives you a look that says ‘what are you waiting for?’

You get on the bed and get comfortable, grabbing his dick. You have a firm grip on him, holding it while you lick and suck the tip. Any other day, Jongho would try to keep his composure during this. He even picked his book back up to “read”, but even pretending to read was hard when you were looking up at him and making him feel good.

He pulled you off of him and brought you up for a kiss. You both felt each other up, breaking the kiss to strip yourselves. He groped and played with your ass, squeezing and slapping it. You had one hand gripping his bicep, squeezing it whenever you felt it flex.

“Need to be in you. Now.” You nod frantically, moving down so you can ride him like earlier. But Jongho pushes you so you’re on your back, grabbing you by your legs pulling you in closer. Then he lines himself up with you, sliding in in one go. You both moan, any attempts to be quiet are futile. He’s still got a firm hold on your legs, sometimes turning his head to kiss them.

“Fuck, tell me. Tell me what you were thinking about earlier.”

“I was thinking about you using me like you said.”

“How was I using you, baby?”

“You—fuck—you touched me whenever you wanted to. I thought you fingering me while I did chores around the house.”

“Shit, I’ll have to do that next time.” You clench at the promise of a next time, desperately wanting Jongho to truly use you.

“Please, daddy, you know I’m yours to use.”

You declaring Jongho’s ownership over you has him cumming before he could realize it. Immediately pulling out to finish on your stomach and chest, but you still hadn’t cum yet.

“Don’t worry baby, I haven’t forgot about you,” he moves down and eats you out until you cum on his face. But one orgasm and thighs threatening to crush his head was not stopping him from giving you two more that night.

a/n: as always thank you for reading 🥰 rbs & comments are appreciated

[ksyongi]

 bro-zoning seventeen

pairing:seventeen x g!n reader

genre:fluff

warnings:cursing, post is in lower caps except dialogue because of the expressions i need to showcase, mentions of rain, eating, pet names

an: got the idea from a random yt video when the girl pouted when the guy called her “bro” jdsfladjasfa

note:do not copy my works!! reblogs and likes are appreciated!!!

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maknae line

taglist: @dinosbestie

scoups: watching the kickball going seventeen episode was very chaotic and funny. seungcheol was lying next to you on couch watching with you. you kept instructing the members what to do although the episode was already recorded weeks ago. a smile played on his face as he watched you. when a scene on the screen showed how seungcheol didn’t manage to catch the ball, you exclaimed “BRO HOW DID YOU NOT CATCH THAT, ITS EASY TO CATCH” you turned back to face seungcheol. he sulked when he heard those words come out of your mouth. “so now i’m your ‘bro’ now huh?” you rolled your eyes at his behavior and went “yes you are, bro gimmie a hive five” teasing him while raising your hand for your awaiting high-five. “i swear if you say that one more time i’ll go over there and kill you. dont try me” “why so sad bro~ keep getting head-shotted by your members with the kick ball hm?” you merely managed to escape as he almost pounced onto you. the kick ball episode still playing in the background as you play catch around the couch.

jeonghan: walking home on a rainy day, an umbrella getting shared between you two. “bro did i tell you about the time when the employee at my workplace flirted with me” jeonghan raised his eyebrows and said “do you want me run away with this umbrella now and leave you soaked?” “what the hell? why?” you responded. “since when was i your ‘bro’? theres no one else around here for you to call ‘bro’ too.” you sighed “yoon jeonghan, are you kidding me right now” he shook his head and smiled sarcastically, you continued your sentence “you knew what i meant, anyways you won’t be mean enough to run away and leave your soulmate in the rain to become cold and wet right” he smirked and used the umbrella to cover himself more than you, the raindrops starting to wet your hair you let out a puff of air as you saw jeonghan starting to walk faster. trying to match his pace you failed. at this point, he was speed walking, “apologize if you want me to cover you with the umbrella and say ‘i love my boyfriend and will never call him bro anymore’” you rolled your eyes and said “yoon jeonghan  i can’t believe you are making me say this” he wiggled his eyebrows and you sighed “i love my boyfriend soo much and would never call him my bro anymore” he smiled in victory and walked over to you saying “that’s more i like it”

joshua: sitting down at the dining table, joshua and you were eating. “bro can i have a bite?” joshua continued to eat, as if you did not say anything. “yah you are not plugged in right, answer me” you comment.”maybe you should use my name instead hm y/n?” joshua says. “babe can i have a bite please?” “that’s more i like it, if you call me ‘bro’ again, you are gonna get the cold shoulder from me.” you went “alright alright, geez it was just a slip of my tongue you know?” he responded “no i do not understand because it has never happened to me before and never will” “woah woah don’t go all sassy on me now” you respond.” joshua puts down his fork, stares at you and counters with “maybe im sassy because my soulmate referred to me as her brother?” “as if i meant it” you mutter. “yah i heard that im not deaf” “maybe i wanted you to hear it joshy” you two continued your little argument over lunch.

jun: jun was teaching you some of the martial arts moved hes learnt through out the years “okay then you go like this,” raising his arms in a certain angle “then you turn and kick” he does the moves flawlessly with no mistakes as you raised your eyebrows trying to process what he did before attempting. you jumped and somehow tripped, falling onto the mat. sighing you complained “bro how do you do it so easily? its so complicatedd” you slapped your palms on your face, sighing. you saw him turn his back and walk away, “yah where are you going jun? i haven’t mastered the move yet” “maybe i’ll think of teaching you the moves when you decide to acknowledge me as your boyfriend instead” “yah don’t you know of the slang? dont needa make this whole thing so dramatic geez....” you say “so now you’re calling me dramatic? wow thanks so much y/n” “you watch too much dramas jun....” “AND YOU WATCH THEM WITH ME??” you two bicker like children. “BUT I’VE NOT THOUGHT THAT I WAS THE MAIN CHARACTER LIKE SOMEONE” jun pointed a finger at you saying “you’re just jealous that i can adapt different personalities” “maybe if you can control your so called personalities then sure” 

hoshi: you two were cooking... more like you were since if your beloved boyfriend did it, he would have set the kitchen on fire. he was helping out by being the music dj and passing you the ingredients. you two were vibing to the music, you having to remind soonyoung to be careful when you were holding a knife. sometimes you really think that there is a 6 year old in the body of your boyfriend. you would stop whatever you were doing for a moment to glare at your boyfriend when he played one of his songs like ‘horangi power’ “stop promoting your music, you already played this one several times in an hour soonyoung.” he would pout but start singing and dancing to make you chuckle and turn back and do the cooking. as you were seasoning the food, you forgot to bring over the spices “yo bro can you hand over the spices? my hands are full at the moment.” soonyoung rushed over to you back hugging you and saying “what did i do wrong baby? do you not like the music? i could play something else” you cocked your head in confusion as you looked at him” “you...called me your bro since you were angry at me right...?” soonyoung responds “nooo, i was never angry at you soonyoung, can you pass me the spices now please” “okay i will if you would never call me that again unless you are angry okay?” you nodded your head and he quickly went to get the spices.

wonwoo: you were playing some fp games with wonwoo since you began to gain an interest in it. “to your left, theres a guy, i already shot them once, they should be left with 40 hp. one headshot should be enough to get them” you tell wonwoo, he nods, eyes sharpening at the screen trying to get the final target. “WONWOO BEHIND YOU, BEHIND YOU” you screech hearing noises of gunshots that come from behind wonwoo's character. wonwoo did not manage to turn around in time, getting shot. “BRO WHY DIDN’T YOU LISTEN, NOW THEY BROKE OUR STREAK AND ITS 1-5..” wonwoo’s position from the computer changes, sits up and faces you “okay first off, you told me too late, second off? what the hell why the sudden change of nickname for me now?” “what do you mea- ohhh you meant the time when i called you ‘bro’,, yeah don’t think much about that it was nothing, now get back to that relaxed gamer position you have and lets try our best” he scoffs and says “if we win this i expect an apology from you and i want you to call me darling for a month, i want you to take back what you said”. you lowkey liked the new pet name that you were going to use for him and said “bet,” and said under your breath “im going to win this shit” 

woozi: you two were in the studio, you brought over lunch for him to eat since you knew you had a workaholic boyfriend and he would not bother buying lunch for himself. you took out the containers out of the bag as jihoon took the cutlery. “here is your cutlery, pass over the chopsticks after you get them bro” his head turned and faced you as gestured to him that you wanted your cutlery. “i don’t think you’ll be eating then y/n” jihoon goes to you and takes your food and his and places it at a nearby table. you sigh saying “jihoon, you need to rest, don’t keep working on your music and thanks for thinking i’ll wait for you to finish whatever you need to do before eating” you sarcastically say. “oh its not because of that y/n, and good that you called me by my name... you know im not the one for pet names that includes calling me your brother?” your mouth opens into an ‘o’ and you reply “i was just hungry jihoon, just brush it off, its not that bad” jihoon puts his arms akimbo as he replied “doesn’t mean that you are hungry that means you have to call me your brother. and i wont brush this off so easily, apologize and maybe i’ll give you your food.” you exhaustedly say “i am sorry jihoon, the love of my life that i have called you my brother, CAN I HAVE MY FUCKING FOOD NOW?” jihoon grins as he waddles back to the seat and hands you your food. 

an:the dialogues were so tiring to write ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ but hope y'all liked it!!!

[absolutelyfizzing]

he promised

poe dameron x reader

description - Poe always promised he would come back from missions. One time he doesn't. (Ends in fluff i promise i promise)

warnings - depression?, anxiety?, fem pronouns, talk of injury and death, grief, fluff at the end, use of petnames, reader gets carried for a while and sits on a lap, mentions of eating and eating avoidance (not ed)

word count - 3800

A/N - so this was an oops. I wrote this hella fast but i was in the zone and i am pretty happy with the emotionally devastating product. I promise it has a happy ending i just dont want to give too much away. I feel like for maximum emotional damage you need to be a little in the dark. anyway, forgive me

MASTERLIST

You were stood in the command center with your hands wringing together. No matter how many missions Poe went on, the waiting was always hell. How were you supposed to remain sane when the love of your life was out fighting a battle that he might not come back from. That you might never see him again. He always reassured you that he would always come back to you. That you never had anything to worry about. You tried to believe him, and for the most part you did, but that didn't prevent you from being worried when he was gone.

