#((i will have proper lunch i swear to god))

[dreamingofthedteam]

so i saw the video and im really happy for dream and that he can finally leave this entire thing behind him get it off his shoulders and just go on ahead and post mc content (ALSO YAY MINECRAFT DREAM BACK IN 2024 LETS GOOOOOOOO)

the thing that saddened me the most about this was the doxxing and swatting stuff. like that is a very horrible thing to have to go thru. that shit is not a joke i imagine, living in a country that is notorious for an overpowered police force. and i hope to fucking god that what dream predicted (that this shit is going to get out of the mcyt space and into other yt communities over time) will not turn out to be true. the story about sapnap moving in with him so that he can answer the door to the fucking police while hes live just..its depressing man. and god i hadnt ever even heard of the time he got swatted while george was live that was a fucking jumpscare he must have been so worried

but. also. i think its time for, well me atleast, to self reflect a bit? ig? for context im talking about the end of the video where he restated his boundaries. im not someone who likes to stay in the problematic parts of the internet. i run from drama like its the wildfire from asoiaf. ( i also have caved in and posted abt neg stuff im not denying anything but i try to limit to private posts) and to think that i in any way could be on the wrong side of this all by shipping dnf? it gives me a bit of self doubt, ngl. i dont know if what i do would be classified as "srs shipping" or i would be put into "/srs dnf truther" by others, but i def thought and kinda still think 'oh dnf real' and now i just dont know where i stand..? i definitely need to think on it a bit. also i think i have interacted with nsfw art on this blog before, and goddamit i cant even check coz stupid me didnt even bother to tag properly, but from now on all nsfw art (not that i expect there to be many more) will be properly tagged. and if its not just tell me (idk who even is reading this anymore but whatever). as to dnf posting? idk. ill have to wait and see the general mood on here

and also like, that bit def has left a sour taste in my mouth AND IM NOT SAYING THATS DREAMS FAULT but its just...its tough man. dream having to change his mindset on fan spaces because of all this just saddens me a lot. and him saying that has then changed MY mindset on fandom, especially rpf, as someone whose both primary fandoms are rpf. i hope maybe in the future dream is able to engage on a more positive level and not have to just cut himself off from it entirely (im not sad abt him leaving twitter like, good riddance bitches, but i think i'll just miss a random tweet from him to wake up to)

[xiefuyu]

spoiled.

-- bonten x reader

🖤 — Tokyo Revengers

📝 — platonic relationship with everyone, cursing

:a/n — it's just some bonten execs spoiling the hell out of our Y/N

-- 1, 2

Surprisingly, a week after the incident with Sanzu drugging you to sleep, the upper echelons who loved throwing their work to you started to make their work themselves. Well, still with your help because they’re clueless as fuck as to how make a proper report. You almost wanted to tell them to fuck off and get the work done yourself but that just meant you’re okay with them dumping their work on you.

“Ran-san, that line is inappropriate.” you say for the nth time that afternoon. You’re hungry and tired and Ran decided to be a dumbass, purposely making mistakes in his report just so he could spite you with that lazy ass grin.

How badly you want to punch it off him.

“It’s my report, I will write whatever I want, doll.” you looked at him straight in the eye and,

“And your life is Mikey-san’s. If you want your cause of death to be because of a report containing inappropriate phrases, then go ahead and do so.” you deadpanned. He’ll be reporting this to Mikey and the other executives, after all.

“Touche.” he says, sighing. “Doll, can’t you just do it instead?”

“Change that line, Ran-san.” you point at his screen, ignoring his question. He groans and you smile fondly when he’s not looking.

He’s unbearable sometimes but you know he’s doing his best.

“What do you want for lunch, sir? I’ll buy it right now. It’s past lunchtime and you need to rest, too.” he looks at his watch and hums. “Let’s go have lunch, doll.” he says, standing up, not even bothering to turn off his laptop.

‘My treat.’ goes unsaid. Of course, you’ll protest when you get there but you know he’ll just use his position and label it as an order just so he could treat you.

All Bonten executives do.

“Y/N, come to my office.” 

You blink at your phone screen, surprised at Kakucho’s text. He rarely texts you so you’re worried that something might have happened. Without hesitation, you bolted out your office in a hurry for your boss’ office.

“Sir, I’m here.” you announced after knocking, not even waiting for Kakucho’s response before opening the door. He’s sitting on his chair, wide eyes looking up at your dishevelled state. “Did you run?” you clear your throat, flushed in the face before fixing yourself. “I apologise for my state, sir. Did you need anything?” 

You see his eyebrow rising in amusement and you want nothing more than to walk out his office, knowing he’ll say something that will make your heartbeat a little faster.

It’s not like you like him, you swear.

It’s just that…Kakucho has that charisma. An alluring one.

“Did you rush here in concern after receiving my text?” he asked, a soft smile on his lips. You bit the inside of your cheek, clearing your throat once again. “Yes, sir…I was worried because you rarely text me.” you admit and God, his balcony is open and you want to throw yourself out because of his soft laugh.

“Thank you, Y/N. And I apologise for scaring you. I just wanted help regarding this report that I’ll be giving to Kokonoi. You know, financial and stuff. You’ve been his secretary before, right? So I thought I'd get your help to fix any mistakes.”

Warmth spreads through your whole being at the thought of an executive thinking of you and your capabilities.

You knew it was what you signed up for in the first place - to help them - but it was still a good feeling for you.

“Oh, I’m glad you’re okay, Kakucho-san. And of course, please let me take a look.” you beam at him before walking towards his desk. It is then you see a box of your favourite biscuits and candies. He sees your line of sight and chuckles before pushing it towards your direction.

“A thank you gift for your help,” he says.

You gaped at him like a stupid fish before bowing, “I-it’s not needed, sir. But thank you so much!” he pats your head before you could stand straight. “Sit here, let’s start.”

Working with Kokonoi is the second most peaceful experience for you. He’s not a dumbass, not an asshole, and most importantly, he does his work right.

(Kakucho is your favourite working buddy but don’t tell the others that.)

“Kid, did you put this here?” he asked in a hushed tone, pointing inside his bag. You looked over at him, confused. Why is he asking such questions while the both of you are in the middle of an important mission?

You see a bag of candies, your favourites, inside his bag. “No, sir…Even though those are my favourites, I won’t bring them to missions.” Well, now you’re tempted to eat one but you’re literally in a life or death mission so no, you’ll maintain your professionalism and eat a bunch later when the mission’s done and you’re still alive.

“Fucking Sanzu must’ve put it.” he tsked, closing his bag before focusing on the task at hand. The both of you are currently infiltrating a secret base of an enemy and instead of being alone, Kokonoi insists on coming with you, saying you need guidance.

It’s just him being a worrywart.

“I'll be going now, sir.” you inform him when you see the enemies walking out. He grabs your wrist before you could even step away. “Kid, be careful.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I’m serious. Look at me. Be fucking careful.” you blinked at him, nodding. You’re also serious but hey, having Kokonoi worry over you is such a good feeling.

“I’ll be back as soon as possible, sir.”

True to your words, you successfully completed your mission with Kokonoi’s guidance. “Here.” he suddenly pushed a card to you.

A black card.

“Do you want me to buy something, sir?” you asked, confused as you hesitantly got hold of the card that probably holds your lifetime’s paycheck.

“I talked with someone who works at the candy factory.” he says, making you tilt your head in more confusion.

“And…?”

“Idiot, buy the whole factory! It’s your favourite candy’s factory.” as if that was the most obvious thing, he rolls his eyes at your dumbass.

But hey! It’s not everyday someone hands a black card to you and tell you to buy a fucking factory of your favourite candy!?

“S-sir, that’s–”

“An order.”

You groan, hiding your flushed face from his raised eyebrow and that smug smile on his lips. “Now get out, Sanzu will accompany you.” he pushes you out of the car and you’re wholeheartedly surprised that Sanzu is actually outside, waiting for you.

“Let’s go, kid. Gotta make sure they sell it to us.” of course he will be the one to accompany you, he’s in charge of negotiations for a reason.

“Sir, this is really too much.” you try protesting. “It was Mikey’s order.” that shuts you up, knowing you can’t go against your top boss so you walk behind Sanzu, head low, still red in the face.

You appreciate them spoiling you, really. But sometimes, it’s too much and you don’t know how to handle those kinds of things.

“Thank you…” you whispered loud enough for him to hear. He just grins and ruffles your hair. "Thank that money-greedy-white-haired-man."

Later on, you found out that it was actually Kokonoi’s idea and order, not Mikey’s.

“He wanted to treat you, what can we do? Refuse? No way, doll. You deserved it. Enjoy your candies.” Ran told you, a rare genuine and soft smile on his face as he pats your head as he leaves you to work on his report.

Oh well, might as well do their reports.

A/N; it's been a while! how's everyone? anyways, i need a kokonoi in my life please

@bontensbabygirl

[neverfindmegone]

Hi people, so I'm not a writer and I never wrote anything but my darling @pinkthrone445 is always writing the most amazing things, so I wanted to write this in her honor. Sorry if it's extremely silly and not well written but is my first try 🖤

What I can see

You and Melissa had been friends for a couple of months now. You met the red head during your first day in Abbot. You were nervous as hell to work as a teacher's aid, but you have always loved children and working with them was a dream.

At first, Melissa wasn't very friendly, she was extremely sarcastic, making fun of you every chance she got.

You still remember your first meeting, Ava had come to introduce you to the red head and you couldn't form one proper sentence, being stunned by her beauty.

- What's the matter Hon, did the cat get your tongue?

After that you started to spend more and more time with the older woman, and the intimidation you felt started to turn into a deep admiration. Being her helper was such an interesting job, the learning range was big, from teaching kids with special needs to having the number of a guy who could help you with racoon problems.

Yes. Melissa was an interesting woman and you started to fall for her more and more each day.

At first you believed to be a innocent crush, but the more you had one on one conversations, you saw that you couldn't stop thinking about what hurricane of a woman she was. Her presence, her personality, her looks, you were completely obsessed. What resulted in you finding every excuse possible to be around her all the time. You would bring her coffee, invite for lunches, drinks, movies almost every week after work.

Melissa seemed to appreciate the extra attention you gave her, sometimes you could swear you caught her staring when she thought you weren't looking.

Her bright green eyes shined when you overshared and her hands always found away to touch you, shoulders, hands, thighs.

That's how you found yourself in the current situation. Ava was giving one of her Ava speeches, and you had Melissa sitting right next to you, her arm touching yours. You were caught giving her looks from the corner of your eye, every time your skins would brush.

- Does she sound drunk to you? She whispered in your ear.

The hairs on the back of your back stood up immediately and you were frozen for a second. Her breath ghosting your skin made you feel dizzy whenever she was this close to you. Damn this woman had put you wonder a spell or something. When did you start to be so easily affected?

Melissa noticing your lack of response, shoved your arm slowly. - You okay?

- Yes, I mean no, not drunk, maybe hung over? I saw on her Insta last night, she was at the club until late.

- Club on a Wednesday? That's brave even for her. She eye rolled, looking back at the stage.

- Come on Schemmenti. You looked at her. - Can't you handle going out on a school night?

Her head snapped immediately, green eyes finding yours, nostrils inflating. You liked teasing her, it was a part of the flirting banter you had going on.

You raised both of your eyebrows challenging her. - Too old?

- Are you kidding me kid? You, me, club tonight. She said snapping, challenging you back.

- Deal, I'll pick you up at 7.

---

Later that night, you knocked on Melissa's door at 7:15. A bit late, but nothing that would bother the older lady. When the door was opened, your jaw dropped. She was wearing a tight red dress, her creamy cleavage completely in display.

You couldn't stop staring at her breasts, your breathing getting elaborated. This was definitely the rack from God.

Melissa's voice broke up you from your paralysis. - What's the matter hon? Am I over dressed?

You frowned, seeing her insecurity.

- Are you kidding me? Mel, you look... You paused, your eyes raking over her body up and down slowly. - Exquisite.

- Really? I'm not sure about this. She said entering the house, with you following. - I had other options. She gestured for you to follow her into the bedroom.

- Maybe these black jeans? She pointed to the bed, where a bunch of clothes were scattered. - I haven't been to a club in a while, I don't know what I was thinking.

You looked around seeing the mess in the room, realizing that she was probably over thinking this. You wanted nothing more than reassure her, this woman was divine, how couldn't she know that?

- No, you look perfect, I promise.

Melissa made a face, showing that she didn't believe you, she walked to the large mirror in the corner of her room, before standing there, observing herself. Her hands moved over her dress, tiding it up. - Am I too old for this?

- Melissa, please. You giggled, how did this goddess believe she was too old for anything. That's when you remember your teasing earlier, you started to feel guilty. She wouldn't have been upset over that, would she?

- Is this about earlier? You asked approaching her. - Let me show you something. You continued, moving yourself behind her in the mirror slowly, afraid to scare her away. Your desire was to prove to the woman how gorgeous she really was.

- What do you really think? She said looking at you, finding your eyes in the mirror.

You moved your hands to her hips gently, holding her in place, while making eye contact with her.

- I think you will be the hottest woman there. You squeezed her hips gently, before giving them a tap. - Come on.

Melissa huffs, before looking at you with vulnerable eyes. - Oh please.

You move closer, keeping your eyes on hers, before resting your chin on her shoulder. - I don't think you are aware of the effect you have on people. Your arms hugged her from behind while you spoke.

The older woman eyerolled. - Huf, you have to say that, you're my friend.

- Melissa stop. You moved your hands to hers, before squeezing them. - Please see what everyone can see... What I can see.

She blushed deeply. - Listen kid, I...

You moved closer in a fast manner, making her stop talking. You pressed your front against her back completely, before starting - First, look at these arms. You moved your hands up and down her shoulders gently. - They are muscular and strong.

You felt her tense up, looking at you with uncertainty. You gave her a wide smile before you felt her relaxing again, she gave you a small nod, letting you know it was okay to continue.

You shifted your hands to her stomach, stroking it with your fingertips. - Look at this waste, so gorgeous and just the right shape. Her eyes shifted to your hands movements, and her breath started to increase it's path, as she felt you caressing her skin.

- And these hips? Your hand moved down her curves, touching her more intimately now, increasing the pressure of your hands.

- They are so attractive, when you walk, people at school can't stop staring at them. You know when I first met you I couldn't stop thinking about your hips and thighs.

She shaked her head no. - It's true. You breathed in her ear. - You carry such power and swag when you walk, it's impossible not to look.

Her eyes starting to shine, lips quivering as she felt your hands moving to her behind. - I don't think I need to tell you about this mouth watering ass of yours, do I?