You listened through the coms, trying to keep track of what was happening during the battle. Leia let you stay in there because she had a soft spot for you, as well as the pilot you were worried about. You were thankful she let you listen in on every mission, it meant that you weren't alone worrying in the room you shared with Poe. The conversation over coms was rushed and loud, they were scared and that made your heart beat faster.

'I have to go through, they're gonna come after us if I don't.' You heard your fiance yell. Worry stuck in the pit of your stomach, he was going to take a risk, you could feel it.

'Poe, it's not worth it. We should get out of here while we still can'. You agreed, wanting him to get out of there as soon as possible. You prayed he would listen and just get out.

'I have to try, I can't go back knowing that they could be following us to base.'

'Poe wait-' You heard someone rush out before comotion ensued again. You could feel your heart in your throat. You could have cried. After a minute of listening to pure chaos, nobody in the control room dared to speak a word. Everyone was waiting for an indication of what to do from the squadron. You found yourself zoning out in your worry. You were only broken out of your trance when you heard your fiance's name.

'Poe is down.' You stopped breathing.

"Down? What do you mean down?" You heard Leia call over comms.

'I'm sorry commander, he got hit. His X-Wing engine got shot and he was heading to crash on the planet right below us, his coms died. There's no way to know if he made it through but I don't know many who could take that crash and live. We have to head out and hope he comes back to base but I wouldn't get my hopes up.'

"Get out of there while you still can. We will have to worry about Poe when we gather our strength." Leia responded and the squadron called their understanding before the process of bringing them home began. You hadn't moved. You weren't sure if you had breathed. Your body was fully numb. You could feel eyes on you as everyone waited for you to respond. To show some emotion of your boyfriend having just gone MIA. You couldn't feel yourself though, your fingertips were numb, and you refused to believe he was dead. He promised. He told you he would come home.

Your brain was split between trying to grieve for the loss of the love of your life and trusting that he would be back. That he had to come back because he promised he would and he never breaks a promise. You felt hands on you and you realized you had fallen to sit in your spot. Leia was above you and was ushering you to your feet. You mindlessly let her push you somewhere and you barely even looked to see where you were going.

Eventually you showed up at your apartment door. You couldn't tell whether it felt like it had been instantaneous or an eternity to get there. Leia unlocked your door and pushed you inside and to the small couch that was stood in the living room-like space. The apartments were all very small, Poe had one a little bigger because he was housing with another person and because of his rank. Still, the extra amenities included a small couch, a smaller kitchen, and a window along the bedroom wall. When Leia sat you on the couch she kneeled in front of you. Her hand went to your cheek and you looked at her for the first time since you'd heard Poe go down. She seemed to almost be in tears but your eyes were dry. You didn't feel anything.

"Y/N, what can I do?" She asked gently. "Do you need anything?" You felt yourself shake your head and open your mouth like you were going to talk but closed it again as you thought.

"He said... He said he was coming back." You stated as if it changed the situation. "He promised." You mumbled.

"I know, Y/N. I am so sorry." She tried to console and your head shook. "We don't know what happened after he went down. You heard the team. He might contact us in the next few days, he is a smart man and he knows how to get a message out. But I don't want it to hurt you more if he never does." She tries to reason and you shook your head.

"No, you don't understand. He promised, " your head was spinning, "he's coming back." You felt tears fall down your face. When had you started crying? "He promised me that he was coming back home." Your voice broke which surprised you. Before you knew it you were crying into Leia's arms and you couldn't stop yourself. That was how you stayed with her for a while after, you weren't sure how long. She shed some tears of her own but eventually you both ran dry. You lost feeling again and you couldn't tell if it was better or worse. You made a decision. You wouldn't grieve over him until you were sure he was not coming back. You wouldn't mourn until you were sure.

The alternative was not, however, to recover. Instead you just stopped doing anything at all. You stopped eating, taking care of yourself, caring. Soon, your friends came in to talk to you. Instead of it being conversation though, they just talked at you. You couldn't bring yourself to respond or really even listen. Or maybe you did but you just couldn't remember. They would periodically come through to help you into a shower in which you just let the water run over you while someone else, you thought maybe Rey but you couldn't even recall, washed your hair. You drank water when they asked and would take a bite of food if they begged but other than that you might as well have been dead to the world. You almost hadn't realized how much of a vital part to your existence Poe was. How little you could bring yourself to do without him. You had thought you were prepared to be separated, you were in the middle of a war after all. Instead it was impossible to do anything without him and you wondered how long you could keep doing it.

This went on for a week. That was how long it took for them to declare him 'killed in action'. They felt that, if he was alive, he would have found a way to contact the base with the help of BB8 and local lifeforms. That was when you allowed yourself to grieve. The numbness turned into pain and it was a million times worse. You would have given anything to go back to numb.

You finally listened to your friends when they talked to you but their consolations did nothing to put you at ease. You still struggled to do anything but you complied with their pleads. You had been convinced, 2 weeks after the KIA announcement, to go to the canteen. To see people and interact. Finn pulled you along with an attempt at a smile on his face. Your face was blank but you tried to soften your eyes. You knew he was trying to help and he was grieving the loss of his best friend as well. When you were pulled into the large cafeteria, all noise ceased. You knew that they were looking at you and you guessed that they pitied you. You had seen yourself in the mirror that morning and you would have pitied you too. You got pulled to a table and Finn went to go get you and himself food.

People periodically came by and said hello or asked how you were as you tried to eat something. You responded with one word answers usually and you hadn't met anyone's eyes. You could feel yourself getting overwhelmed and decided you would head back to your room. You quietly thanked Finn for trying and left to the hallway.

Suddenly, alarms sounded. You were startled into awareness and people began running past you.

'ALL EMERGENCY CREW TO FLIGHT DECK'

You were curious about the alarm but you weren't emergency crew and you knew they didn't need any more bodies there than would already be there. That was until you heard someone as they rushed by as they talked to the medic next to them.

"Yeah I heard it was him but he went missing weeks ago." They sounded confused and continued jogging toward the flight deck. You feet started moving before you could even process it and it was the fastest you'd moved since he had gone missing. Since he had died.

When you got to the flight deck there was already a crowd. You could see over the see a people a beat up X-Wing. You thought you might have heard a droid. You elbowed your way to the front of the crowd, not apologizing when people grumbled their frustrations at you. When you made it to the front you were stood no more than 50 feet from him. He was soot covered and beat up but he was standing as he tried to wiggle out of the grasp of the medics. BB8 beeped and turned, spotting you. He made a loud excited noise and rushed to roll over to you and Poe turned at the sound. When he met your gaze he smiled.

You felt your knees give out and tears start to fall from your eyes. Your arms crossed over your stomach and you started to curl into a ball over your knees. A sob left you and suddenly large warm hands were on your shoulders.

"Y/N? My love, are you okay?" He rushed out, checking over you for injury as the medics still grumbled about needing to see him. His hand came under your chin to move your face so he was making eye contact with you. You let out another sob before grabbing his vest and pulling him into you, he kneeled to the ground as you clung to him and cried into his chest. He moved himself so he was sitting on the ground and he pulled you into his lap. You felt his hands on your back trying to soothe you but you couldn't stop crying. "I'm back. I'm so sorry I was gone but I'm back." He mumbled out as he kissed your head a few times.

"I'm so angry at you." You whispered and he almost laughed, just happy to hear your voice. You finally pulled your head out of his chest and kissed him like your life depended on it, like it was the last time you would ever see him. You pulled away so you were looking into his eyes. "Please don't leave me," you begged almost silently. You weren't even sure if he could hear you. "Please don't leave again."

"I'm not leaving, baby, I promise." He tried to calm you. "I'm right here. I'm okay."

You nodded, trying to convince yourself that he was real and he was here. You kissed him again just to check. You pulled away again, still trying to convince yourself.

"You died." You struggled out and Poe felt tears in his eyes as well. "You were dead, you crashed and you didn't make it and then they said you were gone." You said like that was what happened.

"I didn't die, my love. I'm right here. I'm alive, I'm okay." Poe pleaded and he grabbed your hand, bringing it up to his face so you could feel him. Your hand moved along is jaw which was now covered in stubble and grime. Your head shook like you were disagreeing with him but you were simply in disbelief.

"I love you" You mumbled as your eyes traced the lines of his face and tears fell from your eyes. He let a few tears fall as well before pressing meaningful kisses to every part of your face that he could reach.

You spent the next 2 hours like that. You wouldn't leave his hold and he didn't try to move you. The medics worked around you and everyone greeted him without disturbing you. You stayed, on his lap, curled into his chest. Your breathing had slowed to a normal pace and you were holding onto his vest tightly. Eventually, he had to be debriefed. He petted your hair and cooed at you to catch your attention.

"Y/N, my love," he whispered, "we have to get up now." He felt you nod but you made no move to get up from him. He took a breath before moving you off of his lap as you whined, standing up, and then picking you up so you could wrap yourself around him. You hummed contentedly into his chest and he had a smile on his face as he walked through the base.

"I love you." You whispered again into his chest. You had been doing it periodically every so often in the last 2 hours and every time Poe would repeat it back to you, kiss your head, or say something else. This time he chose to kiss your head.

"Baby, I have to go to the debriefing now and you know you can't come with me." He tried to say gently but he knew this separation might be hard for both of you. "I'm gonna put you down." He warned before encouraging your legs to go to the floor. You listened but didn't release his neck which you were also clung to. His hands fell to your waist and you both stood for a moment with your heads in each others necks and breathing deeply. "I'm gonna hand you off to Rey, okay?" He asked as he flagged down Rey from the hallway.

"Okay." You whispered, still not releasing him.

"Hey, Rey, sorry to bother you but could you keep Y/N company for a few minutes while I talk to Leia and the squadron?"

"Oh of course!" Rey chirped and you took a deep breath before releasing Poe. You let him kiss your cheeks and your nose before he walked the other direction toward the command center. You stared at him until Rey put her hand in yours and clasped it. You turned to look at her and for the first time in weeks, she saw you smile. "I'm so happy for you, Y/N." She assured and you believed her.

"Thank you." You whispered and another tear fell from you, this time of joy and happiness. Not grief.

"What do you say to heading to your room and get cleaned up a bit, yeah?" She tried and you nodded, following where her hand lead with one last glance toward the direction that Poe went.

"-the converter didnt even work until a day ago because the main power source broke down." Poe finished explaining his time on the planet he had crashed on and the rest of the squadron nodded and asked a few more questions. Once he was done, Finn met him outside the command center.