Your eyes found hers, completely black now, your hand moving up and down her butt cheeks. Your touch was maddening, Melissa was starting to tremble and you heard a small whimper scape when your nails traced her shape, teasingly.

Your face moved closer to hers, your nose brushing against her cheek, your eyes never leaving hers. - But do you wanna know my favorite? You said slowly, letting the tip of your tongue brush against her earlobe.

She nodded, not trusting herself to speak.

Your hands roamed up her front and the red head felt like her skin was on fire, it was as if hot oil was being poured in every spot your fingers touched. Your hand stopped on her chest and you stretched your fingers to her neck, squeezing it gently.

- Y/N. She whimpered, her voice full of emotion.

Your fingers grasped her chin before turning her face to yours. - It's your face Melissa, I'm obsessed with your face. Your eyes kept drinking in hers while you spoke - Your eyes they are so green and deep. - Your smile lights up the whole room, it's contagious.

You leaned closer, letting your fingertips touch the tip of her nose - Your nose is sharp and perfect. You traced a path to her lips, observing her face deeply, like you were a painter and she was your master piece. Your fingers moved to her lips softly, the pressure light but steady.

- And your mouth, God your mouth.

Melissa held her breath, her eyes started to close, she was hypnotized by your caresses. Her eyes snapped open when she felt you pulling away. But before she could protest in disappointment you moved your hands to her breasts squeezing them roughly. You couldn't keep yourself away from them for one more second. - And these are the star of the show. You felt her nipples get hard while you played with them.

Her head fell to your shoulder before she groaned. - Fucking chirst Y/N.

You lost any self control you had left and turned her around, pressing her back against the mirror, trapping her with your hands beside her head . - Do you see it now? You asked, your eyes full of lust.

Her lack of response gave you the impression that she was uncomfortable, so you started to move away shyly. - Fuck, sorry Mel, I know we work together. Before you could finish your sentence Melissa grabbed your face and crashed her lips against yours. She was furious and putting all of her desire and longing into that kiss.

You had no idea how long she had craved this, how long she had craved you. And having your hands and whispers seducing her like that was enough to take the red head to a breaking point.

All she could see was black, her hands moved over your body frantically, squeezing every piece of flesh she could find.

You moaned feeling how dominant she had became, letting her take charge of the kiss. Your hands moved to her shoulders, clutching with force, returning all the fire the woman was giving you. You opened your mouth, accepting her tongue in. Your mind was dizzy with desire, and you couldn't stop yourself from moaning again.

- Holy fuck. You panted. You kissed for minutes, or what seemed to be hours. You couldn't get enough of her taste and she seemed to be obsessed with yours. Every time you would stop to breathe the other would pull in again with force, continuing the intense kiss. Your hands tangled in her gorgeous hair and hers groping you forcefully.

When you felt yourself close to fainting from the lack of air, you moved away from her, catching your breath so you could take a sight of what had just happened.

You moved your hand over your chest, trying to recover.

- Wow Schemmenti, I always assumed you were a good kisser but this, this is something else.

When you caught her eyes, she was still silent, chest and face red, she looked dangerous, almost a predator looking at her pray. - Mel?

She moved closer to you before shoving you in the bed savagely. You fell on your elbows harshly. - Ouch! Melissa! You said looking her with surprise.

- You had your fun seducing and playing me like pudding in your hands. Now it's my turn. She said while moving on top of you.

Her hands moved to your neck before squeezing it. - And you know something Y/N? She said while leaning in, letting her mouth hover over yours. - I don't think I want to go to the club anymore.

[hqbaby]

seven — kinda nice

fuck ur instincts — suna x reader & atsumu x reader

you and suna are just fooling around—so why does he care so much when you start falling in love with someone else?

previous — masterlist — next

word count. 2.6k content. swearing, oral (m receiving), fingering, vaginal penetration, handjob, use of pet names, aftercare

“Don’t,” Yukie says, holding a hand up as if to stop you from speaking.

You frown. “I didn’t say anything.”

“Yeah, but you were going to.” She keeps her head down, focused on her notes. “You were going to talk about wanting to drop out again.”

“I was not.”

“Were too.”

“Was not.”

Yachi hushes you. “Are we studying or not?”

You point an accusatory finger at Yukie. “She started it!”

“Y/N, I love you, but can you just please focus,” Kiyoko joins in, looking at you desperately. “Your next exam’s worth 40% of your grade.”

You cross your arms and lean back against your seat. Like a stubborn child. “I know that,” you say. Although you were pretty sure it was only 30%. Maybe you actually should have been studying. You shake your head at the thought, then, “Can I have my phone now?”

“No!” they all say in unison.

“But what if ‘Tsumu texted?”

Yachi groans. “That’s exactly why you can’t have your phone,” she tells you. “You get way too distracted.”

“I do not.”

“Do too!”

“Oh my fucking god!” Kiyoko exclaims. She stands up and marches over to the corner of the room, furiously opening a drawer then slamming it shut. When she gets back to the table, she slides your phone over to you. “Just be quiet.”

“Okay,” you whisper, grinning as you take your phone to check it.

tsumu: u better be studying

You scream, hurling your phone across the room. The three girls look at you in disbelief as you offer them a guilty smile. “Sorry.”

The summer semester rolls away unceremoniously. You spend two weeks hunched over your desk, finishing papers and preparing for your final exams, getting an average of three hours of sleep every night. You run on nothing but coffee and instant noodles, only leaving your room to study in a different setting with your friends who are suffering too.

When you finally pass your last exam—your professor only nodding to acknowledge your existence—a wave of relief washes over you. The war has been fought. The battle is won. And you’re absolutely exhausted.

“I’m gonna sleep forever,” you say excitedly, digging into the salmon bento Atsumu brought you. “Fuck me, this is good.”

“I’ll tell ‘Samu ya like it,” he says, eating his own with gusto. “Ya can say no, but d’ya wanna come to my place tonight? We can watch movies and eat and sleep.”

You nod your head vigorously. “I’d like that,” you tell him. “I’d like that a lot.”

He smiles. “Good.”

Things between the two of you have been going well. You’ve been hanging out for more than two months now and you surprisingly feel no urge to bolt just yet. He’s a good friend and a good person, you like spending time with him. You’ve even started getting close with his friends and the rest of the volleyball team—much to Oikawa’s dismay. 

It’s even given you a reason to see Suna more, which is always nice. You’ve learned that he’s pretty much the same person when he’s around his friends. Quieter, maybe, and a little colder towards you (because you aren’t supposed to be close), but still the same Suna that you’re used to. It’s been interesting getting to know him this way. You don’t mind it at all.

Everything’s been good. You’re having a lot of fun.

Atsumu drops you off at your residence hall after lunch, promising to pick you up later. You give him a kiss and thank him before sending him on his way.

Your room is empty when you get there. Kiyoko’s probably out with Tanaka, you think as you flop onto your bed. The blankets are warm and soft and freshly washed thanks to your roommate who freaked out when you told her you hadn’t washed them in weeks.

You’ll have to get up eventually. Take a proper shower and put on something comfortable. Pack a bag for Atsumu’s place. Maybe grab a cup of coffee. But, for now, you set an alarm and let yourself sleep.

You deserve it.

The twins’ apartment isn’t what you expect at all. You’ve been to other boys’ places before and they all have a recurring theme—Suna with his dirty socks by the door, Oikawa with his hoard of unreturned clothes with price tags still on them, Iwaizumi with his giant Godzilla stuffed toy that he never acknowledges (which you should never acknowledge either)—you thought you’d find something similar in Atsumu and Osamu’s place.

But no.

All you’re met with is a barren wasteland. A living room with nothing but a plain couch and a television. A kitchen with no plates or cups or cutlery. An entryway with no shoes, no mat, no coat rack. Empty. Completely devoid of any signs of life.

“Did you get robbed?” you can’t help yourself from asking.

Atsumu lets out the loudest laugh you’ve ever heard. “It’s not that bad!”

“‘Tsumu.” Your wide gaze meets his. “Do you need money?”

He rolls his eyes at your theatrics. “C’mon,” he says, leading you to what you assume is his room. “Stop starin’ at my kitchen.”

“No, but, ‘Tsumu, seriously. There aren’t any curtains—”

When he opens the door, you’re met with, well, a regular room. A little messy, but bursting with life. The complete opposite of the rest of the apartment.

“What?”

He leads you inside and closes the door behind him. “People get a little rowdy when we throw parties here,” he explains, “So we keep all the common areas clear of anythin’ they might break or steal.”

“Ohhh,” you say, everything clicking into place. “I get it now… I think.”

After the initial shock of his apartment wears off, you realize that you’re standing in his room and decide to look around. Now, this makes more sense.

His bed has been made, albeit a little hastily, and he’s obviously shoved a bunch of clutter under the frame. He has shelves, mostly empty, save for a few textbooks and a volleyball signed by someone Oikawa would probably scream about if he knew. His desk is the tidiest part of the room, with nothing but his laptop and a stack of notebooks to the side. It makes you smile thinking about what he might look like when he’s sitting there and doing his homework.

He picks his laptop up and hops onto his bed, patting the space beside him for you to sit down. “C’mon,” he says, pulling out a bunch of snacks from his bag. “I promised ya a movie.”

You take your place beside him, letting him put his arm around you as you snuggle into his side. “And sleep,” you say, opening a pack of sour gummy worms. “You promised sleep.”

“‘Course.” He smiles, opening his laptop and going to Netflix. “So, what d’ya wanna watch?”

You settle on a romcom—10 Things I Hate About You—and you do exactly what Atsumu said you’d do. You watch and eat and drift in and out of sleep. It’s nice having him beside you, feeling his chest rise and fall with his breath. It makes you feel safe. 

When the movie ends, you decide it’s still too early for dinner, so you put on something else. This time, Atsumu picks. A horror film. The Cabin in the Woods.

As the characters on screen scream, you and Atsumu find yourselves in a rather heated makeout session. You’re straddling him, holding yourself up with both your hands on his shoulders. His legs are bent to keep you closer to him, his arms wrapped around you, hands going dangerously low.

He pulls away from your lips and starts kissing down your neck, occasionally stopping to suck at the vulnerable skin. You throw your head back and whimper, unable to bring yourself to complain about the marks he’s leaving. It just feels so good.

Without even realizing it, your hips start to grind against him, searching for some relief for the growing heat in your stomach. It’s only when you feel just how hard he is underneath his sweatpants that you come to your senses.

You look down to see him kissing your collarbone, eyes blown as he looks at you.

“Do ya wanna—”

“Yes.”

A smirk falls over his lips as he moves his mouth away from you and closes his laptop, pulling your t-shirt over your head. His hand slips behind you and unhooks your bra with practiced ease, yanking it off and tossing it to the side. He descends on your breasts, holding each with one hand, licking one nipple and playing with the other with his thumb.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs against your skin, kissing the soft flesh. Then, he’s undressing you again, this time pulling down your bottoms, leaving you completely naked on top of him. He runs his large hands over your body. “So fuckin’ beautiful.”

“Not fair,” you whine, tugging at the collar of his shirt. “You’re still dressed.”

Atsumu laughs at that. “Yer impatient, huh?” He cranes his neck to kiss you. “Gotta learn to wait, baby.”

Despite his words, he gets rid of his clothes anyway, helping you off of him so that he can remove his jeans and boxers. He stands at the side of the bed, rolling his clothes into a ball, his cock on full display. 

You feel yourself swallow. He’s big.

“Like what ya see?” he asks when he catches you staring.

Instead of answering him, you crawl over to the edge of the bed and take him in your hands, pumping his cock before licking the tip and wrapping your lips around it. He groans. You move your mouth up and down, using your hands to rub the parts you can’t fit. Pulling back, you swirl your tongue over the tip before moving down again.

He watches as you work, trying to memorize the way you look right now. It’s an unholy sight—you stark naked, your head bobbing up and down, sucking him off like nothing in the world matters. He could die right then and there and he’d be a happy man.

“Fuck, Y/N, yer gonna make me come,” he says before pulling your head away. You stare at him with a raised brow and he adds, “I wanna fuck ya first.”

You grin, moving aside for him to sit on the mattress before you straddle him again. “‘Tsumu,” you moan as you slide your cunt over his length. “Want you to fuck me.”

He reaches for your core and touches your clit, listening to your reactions to see what you like, dipping a finger into you and bending it until he hits the right spot. Soon, you’re nothing more than a moaning mess slumped over his shoulder.

“Ya close?” he asks, nipping at the skin near your ear.

You nod wordlessly, whimpers pouring out of your lips.

“Come for me, then.”

Your orgasm hits you like a train. It crashes into you as you stop grinding against Atsumu, your body wracked with pleasure. You hold onto him as he whispers praises into your ear.

“Did so good, baby,” he tells you, a soothing hand coming up to rub your back. “Still want me to fuck ya?”

You nod, coming down from your high.

“I need ya to say it, baby.”

“P-please fuck me, ‘Tsumu,” you say. “Please.”

He smirks. “Yer so polite,” he says, reaching over to a drawer on his bedside table and pulling out a condom. He rips the package open and slides the latex down his cock. You gulp, reminded of just how big he actually is.  “Yer such a good girl. Think ya can ride me, huh, good girl?”

You move your head mindlessly, practically drooling at the sight of him. “Yes, ‘Tsumu.”

“Go ahead then.” He nods. “Ride me.”

You lift your hips a little and take his cock in your hands. He hisses at the contact. Slowly, you line him up with your core and sink down onto him. Your eyes close at the feeling of him filling you up. When you’ve taken all of him, he gives you a moment to get settled. Then, you lift yourself up then fall back down again. The sound of slapping skin fills the room as the two of you moan at the feeling.

You do it slowly a few more times before you're bouncing on his cock, slamming yourself down again and again. You feel so full. “Feel so good, ‘Tsumu!” You moan. “So fucking good!”

His hands come up to cup your ass, fingers wrapping around the expanse of flesh. He halts your movements before drilling up into you, hard and fast. He watches as you throw your head back and your hands come up to hair.

“Yer so hot,” he says, pressing his face into your chest as he continues to thrust. “Takin’ me so well. So tight, baby.”

You can feel your second orgasm approaching. “I’m close, ‘Tsumu.”

“Let go, baby,” he tells you, voice straining slightly. He’s close too. It’s hard not to be when your pussy is gripping onto him that way, all warm and tight. “Let go for me, yeah? Like the good girl y’are.”

You let your high hit you again, hands scrambling to grab onto his shoulders. Your nails dig into his skin, scratching the flesh as he continues to move. “Fuck, ‘Tsumu!” Feeling his grip on you loosen, you start bouncing to meet his thrusts. “Come for me, baby.”

“Can I come on yer tits?”

You almost laugh at how meek the question sounds compared to everything else he’s said. “‘Course, baby.” 

You get off of him and let your knees fall to the bed. You lean down and press your chest to his groin, slipping off the rubber and pumping his cock. Your eyes stay on him as you move. He looks absolutely divine. 

In the darkness of his room, his blond hair catches a hint of light and shimmers above his head like a halo. He stares at you through his hazy gaze, the picture of a fallen angel.

Then, he throws his head back and cum shoots onto your skin. You keep moving until he puts his hand on your arm and pulls you up to kiss him. Your lips melt onto his. The kiss is nice and slow, the two of you holding onto each other as your heartbeats begin to level.

He pulls away first, grinning that boyish grin of his. 

“Hi,” he says.

“Hi,” you say.

“Are ya hungry now?”

“Starved.”

“Let’s see if ‘Samu’s home. Get ‘im to make us dinner.”

“I hope he isn’t.” You wince. “We were kinda… loud.”

Atsumu shrugs. “Oh well.”

You hit his arm playfully as the two of you start laughing. 

He gets dressed and helps you get cleaned up, grabbing a damp towel from his bathroom and placing himself between your legs. “Sorry, sorry!” he says when you hiss as he wipes you down. “Still learning.”

“It’s okay.” You smile at him, endeared by his concern. “Just a little sensitive.”

When he’s done, he gives you one of his shirts (a jersey from his highschool team) and a pair of boxers to change into. There’s something so careful about the way he moves. Like he doesn’t want to scare you away. As you watch him go around his room—asking what you want, asking you if you’re sure you’re okay, insisting you at least drink some water—you feel your heart swell a little. It all just feels so… nice.

In fact, you’re so swept up in Atsumu that you don’t even see your phone light up in the darkness of the room. A text message just waiting for your reply.

rin: u wanna have dinner?

notes. atsumu babes hi <3 i have not forgotten about you <3 anyway!! before the plot continues plotting, lmk what team you guys are on ;)

[harrywavycurly]

Ok but I’m going to need Harry calling Niall to tell him about his date/first kiss with miss Southern girlie 👀

Hiii lovey!!! Oh for sureeee we need the deets on how Niall thinks the date went 😂 I hope you enjoy💖

-find all things Southern Comfort here✨

A/N: Harry figures he might as well talk to someone on his walk home so of course that someone is going to be Niall✨

“Decided you needed to see my face during these early morning chats huh?…why you grinning like that mate? You’re freaking me out.” “It’s not even midnight Niall so it’s not early morning and…well I’m walking home from my date-” “oh fuck that’s right your date!….well going on your grin I’d say it went well? Unless you decided to just go full obsessive and kidnapped her and she’s actually in your basement or something?” “You’re truly a disturbed person…yes it went well you twat…she even let me kiss her goodnight.” “Did you ask first? Like a proper gentleman and all that?” “Yes…and honestly I thought she was walking up to her door but she was just trying to be the same height as me so I wouldn’t strain my neck.” “She sounds too good for you mate…honestly what’ve you done to trick her into agreeing to date your lanky ass?” “I haven’t tricked her you into anything you ass.” “Whatever…so what did you end up bringing her instead of flowers?” “I uhm made her…a mix cd…she liked it a lot and was very surprised I went through the effort to do that for her.” “A mix cd? Jesus H that’s like…proper boyfriend shit…what even songs did you put on it? Don’t tell me you just loaded it up with yourself…” “I mean it has the band on there…and yes you annoying little hobbit I’m on there but so are just some random artists I think she’d like.” “Okay so you made her a cd…then what did you do?” “I took her to dinner at a nice little Italian spot and then we went to this new wine bar that just opened and…after we just walked around downtown.” “You two and your bloody walks I swear…always fucking walking.” “We enjoy a good stroll okay? Just because you have wonky knees doesn’t mean the rest of us do…” “oh piss off you know you like taking walks with her because she lets you hold her hand.” “Oh…she let me touch the top of her thigh at the wine bar.” “What?” “Yeah she was sitting next to me in the booth and I reached over and placed my hand there to…test the waters ya know?” “Yeah…and?” “She didn’t slap it away….she even put her hand on top of it…” “I’d say that with the kiss goodnight is some serious progress…I’m happy for you Harry.” “Thanks….I really…really…like her.” “I know ya do…when do I get to meet her? Only seems fitting that she meets your absolute bestfriend on the entire planet now that you’ve got the first date out the way.” “Oh she’s meeting Jeff next week…he invited us to lunch.” “Oh fuck right off Harry you know damn well I’m above Jeffery on the friends hierarchy okay? Who is it you call about her every fucking time you have an update? Me…not him…me so get your head outta your ass and set up a time for me to meet her you wanker.” “You can’t have that kind of potty mouth around her Niall.” “I know how to behave myself around new people don’t worry.” “Oh I’m worried…you worry me.” “Yeah? Same goes for you… but at least I know the difference between salt and sugar.” “Why do you say such rude things to me when I’m on such a high?” “Sorry…but really I want to meet her…and I’m happy for you man…you deserve this.” “I’ll see when she’s free and get back to you…thanks Niall that means a lot.” “Now I gotta go…but keep me posted on how things are going…and please for the love of god Harry stop calling or FaceTiming me late at night you’re starting to fuck with my sleep schedule.” “I’ll keep you posted…sorry it’s just I like to call you while it’s all fresh in my brain that’s all…but I’ll do my best…now go get some sleep you look bloody awful.” “Love you too ya wank.”

[kitthepurplepotato]

Chapter 7 - The Truth About Pro Hero Deku.

Summary: Deku introduces his girlfriend to his family. Y/N teases Inko and All Might about their “relationship”. Izuku.exe has stopped working after Inko’s answer. Also, Izuku tells Y/N his biggest secret.

Warnings: Swear words

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“Izuku, you need to come home more often!” Inko gives up on hiding and joins the group hug. You can’t miss All Might’s fond smile as one of Inko’s arms snake around him while she pats Izuku’s back with the other.

Izuku might not have his blood father in his life but Izuku clearly grew up in the most loving family anyway. Izuku talked a lot about his past in the interviews; about their financial struggles, his mom’s torturous work routine, about how they googled “how to shave” together on YouTube to learn how to do that stuff because neither of them had anyone in their lives who was nice enough to show Izuku how to shave without cutting himself. They lived a lonely life until Izuku joined UA; it was only him and his mother until All Might took Izuku under his wing. Everything had changed after Izuku made his first proper friends; the house got more lively when his mates came around and Inko smiled more as well, finally able to concentrate on work without feeling like he’s neglecting the only important person in her life for some spare money.

“I genuinely couldn’t. Ask Sweet Pea, if you don’t believe me!” Izuku retorts, his eyes teary from happiness as he looks back at you.

“The boy speaks the truth, madam.” You bow in front of Inko with a cheeky smile on your face.

“Talking about the truth…” Izuku walks to your side, clearly anxious. Oh god, this is it… “I would like you two to meet… the woman I’ll marry one day. Treat her well.”

You choke on your saliva just as Izuku puts his arms around your middle to pull you closer.

Marriage?! Already?! Not like you would mind to change your name to Midoriya… oh my god, Y/N Midoriya, shut the front door, that sounds gorgeous. Then after marriage, you could have a kid, a little baby with green curls and pretty freckles and your eye color… or would it be your hair and his eye color? Nah, you want the green curls to be passed on for sure. And the freckles. Oh my god, those freckles.

“Stop fangirling.” Izuku murmurs into your ear with a shit eating grin on his face; his voice is low and extremely enticing, too quiet for the others to hear but loud enough for you to get goosebumps on your arms.

“Does that mean…” Inko looks five seconds away from crying, probably less, so All Might puts his arms around the woman’s shoulders.

“I think you are meeting your future Daughter-in-law, Midoriya-san.” He murmurs happily, clearly not surprised by the revelation. You have a feeling these two talked about you quite a lot already.

“This is the best present you could have given to your mother, thank you.”

Inko cries like a baby for at least an hour before she finally calms down and goes into the kitchen to prepare some food for lunch. Toshinori-San asks her if she needs any help but he gets shushed right away.

“Enjoy yourself, Yagi. You haven’t seen the boy for ages.”

Clearly, “Yagi” isn’t used to hearing his own first name from the woman’s mouth yet; his whole face reddens as he nods shyly, rendered speechless for the next few seconds.

“Uhm, I don’t mean to be the person who asks this as I’m not technically the part of the family yet, but… you and Inko, hmm?”

Izuku almost chokes on his water while Toshinori looks really close to throwing up by the way he pales completely after you finish your sentence.

“I… I think you miss… understand the situation. We share a house, just like you two… wait, that’s a really bad example, isn’t it? Oh my, I’m making this worse.”

“Sweet Pea, you can’t seriously think All Might and mom…”

“All Might and mom what?” Inko comes out from the kitchen, scaring the living shit out of Toshinori. You swear you can see his soul leaving his body for half a second.

“I was just wondering if you and Toshinori-san are… well… in the same situation as Izuku and I? Sorry if I’m being too straightforward, but…”

“Oh, don’t be silly, Sweet Pea!” Inko waves you off with a light blush on her face. If you see disappointment on All Might’s face you don’t comment on it. “My house was finally full of laughter and happiness when he moved in, I’m more than happy to have him here as a good friend. Honestly, you are so silly. This is Yagi, the hero of the century, the man who saved millions, why would he even look at a silly old, boring lady like me?”

You can barely keep your smile hidden. Yup. This story sounds really similar.

“What are you talking about, Midoriya-san? It’s the other way around! You are the kindest, the purest, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on! You are way too good to be stuck with a silly old man who’s barely standing on his legs after being beaten to pulp way too many times!”

Suddenly, you could cut the tension in the air with a knife if you would carry one with you like Jirou does. The two stare at each other, only just realizing they were both thinking the same thing all this time. You are a little bit jealous for them for being forced to face their own feelings this way; you definitely helped them to get their shit together before they ended up being weird about it like you two did for several weeks. Or, you just ruined the fun. Oh, well.

“I think I’m going to show Y/N my room.” Izuku mutters with a pale face. Obliviousness clearly runs in the family.

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“Do you want to talk about this or…” You mutter under your nose, your eyes not leaving the confused greenhead.

“Give me 5 to 7 days to get over the fact that my mother has a crush on my favorite hero, All Might, and her feelings are reciprocated and I’ve been watching them for almost ten years and I never realized it.” He mutters back, his speech followed by a big sigh. You can’t help but laugh at Izuku’s dumbstruck face. He’s absolutely adorable.

“I mean, you didn’t even realize your own feelings towards me, at least if I can trust Katsuki’s words and I’m quite sure he ain’t a liar, so…” You giggle to yourself as you snake your arms around the man’s middle with a flirty look on your face.

“Wow, so you talk shit about me with Katsuki while I’m risking my life to save the city?” Izuku moves closer, his body flush against yours as he slowly steps forward to push you towards the bed. Jesus Christ, you’ll never get used to the way he towers over you. The chill that goes down your spine makes you feel dizzy.

“Well, he gets lonely when his husband is on a mission.” You retort with a cheeky smirk. Izuku rolls his eyes fondly while he leaves tiny kisses on your cheek.

“Stop shipping my friends and my family, you weirdo.” He mutters into your neck, his breath hot on the sensitive skin.

“Look into my eyes and tell me those two have never kissed.” You take Izuku’s cheeks in your hands and pull him up to force him to look at you.

“They did. I saw it.” The shit-eating grin on Izuku’s face is downright terrifying. “It was on one of Denki’s house parties. It all started with Eijirou asking Katsuki if he thinks it’s possible to spar with their tongues. They did not remember a single thing the next day and we all decided to not tell them about it for their own modesty. What happens at Denki’s party, stays at Denki’s party. That’s the D-rule.”

Your face resembles a fish trying breathe on the surface. You can’t do anything but gawk at the hero in front of you.

“You saw them french-kissing and you still deny their attraction to each other?” You don’t need to say “I think you are an absolute idiot”, Izuku gets the message.

“Trust me, there was nothing sexy about that tongue fight. I actually couldn’t even think about kissing for years after that. It ruined me.” Izuku sighs dramatically as he turns you around and jumps on his bed with a loud thud.

“Now, can you please have your full attention on me and look around in my room? It might not be the original one but there are a lot of memories here. Mom brought over everything, my notes, my old clothes from the UA days… come on, get wild.” Izuku giggles and to be honest, you would rather concentrate on the sprawled out hottie on the bed instead of your surroundings right now, but you decide to obey anyway.

This room of Izuku’s is more plain than his bedroom now; instead of the cool adjacent wall there are only old posters littering the walls, no personal photos or anything visible on the shelves, just a few low-quality All Might figurines left on the old, wooden desk. There are a few boxes half open in the corner of the room; most of them are notes and memories Izuku wasn’t fond enough to display; his yearbook from middle school for instance is also thrown into the pile, the hard covered book’s front ruined by massive red letters written with a sharpie.

“I hoped you’ll find that last.” Izuku mumbles, his eyes melancholic as he stares at the book. “I wanted you to enjoy being here before I… before I show you that.”

Your blood freezes in your body. Somehow, the mood went from “I want to make out with you in my old bed” to “I will show you something terrible and you’ll probably cry” and you have no idea what to think about this sudden change.

“Why… who…” you mutter while you stare at the book, still too far enough to actually read what the words are.

“Do you remember how My Hero Academia has started?” Izuku asks. He pats his thigh 2 times, asking you to sit down and you do; Izuku’s arms come to the front right away, hugging you from behind, giving you a warm cuddle to soothe your troubled soul.

“With you almost failing getting into UA because you couldn’t use your quirk properly.” You answer right away, like a good fan.

“Yeah. That’s right.” He mutters, giving you a peck on your cheek for your success. “I knew how much you like that manga and everything in it is true but there are some parts Horikoshi had to change up or completely skip because I asked him to. I hated to do this to the fans but… I had to keep our secret safe.”

“You and who’s?” You move around to look at your boyfriend with questioning eyes. Izuku leans over to take the yearbook out of the box and hides it behind him for now.

“What’s the name of my quirk, Sweet Pea?” Izuku asks as he leaves tiny kisses on your neck. You are too anxious to actually enjoy them but they definitely take the edge off at least.

“One for all. After your favorite hero, All Might.”

“Yes. And that’s a lie.”

Your world crumbles. Whatever Izuku is about to say must be something extremely important and probably quite dangerous for you to know but right now, you are just grateful for being included in the small group of people who know Izuku’s apparent secret.

“What…?”

“I haven’t met All Might at UA. I met him way before that. We knew each other quite well by the time I got in. My quirk, All for one wasn’t named after All Might’s. It is… All Might’s.”