"So-" he paused, "I'm not sure how to say this nicely but most of your stuff went into the redistribution center because you were presumed dead." He rushed out. Poe took a moment to process and nodded.

"Well that's sort of a bummer. Could I borrow some of your stuff?" Poe asked, knowing it would take at least a day for him to get reassigned sets of uniforms.

"Yeah of course, that's why I'm standing here waiting for you. You could get cleaned up in my room too if you want. I know Y/N kept a few of your jackets and shirts but most of it got taken." The boys began to walk toward Finn's living quarters and there was a moment of silence before Poe asked something he wasn't sure he wanted the answer to.

"What happened when I was gone?" His throat felt dry suddenly and his words came out hoarse. "To Y/N I mean. Was she okay?" Poe wasn't sure what answer he wanted. He knew from your recent reaction that you were devastated, as he would have been, but he also knew he had a dangerous job. He might not come back from some other mission in the future and he hoped you would survive without him.

"Do you really want to know?" Finn questioned.

Poe nodded.

"I mean, she was broken." He paused to think. "She didn't talk to anyone for a week. Wouldn't move. Wouldn't cry. Rey had to help her shower and we had to beg her to eat. We almost sent her to the med wing because we thought she was gonna pass out from dehydration, she would barely take a sip of water." Poe's heart was in his throat but he was sure there was more. "Then you were pronounced KIA."

"Oh god."

"Yeah it wasn't pretty. They pulled your stuff out of your guys' room, took your name off the ledger. Leia let her keep some stuff but it was hard to watch. She finally cried, she just wouldn't stop. She was more responsive but she wasn't even moving towards okay. You could tell she was only doing what we were asking because we were begging. That she was doing it out of guilt. Today was actually the first day that I talked her into coming out of her room. She had been to the canteen for about an hour when she felt she needed to leave and then alarms sounded that you were back." Finn finished with a glance to his friend and Poe looked like he might throw up.

"I want her to be okay if I don't make it back one day." Poe tried to explain to his friend.

"She probably would have been functioning in a few months. She wouldn't have recovered but she would function. She's a strong woman, but she also loves you a lot. I mean, how would you react if she was killed on mission?" Poe could tell it was a rhetorical question but he thought about it very carefully. You were an engineer so you weren't called out on mission often, not nearly as often as him. When you were, he was worried sick the whole time. He hadn't really thought about how him being gone affected you before. Now looking back on it he kicked himself for it.

Poe thought about what he would have done if you had died and he thought that your reaction was probably mild. That he would have been unresponsive for weeks or even become violent with anger and grief. He knew that you were the one for him, the most important thing in his life, and without you he didn't know if he would find purpose in his life anymore. He fought in the war as hard as he did for you. To make the galaxy safer for you.

When he went MIA it was because he tried to take out a couple more imperial ships than he could handle. He only did it because he knew they would have followed them back to base if they left. Back to you. So he took the risk and it backfired but he knew he would do it again to try and keep the First Order away from you.

He was knocked out of his train of thought by the arrival at Finn's quarters. Poe tried to get cleaned up and dressed quickly, getting the grime off of himself and shaving his face. He hurried back to your shared quarters and when he entered his room he was greeted with your smiling face as you laughed.

You were sat on the bed, Rey on the other end, as you were talking about something which caught you in a fit of giggles. At the sound of him stepping into the room you looked at him and got up quickly to rush up and hug him tightly.

"Missed you." You mumbled into his chest. As he held you Rey silently nodded at Poe and left the room.

"Was only gone for a minute, honey bun." He reassured and you pulled your face back.

"You know I hate that one."

"Boo bear?" he teased and you shook your head no. "Munchkin?" nope. "honey bear?" no thank you. "Baby love?" You tilted your head a bit.

"I don't loathe that one."

"Sweetheart?"

"I like that one."

"Princess?"

"That's my favorite" You giggled and kissed him quickly for a moment. He could have cried at the sight of you giggling. He had missed that, you, the sounds you made, so goddamn much. More than he would ever put into words.

"I know it is, pretty girl." He smiled before picking you up and you squealed. He walked you over to the bed before dropping you on it and laying next to you. You climbed close to him, practically laying on his chest. His arm was snug around your waist and he left no room for you to move, not that you would have anyway. "How would you feel about going to bed, princess?" He almost whispered, not wanting to disrupt the fragile quiet in the room.

"Yes please. I love you Poe." You whispered back and closed your eyes a bit, focussing on his breathing.

"I love you, Y/N" he responded.

You both got the first decent sleep you'd had in weeks that night.

[macnevercries]

Champagne and Cake

(Dilf! Bakugou x Chubby F! Reader)

Warnings- oral(receiving), penetrative sex, cream pie, breeding kink, slight daddy kink, age gap, plus sized reader, mentions of alcohol

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Men your age usually don’t go for your body type. 20 something’s have always gone for skinnier girls, at least in your experience. But men in there 30s and 40s? They absolutely adored you. All of your soft curves and plush body, perfect in their eyes. You were used to the attention from the older men, it was a confidence booster but you never considered dating any of them. You always pined for your male friends who didn’t return your feelings. Who knew someone out there would change your mind.

Going out to meet online dates scared you, you were afraid of being catfished or harassed but this one was different. You had been talking for almost a month and he seemed so.. genuine. His personality could be prickly but at least he was being real to himself. You cherished honesty and he gave it to you. He was a little older, but you decided to step out of your comfort zone. Despite his age he was insanely handsome, in fact his age added to his looks.

You slip on a little black dress and kitten heels, getting ready for your date. You don’t remember the last time you had been this excited. And on top of that he was taking you to a real restaurant, not just a coffee shop. This man was full of green flags.

You pass by the mirror and check yourself out one last time before going to grab your purse, even you had to admit you looked good. Your phone dings from the couch and you rush over to get it, tripping a little as you go. Picking up your phone you see a message from your date;

-Can I pick you up at your house? There’s a specific detour on the way back from the restaurant I’d like to show you, it’s a place I love-

You read over his message, a little suspicious but you decide it’s okay. You had been talking for such a long time and you have to admit you’re quite interested in what place he would take you to. You type your address with a smiley face sitting down on your couch. After scrolling through your phone for around 10 minutes you get another text from him and you run to the door, adjusting your hair and grabbing your purse.

You lock your door behind you and dash over to the blonde man, grinning wildly. He chuckles at your excitement, embracing you in a hug as a greeting. You don’t expect it but you hug him back, man does he smell good. You inhale into his shoulder, cedar, spice and caramel filling your nose. You can’t help but nuzzle your face into him a little, quickly pulling back when your realize what you’ve done. You apologize quietly, an embarrassed red flushing your cheeks.

His crimson eyes take you in. He couldn’t help but think how cute you were, a blushing mess, round cheeks and plush thighs showing out of the bottom of your dress. You looked good enough to eat.

-You look gorgeous- he smiles, eyes crinkling at the ends.

Somehow your face manages to get redder -Thank you, you look amazing too-

His pictures don’t do him justice. His spiked blonde hair reminds you of his youthful personality, but his smile lines and wisdom-filled eyes give him away. He’s taller than you, a little tan from years in the sun and broadly built. His shoulders extend far and muscles line his arms, perfectly covered by his well-fit suit that doesn’t leave much to the imagination. He’s more gorgeous than any man you’ve been with.

He takes your hand and opens the passenger side door for you, walking around to get in after you. Such a gentleman, no man your age had ever treated you with such respect.

-Where are we going?- you ask as he pulls out of your driveway.

-A restaurant down town, only the best for a darling like you-

-Katsuki don’t mess around, I meant the ‘detour’ you told me about-

-That’s a secret, it would be no fun if I told you-

You huff, slightly annoyed at his response but still giddy with excitement. He drives calmly, it’s obvious he’s been doing it for years. As you pass through the city he reaches his hand out and places it on top of your thigh.

-Is this okay?- he asks, glancing over at you. You nod a little too quickly, the feeling of his gruff hands on your soft skin a little overwhelming in the best way.

-Good, you’re mine- He squeezes your thigh a little rough and your can only nod, his words going straight to your core.

You pull up to the restaurant and once again he gets out, opening your door and helping you out. You link your arm around his as he leads you into the most elegant place you’ve ever seen. He speaks to the hostess with you at his side, words flow from his lips as smooth as silk and it’s obvious he charms not only you.

You get led to a private table in the back, food already waiting for you.

-I hope you don’t mind that I went ahead and ordered for us, I know the best things here and I wanted you to be able to try them all-

You sit down across from him, mouth open in awe at the presentation in front of you. It looked amazing, a variety of expensive looking dishes almost completely covered the table.

-You did all this for me?-

-Anything for you princess, I love to spoil-

You giggle at his nickname, satisfied with how the date was going. You both dig into the food, exchanging small chatter smoothly as you eat. The atmosphere is romantic and serene, you couldn’t ask for anything better.

Waiters come to collect your plates and bring Bakugou a box and a bottle.

-What’s that?- you smirk, wiggling your eyebrows at him

-Part of the surprise sweetheart-

You fake a pout, grabbing his strong arm again as you leave the restaurant. He sets the box and the bottle in the back, resting his hand on your leg once again as he drives. He drives out of the city and towards the hillside, a beautiful forest surrounding you. You gape at the landscape, you hadn’t explored far out past the city very much and it was so enchanting at sunset. He drives up a hill, parking towards the top near a few trees.

-Can you stay here for a few minutes?-

You whine but nod, not wanting him to leave. He grabs the items from the back and opens the trunk, walking out of your view through the forest. He returns soon, a piece of fabric in his hands. He grabs your arm and locks the car, tucking your hair behind your ears.

-Turn around for me-

You don’t question it when he wraps a blindfold around your eyes, careful with the pressure but making sure you can’t see anything.

-Trust me okay? You’ll love this-

-Mhm, I trust you Katsuki-

You don’t see his smirk, but you can almost tell that it’s there. He leads you through the trees, one of his hands on either of your shoulders, a firm grip that reassures you. He stops suddenly, wrapping his arms around you, hugging you from behind. He slips the fabric off of your eyes and you audibly gasp at the view.

A blanket is in front of you, cake and champagne set out on top of them. Beyond the blanket is the most beautiful sunset, the sky pink and red, clouds blending the colors. Hills beyond it lit up by the soft light. It looks like a painting, it’s perfect.

-This is my favorite place and I wanted to bring you here-

His arms don’t leave you, in fact he squeezes you tighter. You feel so good in his arms, so soft, so comfortable.

-Thank you Katsuki, this is amazing-

-You’re amazing, you deserve this princess-

You turn around and link your arms behind his neck, standing on your tip toes to kiss him. You pull away after a few seconds but he grabs the back of your head, pulling you in for another, hungrier kiss. He eases you down onto the blanket, taking his place above you.

His lips are soft, tongue rough as he swipes it against your mouth, pleading for entrance. Your lips part slightly and he shoves his way in, exploring the caverns of your mouth. You give into him, letting him take care of you. Eventually you part, foreheads pressing together as you pant into his mouth. You can feel him poking your thigh and you raise your eyebrows in question.

-What can I say? You make me feel young again-

You laugh and he grins, caressing your face. He could hold you like this forever. He kisses your cheek, lips, jaw, neck and exposed collarbone, making his way down. He never takes his eyes off you as he pulls on the bottom of your dress, waiting for your nod before continuing. He kisses up your thighs, blushing when he comes face to face with your lacey panties.

-For me?-

-Who else?-

He growls, biting your thigh. You gasp and shove your fingers into his blonde locks, tugging slightly. His calloused hands play with the hem of your panties, pulling them down excruciatingly slow. He finally pulls them off, shoving them into his pocket. He flattens his tongue, licking a long stripe up your dripping slit. You shiver, gushing more slick at the feel of his experienced mouth.

-So wet for me princess-

You can feel the grin in his face as he presses kisses against your slit, a large finger toying with your entrance. Before you can even comprehend the pleasure he has two fingers pumping inside of you and his lips wrapped around your clit, teeth grazing it lightly. Your hips grind up into his face and he uses his free hand to hold you down, a bruising grip holding you still.

His fingers scissor inside of you, exploring your velvet walls until he finds the spot that makes your thighs tremble. He curls his fingers against it and nips your clit, unraveling you below him. He eases you down from your orgasm, slowing his movements and pulling out his fingers. His chin glistens in the fading sunlight.

-Open up-

Fuzzy-minded, you obey without thought. His fingers enter your mouth and you wrap your lips around them, sucking diligently. You taste yourself on his skin, the flavor only making you wetter. He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, a string of spit connecting them to your lips.

-More, Katsuki, I want more- He chuckles darkly at your plea, a smirk spreading over his face.

-More? I can work with that-

He sits you up, unzipping your dress and tossing it to the side. His practiced hands don’t struggle to unclasp your bra. He does it in seconds, his hands immediately finding purchase on them. You unbutton his dress shirt, fingers tracing his firm muscles. He unbuttons his pants sliding them down quickly and sitting down on the blanket, pulling you on top of him.

He leans into your ear, his voice lower than before

-Ride me-

You don’t have to be told twice, you grab his cock, lining it up with your entrance. He prepped you well so the only burn you feel is pleasurable. You still struggle a little to sink down onto his length, the girth stretching you for all you’re worth. He grabs your hips before you can even move, pounding up into you. You grab his shoulders for support, moans escaping your lips. Your noises make him go quicker, he wants to, needs to hear more. You look amazing above him, the sun down by now but the purple sky illuminates your figure perfectly.

Groans erupt from his chest when you clench around him, spasming and twitching, having come from his cock only.

-Fuck princess you’re doing so good for me, I know you can give me one more-

You shake your head no but that doesn’t stop his hips, he pistons into you, his thumb finding your clit and circling it roughly. You whine loudly, nails leaving crescent marks in his shoulders. The overstimulation is overcome by pleasure as he continues. You can feel yourself nearing the end again, Bakugou’s grunts helping you. He’s doing everything he can not to come, but the blissed out look on your face makes it so hard for him.

-Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up so good, breed that pretty pussy of yours, you’d like that wouldn’t you?-

You slut out a yes, followed by mewls as he gives you the third orgasm of the night. Your entire body is shaking now, and the vice grip you have on his cock brings Katsuki over the edge. He spills his load into you, painting your walls white. You collapse onto his chest, panting and pressing kisses to his jaw.

-Thank you, Daddy-

[captain-mcdavid]

three times to fall - nolan patrick

word count: 2k

smut: yes | no

summary: three times the reader realized they might have more than just friendly feelings towards nolan.

warnings: steam, swearing, alcohol (this is like the first thing i’ve written here since gpp, so bear with me, it might not be that great)

the first time

It was getting harder and harder to keep track of your group of friends in the crowded stadium, you stumbled along, your head turning left and right frantically as you looked for a familiar face. 

You slowed your pace, mouth twisting in confusion when a finger hooks through your belt loop, yanking you back into a solid chest. “Watch where you’re going,” Lips graze your ear, a recognizable deep voice whispering while hands slide to rest over your hipbones, guiding you through the crowd. 

You turn your head back and up to look at Nolan, his blue eyes zoned in on moving the two of you through the crowd. His hands stay solid on your waist, and the longer they sit there the hotter the skin starts to feel. You pull forward a little more, trying to distance yourself, hoping that maybe Nolan will let go, but his fingers just tighten on your skin making you picture things you really shouldn’t be picturing with one of your good friends. 

Suddenly Nolan jerks you to the left, and if it weren’t for his solid grip on you, you’re sure you would have tumbled over, but thank god you’re able to stay on your feet in his presence. Just literally, though. Definitely not metaphorically. Your mind trips over almost every little thing he does. 

“There she is!” You hear Leah before you see her, she appears as people clear the small corner your friends are tucked into. “Couldn’t keep up?”

She teases you and you feel the rumble of Nolan’s laughter against your back, reminding you just how close the two of you are. 

Instinctively your hand lands on his wrist, and you swear you feel an actual spark.

“We’re gonna head to the exit on 170th, it’s closest to the cars.” Leah says, and you nod.

Your ears are still ringing from the music but you hear Nolan mumble, “Sure,”

And then the group keeps walking, Nolan still behind you, his hands still on your hips and you heart still beating way too fast.

What is happening?

...

the second time

Standing against the wall you watch as the other party goers do shots, acting rambunctious and carefree. A small laugh escapes you when you see Travis throw his beer can on the ground, stomping on it mercilessly for no reason.

Another wave of the loopiness that pushed you to seek space in the first place hits, so you wander down the hall, pushing into the first room with a bed.

It’s clean, but a fast clean. The type of tidying someone does when they’re in a rush. There’s hockey memorabilia everywhere, and when you see the photo on the bedside table you realize that you’re in Nolan’s room. You feel odd being in here but you slouch onto the bed anyway, feeling better as soon as you’re off your feet.

You lean to look at the pictures on the bedside table, smiling at the sly grin Nolan sports in almost everyone of the photos. Since the concert you had been thinking about him more than you should. It wasn’t normal to view a good friend like this, one that you’ve known since elementary school.

You’ve watched him grow up. And somehow you started seeing him less as the goofy kid that kicked everyone’s ass in gym class hockey, and more as a man. A hot man. With a good sense of humour and an extremely charming smile.

“Snooping?”

Your head snaps towards the door when you hear his voice, his lazy grin lets you know he’s not serious so you smirk in response, giving him a nod, your heart rate picking up.

There are a lot of things running through your head at the moment, and you’re very close to saying every single one of them, but you’d need one more shot to do that.

He runs his hand through his hair as he walks over to you, and your filter loosens enough for the words to slip out, “Can I play with your hair?”

Nolan laughs and you giggle along with him while he sits beside you on the bed. “You wanna play with my hair?”

You nod, biting your lip as you crawl menacingly towards him. His eyes widen and he inches further away, grabbing at your wrists when you try to reach for him.

“No,” He laughs, pushing you away.

You sit back on your knees and frown, “Please,”

He scans you with furrowed brows for a moment before sighing and nodding. You scoot behind him with an excited squeal, signalling his loud laugh, and a flutter of your heart.

You wouldn’t do it- any of this really- if you weren’t intoxicated, but knowing that you can blame all of your embarrassing actions on alcohol. Throwing caution to the wind you move so that your legs are on either side of him, you’re not expecting him to, but almost instinctively he leans back into you. With a grin you run your hands through his locks and he makes a fake moaning noise.

“I’m gonna braid it,” You whisper, separating the hair into three chunks. You’re surprised by how soft it feels in between your fingers. You’re focused on braid and you’re nearly halfway done when you feel a light touch on the bottoms of both of your feet. It’s an uncomfortable tickle that makes you fidgit, both your legs coming to wrap around Nolans torso.

Realizing the weirdness of it all you’re about to move your legs but Nolan holds them there. “What are you doing?” You ask, wiggling your feet in his lap.

Nolan stands suddenly and you gasp, grabbing his shoulders quick so the other half of you doesn’t fall behind. “Nolan put me down!”

He spins maniacally squeezing your calves relentlessly while you shake with laughter. You jerk one leg free finally nearly falling when it hits the ground. Nolan drops your other leg and you use all your strength to shove him. You’re expecting more than him just lazily falling onto the bed, but that’s all you get despite what you though was an impressive output of strength. “Asshole,” You murmur, moving closer to push at his chest, but he catches your wrist with a smirk, yanking you right into him.

You’re nearly chest to chest, and you’re extremely confused as to what’s going on but you let it happen anyway, moving easily as he guides you to straddle his lap. You have a staring contest for a minute, but the look in his eyes is so intense you need a break, so you reach your hands into his hair again, running your nails along his scalp. His eyes flutter shut, hands coming to rest in the back belt loops of your jeans.

“Nolan,” You whisper, and it sounds like a question, cause you’re seriously wondering what the hell is going on.

He opens his eyes and hums a response, one of his hands moving from your back to your face. His thumb catches your bottom lip and he sweeps it down, watching the way it moves.

Your heart is no longer beating steadily at this point, because you can’t believe that this is happening. But it is, and he’s definitely leaning in closer. When he kisses you the first time it’s gentle, so soft you’re not even sure it actually happened. Your lips mould together lightly, almost like he’s afraid of your reaction.

When he pulls back and your eyes flutter open, lips still parted he stares back, his gaze flickering between your own and your mouth. You swear you see the slate color in his eyes darken before he connects your lips again, harder and more urgent this time.

His lips are so soft and inviting, the way they work with your own makes you feel like your entire body is buzzing. His tongue licks into your mouth and you instinctively lean into him, your hands sliding down to the naps of his neck. Tugging lightly at the hair you slide your other hand below the fabric of his flannel and t shirt, trying to get as close as possible.