Suddenly, Izuku takes the book out from behind his back. There are a lot of rude things written on the covers with that red sharpie, but there is one that comes back over and over again…

The word “quirkless.”

“Izu, what… what do you mean? It doesn’t make any sense…” you mutter to yourself, frustrated tears falling to your cheeks. You want to understand, you want to be able to comprehend his heavy confession, but the original story was etched into your mind so much that hearing all of this is like hearing someone denying the history of heroes completely and asking you to believe they are right and the history books are wrong - to be fair, there is a high possibility that history books are indeed made up. It’s not like anyone was there from the current population to see the whole thing with their own eyes. Izuku is a part of this specific part of the history though, the main character of the decade, so you have no reason to not believe the green head but it’s still… it just doesn’t sound right. Izuku was born to be a hero yet he was born without the most crucial part of being one, but somehow he managed to snatch the number one hero’s quirk when quirks are not supposed to be transmittable?

“You are right, quirks are not usually transmittable but this one is.” Of course you muttered half of that out loud. “There are several other quirks I managed to unlock during my journey which makes the quirk look completely different from All Might’s but I ensure you, they are one and the same. I can’t tell you more than that as this story isn’t just mine, but what I can tell you is that there is a reason no one knows about the fact that my power can be given to basically anyone and I don’t think I need to tell you why is that.” Izuku sighs while he lets you free from his hug in case you need some more space. “I just wanted you to know… The truth… About me. Because I love you and you deserve to know. I was just like you. I know how painful it is to grow up without a quirk. I understand you so much more than you think, Sweet Pea and I’ll forever love you for being the way you are, if you let me.” Izuku’s first teardrops trail down his cheeks, a fond smile decorating his face. You genuinely can’t make a single word right now; there is so much you want to say; you want to tell him how proud you are of him for putting up with all of that without being able to tell a single soul about it, you want to tell him he has no reason to look so frightened because you can’t possibly be mad at him for this, you want to tell him it doesn’t matter if his quirk is “borrowed” because it’s not the quirk that makes you a hero but your will to die for the weak; but your mind it too frazzled to say all of that…

“Even if you’d be quirkless and weak, I would still love you, Izuku. There is no universe where I’m not by your side. I love you to the moon and back and your confession only made me love you more…” You mutter into his neck. “Thank you for trusting me. Thank you for going through all that pain for us, common folk. Thank you for choosing me. Thank you, Izu.” You mutter into the crook of his neck, making his skin wet with your tears. As a fan, you are certainly shook by all the lies around your favorite pro hero but as a human being who’s been living with Izuku for the past few months you can’t say you are surprised by this revelation; he’s always been way too humble for his own good, he barely showed off his quirk to anyone except you, it always felt like he doesn’t really know what to do with the whole fame that came with him being a hero and now it makes so much sense. It’s not right, but it makes sense.

“Can we… uhm… use the hot tub when get home? I want to be close to you. As close as I can get. That’s my wish for today.” Izuku says with teary eyes, his arms tight around your waist. A tiny blush appears on your face as you mutter back, your face still hidden in his neck.

“I would really love that, Izu.”

You know you probably said this at least thousand times already, but having Izuku as your boyfriend was the best decision of your life.

…next chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- Okay, here’s my opinion about how much is out for the public canonically about Izuku (s6 spoilers): While Izuku told his classmates about the fact that he got his power from All Might, the public only knows that for some reason the boy was the the one Shigaraki wanted. At one point in the future I’m quite sure there will be gossips about him but I literally don’t think anyone would ever think about Deku being quirkless. People know their quirk has the same name but its just a name and everyone knows what a big fan Izuku is so everyone just thinks he’s being a fanboy.

- Also, I love how Izuku goes from “I’ll tell you my biggest secret and we will all cry about it” to “can we have a cheeky hot tub date now?” In five seconds. Bro just want to chill 😂

- Don’t tell anyone but Izuku’s dream is to be able to give his power to his quirkless, future kid if they want it. He would never force them to take it though, he’s not an asshole.

- My Hero Academia is different in this AU; for instance, the first book is literally just about Izuku struggling to get into UA, the second about him struggling to keep up then about Izuku unlocking his powers and the backstory villains (except Dabi, his story isn’t in the books at all out of respect to the Todoroki family but there are hints to it.)

- Before you ask: yes, some of the “messages” on the front are from Katsuki indeed. Hell, he probably came up with the whole “idea”. He wanted to swap books with Izuku after they reconciled but Izuku wanted to keep it to “never forget where he came from.”

- So I will try to be on time with the next chapter but I got sick (again) so please be patient with me!

- The next chapter will probably be an NSFW one, not because of the s mut (I don’t really want that chapter to be the s mut chapter, I have different plans, but these fuckers have their mind of their own sometimes 😂), but it will involve nakedness and quite a lot of touching so… yeah. Sorry if you need to skip most of the next chapter 😭😭😭😭

- If you are waiting for the next Shenanigans chapter, I’m also done with that but it’s a double chapter, half SFW and half NSFW and it’s 5K+, that’s why is so delayed 😂

TL: @garfieldthomas @porusuniverse @stickygumchewer @sixxze @mily-moo @aei-sedai-moiraine @aymasakusa @katsuari @kenzie-deadly @shiviwrites07 @lukerycyja-reblogs @cloroxisadelectabletreat @coffeent @kisskissshutmydoor @bobcar1 @yazminetrahan @cringefan @ronimacaroni77 @thekookiecorner @dangerousluv1 @emperatris-rinaka @shotos-angelic-whore @angelsdemonsmonsters @norvacaine @rei165 @unofficialmuilover @yao-ai

[roosterforme]

The Deployment Diaries Part 13 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You and Bradley get your groove back. And Bradley takes out the trash for you. 

Warnings: Smut, swearing, fuff, angst

Length: 5200 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots! Check my masterlist for the reading order!

Monday morning felt like a fresh start to you. You entered your lab to see your usual workmates, minus Josh. Nobody asked where he was or what happened to him, and you wondered immediately if Bickel had said something to everyone else. But you didn't dwell on it, because as long as you were able to enjoy a stress free day, it didn't really matter to you what had been said.  You ate lunch with Cam and Maria, trying to catch a glimpse of Bradley while you were in the cafeteria. But all you got from him was a text message letting you know he would be working a little late today. You sighed. You had been hoping to surprise him by taking him out to dinner since you never really had a proper welcome home meal ready for him in your distraught state. 