Nolan pushes at your bum, queuing a roll of your hips against him. The low moan that your movement entices has you pulling away with a gasp, fuck he’s hot.

You observe him with wide eyes, his swollen lips and heaving chest. He tilts your chin up forcefully, exposing your neck. He bites into the skin gently, and you want nothing more than to lean back in and kiss the life out of him, but sober you is fighting for the steering wheel, which is why you blurt out, “What are we doing?”

“Making out,” He mumbles, words muffled against the skin of your neck.

“Just making out?” You reply, your hand gripping harder at his hair. You’re like pushing him into you, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

“Do you want me to do more?” He whispers, pressing his lips right below your ear.

“More...?” It comes out breathy, you’re totally engrossed in what his mouth is doing.

“Yeah,” He starts, kissing down the column of you neck before dragging his tongue back up. “More.”

A loud moan escapes you at his actions, and he chuckles against your skin. “I’m gonna take that as a yes,”

Then he’s standing up, but you’re prepared this time, holding onto him easily. His teeth are dragging across your collarbone now, while he strides across the room, he kicks the door shut and then turns back to drop you onto the bed.

His lips travel down your neck and chest, and when his hands slide up the fabric, and just when he’s about to pull it off, the door busts open, almost as fast as it just closed.

“Nolan!” Travis yells, completely oblivious to the fact that he’s literally on top of you. “Beer pong, let’s go.” And then he leaves.

The room goes silent and all you and Nolan can do is stare at eachother, the earlier moment completely ruined.

“Uh...”

“I should um-,” Nolan starts, and you nod, frozen underneath him. He just nods and then stands from the bed, looking back and forth between you and the door before he nods awkwardly and then leaves.

What is happening?

...

the third time

“We are not watching that!” Rachel barks, yanking the DVD case from Nolan’s hand. 

“Slap shot is a classic, but fine.” He grunts, flopping down onto the couch beside you.

You shift away from him a little, still not sure how to act. More chatter ensues, and you give input every once in a while, rolling your eyes at your friends incapability to choose a movie. Finally, someone decides on the Avengers, and not everyone is happy of course, but the opening credits start to roll anyways. 

Ignoring the five people already on the couch, Rachel parks herself directly in the middle, squishing everyone up against each other, groans and swears are heard from all of you but Rachel just waves you off, making you roll your eyes. 

You feel Nolan shift beside you, turning so he’s more on his side giving you a little more space. “Here,” He mumbles, hand finding your leg and adjusting you so you were in the same position, your back pressed to his front. He’s practically spooning you, your right shoulder pressed to the back of the couch. You’re stiff against his body, and it’s like he can feel it, cause he rubs his hand back and forth against your thigh.

You haven’t talked about what happened at his party, and Nolan seems to be acting like nothing has happened, but you can’t brush it off that easy. Not after all these feelings you’ve been having.

To your surprise he doesn’t move his hand, it stays in it’s place a few inches above your knee. Leah chucks a blanket over the herself and the two of you, making Nolan’s very noticeable PDA less noticeable.

As the movie starts, your friends chatter and jost at eachother, but it dies down eventually, everyone quieting to watch the action.

You eventually relax too, leaning back into Nolan instinctively, your eyes drooping the longer the movie plays.

At some point the noise around you mutes completely, Nolan’s warmth and steady breathing lulling you to sleep.

You don’t wake until the movies over, your friends all nudging on the couch to get up.

You shift, trying to appear less groggy but then a hand slides from your leg to your waist, and Nolan pulls you back against him.

“Tired?” His low voice rumbles behind you, and maybe it’s that you’re still tired, or maybe it’s that you just want to feel him behind you, but you nod, leaning even further back.

He chuckles, his head falling to rest on yours. And then your friends turn to face you all cuddled up, and the both of you are straightening up immediately.

You stand, trying to hide the blush on your cheeks. “Good movie,” You say, and everyone laughs.

“Oh please, you watched maybe five minutes of it,” Leah quips, and you make a face back.

“Ready Nolan?” Trevor asks, pulling his keys out of his pocket.

Everybody else heads to the door as well, giving hugs on the way out.

Nolan reaches out to give you a one armed hug before he walks out the door, and it’s so quick you almost miss the way he kisses the corner of your mouth, winking before he walks out.

You’re left standing there in complete shock, which seems to be a very common emotion when you’re around Nolan lately.

And all you can think is what is happening?

[kimnjss]

OOH DRABBLES!? Can you please do one from groupie love and yn is like whining for Hobi to finish working in the studio so he puts her on his lap and fingers her or something and then she gets all tired and falls asleep

groupie love drabble. explicit. 1.5K words.

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you've been here all day. not even an exaggeration, you've been here all day. it was a cute idea on paper. showing up at the studio unannounced to surprise your boyfriend, he always loved when you popped in... especially if you came with snacks. with the hopes of him saying 'fuck it' and turning in early, you bring more than just snacks.

dressed in the dress you know he loves to see you in, a pastel-colored mini that hugged the soft lines of your body nicely. hair pulled back to show off the dazzling necklace he had got for you for one anniversary or another. and then there was the kicker... two large bento boxes in hand with his name on it.

hoseok turns for no more than a few seconds, just enough time to flash you that pretty smile of his. he mouths something, but you don't catch it too focused on the lack of excitement in his features. and then he's turning back to the computer as if you're not standing there waiting for his attention.

maybe he didn't notice it was you. setting the food down on the table, you're moving to stand behind him. a single manicured finger poking into his shoulder just before you're leaning into his view. “helloooo!” nose scrunching at the sight of the large headphone covering his ear, you don't hesitate to pull it back. “baby. you didn't see me?”

all he does is nod, gently pulling the earphone from your grip to secure it back in place. he does, though, lean up to press a soft kiss to your lips – keeping the pout from fully forming. “give me a minute, princess. i'm almost done,” he smiles softly, hand reaching up to pat your head in the way that he does before he was turning his attention back to the monitor.

that was hours ago. the sun had set, and his food had gone cold. you've gone from restless to annoyed at least ten times and you were just seconds from flicking objects at the back of his head. it's bobbing along to the beat of whatever song he's making and while you loved the sight of your boyfriend doing what he loved, you can't help but roll your eyes.

“hoseokkkk!” his name dragged out through a huff as you're hopping back up. “are you done yet?” words falling on deaf ears, he doesn't even budge. you're stomping in his direction, arms crossed over his chest. “are you done yet?” you repeat, stood beside him this time and he doesn't even look!

you're reaching for his ear, but he's quicker than you, jerking his head to the side before you can touch it. oh, so now he wants to acknowledge you. it's an obvious sign to let him work, but you can't bring yourself to care. so once again, you're reaching out – this time for the wire that connects his headphones to the computer. you're tugging it before he can bat your hand away. “are you done yet?”

the angry expression on his face melts into a mildly annoyed one when his eyes land on the pout of your lips at how big and sad your eyes are. “i said one minute, baby.” he speaks much softer than he initially intended.

“you said that three hundred-fifty-three minutes ago,” that has a laugh falling from his lips, eyes shifting to the computer screen where the time is displayed. well after eleven at night and if he remembered correctly, you had come barreling in around five. now he felt bad, it had only felt like a few minutes since you got here.

he's turning his chair to face you fully, arms reaching out to wrap around your waist. easily pulling your body toward his, he's able to maneuver your body into his lap. “i'm sorry, love. i just got caught up... i'm almost done, though.” that's obviously not what you wanted to hear, because you're huffing again, moving to stand from his grip.

hoseok is quickly tightening his arms around your body, keeping you pinned to him. “just a little longer, i promise. why don't you sit in my lap while i finish?” he offers with an all too convincing smile. it doesn't take long for you to loosen up, allowing him to pull you comfortably between his legs before he's turning to face the screen again.

you stay like that for twenty minutes. his hand resting innocently on your stomach as he plays around with the track in front of him. your back is pressed into his chest, the soft breaths he lets out tickling the side of your neck. he's humming, tapping his fingers against your stomach and although you know he's still 'in the zone', it's much better than being sat on that uncomfortable couch.

it's calming, being cradled by him. the way you sink into his chest is involuntary, head resting on his shoulder just so you're able to nuzzle your face in the crook of your neck. the feeling of your soft lips against his skin is what snaps him out of his musically induced trance. you leave a trail of soft kisses, mixing in a few mind-numbing swipes of your tongue.

one hand resting on the other side of his neck, holding him in place as your mouth moves. he doesn't even have it in him to remind you that he has work to do because your mouth feels so good and he can't keep his mind from wandering to how good it feels in other places.

the hand on your stomach moves on its own accord, gliding down the front of your body until his fingers are finding the skin of your thigh. fingers gripping the flesh underneath them, eyes fluttering as you invite your teeth to the party. you're wiggling above him, ass just barely brushing against his covered cock.

that was the farthest thing from your mind, though, your real focus was spreading your legs apart for the next thing that you wanted from him. free hand reaching for his on your thigh, leading it underneath the hem of your dress until it's completely covering your mound.

“fuck,” he's groaning, fingers making quick work to nudge your panties to the side. he finds your clit instantly, the pads of his fingers rubbing slow circles into it. the breathy moans you let out fan over his ear, urging him on. toying with you until your hips are rolling into his touch, slit growing wetter with each push of his finger.

it's not until you're dripping, squirming underneath his touch does he reach down. the tips of his fingers finding your entrance and slipping in with ease. sharp teeth sinking into the skin of his neck to muffle the whine he knows you want to let out. so wet and warm around his fingers, it's a bummer it's not his dick buried inside of you instead.

this was good enough for now, though. he pushes his way past your walls until his knuckles meet your wetness. the pace he sets is slow at first, allowing you to get yourself together, but the moment you're rolling your tongue onto the fresh bite marks – he's picking up the pace.

pulling a gargled curse from your lips as he fucks his fingers in and out of you. you try, desperately, to keep up, hips rolling and bucking into his palm. “hobi-,” your hand searches for something to grip on, going from his thigh to his wrist to your breast. eyes fighting to stay open as the pleasure washes through your body.

you're panting, chanting for him to keep going, so of course, he slows down. fingers reaching deep inside of you at a much slower pace. he's finding the rough patch of skin deep inside of you, teasing it at first before full-on pressing his fingers into it. you're not truly falling apart until his fingers are reaching down to tug on your clit, in rhythm with the way he presses into your gspot.

“already?” he teases, feeling the way your walls tighten around your fingers. smiling smugly but feigning confusion as if he's not speed rolling you to the edge. “let me have a kiss, baby.” he requests and even though your brain is basically mush, you're able to pull it together enough to press your lips against his.

he licks into your mouth, sucks on your lips, swallows every last one of your whiny moans up until you're pulling back to let out a scream. fingers sped up enough to cause a ripple in your thighs and you feel the snap throughout your entire body. incoherent sentences falling from your lips as your body moves in tandem with his fingers.

although his pace gradually comes to a stop, he's not pulling his fingers out until your whines have turned to soft sighs. head heavy with no choice but to lay it on his shoulder, eyes hooded and a dopey smile on your face. hoseok is craning his neck to get a good look at your face, a grin lighting up his features. “feel good?”

you're not sure you remember how to talk, so you're simply nodding your head. a sleepy giggle leaving your lips as you move your face further into your neck. he says something else, but you can't place what it is or what it means – sleeping taking over your body.

[starrysamu]

sweet music –

miya atsumu x f!reader.

“be still, my foolish heart.”

atsumu is sure of one thing: his heart does not work. 

he should state that he is not medically diagnosed with anything. he’s able to run and pump blood through his veins just fine. he’s had no reason to get an ECG, but he’s sure that’d turn out normal too.   

yet despite his fully functioning pacemaker, he thinks he’s close to flatlining. this is the absence of whatever little sinoatrial activity he had to begin with. 

and while he questions everything he’s ever known in his life, there’s that familiar, monotonous tone you’d hear on television when someone actually flatlines, playing in the background of this melodrama he calls ‘his life.’ 

it’s a confirmed kill. 

you wave at him. are you the angel, here to send him off to the afterlife, or are you the doctor that has the defibrillator on hand, ready to pump his heart back to life? 

he knows the answer is neither, because you’re the one who’s sent him straight into shock. he wants to believe that while you’re singlehandedly responsible for his demise, you’re also responsible for reviving him. every reaction has an equal and opposite reaction, or whatever einstein said ... right? 

his mouth runs dry when he looks at you. “what?” 

“what’s wrong?” 

he wants to run a thumb over the crease in between your brows when they pinch together. 

“nothing,” he says quickly. “nothing.” 

he wants to press his index fingers at the corners of your lips to pull them right back up when you frown. 

“doesn’t seem like nothing,” you mumble, peering at him. “i don’t think i’ve ever seen you zone out like that. i’ve been calling your name for a while now.” 

how could he have missed that sweet melody? 

while he’s mentally punching himself in the face, you say something he doesn’t quite hear ... again. it’s not like he’s thinking about anything else except for you anyways, so how does he keep missing what feels like the grandest concerto of his life?  

the couch dips next to you and you draw your legs up, snuggling your toes under his thighs. he reaches for your nose and pinches it. 

“your toes are cold.” 

you stick your tongue out at him. “keep them warm then.” 

he blinks at you. when he looks at you for a moment too long, your lower lip juts out.  

“what is it?” you murmur, “why’re you so out of it today?” 

you run your thumb against his cheekbone gently. it’s everything warm against his skin and he leans in towards you as your fingers tangle in his hair, your eyes raking him over with worry.   

he opens his mouth to say something, but he can’t find the words. where would he even begin? he’s so head over heels that he’s fallen flat on his face. 

the palm that rests on his cheek draws him in and your lips press against his, as if to ground him. for that, he’s thankful - because it’s enough to bring him back to life even after he thinks his heart has stopped beating. 

he feels your toes wiggle underneath him and he smiles against you. he keeps you close when he pulls away, as if he’s going to miss the words from your mouth for the millionth time that day. 

“what did you say earlier? i missed it.” 

you look away from him and he clasps your chin between two fingers. his eyebrows arch expectantly. in the back of his mind, he thinks he’s heard it right, but it’s meaningless if it doesn’t come from your lips.  

“if you missed it, then you missed it,” you say simply, shrugging your shoulders. you avert your eyes despite the fact that he’s now pressed both of his palms against your cheeks, holding your head in place. 

“if i say i didn’t miss it, will you say it again?” he whispers, his breath ghosting your lips. “for me?” 

“you missed out, babe.” 

“you have to say it,” he says dramatically, shutting his eyes, “otherwise i’ll die.” 

you laugh and it’s the sweetest melody of all. and right before he presses his lips to yours again, he hears the choir leading him to heaven.  

“i love you, miya atsumu.” 

his heart stutters. he’s absolutely, undoubtedly, wholeheartedly, 100% sure it’s going to stop at any moment now – just like he’s absolutely, undoubtedly, wholeheartedly, 100% sure you’ll definitely be the death of him one day. 

[tinawriting]

Prince Charming (G.W)

Pairing: George Weasley x fem!reader

Requested: Yes/No

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Summary: George’s thoughts on being in love with one of his closest friends.

Warnings: swearing, not proofread, my english

A/N: It’s implied that the reader is a Gryffindor but it doesn’t matter to the story. Also, is George’s pov. I’m actually kinda proud of this :’)

Word count: 1.6k

“I love you Y/n,” he said to her looking directly at her eyes, those beautiful, beautiful eyes, “and I love you,” she said back, George has never been happier. The love of his life reciprocated his feelings! He could feel heat warming his entire body just from having her in front of him. He wrapped his arms around her and leaned in to kiss her pretty lips...

“GEORGE!”

George groaned and burrowed his face on the pillow, thinking about how this was another night dreaming about her and how he was about to kiss her if not for his stupid twin screaming at him.

“The fuck do you want mate?” He asked groggily, voice rough with sleep. “I was having a good dream.” He sat up rubbing the sleep off his eyes. “Yeah, I noticed by the way you were mumbling Y/n’s name,” said Fred with a smirk while crossing his arms in front of his chest, that woke him up. “What? Do I really talk on my sleep?” He asked nervously, the smirk on Fred’s face grew wider. “No, but now I know I was right, now get your ugly arse out of bed if you want breakfast and clean your face if you don’t want to scare Y/n away, or maybe go like that and she might give me a chance.” Said Fred winking. George rolled his eyes and threw a shoe at his brother’s head, the latter dodging it in time and getting out of the room with a loud laugh.

He got out of bed and went to the bathroom, he looked at himself in the mirror, he is attractive, a lot of girls had said so, even Y/n. She always compliments him, but she also compliments all of her friends, that just how she is. He is funny, he really is, he can always make people laugh even without the presence of his twin, she always laugh, but she laughs at everything with that extremely contagious and unattractive laugh that makes everyone around her laugh more, he loves seeing her laugh, the ways her eyes become smaller and her smile wider, and the times she throws her head back exposing her beautiful neck are his favorites. She is always shining on her own, she doesn’t need him, she doesn’t want him, at least not the way he wants her. He is okay with it though, he loves being her friend and enjoys the moments she chooses to be with him.

He shook his head trying to get those thoughts out of his mind, he washed his face with cold water and went down to the common room, to his surprise, she was there sitting in one of the chairs staring at the fire.

“What a pretty girl like you is doing here all alone?” He said with a smirk watching as her eyes left the fireplace and focused on his, a small smile appearing on her face and then a smirk to match his. “Oh, I was just here waiting to see if my Prince Charming would come down the stairs to take me to breakfast!” She said exaggerating a posh accent and fluttering her eyelashes faking a sweet smile. George resisted the urge to follow the game and asked in confusion. “But Fred is already there isn’t he? Why didn’t you go with him?” She looked down at her lap, was she blushing? It sure was a lightning thing.

“I wanted to go with you, don’t tell Fred because it’ll break his heart but you are my favorite,” she looked up at him again and sent him a cheeky wink, he tried to calm his aggressive heartbeat while she stood up and went in the direction of the portrait hole, George on her heels.

They seated down on the Gryffindor table next to each other, Lee and Fred in front of them, looking at his left he saw Y/n taking a toast and pouring tea on a cup, her delicate fingers curled around it and took a sip, her eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of the warm liquid against her lips, her beautiful slightly chapped moving lips... moving? She’s talking!

“What was that love?” He asked her trying to actually listen to her this time. She sighed and put down her cup. “I said, do you guys have quidditch practice today?” She told him slowly like talking to a child who’s going to have a stroke if you speak to them too fast. “Yes,” he said. “Why? Are you going to cheer on us? Or maybe flash us to disturb our practice?” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. That brought out a laugh out of her and George has never been so proud of himself. “No,” she said still laughing, “I wanted to ask you if you would study with m... give me moral support, as you don’t study, at the library but I guess I’ll go alone.” She said it so casually, why does she look so disappointed? Does she wants him there with her? Just to be there? And just him? Certainly she didn’t look at Fred while she was saying it, maybe...

“I’ll go,” George whipped his head so fast he swears his neck just broke. “Are you sure Lee? Don’t you want to watch the guys practice?” Y/n asked looking at the boy across from her who shrugged. “Nah,” he said waving a hand dismissively, “I have this essay for McGonagall I need to finish and I’d really like to go with you if you’re going to flash me,” he said winking at her and she laughed throwing a piece of toast at his head, Y/n smirked and leaned forward. “You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

George felt as if his veins were on fire, how dare he? He knows he likes Y/n, he knows she’s off limits. Although, he’s never admitted that he likes Y/n, Fred knows, of course he knows, it’s like they can read each other’s minds sometimes, but Lee must know, he thinks he is so obvious about this crush that even McGonagall knows. Should he tell Lee? But why should he tell him? It’s not like George has a chance with Y/n, does he? and if she wants to be with Lee then George will let them be happy, get married, have kids and grow old together while he cries his eyes out at night and spends the rest of his life adopting cats and taking care of a hounded plants like an old lady, maybe he could...

“Georgie?” A soft voice asked, and when he look up he saw those eyes that would be the death of him. “Are you alright? I was just saying goodbye but you zoned out there.” Merlin, he has to stop thinking about her all the fucking time, or else she’s going to realize his massive crush on her. “I’m fine Y/n, just tired, good luck.” He said with a small smile, she thanked him and walked away with Lee.

“You have to do something about it mate,” he heard his twin say across the table. “She clearly likes you, you like her, I don’t see the problem here.” George sighed and thought about it for a second, he could tell her, and if he rejects him maybe he could play it off as a prank, yeah, he could tell her.

He definitely could not tell her.