Even though you'd had a great afternoon at work, you were still a little disappointed when you got home. You showered, changed and made dinner, but Bradley wasn't back yet. He hadn't texted you again either. You were about to take Tramp out for a walk when your boyfriend burst through the front door, still in his flight suit.  "Sweetheart, I'm sorry I'm so late!" he called, heading right for you with a huge bouquet of yellow flowers in one hand. He was so lovely, he took your breath away. You wrapped your arms around his waist and let him kiss you as his fingers tangled in your hair. When he started to pull away with a smile on his face, you pressed up on your toes until your lips met his again.  "I like it so much better when you're home," you whispered against his lips while your eyes were still closed. Bradley chuckled and you took the flowers from him with a smile. "Thanks, Roo. Dinner's ready, unless you want to walk Tramp before we eat?" "Nah, I'm starving. Been thinking about eating dinner with you all day, Baby Girl. But Mav kept Nat and I late to go over a bunch of things we had apparently missed while we were gone." You knew exactly what he was talking about, because it came directly from your lab. You just didn't know he was going to have to do it today. Your heart skipped a beat knowing you were hopefully making his job safer.  When Bradley sat down at the table, still in his flight suit, you made yourself comfortable on his lap. He listened intently when you told him about your day, kissing your cheek between bites of food.  Then you walked Tramp to the beach together after Bradley got changed. When you reached for his hand, he laced his fingers through yours and kissed your knuckles. He held your hand for the entire walk, and everything felt good, really good.  And you realized you hadn't felt the prickle of tears behind your eyes once all day.  --------------------------------------- Bradley held your hand in his, and you took turns, trading off who held onto Tramp's leash. The three of you tripped along down the sidewalks, dodging sprinklers and pulling Tramp away from flower beds while you laughed.  Things felt more normal today between the two of you. God, Bradley had missed this so much. His heart squeezed every time he looked at you smiling and laughing. When you reached the beach entrance, you started to lead him onto the rocks and sand, but he pulled you gently to a stop, and Tramp plopped down, taking a break and panting at your feet.  "What?" you asked him, probably wondering why he'd stopped you so randomly. "I just wanted to kiss you," he replied, and he smiled as you pulled him closer to you, inch by inch until his chest met yours. "I wanted to kiss you and tell you how much I love you." You reached up and stroked his mustache before letting your hand rest on his shoulder.  "Okay, kiss me, Roo. And tell me how much you love me." He took his time about it. He watched his fingers tangle in your hair as the breeze tossed it around a bit. The setting sun made your beautiful skin glow such a pretty shade he couldn't have imagined it if he tried. And that thought was startling to him, because he thought about you almost nonstop. He thought about everything, imagined everything when it came to you. But he couldn't have pictured in his mind's eye just how perfect you were right now.  Your eyes were searching his earnestly as he brushed your hair back from your face. He let his rough thumb touch the soft skin of your cheek, marveling over how good that felt. But that was how you always were. Your voice, and your laugh, and your crooked smile when he was telling you a funny story. The way you said things in such a matter of fact way. The way you loved him and took care of him. It always felt so good yet totally unbelievable to him. He trusted you. And he'd earn your trust back completely. Let you know it was okay to trust him when he promised he was never going to ask you to leave. Never going to do anything to jeopardize having you with him. He knew you were scared. But he also knew he was a broken person, and that you made him whole.  Your lips parted as you drew in a deep breath, and he kissed you softly, longingly. Both of your hands found their way around his neck, as Tramp's leash slipped from your grasp. Bradley's heart beat faster as your lips skimmed over his. He let his fingers tangle further into your hair as he wrapped his other hand around your lower back. When his nose bumped yours, and you gasped for air, he pressed his forehead to yours.  "Baby Girl, you're everything to me." Once you both finally made it onto the beach with Tramp, you let Bradley hold you while the sun set. You sat in front of him on the rocks, and your hand rested on his thigh and warmed his skin through his shorts. Bradley buried his nose in your hair and closed his eyes, filling his senses with you while you talked to Tramp and watched the sun dip below the horizon. ------------------------------------ "Which show do you want to watch?" Bradley asked you, a while later. "You pick, Roo. You're the one who was TV-less for eight weeks," you replied, settling on the couch next to him and handing him the remote. Bradley couldn't have given less of a shit about what was on the TV, because you were touching him again. So he chose an episode of your favorite show, and you snuggled up next to him, tucked against his side. Then Tramp settled down on the floor with his head on Bradley's feet, and it was a miracle Bradley could pay attention to the show at all.  Three-quarters of the way through the episode, you turned to look up at him, whispering, "I missed you so much." Then you kissed his neck. Bradley held you close as you rose up onto your knees and kissed his lips, your soft hands caressing his cheeks and shoulders. And every time you pulled back, you just looked at him, like you were surprised he was really there.  "I love you," he told you, every time you looked at him like that. You were smiling. And then you were laughing. And your laughing lips pressing against his made him dizzy. You just simply smiled and laughed and kissed him, but there was nothing simple about it. His heart leapt, and he was laughing too.  Before you, kissing had never meant much to him, other than a means to getting laid. But Bradley would have gladly kissed you all night just to see that smile, the one you saved just for him. The show had ended, and Bradley subconsciously knew the TV screen was prompting you two to make a decision about watching another episode, but your fingers were in his hair now. His brain was screaming out for you and only you. He tightened his arms around your back, and you squealed as he pulled you flush against him.  He let you kiss him more, but that's all you seemed to want to do. And that was fine with him. "Sweetheart, it's getting late," he whispered against your neck, placing a soft kiss to your jaw. "Let's get some sleep, okay?" He needed to get up and get ready for bed, because he was getting pretty hard now, and the last thing he wanted was for you to feel pressured about having sex with him again before you were ready to. "Mmm, okay," you replied before kissing the tip of his nose and caressing his scars.  Bradley watched you stand and stretch before heading toward the bedroom, and he took Tramp out to the backyard. After the dog was finished and ready to head inside, Bradley crouched down to pet him and tousle his ears. When he carried Tramp into the bedroom, Bradley smiled at the sight of you already in bed, wearing his shirt and your glasses.  "Hurry up and get in bed, Roo. I want to cuddle more." ------------------------------------------- Tuesday was just as pleasant as Monday had been. Perhaps all of that time you'd spend working late with Josh had actually been extremely toxic for you. It hadn't felt bad at the time, but now that he was gone, you were getting so much quality work done. Sonya was wonderful, too. She really made your job much easier.  As soon as you got home, you saw a text from Bradley telling you he was on his way. "Daddy will be home soon," you told Tramp as you let him out the sliding glass door. It was so hot outside today, you were already undressing from your uniform in the dining room. "Fucking khaki monstrosity," you muttered as you pulled your shirt off. You stopped in your bedroom and grabbed the basket of dirty laundry before taking everything into your tiny laundry room. You were carefully removing all of the pins from your uniform shirt when you heard the front door close.  "Sweetheart?" Bradley called for you, and your heart skipped along at a faster pace. You pressed your lips together and sighed. "I'm in the laundry room!" you replied, and a moment later he poked his head in with a smile. You watched as his smile slipped a little bit, turning into a look of awe as he stepped all the way into the room. His hands clenched into loose fists at his sides as he looked at you standing there in your bra and high waisted uniform pants. You could practically feel the weight of his gaze on you, and it seemed like he was struggling to keep his hands to himself.  All you knew for sure right then was that you wanted him. You needed him. You needed him to touch you. You needed his body. "Why don't you get undressed, and I'll wash your uniform too?" you asked, and your voice sounded needy even to your own ears.  "Fuck," Bradley muttered, his eyes wide as you watched his fingers work on his shirt buttons. You helped him remove his shirt and undershirt, and then you kept your hands busy by removing his uniform pins while he removed his belt and unbuttoned his pants. You set his pins in the tray next to the sink alongside yours before adding his shirt to the washing machine.  As your boyfriend pulled down his tight khaki pants, giving you a clear view of his penis straining against his light gray boxer briefs, you audibly moaned. Bradley's eyes snapped up to yours, looking up at you as he had his pants down to his knees.  "I want you," you whispered.  His groan in response echoed around the laundry room, and you were gasping for air as he stepped out of his pants and took a step closer to you.  "Baby Girl," he rasped. His voice was needy and his cheeks were flushed. You knew he had waited more than eight weeks for you, and you also knew he would wait longer if you wanted him to. "Oh, Sweetheart. Can I touch you?" You didn't want to wait any longer. You nodded your head and licked your lips, but you were already in his arms before he even reached you. "I want you, Roo. Oh, God! I need you!" Your lips were on his neck, sloppy kissing his scars, and your hands were gripping his huge biceps.  "Baby Girl," he grunted, running his hands all over your back and down to your ass. "Fuck, are you sure?"  "Yes," you whispered, and he was kissing your lips hard, backing you up until your butt hit the washing machine. You could feel his hands everywhere. Messing up your hair, sliding down your neck, unhooking your bra. He was hard and ready for you, but when you reached for the front of his underwear, he moved your hands back up to his chest.  "Gotta slow down, or I'm not gonna last," he gasped looking you right in the eyes as he smiled. "I love you," he said before pressing his lips to yours again and squeezing your breasts. Your lungs felt like they were on fire, and you moaned out loud again as Bradley quickly removed your uniform pants and your socks. Then he knelt in front of you, stroking the fronts of both of your thighs with his thumbs. "I love you," he said again, placing soft kisses to your core through your underwear.  You let your head tip back. Everything felt so good, and then Bradley was pulling your underwear down and licking your pussy, and it was euphoric. You threaded your fingers gently through his wavy hair, holding him to you while he licked and sucked. When Bradley guided one of your legs over his shoulder to get better access to your soaking wet pussy, you started grinding yourself against his face. "Oh my God," you moaned as he dipped his tongue inside you while his nose rubbed your clit. He slowed his pace, licking and sucking on your clit just the way you liked it, and soon you felt him pushing two fingers inside you. As soon as he worked his fingers against your most sensitive spot, he had you coming and squeezing around him. You tipped your head forward and watched him place soft kisses to your clit, his mustache prickling your soft skin.  As your moaning subsided, Bradley glanced up at you while kissing your thigh which was trembling on his shoulder. You could see that his mustache was wet, and you needed to taste yourself on him there. "Come here," you whispered. Bradley gently kissed your leg one more time before setting your foot back on the floor. He stood to his full height and caged you in against the washing machine. You reached up and wrapped both of your hands around his neck, and when you guided him closer and licked his mustache, he moaned. "Baby Girl, you make me crazy. You know that?" You licked his mustache and kissed his lips, loving the way you tasted on this man's mouth. "Bradley," you whispered, reaching for the front of his underwear again. This time he let you grab the elastic and undress him. You grinned at him from where you were caught between his body and the washer. "Nice socks," you said, glancing down at the only article of clothing remaining on either of you.  "Just for that, they stay on," he rasped with a smirk. You started laughing and Bradley kissed your neck and smiled against your skin. You felt his dick jumping against your skin where he was pressed to your belly. "You sure you want to do this, Sweetheart? We can still stop." You reached down between your bodies and wiped the bit of his precum from your hip bone and licked it from your index finger tip. Bradley groaned as you said, "I'm sure. I want you. I never stopped wanting you, Roo. I was just so scared." Bradley pressed himself harder against you, caressing your neck with both large hands before tilting your face up to look at him. He kissed your lips once before telling you, "You have nothing to be scared about, Baby Girl. I promise. You never have to be scared of me." "I know, Roo. I do know that." You rubbed your hands along his hard cock before spinning around toward the washing machine and looking at him over your shoulder.  ------------------------------------------ Bradley was sweating. He hadn't been with you like this in two months, and he was so excited, he was afraid he would only last a minute. But right now you were rubbing your ass along his dick and looking up at him over your shoulder with such a lust-filled expression, and he couldn't wait to be inside you. So he would do his best to please you, because you always chose him over and over again. He took you by the hips and lifted you up to your tiptoes while bending you over and pressing the front of you against the washing machine. You gasped as he pressed your tits against the cold metal and caressed your hips and waist. You were still whining and rubbing yourself back against him as he used his knee to gently nudge your thighs apart.  You were moaning his name over and over, and he was trying so hard to focus. He lined himself up with your entrance and pushed himself slowly inside, almost crying out when he was fully seated. You felt that fucking good to him. He tried to hold still while you were trying to get your footing, but Bradley held you in place with his right hand on your hip. He ran his left hand from your left shoulder all the way to your fingertips, before wrapping his fingers around yours. He pulled your hand back to his mouth and kissed your palm before stretching your arm out along the top of the washing machine and pinning it in place.  Then Bradley leaned down, pressing his chest against your back, letting you feel his weight against you. He was kissing you just below your ear and whispering your name as he started to thrust slowly. "Baby Girl, you make everything better. I'm in love with you." "Roo!" you whined as he loved your body. He kissed your neck and teased your ear with his nose. He whispered your name and let his right hand slowly wrap around your body until he was stroking your clit. "Oh, I love you," he groaned, squeezing your left fingers in his, stretching your arm further until you were barely touching the floor. You were whining loudly now as he ran his lips along your neck, licking the line of your spine. He felt the squeeze in his balls and knew he was beyond the point of return, thanks to all the sexy noises you were making.  "I love you, Bradley," you gasped, and that was it for him. With a loud groan, he was cumming inside you, but he knew you weren't quite there yet. He wanted you to come a second time while he was still inside you, so he worked his fingers slow and steady along your clit. His cum was oozing out of you, and he swirled the slickness against your sensitive bud with his fingers.  He buried his nose in your hair, and stroked you until you pressed back against him and cried out, squeezing around his softening cock. He collapsed against you, rubbing his sweaty forehead along your cheek. You pulled his left hand along with yours across the top of the washing machine until his fingers were pressed against your lips. Bradley slowly stood upright and eased you back to the floor until you were standing in front of him.  You spun in his arms and looked up at him with your hands on his chest. Bradley scooped you up into his arms and carried you to the bedroom, and your lips were connected with his the entire way there. He stretched out on the bed with you straddling his waist and kissing him.  You started giggling. "You still have your socks on." Bradley glanced down at his feet. "I told you they were staying on, Sweetheart. You were touching me. I couldn't have figured out how to take them off at that point anyway." You smiled and settled against his chest, wrapping your arms around him and tucking them under his back. Bradley rubbed both of your shoulders as you whispered, "Thank you for loving me no matter what." -------------------------------------- "Is this for real?" Bradley asked when he showed up at your office on Wednesday afternoon.  You spun in your seat to see him standing in the open doorway. "Roo! What are you doing here?" He stalked toward you with a grin on his face. "I got an email and then I talked to Mav. He told me I get to take you up with me. In Phoenix's F/A-18. Is that for real?"  You smiled at him and nodded. "That's right. I need to fly for research purposes, and I got to choose my pilot. Turns out Phoenix is busy that day, so I picked you. Bradley barked out a laugh and you stood and wrapped your arms around him. "Nat would have jumped at the chance, and you know it," he said, kissing you on the top of your head. "I can't stay, Sweetheart. I have to get back to the classroom, but I just wanted to confirm that I get to take my favorite person flying with me." You smiled against his uniform. "See you at home?"  "Of course," Bradley replied, but you were rubbing your hand along his abs with intent. After the laundry room yesterday, you and he had eaten dinner and then had sex in the shower. Everything felt like it should, but Bradley was being cautious.  "How about you meet me in the laundry room again after work today?" you asked him softly. "We got so distracted, we never actually ran that load of laundry." Bradley chuckled. "Yeah, I'll meet you there." And that's what had him running into the house just after 5 o'clock, barely stopping to pet Tramp on his way to the laundry room.  "Jesus," Bradley muttered as he rushed in and saw you sitting on top of the running washing machine, completely naked, your hair still in a bun. You smiled and reached for him, and Bradley was just a lost cause. After you helped him mostly undress, he stood before you in his boots with his pants and underwear around his ankles.  "Tell me, Lieutenant Bradshaw," you said, while stroking his length. The use of his rank and last name coming from your mouth made him painfully hard in your hands. "Why are you suddenly obsessed with keeping your uniform socks on?" Bradley tipped his head back and chuckled, loving that you could always make him laugh.  "Do you think your girlfriend prefers it that way?" you asked, still running your fingers along his length.  He looked you in the eye. "I'm not sure. Would my girlfriend prefer it if I removed the socks?" "No, she finds you oddly charming no matter what you're wearing," you whispered, and he kissed your lips softly. Soft kisses turned a little more frantic as Bradley pushed your legs further apart and fucked you slowly where you sat on the running washing machine.  "My girlfriend is charming all the time," he whispered next to your ear as you came for him.  "The laundry room is my new favorite room," you said, and Bradley fervently agreed as he came inside you. --------------------------------------- After the laundry load was completed, and dinner had been eaten, Bradley cleaned the kitchen in his underwear while you got changed to go to the Hard Deck.  "Just one drink though, okay?" you said when Bradley joined you at the bathroom sink. "I know everyone is obsessed with Wednesday happy hour, but I have to be at work really early tomorrow." He kissed the back of your neck and made it difficult for you to finish putting your makeup on. "Yeah, just one drink," he agreed, peppering your neck with kisses. "Or we can just stay in?" You laughed. "I already told Phoenix we'd be there. Apparently you owe her a drink for borrowing her Super Hornet next week. Oh! And I wanted to ask Bob and Fanboy for pointers on how to be an excellent backseater! I want to make sure you're impressed by me." Bradley laughed. "Baby Girl, if I were any more impressed by you, my brain would stop functioning. Now let's go so we can get back and cuddle." The Hard Deck was busy, as usual, but you and Bradley made a beeline for the other aviators at the pool tables. You felt your boyfriend's hand on your waist as he stood behind you with his chin on your shoulder, and you were sipping identical bottles of beer. "Bob and Fanboy, I need your help!" you said, gathering the two weapon systems officers together. "I need you guys to tell me how to be an amazing backseater, because I get to fly with Rooster next week!" --------------------------------------------- Bradley was really enjoying himself, listening to you asking the other aviators for tips about flying with him. He loved that you were taking your job as his backseater for the day very seriously.  "Hey, Bradshaw," he heard Jake say before the other man grabbed his shoulder a little roughly. Bradley turned and looked at Jake who looked very displeased. "He's here," Jake whispered.  Bradley tried to stay calm, but his heart was immediately pounding in his chest. He couldn't believe Josh decided to come back to the Hard Deck, where he had fucking touched you the last time you saw him. You seemed to be doing okay now, but you were still processing everything that had happened to you. The fact that Josh had lost his job and now his wife in rapid succession had seemingly made things easier for you. But Bradley wasn't going to let him get to you again, physically or mentally.  So Bradley kissed your cheek, and left you to talk to the others with your back turned to the bar. Nat nodded at Bradley, and he knew she would keep you distracted and safe. His best friend was good like that. "Which one is he?" Bradley grunted at Jake once he'd taken a few steps away from you. But he already knew. Josh was looking longingly across the bar to where you were standing with your back to him. And then he made eye contact with Bradley.  "Tall, dark hair, gray shirt, looking right at you," Jake drawled calmly. "You want me to come outside with you? Phoenix already knows, and she said she'll keep Angel inside."  "Nah," Bradley replied quietly, maintaining eye contact with Josh, who had the decency to look a little scared. "I'll do it alone. Unless you wanna watch." "Have at him. I'll come out and make sure you're not interrupted," Jake promised before he followed Bradley silently across the bar.  Bradley approached Josh with a very calm exterior, but inside he was raging again. "Let's go outside." Bradley practically growled at the other man who just raised a concerned eyebrow in return. "Now."  Josh eyed Bradley up before turning and heading for the door.  Bradley had been raised in a very peaceful home by Carole Bradshaw. She taught him to talk about his feelings instead of resorting to violence. But then again, Carole had never met you. She never got to see Bradley fall in love. And Bradley liked to think his mom would have made an exception for this singular occasion.  Once all three of them were outside, and Jake was playing the part of lookout at the door, Josh spun around to face Bradley. "Hey, look man, your girl-" Bradley grabbed him by his shirt collar and rammed his back against the deck railing, and the entire length of wood rattled violently. "Shut the fuck up, asshole. I know exactly who you are and exactly what you did. I do not need to hear it from you." Josh opened his mouth to speak again, but Bradley hoisted him a little higher and shook him by the shirt collar. "I did not give you permission to talk!" Bradley shook with anger as Josh made eye contact with him again. "You even think about touching my Y/N again... you so much as look at her, and I'll ruin your fucking miserable life." Josh sucked in a breath and opened his mouth to speak, and Bradley grinned, because this man was about to give Bradley even more permission for him to wreck his face.  "She let me work late with her all the time. She got drinks with me every week while you were gone, man. You have no idea."  Bradley set Josh back down and straightened out his shirt with both palms before nodding solemnly. "Yeah, she's really something else, isn't she? Sweet and friendly and smart. And pretty. She's so fucking pretty. But she's not yours."  Bradley slowly raised both of his fists to chest level, and watched the look of panic on the other man's face as he made two fists as well. Then Bradley punched Josh one time hard in the nose and watched him double over in pain, grabbing at his bloody face. And then Bradley grabbed him hard and rammed his knee into Josh's ribs, relishing in the cracking sound followed by groaning before tossing him to the ground.  Once Josh started coughing and scrambling as if to stand, Bradley stepped on his fingers, keeping him in place. Then Bradley growled, "You disrespect her again, physically or verbally, and you'll need someone to call an ambulance for you. Understand?" Bradley yanked Josh up by his hair, forcing eye contact. "You stay the fuck away from her, and you stay the fuck away from the Hard Deck. This is my bar, and that is my girl." Jake came to stand next to Bradley as they watched Josh hold his nose and stumble through the parking lot, presumably to his car.  "He won't be back," Jake drawled.  "He better fucking not be," Bradley hissed, taking deep breaths to calm himself down. When Bradley went back inside and rejoined the conversation about weapon systems officers, you smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek.  "You okay, Roo? You look very deep in thought," you whispered. He pulled you into a hug. "I was just thinking about how much my mom would have loved you, Sweetheart. And she would have been completely delighted by how in love with you I am." It was the truth.  And when you reached for his right hand and he winced a bit, he simply told you that he had hurt his hand earlier that day taking care of something annoying. 

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I hope you enjoyed this outrageously long chapter! Thanks for reading! 

Part 14 is here

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[getitoutofmymindwrites]

Pairing: Dave York x f!reader

Summary: A private conversation goes wrong when your boss overhears you commenting on him and decides to teach you a lesson. Will he have his way or does he meet his equal?

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: not in my books, let me know if you feel otherwise! 😅 (well, if you really squint you might see a hint of smut, blink and you’ll miss it!)

A/N: There’s definitely another part coming because I wanna see these two collide in more than one ways 😏

Antagonists.

“Oh my GOD, did you see him today?”