He just couldn’t, after practice and a well deserved shower he went to the Gryffindor common room to get some rest when he saw her by herself in a couch with a piece of parchment, her brow furrowed and looking quite concentrated, he approached her and gave her a little tap at her shoulder. She startled and look up at him. “Fred! you just can’t scare me like that.” She said. George frowned at her and then smirked. “Can’t even tell us apart anymore can you, love?” Realization flashed across her face and she let out a chuckle. “Fuck George, I’m sorry, I’ve been reading this for so long I can’t see straight anymore.” She said pointing at the parchment in her lap. He sat down and wrapped an arm around her frame, their thighs and sides touching, with his free arm he took the parchment and started reading it, completely missing the longing look the girl shoot in his direction.

“I think this is pretty good Y/n, stop stressing.” He said rubbing her arm. She groaned and laid her head on his shoulder. “Thanks Georgie, I feel like I haven’t stop this last months and it’s driving me mad.” George looked at her and sent her a cheeky smile. “Maybe I can snog you and distract you.” He said before winking at her. “Why don’t you?”

What?

“What?” He said with wide eyes, did she just really...? “Shit, sorry George, I- fuck, I thought you were- I mean I’m a little confused because I haven’t slept in days and I’m stressed and-”

But she didn’t get to finish what she was about to say because he leaned in and press their lips together. She wasn’t kissing him back and George felt his heart sank, he tried to pull away but then he felt a hand reaching across his neck and grabbing his hair, pulling him closer and he started to wonder if he died in quidditch practice and he was actually in heaven.

After what could have been a minute or a year, they broke the kiss. “So you are my Prince Charming.” She said breathlessly and with pink colouring her cheeks, but that didn’t take away the teasing tone, which brought a laugh out of him. “Shut up.” He said chuckling and leaned in again, smiling into their kiss.

[ateezinmymind]

my brother’s best friend (part 1)

word count: 4k

fluff, slight angst??

(series masterlist)

tag list: @brie02 @a-soft-hornytiny @reeateez @multidreams-and-desires

Jung Wooyoung, the boy who was irresistible, but off limits. Jung Wooyoung, the boy who just had to be your brother’s best friend…

“Y/n!”

Snapping your eyes out of the reoccurring unsettling thoughts, remembering you're still in the 1st hour. You guess the bell already rang, seeing everyone had their bodies turned in the teachers direction.

The class murmuring amongst themselves, the small episodes of laughter and whispers.

“You didn’t even hear!” Gripping your shoulder and shaking it around, you roll your head towards the boy sitting next to you. “The announcements said there’s going to be a school bonfire this Friday!! Aren’t you excited?” Not getting the ecstatic reaction he was hoping for, scoffing out Wooyoung leaned back into his desk.

Looking down at the ground you searched for a reasonable excuse to tell the guy you’ve been dreaming about, you weren’t going.

“y’know.. Woo I don’t think that’s really my scene“ bringing your gaze into his unamused eyes you continue without confidence, “a-and you know it.”

Flicking the loose bangs that fell to his eyes, Wooyoung looks at you with disappointment. “That doesn’t mean you can’t change.” Leaning forward in his desk once more, taking his chin to his hands, closing his eyes he whispers out “you don’t have to stay hidden away from the fun”

———

Why was he so committed to bringing you out of your comfort zone? It’s not like he actually enjoys being in your presence. He and your brother have always been picky about the terms of you hanging out with them. Yeosang loves you of course, like any brother would, it was indescribable and obvious. But once he graduated high school, last year. He had told Wooyoung to keep his intended boundaries from you and not spend as much time with you when he came over. But even during Yeosang’s senior year, you and Wooyoung actually came to become close friends.

October, 29th << Junior year

“Get off! Get off! I can’t breathe!” Spitting out fits of giggles and snorts, Wooyoung laid sprawled out on top of you. “No! I can’t, I’m sorry y/n.” giving a wiggle seeking comfort “you stole my spot.”

It was true. You did steal his seat on the couch. It was so tempting to lay your head down when he got up to use the restroom.

The three of you were having a scary movie marathon, which meant lots of snacks, blankets and jump scares. When the first movie ended you hadn’t realized you had clung to Wooyoung’s side until Yeosang gave a cold glare and a questioning “what the fuck?” And from there, was when Woo got the sudden urge to get out of the brewing situation by going to use the bathroom.

Rolling your eyes, giving out a huff, you lay yourself along the sofa. “Why are you acting like that Yeosang??” lifting himself up off the recliner he goes to put in the next movie, slumping down and ejecting the disk he quips out, “like what?” Giving out a small chuckle from annoyance, you stick your tongue out to the back of his head. “Like you’re going to have me banned from my own existence”

Closing the case, Yeosang turns around and tilts his head to the side. Plastering you a look of disgust, “I’m sorry, but I just witnessed my sister boggling my best friend. To which I might add, is off the table”

Lifting your head up and forcing it back down, you continuously hit it over the sounds of your groans. There was no wrong intention of being friendly and quite frankly seeking comfort from the scary movie, it was stupid. Right as Yeosang gets up off the floor and heads to the kitchen to refill his bowl of popcorn, Wooyoung comes out of the bathroom. In perfect timing.

“You little-“ he blurts, running towards you as evil giggles ignite within him as he plunges his hands on your shoulders. Rocking you up and down as he makes his way on top of your flat frame.

Hearing laughter and squeals come from the living room, Yeosang puts his phone down and peeks into the area. Observing the way your face is flushed, and how you’re literally being all up in Wooyoung‘s damn business, made his blood boil. Stomping back to the kitchen, the beeping of the microwave feeding his flaming fire of rage, gets feverishly opened and as he takes the popcorn out of its bag and into the bowl. He makes sure to slam it shut unnecessarily hard.

“Dude get off my fucking sister, that’s gross.” As silence blanketed the room, the tension before significantly increased. “Chill, we were just messing around-“ Wooyoung says almost defensively.

Propping your elbows up, swiping a hand over your forehead, moving the messed up hair. You look up at Wooyoung, who’s jaw clenches and unclenches, as the veins in his neck become prominent.

Tapping his arm as a gesture for him to release you from his trap, the awkward silence feeds your urge to leave this situation completely. “Please get up Woo” you practically plead out. So he does, he releases his hands on your waist and gives you a light apology. “Sorry-“

“Thanks.” Yeosang spits out. “Now we can continue on to the next movie…” looking over at you getting off the couch, he gives one last blow, “the reason why you’re even here.”

Your eyes become blurry with tears, from both embarrassment and the sudden anger rising within. Now standing, you quickly fold the blanket you were wrapped in just seconds before. Draping it over the cushion, you look at Yeosang who snidely smirks in satisfaction at the television. Then to Wooyoung who portrays himself in a stiff manner. His arms folded over his chest, left leg bouncing quickly, and wearing an expressionless face.

Quickly looking down to the floor, you make your way across the room and to the bottom of the stairs. Trying not to embarrass yourself any more, you try and sound the least bit affected by your feelings. “Goodnight. Thank you for letting me hang out-” leaving the boys to continue watching by themselves.

Making your way up to enclose yourself in your room, face hot and limbs jittery. Why did Yeosang have to humiliate you in such ways, you knew Wooyoung didn’t mean anything by it. Of course that’s not the same way you feel about him, because who wouldn’t have some intimate feelings for him. He was a charmer, and hell he knew it. Wooyoung never bent out of shape about it though, he had times of modesty and respect, especially when he was trying to get on someone’s good side.

There was that one week where he spent his entire day, everyday to help out with the junior class decorations for the school spirit competition. You’d never seen him so motivated before that, it still makes you chuckle to this day. He’s always yearning for affection, though he can be seen to come off as a cold hearted person, Wooyoung wants to please the people around him. He doesn’t like having enemies or people who look down on him, and he won’t risk his reputation of being ‘everyone’s friend’. It’s in his nature to be a comforting presence, and that's why you think you’re so fond of him.

Opening the door to your bedroom, getting welcomed by your favorite scent from the lit candle by the window, you let out a long sigh of exasperation. At least this was the longest you’ve got to hang with them yet. You could see this as a plus, though because this outburst had to happen today.. right when Halloween is around the corner. Your once exciting ideas flew out the window while insecurities sank their teeth in.

It was a stupid idea to begin with, of course you shouldn’t hang out with him, he wasn’t your friend. It’s not like you befriended him first, even though he’s been your classmate since the beginning of this school year, your junior year, you drew an interest in him when he made his way to introduce himself. He had been so funny, making the whole class laugh out from this one awfully corny joke.

Wooyoung being the new student was like a fresh start to a better experience. He wanted to put his past behind him, and change his former and darker days.

In all honesty Wooyoung didn’t share a lot about his life, which is interesting to consider— for he’s so determined to be a safe place for everyone else. You were clueless about how his life besides your home and school goes down. It’s not that you were suspicious about him hiding something, but if he in fact was even the slimmest bit of your friend, you’d want him to open up too.

Walking over to your nightstand, turning on the warm lit lamp you sit on the end of the bed and flop down on your back. “Thank you for letting me hang out??” Slapping your forehead, you give a cry of humiliation, “why did I say that-“ you shouldn’t have to have permission to be friendly with your brother, and frankly his friends! Why was Yeosang so picky when it came to Wooyoung but not the others?? You’ve had your times of fun with Seonghwa, why was he so different?? It made you angry to say the least.

The other boys came over a lot more before Wooyoung showed up. Mingi and Seonghwa showed you a side you’ve missed with Yeosang.. they brought him comfort and genuine smiles and hospitality. They didn’t hold a grudge on each other, they didn’t keep secrets, and he actually liked to talk about them in your presence. This year changed how things were..Mingi left schools when Wooyoung came, and Yeosang stopped hanging out with Seonghwa. Obviously it was a sensitive topic, but that only intrigued you more.

Getting up, quickly making your way to the bathroom, trying not to wake yourself up before you wouldn’t be able to sleep. You take care of your nightly routine of washing your face, brushing your teeth, etcetera. Hearing Wooyoung give a quick and loud commentary about the typical people in scary movies from down stairs, you rub your eyes with exhaustion. Today drained you, and in order for this Halloween weekend to be a success, there needs to be some time to sleep. Blowing out your candle, and then turning off your lamp, you hop into the warmth of your bed, and fall into a slumber.

October, 30th << Junior year

“KANG YEOSANG YOU PIECE OF SHIT!” opening your eyes, the screaming voice of Wooyoung does its job of erupting ears, and it makes you roll out of bed. Groaning with annoyance, once again make your way to the bathroom to wash up.