“Saw who?”

“He’s driving me crazy with these belts; the way they hug his waist, like, Oh. My. God.”

“I still don’t know who you are referring to.”

“And the unbuttoned buttons on his shirt? Do you think he does it on purpose?” And that’s Carrie. Your best friend in and out of workplace. Spontaneous, funny, brutally honest and your bigger supporter. Your rock.

“Woman, if you keep rumbling like that, I swear to God..”

“The boss! I’m talking about the boss, Jeezzz!”

“Oh, what about him?” you respond, stirring your coffee absentmindedly, standing in the lunch room, at the quarters of the Company.

“I just told you! Oh, I bet his wife can’t have enough of him. Do you think he has a huge-”

“Carrie! I told you before, not this kind of talk at work. It’s not proper. Especially about a superior officer, we could get in trouble.”, you stop her anxiously. You hated even the possibility of anyone overhearing something that they could later hold against you.

“Oh, relax you virgin, you’re driving me crazy with all your rules. So, as I was saying before you rudely interrupted me-”. She always called you that, a virgin, when she thought you were too uptight. It bothered you at first, because you were not uptight. Right? Now you don’t even register the sound of it.

“Carrie..” A sign of warning in your voice as you squinted at her.

“Ok, ok, but in my defense -if you really think about it- I’m praising him! What, I can’t put in a good word for him?” The woman is insufferable.

“Well.. No, if it has anything to do with his genital area. I’m pretty sure it’s a strange way to compliment your boss! Of course, knowing you, you could always find a way to make any filthy praise work!”. You both laugh at your comment.

“I don’t know about strange, but it would definitely be original!” Carrie responds.

“Jesus..” you pinch the bridge of your nose with your fingers, almost exasperated.

“But you can’t deny he’s sweet!”, she persists. Unbelievable. You side-eye her and roll your eyes.

“What?! He has a good reputation around here, he’s always fair, polite and his smile is kind. He is sweet! We can give him that! Or I could give him the ride of his l-” she gives you a lopsided smirk, but she doesn’t get to finish her answer. Is she serious right now? Are you even talking about the same person? Could your gut be so wrong?

“Ooh, ooh, ooh,” you almost laugh nervously, “I definitely wouldn’t call him sweet.”

***

“What a man has to do to get a cup of coffee around here?”, he mumbled to himself running his hand down his face. He felt exhausted. His secretary had called in sick, so the routine of having his coffee served and waiting for him on his office table was disrupted.

Be polite Dave, he thought to himself, you can get your own coffee.

He wore his best smile and made his way to the lunch room. He felt so tired, the intel he had to go through before passing it up the chain of command, was overwhelming. Even with all hands on deck, sorting out the useful data from the noise, still, the load of work was massive. It was going to be a long, boring day. He wished he could be on the actual mission sooner rather than later.

Turning the corner and arriving almost outside the entrance of the lunch room he heard low-voiced chatter.

“…not this kind of talk at work. It’s not proper. Especially about a superior officer, we could get in trouble. ” He recognized your voice but he wasn’t sure who were you talking to. What are you talking about? He stumbled, trying to decide if he wanted to know or not.

“Oh, relax, you virgin, you’re driving me crazy with all your rules. So, as I was saying before you rudely interrupted me-” A virgin, huh? He wondered if that was a literal description.

“Carrie..” Ok, good to know the other side of the secret conversation, he thought to himself, smiling. Something got him hooked, the back and forth of your chatting, this kind of communication between two people who know each other well and the way you responded to each other, intrigued him.

“Ok, ok, but in my defense -if you really think about it- I’m praising him! What, I can’t put in a good word for him?” To whom they’re referring to?

“Well.. No, if it has anything to do with his genital area. I’m pretty sure it’s a strange way to compliment your boss! Of course, knowing you, you could always find a way to make any filthy praise work!”.

Shit.

Are they talking about me? Last time I checked, I was the only boss around here. And why would they -or more accurately, Carrie- be talking about my cock?

“I don’t know about strange, but it would definitely be original!”

“Jesus..”

“But you can’t deny he’s sweet! What?! He has a good reputation around here, he’s always fair, polite and his smile is kind. He IS sweet! We can give him that! Or I could give him the ride of his l-” Holy sh-

“Ooh, ooh, ooh, I definitely wouldn’t call him sweet.” Oh, wouldn’t you, now? he thought with a smirk.

Suddenly, another agent is making his way to the lunch room so he has no other option but to abandon his little surveillance and pretend that he had just arrived outside of the room.

***

“Good morning, sir.” Carrie says suddenly, looking behind your back and then back to you with an uneasy look on her face, while you are still laughing in the aftermath of your observation.

Shit. Shit.

“It sure sounds like it.” Dave says smiling like he knows something both of you don’t.

“Good morning, sir”, you also say sheepishly, looking down and then to Carrie. Is there any chance he heard what we were talking about? And what does he even do here. He never comes here. And then it hits you. The fucking secretary. Absent when you need her the most. What a mere secretary can save you from. Ok, stop thinking about the secretary, Jesus! You should just focus on getting out of here, going back to your office. Back to where you would have been if Carrie -fucking Carrie- hadn’t distracted you with her nonsense.

“How’s the presentation coming along? The director is breathing down my neck about it, he wants to be briefed as soon as possible.” Dave asks, looking at you. Why on earth is he looking at me? I’m not the only person in the room. Carrie is here, too, even Gregor just came in with him. Ok, get a grip, you are the head analyst. That’s why. Don’t overthink this.

Of course, that was part of your job. To overthink, analyze, choose and put together the right pieces of information. See behind unorganized, seemingly irrelevant scraps of intel and connect the dots. See behind the veil, as Carrie always teases you. Then hand your results to the next of command and pray you didn’t just kill a fellow agent with your trail of thinking.

A deep voice calling your name pulls you out of the depths of your thoughts. Three sets of eyes are looking at you expectantly.

“Ah, no, yes, we ‘re very close sir, we will have it on your desk by the end of the day. The presentation is set up for tomorrow afternoon, so you’ll be able to go over it until then.” you answer. He’s looking at you for a second as if he’s deciding something.

“Good; you have ‘till midday.” he says in a casual tone. Your eyes widen and your jaw drops open.

And then he’s gone.

***

“That doesn’t mean he heard us, don’t be absurd! He knows these things take time, he wouldn’t have rushed us if it wasn’t important! And he wouldn’t put the safety of an agent on the field -or his, in this case- in line just to get back to you! AND you didn’t say anything wrong! AND there is no way he heard us!”, Carrie insists.

“And you are so sure of that, because..?” You want to believe her so badly, but your goddamn gut always knows better and the knot in your stomach is there to remind you of that.

“Because!”

If looks could kill, she would have been seriously injured right now.

“Ok, think about it. He walked into the room with Gregor. What do you think, they grabbed their popcorn and eavesdropped together like the great friends they are? I ‘m telling you, there is no way he heard us.” She almost makes.. sense?

“Fine! But there is also no way this presentation is ready till midday.”

***

Midday.

Three knocks on the door separate you from disaster. Embarrassment. You never were late on a deadline. Ever. Always on time. Or ahead even. How did this happen? Why did he rush you all of a sudden? Something wasn’t right. On the other hand, he was always precise, fair, careful. He was never careless about those things. He knew the importance of them. What the stakes were. You had to give him at least that much. If your life was hanging by a thread it was him that you would count on. He was oozing authority.

Well, there goes nothing.

“Come in,” his voice firm, invites you in, his head not moving from the board he's staring at, full of photos and notes. He seems preoccupied. His left hand is crossed in his chest, his palm enveloping his side under his armpit. His right elbow rests on the top of his other hand, while his palm rests in front of his mouth, pinching his lips absentmindedly. His shirt is stretching on his back due to his posture, exaggerating the broadness of it. Why are you analyzing him like this? Jesus.

You're about to step into the office and before you close the door behind you, Carrie pops in and sneaks in with you, staying a step back. Good for her, because you want to hit her right now. You are so dead, you think, rolling your eyes to the ceiling. Thank God, his back is still turned on you. You try to shoo her away with gestures but suddenly he turns and looks at you. Both of you. Great. Now he thinks I need backup.

“Do you have something for me, agent?” It was so fast you almost missed it, but you swear you saw a mocking smile for a second.

Deep breath. Steady. “No, sir.”

He looks at you, emotionless at first. “What do you mean, no?” he asks, flatly. Then, his brows furrow and his head tilts in question, his hands move to his hips and you swear he’s not even trying to compose himself. Like he’s enjoying this turn of events. Like he’s preparing for more. Almost challenging you.

“Like I said earlier, sir, we can have the presentation ready by the end of the day, like the schedule was.” Carrie is taking a sharp breath, stunned by your directness.

“Maybe I should apologize then, for the inconvenience I have caused you?” If you couldn’t see his expression you would think he was really apologizing. He was clearly not.

“That wouldn’t be necessary. Sir.” Carrie is hyperventilating at this point. He’s looking at you clearly annoyed and secretly amused.

“I’m sure you understand the importance of the task in hand, agent, don’t you?” His eyes darkening and sparkling at the same time.

“I do, as I’m sure you do, too, sir. After all, I’m only looking out for your well-being. Sir.” Carrie is mentally seeking a convenient place to faint.

You’re staring at each other, none of you breaking the silence. His gaze is so intense, you’re starting to feel.. something. Not uncomfortable, not exactly vulnerable, but something; almost arousing. Well, you always loved a good challenge.

You would never defy a superior officer, especially about something so serious. But you stand your ground, because deep in your gut you know there is an ulterior motive behind this. And the excuse of maybe hearing you in the lunch room is not convincing you. Something else is on his mind and you want to see how this unravels. What’s the worst that could happen?

He could fire your ass, the wheels on your mind turning as you process the situation, trying to read him at the same time. No, he wouldn’t do that, he knew your value, your worth. You have rent to pay. Your work was solid, reliable, that’s why you were the head of your department. You have bills running. He wouldn’t jeopardize that over a game. Right? Oh, fuck it, too late now, you’re calling his bluff.

The balls on this woman. I could have her fired by the end of her shift and yet, look at her all steady and unwavering. Does she know what’s going on? Does she suspect I’m messing with her? Is she fucking enjoying it? Is she wet under all those clothes? What I wouldn’t give right now to slip my fingers inside her and see for myself. Maybe she needs someone to put her in her place. You little brat. He haven’t felt that excited in a long time. Apart from the thrill of the action on the field, that is. It was refreshing.

You don’t know how long you would have stared at each other, if his office phone line hadn’t rung. A whispered “Thank God!” escapes Carrie’s lips.

He touches the telephone handset, his fingers freeze on it, but doesn’t pick up. Still staring at you, he commands “You have by the end of your shift.”

“Oh, thank you, sir! We will be more than ready for you by then!” Carrie almost yelled in relief. You mentally roll your eyes. And then she has to take it a step further. Of course she does. “You ‘re so, sooo..-”

You just wanna laugh and cry simultaneously. This isn’t happening. An awkward silence fills the room; you stare at him, he stares at Carrie, while she’s trying to find the right word and the fucking phone is still ringing.

“Well, as much as I ‘m curious to hear what you think I am, I have a phone call to answer to but to help you limit your options, I definitely wouldn’t call me sweet.” His eyes slowly turn to you as he says the last words, his mouth curling upwards with a smirk.

Shit, shit, shit.

***

[greenishghostey]

Dungeon Master meet Prop Master | part 3

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Drama Club!reader

Summary: The blossoming relationship between you and Eddie was still new but you were both already in too deep. Turns out that your friends love a little romance gossip too.

Warnings: I've decided that this series will be 18+ eventually, so please DO NOT engage or interact if you are underage. More fluff, friendship banter, swearing, a very vague understanding of the US education system.

Word Count: 5,236

Authors Note: So this chapter is a bit more dialogue-heavy and goes into friend group reactions to Eddie and specs' budding relationship and where it will potentially go. This was going to be the first half of one chapter but I felt it was better as a stand-alone piece.

Part 2 /// Part 4 (Coming Soon)

Friday at school was surprisingly busy, with most of your classes hitting the first assignment stage. You loved a long-winded, formulaic piece of homework as much as the next person, but your mind had been busy. Eddie kept your mind so fucking busy. Even your favourite classes were a little bit tuned out by the sound of a boyish snort, metal rings tapping a steering wheel and “specs”. You were in a near-constant state of fluster, removing your glasses to rub your eyes or pinch the bridge of your nose. Your mom had asked if you were sick while eating breakfast. She asked if it was a boy. God, she made it sound so juvenile. You were legally an adult. However, she was right on the money - not like you were going to tell her that.

You had a giggly, schoolgirl crush on a boy who was nice to you. 

But “nice to you” wasn’t doing him enough justice. He was exceptional to you. The closest thing to Eddie’s comfortable presence you could think of was Penny - the person who had been your rock since elementary school. Eddie Munson had achieved that astronomical status within, what, like, 4 hours? 

Fuck, if he actually did have a weird cult thingy going, you might just have to look into joining. Maybe he gave out welcome packages along with the Hellfire shirts. An introductory pamphlet and a complimentary goat skull or something. You could bring snacks to the ritual sacrifices. 

You had a study period before lunch and took the opportunity to be a hermit in the library, trying to power through as much homework as you could in an hour and ten minutes. 

English gave you an essay on The Crucible, which was convenient since you were already knee-deep in annotating the play for prop and set ideas. Colonial melancholy mixed with fire and brimstone was your current plan. Now you just had to add in a few notes about John Proctor’s inner demons and how Arthur Miller was, unfortunately, a “national treasure”. The usual English class spiel that Miss Samson would slap a lovely A or B on. If you found yourself feeling adventurous, you could even pepper in some gender commentary discussion points. 

Woodshop was the only assignment you couldn’t make some progress on from your little library alcove, which was a shame because you were strangely excited about it. The project was simple enough for early in the year, making a small storage box with divided sections inside and a hinged lid. But you had a potential plan for your box if everything went well. 

Eddie had a zip-lock bag to keep spare game dice in. He had shown you the polyhedral cluster fuck of colours while you helped with Hellfire redecorating. It was cute that Eddie had collected so many spare sets just in case someone forgot to bring theirs on a Friday. He explained that he tried to get a wide enough range of designs so that they would work for every class and race - whatever that meant. Such an extensive collection deserved a proper form of storage and display, so you planned to give Eddie, and his club, another donation in the form of a dice box. Originally, you were going to give the box to your mom to keep her funkiest, fanciest jewellery, but your dad beat you to the punch on her birthday. 

Mr Kennedy, your shop teacher, might even let you carve a pattern on the lid too - flames or a skull, something befitting the Hellfire vibe. Mr Ken always liked you because you were interested in his subject rather than seeing it as an easy grade for senior year credits. 

Giving Eddie a gift, regardless of how practical it would be, was maybe a little much. He had already lightly teased you for “donating” aged paper to Hellfire so they could have more immersive maps and in-game documents. But that was friendly and with good intentions - he did really want that brown paper. If he seemed apprehensive, you could easily pass the dice box off as a peace offering from the drama club. From one group of oddballs to another. 

You polished off the introductory paragraph of an essay on the Reconstruction Era. The name Ulysses had stopped looking like a real word after reading it so many times in your History textbook. The bell rang, and you heard shoes squeaking and doors slamming outside the library's silence. You and Penny always met at your locker before heading to the cafeteria, so you made your way through the halls, weaving between hoards of backpacks, denim and school spirit.

In your opinion, the lockers in Hawkins High were pretty shitty real estate. Too narrow, stupid stiff locks, and they always smelled weird. It was unlikely that they were cleaned out properly when the owners graduated. Some crumbs and a sticky stain had welcomed you in freshman year. You were playing Tetris with your textbooks when you heard your name being yelled down the emptying hallway, followed by an icy bellow of, “We need to talk, young lady!” Penny was always really good at projecting to the back of the room. It was one of the main reasons Miss Butler loved her so much. A ginger, permed head came bounding over to you at a rate of knots, skidding to an abrupt stop in her grass-stained tennis shoes.

“I didn’t do anything. You can prove nothing - Shit, are you okay?” You sniggered, watching Penny pant and lean against your open locker door. She must have bolted to you from across campus; her bangs were sticking to her pale powdered forehead. 

“Quit laughing,” she was clutching her side like she was in agony, “I ran from the fucking track field to get here as soon as possible. We need to talk. Now.” Penny straightened up, crossed her arms and fixed you with a stern look. This particular look was reserved for when you forgot to fill her in on gossip or when you stole chips from her during lunch. You hoped she had some of those little pretzel chip pieces in her bag.

“Since when did you know where the track field is?” You joked with a similarly pinched look on your face. It was a mystery as to why she seemed so miffed at you. Ben hadn’t struck out with the costume designer, Lily, again. No one in shop class had narrowly missed losing a finger. The Hawkins gossip pool was rather dry. What a shame.

Penny flapped her hands in your face, “Shush!” She snipped. It was like you’d told her she wouldn’t ever get that Oscar she always dreamed of. Like you had pissed in her cornflakes that very morning. “Munson does business out past the track field.”

Ah. Crap. You should have called her last night after dinner and told her about that. About Eddie and you. Whatever you and Eddie were. Friends? Acquaintances?

You felt your eyes widen, “Oh, forgot you were doing that today. How’d it go?” You asked innocently. As much as you wanted to play dumb, you couldn’t make it convincing. The warmth painted across your face, and your sudden interest in your locker shelf was a dead giveaway. 

“Well, a freaky little birdie asked me if I was “the friend of specs” and called me ‘Pennies’ the entire deal.” The nickname was sort of sweet. It was better than if Eddie had called her Penelope like her parents did. She would have slapped him with the weed baggie if he’d done that. 

“To be fair, a lot of people you know have glasses. Plus, he’s in our grade, even if he’s been around a while. Isn’t he in Home Ec with you?” You knew he was in that class with Penny. She talked about how out of place he looked in an apron with his hair tied back and without his heavy silver rings. Apparently, he was pretty good at cooking and could fix a jammed sewing machine in under a minute. She’d called him a “domestic demon”, in a nice way, of course. Honestly, you had started to wish you had given in to Penny trying to bribe you to take Home Ec with her. A fucking apron. 

“Yeah, and he’s Mrs Collins’ favourite. Now, stop interrupting me. How much do you think he charged me?” Penny pressed. The situation was beginning to feel like a bad cop style interrogation very quickly. You could sense where Penny was going - to be honest, you could read her like a children’s book. 

“You said it was gonna be like 30 bucks, right? Seems reasonable for illegal stuff.” For the ‘weed parties’, $30 was possibly even a bit too generous. Eddie could use a better business plan.

“Yep, that’s what Connor told me. But that’s not what happened.” 

Connor! That was his name. You had been so sure it was Keith for some reason. He looked like a Keith with his product-saturated hair and gym shorts that were too tight to be comfortable. It wasn’t even like he had anything to show off in the shorts. Now, Eddie, you could tell there was something stunning in his dark jeans. If only you’d had gym with him.

“Where are you going with this exactly, Pen? I’m hungry. All the good juice boxes are gonna be gone by now. You’ve stuck me with crappy orange.” You whined. The orange juice they had in the cafeteria was rancid. It was sickly sweet to the point of tasting like children’s medicine. Apple juice was the superior choice, but everyone in the school agreed on that too.

“He charged me 15 bucks! He smiled and was like, “ah, friend of a friend discount, don’t worry about it”.” Penny said in a mimicking voice, her eyebrows were almost in her hairline, and she was a few seconds away from shaking you down for information. 

“Oh.” 

Fuck. Well, now you would have to spill the beans about your wonderful little evening in the drama room. Part of you was itching to talk about it, and you knew that Penny wouldn’t be too judgemental of Eddie. However, you also wanted to keep it to yourself for a little longer. Hold the warmth of your meeting close to your chest and only have Eddie to share it with.

“Yeah. Oh. Firstly, when did you become chummy with Munson? Secondly, what did you do to get a 50% discount!?” 

“You wanna go scream it on the roof? Shut up. He came by the drama room yesterday, and we hit it off, I guess? He’s really sweet and gave me a ride home since it was dark out.” You said, leaning in close and tempted to slap a hand over Penny’s mouth because she was going to start shrieking eventually with this level of gossip.

“…Do we need to clean the room?” Penny grimaced, pulling away from you.

“Ugh! Jesus, Pen!” You swatted at her with your backpack. As if you would soil your beloved drama room. Eddie would have to, at least, take you on a date before you entertained that idea. Like a pay for your dinner and brush hair behind your ear before kissing you sort of date. The fact that that scenario had started to morph into a fantasy was mildly concerning, but it maintained a solid PG-13 rating.

“What? Excuse me for making assumptions based on fifty fucking percent!” Penny exclaimed. Thankfully the hallway was empty, but her voice still echoed off the rows of lockers. 

“We hung out, and that’s all. I swear on your hair.” You huffed. By swearing on Penny’s crazy, fiery mane of hair, she would know you were telling her the truth. You just really loved the hair. “What did you think I’d done anyway?”

“I dunno. Some girls say the other drug dealers around Hawkins asked them to flash their tits for a discount. Thought you might be going through a rebellious phase?” Penny wiggled her eyebrows. God, she really was gunning for you to let loose one day. “He is cute in, like, a funky way. His eyes are the size of my mom’s fancy dinner plates, though; it’s weird.”

You rolled your eyes at her, continuing to sort your locker, “Eddie’s not that kind of guy,” You stated firmly, “besides, you’d get too jealous if someone else got that much of my attention.” Easing the slight tension of the conversation with a little friendly jab. The “cute” comment wasn’t even going to be discussed or acknowledged. Penny huffed and slammed your locker closed once you gathered your lunch. 

The two of you continued the Eddie conversation. Penny needed to know every syllable that you and Eddie had said to each other. She needed to be able to visualise the interior of his van. Any speck of information was not a request but a necessity. As you had hoped, she wasn’t being judgemental in her pestering. Just being a concerned best friend. You had never expressed any real interest in a guy to her in the years you had been best friends - well, any guy that you knew in real life anyway. Robert Downey Jr in ‘Tuff Turf’ awakened something in you when you saw it during winter break. The movie wasn’t all that great, but you had learned that big brown eyes and endearing charm were “your thing”. An educational experience, if nothing else.

The “Eddie territory”, as Penny dubbed it, was new for everyone involved. No threats had been detected so far, but as you stressed to your friend, it had less than 24 hours. The one piece of information that you withheld was the promise of future Thursdays in the drama room. You were the unofficial Hellfire interior decorator now. 

The cafeteria was as you had expected, buzzing with life and smelled like really sad mac and cheese. Your eyes glanced towards the lunch counter and took note of the lack of juice. God damn it. You linked arms with Penny and started navigating your way towards the usual table - a mix of drama club juniors and seniors, their plus ones, and a few other “artsy fartsy” types who needed people to sit with. 

You slid into your usual seat quickly and swung Penny into hers with just a little more force than was necessary. That was for the implied flashing comment earlier. Subtle and immediate karma was a beautiful thing in your friendship. You dug into your sandwich, the chatter of the table fading to background noise in your mind. 

Your head was still unbelievably busy. Not even a turkey sandwich and tomato soup could put you fully back to normal. Penny nudged you with her elbow and pushed a zip-lock bag of pretzel pieces towards you. Like a little peace offering for her dramatics. But then she had to ruin it, “You only get five; I will count. My mom and sister eat them, too, so I can’t bring as many. Meaning you are on rations.” You were in the midst of your first real battle with emotions and hormones, and she was getting stingy with the goods. 

“Can I get the extra salty ones you don’t like?” You asked, blinking at her with your best puppy dog eyes. They were shit, but at least it guaranteed she would give in quickly just to make you stop. “Pleeeease, Penelope. Sweetest Penny-lope.”

Penny shuddered at the use of her full name and the silly nickname you used when you wanted something. It was like she was born as an 80-year-old woman and her parents just went with it. At least “Penny” was a cute nickname, very her. She turned her nose up at you and sighed, “Ugh! Fine, but if you take the kinda burnt ones, you’re not getting that Siouxie cassette back.” 

“Well then, you can kiss that Bon Jovi t-shirt you left in my room goodbye,” You threatened. Your fingers wiggled into the zip-lock bag to gather your pretzel rations as you and Penny dissolved into giggles and snorts. 

Lunch continued much the same after that. You and Penny tended to stay joined at the hip at the lunch table since drama kids were just strange. But it had always been like that. It was you and your beloved Penelope against the world. On the road to Broadway, or at least off-broadway, if you were being realistic. Lily, the club costume guru with the most impressive black springy coils you had ever seen, kept glancing over your shoulder, eventually meeting your gaze. 

You raised your eyebrows in question, mouth full of salty snacks, “Mmmm?” 

“Eddie Munson is, like, trying to stare through the back of your head,” Lily whispered, her blouse almost dipping into the cup of your thermos. 

You didn’t dare turn around. Not because you were embarrassed about people knowing the two of you were kind of friends, but because you would melt into the gross tiled floor if he waved. If the corner of his mouth so much as twitched into a smile, you’d flatline for a few seconds. Due to Lily’s observation, your heart picked up until it pulsed heat through your veins. God, this was the fucking pits.

Lily leaned in a little closer, her voice just above a whisper again, “Is he bothering you? Need me to go say something?” Lily Warren was quite possibly the sweetest girl in your entire grade. But, this was the one time you wouldn’t need her help when it was offered. Part of you wanted to go chat with Eddie, maybe make yourself known to his friends, like he was with yours. Minus the drug dealing, obviously. The distinct bark of his voice rang through the cafeteria, and several people at your table either grimaced, rolled their eyes or scowled in his general direction. It broke your heart to have the evidence that Eddie was like sunshine personified while most people around you loathed his existence. “If he messed with you, I swear to god.”

“No messing, I promise, but thanks, Lils. He came by the drama room yesterday for club stuff. Probably just let his eyes wander and remembered he knew me.” Your reply wasn’t entirely untrue. You didn’t think he had been staring a hole into the back of your skull like Lily had said; his gaze just tended to appear that way. “It’s just Eddie being Eddie.” You hummed, suppressing a smile. However, your heartfelt introspection was short-lived as Penny snorted into her can of Tab. 

-

“Eddie?” Jeff asked, nudging his friend in the rib, trying to pull his attention away from the other side of the cafeteria, “You good, man?” 

“Fabulous,” Eddie mumbled.

Eddie was off in a world of his own. He did that sometimes. It was similar to a robot powering down - his eyes glazed over, he sat straight as a rod and barely moved an inch. But this time, it was different; Eddie was deep in thought, putting all of his attention into a specific spot a few feet away from his seat. The drama club table. Jeff and Eddie had walked to the cafeteria together and were, surprisingly, the first at the table. The freshmen, Dustin and Mike, were probably still trying to get their bearings about the school or were still in that kiss-ass phase with teachers.

Jeff moved in his chair, positioning himself to try and catch a glimpse at what Eddie was honing in on. If it was a person, they could probably feel his stare like a ghost hanging on them. “Whatcha looking at the drama girls for?” There was a smugness in Jeff’s voice - Eddie didn’t appreciate the attitude, even if he was bringing it on himself.

“Glasses girl has a cool sweater. Orange and black are complimentary colours, ya know,” what a bullshit answer. He was losing his edge, and it was all your fault. You had him making up colour theory facts. Black and orange only worked together when it was Halloween - and on you, but that was beside the point. 

Before Jeff could start an entire interrogation, the rest of the Hellfire club members arrived. Gareth and Simon were in the middle of a discussion about which spells Simon’s Cleric, Rothgär would learn once he levelled up - the favourite option so far was Holy Aura, so he could blind enemies with Godly light. Dustin and Mike were trailing behind the older boys, having two conversations at once. One was about the upcoming campaign that evening, and the other was about how much of bitch their chemistry teacher was - Ms Wheaton was quite the battleaxe, Eddie could remember all too well. He and Loise went way back. 

Gareth was the first to notice the uncharacteristic silence from the head of the table. No all-mighty knowledge coming to weigh in on the spell discussion, no greeting, absolutely nothing. Just Eddie looking almost a touch flustered and focusing so hard on his lunch that he was going to burst a blood vessel in his eye. Soon, each of the Hellfire boys noticed Eddie being… not Eddie, expressions morphing into concern and curiosity.

“You guys want a picture or something? An autograph, maybe?” Eddie snapped, taking an aggressive bite of his slightly bruised apple, his face twisting at the sour taste - Granny Smiths, man, he needed to start buying the other green ones. 

“Dude, are you sick?” Gareth asked, “You’re being quiet, and it’s fucking weird.”

“Yeah, usually we can’t get a word in when we sit down,” Dustin pointed out, “you were kinda weird this morning, too, when you picked me up.” 

Eddie had been super weird that morning. In a good way. In a way that he hadn’t felt in a long time. His mind was still going a mile a minute because of that clumsy little wave you’d given him. Eddie was a fan of dramatics; anyone within a twenty-mile radius of the guy could see that, plain and simple. But, he never thought he would be in a position where he almost swooned, like some damsel NPC in his campaigns. You being friendly and talking to him like he was a person was pretty damn good, then you had to go and call him a “sweetheart”. His hands hadn’t been that clammy since the middle school talent show before he and the guys went out on stage. 