Going to your closet, picking out an outfit for the day you choose some casual leggings with a t-shirt. Another scream from outside your door makes you think of all the possibilities causing it could be. It’s only 9 in the morning and already they’ve woken the house.

Walking across the hall to your brothers room, you give a quick knock. “Yeosang??” you ask, but you’re only met with giggles and then a smack, ending in a “OUCH!” assuming it’s from Wooyoung, given his standards.

Turning the handle, you peek through the door to see your brother and his friend sitting on the floor, faces lit with blue in the dark room, and nudging each other repeatedly. They’re absolutely unfazed, and had no clue the door even opened. You roll your eyes, at the fact they woke you up with video games..typical—

“Hey!” getting their attention, they swivel their heads over to you immediately. In all honesty you didn’t even think they’d hear you, so a bit flustered about how much attention you had made you just laugh. “Do you guys want breakfast?” softly saying, and all they do is turn back to the screen and give a sigh of relief and a happy “YES PLEASE!” making you gently close the door and head your way down the stairs.

“Good morning mom!” stepping into the kitchen you sing out to where she is sitting at the table reading a book and sipping on coffee. Looking up at you, and giving a bright smile, she gets up and greets you in a morning hug and kiss, “Good morning my sweet y/n, how did you sleep?”

Giving a light chuckle and soft smile back, you separate yourself from her body and turn to the fridge. “It was fine...actually pretty nice. Since I didn’t stay up as long as the boys-“ then turning to playfully give your mom another roll of your eyes and finish saying, “but they DID wake me up!” making her laugh out loud, she sits back down and picks up her book and sighs out- but joyfully, “Yep, I heard” craning your head back to look at her face, you see she wasn’t mad, just wearing a smile sweetly.

There’s times where you think your mom needs help, with dad rarely being around because of work, you never find her complaining. She is strong, practically caring for three children, because Wooyoung is welcomed whenever he wants. It’s a problem, but it’s become a habit or probably more a lifestyle.

Taking out the carton of eggs, some bacon and fruit you start on breakfast. You thought just something simple would do.. there’s no need to go all out. Your mom kept trying to help you out, but everytime you insisted she’d relax instead.

After finally cutting and washing the various fruits and filling the plates of food, you give your mom her meal first. Setting it in front of her reading state, you kiss her cheek “here you are! I’ll go get the boys” you say and turn to set your way up the staircase.

Skipping two steps at a time, you reach the top and strut to your brothers room. Hearing the muffled conversation, knowing you shouldn't invade either of their privacy, curiosity took its turn in you. No more screams or fits of laughter spilled out through the crack, only the low inaudible stammers.

Softly placing your hand on the door frame, leaning your head in for better comprehension, the conversation clears up and becomes coherent. Not even needing to be in the room, you know there's tension going on. “But that's a whole different story Woo, I didn't feel that way with Seonghwa..it was just d-different.” you had no idea what was going down, why was Yeosang talking about Seonghwa? “sure, I get that. But i just don't understand why you are always so weird about me wanting to acknowledge your sister..you get such a temper when she's around.” then there was a long pause, hearing someone shuffling about, sounding like they're on the bed, the interesting conversation continued but a little quieter. “Wait..Wait!” hearing giggles come around, the grip on the door frame tightens, your whole body on edge for more information. Both of them erupting in a small fit of laughter, “so it was Seonghwa!! That’s why!!” you hear Yesang trying to rebuttal but unable through his annoyed groaning and small chuckles.

So this was all about something Seonghwa did? Or is it something you missed, having really no clue what this is about, you straighten your body away from your brother's private talk. You hear the muffled sounds of them again as you head to the stairs. Your mind thinks of a billion ways to connect something. Leaving them be, you turn to give a shout for breakfast once you reach the steps again. And with what little you knew, you never got the chance to figure out their meaning in that exclusive talk.

———

The morning quickly turned to evening, the day spent uselessly. Yeosang and Wooyoung ended up going out after you fed them, something to do with their “weekend plans”, whatever that meant. So you wasted time cleaning and being of help to your mom. When the boys came back, you all had dinner together and then Wooyoung went home. You weren’t even sure what this certain tension going on was about, and how Halloween hadn’t even been brought up at all. It was almost awkward, and uncomfortable to try and possibly bring up.

After you washed the dishes and wiped the counters clean, you made your way to your room for the night. Passing Yeosang’s closed room, you hear his video game playing making your body involuntarily knock on his door.

“Come in!” he shouts over the sounds. Entering in with his invitation, once Yeosang sees it’s you he pauses and softly smiles up to you. There he was, that was your brother. The sweet brother whom you love dearly, and whom loves you— even when it’s hard to tell. The brother who has always been there for you, your other half. Well that was the true him, at least how it used to be before.

“Hey yeo yeo— can I sit with you?” you feel yourself cheering back to his sweet expression. Earning a pat next to himself on the bed, you skitter forward and crawl to him. “You okay?” he gently says, throwing his controller to the side.

Nodding your head, you reach for his hand. Taking it in yours, you give him a reassuring squeeze and giggle. “Yeah, yeah~ I just want you to know that I’m sorry.” you say lowering your voice to almost a whisper. Actually really not sure what you were saying sorry for exactly, but in all this mishap you find yourself being the one the blame. Lacing his fingers with yours, Yeosang perks his head to the side and lightly sighs. “Y/n, please don’t..” he starts with a comforting tone, taking his other hand to tap your knee. “No apologizing, it’s over and it was stupid” he scoffs. “Okay and also— you didn’t miss much” he picks up his controller again after giving your hand one last grip “it was so predictable and not even scary-“

Finding his amusement enlightening, you give a laugh and slide your legs off the side of the bed. “Well, fine. But I love you Yeosang..” you say getting up, and turning to look at him lightly.

“And I love you dork, but let’s not get too sappy now okay?” he chuckles. “I gotta beat this game real quick so you can join in~”

And that’s what the both of you did that night, played video games, proving each other wrong, having little arguments, the tiniest bit of pushing and pinching but overall bonding again. The night couldn’t go on forever sadly though, it had to end at some point. Sharing laughs and love, everything seemed perfect.. that this would be your brother always.

But did he really mean it?

———

<< present day

That weekend had always left you wondering what you did wrong. The day after your evening games with Yeosang, he didn’t end up going out for Halloween. Wooyoung didn’t show up, it was interesting to say the least.. but there wasn’t really anything you could do.

After the bell rang, students flooded the hallways, the chatter rang through the building and you packed your things by your locker. School went by surprisingly quick, and throughout it all Wooyoung had pressured you further to go to the bonfire this weekend. His reasonings didn't really make you want to go, you didn't really feel the need to. It would be a night full of your annoying classmates, the screeches and shouts of people doing something unabiding of their safety, and the only friend you would be with was Wooyoung.

Closing your locker you feel your phone start buzzing in your pocket.

Before getting it out to answer you see Wooyoung at the end of the hallway leaning against the wall, hands in his pockets. Maybe he was waiting for you? He had said that he was going to stay after school for a test he missed. Because he didn’t show up at all last week, and came back like it was nothing, saying he got sick.

As you continue to walk to the lobby you answer the call not paying attention to the ID, “hello?”

“Y/n, hurry up I’m waiting..” the male voice sounded so familiar, you sped up quickly waving bye to Woo as he pushed off the wall seeming like he wanted to talk. “Wait.. who is this?” turning the corner you see Seonghwa standing there, wearing a smile

“it’s me..”

part 2

[studiobeebo]

~♡ Relationship Headcanons ♡~

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing: Satoru Gojō x Reader

Warnings: None

Words: 669

Genre: Fluff?? Fluff.

Satoru Gojō

He’s a bully.

Not in a genuine degrading way (unless you’re into that sort of thing) but in a very…teenage boy way.

By this I mean that getting under your skin seems to be a passion of his and he does so in the most methodical of ways.

He likes to irritate you enough to get a reaction, but not so much so that you would actually be mad at him.

Of course he could find a way to wiggle out of such a situation with a profuse amount of loving comments of adoration and smothering your cheeks in little kisses between his words until you were smiling again.

His usual methods of teasing generally revolve around your appearance, which tend to be more flirtatious than rude, or it’s him mocking you for something stupid you did.

When you trip or maybe forget to take the tag off of a new piece of clothing, he is, unfortunately, 100% percent the type to laugh about it first and help later.

On the flip side though, he’s also very adoring. Sometimes excessively so.

See the two of you don’t always get to see each other a whole lot due to your field of work, so when he does see you, when he isn’t making fun of you, he’s an abundance of flirtatious behavior and PDA.

He talks you up often, gushing about how cute you look or just how much he loves you. The way he speaks is more like he’s talking about a cute puppy and even his students can’t really tell if he’s being serious or not.

He also is a fan of the ‘acting like the two of you aren’t a thing’ thing, using dumb and annoyingly cute pickup lines or dramatically ‘confessing’ in front of many people to embarrass you.

Seriously, the amount of times you’ve heard “Come here often?” from him is unparalleled.

With PDA he’s also very generous, though that’s something he doesn’t make a show of. He’s never really been able to explain it, but he just likes being near you and/or touching you in any way. Whether it’s holding hands or having you sit close to him during meetings, he wants to be near you all the time, and it’s not always just to show off.

You know that it’s not just for show because he tends to be the same in private, in fact he’s usually worse. Pulling you into his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist, leaving sweet unexpected kisses on the corner of your lips when you’re zoning out after a long day. Oh, and he also loves to cuddle with you. He prefers being the big spoon with how tall he is, but he also just genuinely loves the feeling of having you in his arms.

It’s during those moments when the two of you are sprawled out on the couch, legs tangled together and your quiet snores muffled by his chest, that he tends to think more seriously about your relationship. 

He’d always thought very pessimistically about his life and never really thought he’d find himself feeling such a way for someone, and yet here you were, a bit of a mess with tangled hair, bags under your eyes, and drool threatening to dampen his shirt, and yet all he could think was how perfect you were. How the warmth he felt with you snuggled against his chest felt more than just physical, how for someone so hardened by life and used to loss, he couldn’t bear to even think about the things he would do if he ever lost you. He looked at you, with all your faults and sins etched into your being alongside the laughter lines, the bright smile, the good inside you that seemed to be enough to burn curses away without even trying, and all he knew was that you were the definition of ‘home’ and that as long as he lived, he would never, could never, let you go.