“You been looking at funky sweater gal all day, huh?” Jeff loved every second of that lunch period. 

“You’re on thin ice, Fulton,” Eddie mumbled, shooting a glare at his friend, who was still basking in his smug glory. That was when the absolute avalanche of questions started. 

“Shit, why didn’t you say, dude! Who is she? She hot?” Gareth immediately honed in on the mention of a girl. A potentially hot girl. Christ, he needed to get laid or just go on a date - something would be better than nothing. A handhold would probably do him a world of good. 

“Since when were you actually into girls around here?” That prodding comment came from Dustin. He was craning his neck in all directions, trying to scope out the women in the room. Like he knew Eddie’s type. Eddie didn’t have a type. “Nice to him” was all the type he needed. “Is there some goth or metal girl that’s new or something?” Dustin whispered to Mike, who shrugged his lanky shoulders. Eddie had slid down in his chair; teenagers were hard work. No wonder parents complained about them all the time.

Simon, the stand-up guy that he was, had decided to busy himself with eating and reading through his campaign notes, sniggering to himself when he re-read a good joke he had made last week - “every warlock requires his war key”. 

“Si?” Eddie poked at Simon’s book, “you get first rolls tonight. Your initiative is 20 from now until 10:30.” He and Simon shared a knowing smile and nodded. Always good to conduct business with him. 

“BULLSHIT!” Mike yelled. He tried to speak with a low bite to his voice, resulting in a wavering crack. Eddie used to do the same thing, thinking it made him cool, so he couldn’t judge the kid too harshly. 

“How is that fair?!” Gareth whined, eyebrows furrowing harshly. He was still trying to scope out the object of Eddie’s interest, though. That information was a teeny tiny bit more critical than Eddie’s piece of shit, made-up rules. 

“Cause I said so and because he isn’t about to go and bug every chick in here to see if I’ve breathed near her!” Eddie barked. 

He could sort of understand Gareth foaming at the mouth. Massive virgin that he was. Jeff just lived for gossip, which explained his enjoyment of the situation. But Dustin and Mike said they had girlfriends - they had no excuses. Were they both raised in a fucking barn? “Besides, there’s no fucking point in keeping it to myself now anyway.” 

Eddie was embarrassed. Eddie never got embarrassed. Especially not in front of his brethren and the underlings. It was just like in his van again, when you were being all cute and cool without even trying. 

“Knew I could wear you down. So, what’s her name? Where’d you meeeeet?” Jeff sang, resting his chin on his palms. If he started batting his long eyelashes at Eddie, he was getting kicked off his chair. 

With your identity about to be revealed, each of the boys turned to face Eddie, eyes wide with curiosity. Their depressing cafeteria macaroni cheese was going to get so soggy.

“In the orange polka dot sweater. Big glasses. She’s the prop girl for the drama club. I went to do Hellfire set up yesterday, and she was still doing drama-y stuff,” Eddie explained, gathering his friends closer so he didn’t announce anything to others in earshot. “To make a long dick short-”

“Dude, ew.” Jeff cringed. 

“To make a long dick short! We hit it off. Like really well. She made that sick prop sword I use as The Sun Strike-“

“Made it?!” Dustin, Mike and Simon gasped. The three of them were the characters putting in the most work to find the sword. Simon’s character was a cleric for the Sun goddess who blessed it, so everything worked out very nicely.

“Quit interrupting! But yeah, that’s what I said too. She handmade all of the weapon props in that one big box. How fucking cool is that?” 

“Is she cool with us using it?” Gareth muttered, a grimace worming its way onto his face. “I asked Janie in my math class for a pen, and she looked like she wanted to slap me.”

“Nah, specs is cool. Actually, she was super psyched that we named it and made it into the legendary slayer of midnight.” Eddie’s Dungeon Master voice began to creep up his vocal cords, “The bearer of brilliant fire. The almighty-“ 

There was a giggle. A little shit type of giggle. “So she’s got a nickname already?” Dustin sniggered, cutting Eddie’s dramatics short. He was having the time of his life seeing Eddie practically swooning over you. 

“Wears glasses, aka specs. Therefore, she’s “specs”. What’s the issue?”

“Nothing, nothing. Forget I said anything,” Dustin mumbled, a goofy little grin plastered across his face as he dug into his lunch. Eddie was used to all eyes being on him at the table - he thrived on the admiration and comradery that came from Hellfire. However, he was not a fan of the teasing. Sure, he would definitely be joining in if it were Jeff, who was into a girl, but this time it was him, so it made him feel flustered. It was uncomfortable being the centre of attention for a fluffy, fuzzy reason.

“Found her!” Mike whisper-yelled, shaking Gareth’s arm so he could laser focus in on you and your dotty sweater. The boys also noticed Penny, who was leaning on your shoulder with a big grin on her face. Gareth could swear he heard angels singing songs about her.

“Damn! She talked to you?” Gareth pressed. He tried to cover up a laugh since he knew Eddie would either kick him under the table or make his character’s life miserable in their session that evening.

“You’re on thin ice too now.” Eddie cursed, crossing his arms, “For your information, I also gave her a ride home. Might want to brush up on your game, Campbell.” 

“She willingly got in your shit box!?” Gareth wasn’t trying to push Eddie’s buttons, but it was almost too much fun. “Aw, she must like you.” Eddie was going to strangle the junior. However, he also wished that Gareth was right - sarcasm be damned. 

“Probably gave the poor girl a heart attack,” Jeff mumbled to Simon, trying to speak quietly under the cafeteria noise so Eddie wouldn’t blow a gasket. 

“Great to finally know what you guys think of me. Really! I’m touched.” Eddie scowled. Only a peppering of malice was in his expression; he knew everyone meant well. Plus, they were right about the van. It was well and truly a shit box. “I bare my soul to you people, and it gets thrown right in my face….” Eddie turned his attention back to his apple, which was now beginning to brown.

Dustin patted Eddie’s shoulder encouragingly. It was a sweet gesture. The teasing chatter had come to an end, but each of the guys still had a small smirk on their faces. It wasn’t every day that they were the ones able to get Eddie all riled up in that playful way that friends do. That brothers in arms do. 

“Eddie,” Dustin said with a genuine smile on his face now, “I saw a girl in that exact sweater putting a note in your locker when I went to the bathroom during History.” The sound of a chair strapping and clattering to the floor rang through the cafeteria - some cheerleaders passing by the table almost jumped out of their scrunchies.

Eddie had a general tendency to move rather sporadically and quickly. He bounced around a lot, mostly to burn off excess energy that usually struck him at around eleven every day. That being said, Eddie felt as though he was nearly breaking the sound barrier while running from the cafeteria to his locker after Dustin finished his sentence.

-

The little scrap of lined paper read, “I hope the set goes down well with your guys today. Let me know everyone’s thoughts on Thursday, please! Meet you at 3:30!” it was signed off with a small doodle of a pair of glasses. 

Eddie quickly glanced around him to make sure that the coast was clear. When it was confirmed, he started drumming his hands rapidly on his locker door. Soon, his entire body joined in on the celebration, and he was cheering through clenched teeth. No one needed to see him looking this type of ridiculous - it would ruin his long-established reputation. 

“Fuck yes, I’ve still got it!” He grinned, thrusting his fists into the air. Eddie was almost dancing his way up and down the hallway. Power sliding on his knees was actually sounding like a fantastic idea. He’d willingly take the friction burn to his kneecaps because you were meeting him on Thursday at 3:30 sharp.

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[lackadaisy-headcanon-supply-unit]

reader is adopted by zib headcanons? (but more of like an uncle then a parent if that's okay!!)

also wanted to say that all your posts are a really fun read!!!

Since I'm in a fluffy parental-figure mood now why not knock this one out too

TW for mention of stabbing and bleeding. (It's not what you think, I promise; Zib just sucks at making a stuffed animal)

Zib can hardly look after himself, let alone a kitten. But this scruffy little mongrel who couldn't be older than 5 reminded him of himself so much that he opened the door for you anyway.

Now-Zib is not a kitten guy. He's more of a young-adult guy. So picking up a kitten and declaring "this is mine now" on a semi-hungover whim probably wasn't the smartest idea that he's ever had. However one panicked call to Mitzi later (while leaving you to play with the old clarinet he gave you in a desperate attempt to keep you happy. Oh, his poor ears will never recover) and he more or less knows what he's doing.

First call is a toy. He's one step away from throwing the clarinet out the window at this point; so he grabs some clean socks, rips open a pillow for it's fluffy innards and stabs his paws bloody with shitty sewing skills to make you something that vaguely resembles a toy.

It, remarkably, works. The awful shrieks and creaking of a broken clarinet being played by a total novice has ceased. Now that he's not getting his eardrums blared out, he can think straight.

Step two is food. You need to eat. He's not giving a kitten the normal liquid breakfast, lunch and dinner. There's some bread in the fridge and the toaster still works, so he hopes to god that you're not lactose-intolerant and makes some toast with butter.

Step three...

He falters there. Mitzi had told him to call the police and tell them that he had picked up a homeless kitten, but he and the fuzz weren't exactly on good terms at the moment and he didn't have it in him to send this admittedly adorable little firecracker to an orphanage where they'll force them to clean up their act, wear cute little outfits and spend their days learning manners that nobody in the real world uses anyway. No, this kitten who's currently playfighting an amalgamation of socks wouldn't fit in. He'd be sending them off to be bullied into becoming a proper member of society.

They're not a proper member any more than he is.

Another call, this one to Ben. He's got a daughter at home, maybe he can think of something.

The phone call is essentially Zib going: "Hi, Ben, so I have a kitten now. No, they're not mine. I swear, Ben, they're not mine-no, they're not Mitzi's castoffs, either. Good god, tomcat, she pays you to-okay, yes, I know, she hasn't paid us yet. But-back to the point! I have a kitten here and my place is a mess. I just made them some toast. You have a girl-sorry, a daughter. I meant daughter! You have a daughter. Can you give me some pointers? What do you mean you've coming over-"

Turns out Ben's little girl is the same age you are. She's also a sweetheart. She brings some toys over to share, doesn't laugh at Zib's pathetic attempt at a toy for you (which is already falling apart) and offers to let you pick one or two toys of hers to keep.

Meanwhile Ben pulls Zib aside and the latter has an anxiety attack over what he's supposed to do with you. Bringing a kitten home when he can barely afford the basic necessities for himself? Is he crazy? He can't even blame this decision on drunken stupidity, he was completely sober (albeit hungover) when he brought you in. You'd have better luck with literally anyone else!

Ben gives him two choices. Either you come home with him, or he takes you to an orphanage. He might as well have punched Zib in the gut, since he had already gotten attached to you; so Ben makes a compromise: he takes you home, but Zib can visit whenever he wants to, he can take you out of the house if you agree to go and he'll bring you to the speakeasy so you'll at least see him every night. This sooths Zib enough to agree.

Ben keeps up his end of the bargain. After settling in to your second new home of the day, you're in a third new place-the Lackadaisy speakeasy. Zib is lazing at the bar when you see him but he perks up pretty quickly at your voice.

He has a shadow for the rest of the night. Every so often a cat will ask him if you're his and laugh, like the idea is ridiculous to even mention. Zib will just give them his rare cocky smile and ruffle your fur, saying "well, yeah, they are. For tonight, at least."

It becomes an inside joke between you. You'll attach to him like Velcro when he's not needed on stage and you'll be "his for the night". However as you grow up, you see him as more of a very strange equal than adult figure. You're on the same wavelength, to an extent.

Zib never thought he'd be a surrogate family figure of any kind. Now he's a little hard-pressed to imagine the Lackadaisy life without you in it. If he's lucky and it lasts long enough, maybe you'll be able to join Ivy in the crew and he'll see you every day, too.

Just please god don't grow up to be a rumrunner he sees the kind of stress that puts on Viktor whenever Ivy goes out

[thevagabondexpress]

sundial struggle

a submission for @gracetopher-week 2024 day three: teaching/learning. you can also find it on ao3 here.

"Struggling?" "Yes," Christopher admitted. "Yes, I am." He waved vaguely. "How does one break a sundial?" I took the prompt pretty loosely. Library of Alexandria AU.

Christopher frowned into the sundial. The dial itself was misaligned and it wasn't telling the time right and he had no idea how to fix it. How did one fix a sundial? Christopher wasn't prepared for this. He was a lecturer on chemistry. He was not a repairman.

"Struggling?"

Christopher spun, looking up. Grace hovered at the edge of the courtyard, draped in crisp white trimmed with dark blue, her white-gold hair bound back with dark cord. She was a gorgeous thing, a step-daughter Tatiana had brought back from the British Isles, escaped to Alexandria's Library and its attached academies when the heat turned up too high at home, with the help of a dashing young gentleman who'd never spoken to her again. Nobody else had cause to know that the man in question was Christopher's cousin, or why James had never spoken to Grace again either. James was currently on his own adventures in Caledonia with an Amazon and gods knew when he'd return.

"Yes," Christopher admitted. "Yes, I am." He waved vaguely. "How does one break a sundial?"

Grace shrugged, a fluid, confused motion. "It seems all one should have to do is pop the misaligned piece back into place."

"Yes," said Christopher, "if I could figure out how to do it without breaking something else, or worse, knocking the entire thing over."

"You need a force to push the other way," said Grace. "I'll lean against the base and you fix the dial."

"Thank you," said Christopher. "Let's try it."

Grace smiled at him and leaned against the sundial's base, bracing with her hands. Christopher took hold of the metal dial and pushed and this time he felt safe to put the proper force behind it and it snapped into place.

"There," said Grace, an exhale, stepping back in satisfaction. "And my womb didn't fall out and your fingers weren't cut off. I'll consider it a success." She propped her hands on her hips. "Just how does one break a sundial?"

Christopher buried his face in his hands. "A burning projectile may have escaped from my laboratory."

"Lugh's silver arm," Grace swore. "It's good no one was in the way."

"Lugh's silver arm?" Christopher repeated curiously.

"A Caledonian swear," said Grace. "A Caledonian god. A king in the Tribe of Danu." Her voice drifted, wistful, missing a home she might never return to.

"Would you like to go back there someday?" Christopher asked.

Grace looked over his shoulder, into nothing, into distance, into memory. She said, "I don't know. Maybe."

"I've never been that far North, or West. My mother came from there, my father from Hispania, but I was raised in Alexandria. Close to the Library. You know my Uncle teaches here."

"I am well aware."

"I always thought James was going to but he fell in love with an Amazon warrior and now he's the one haring off to Caledonia."

"Yes." Grace tilted her head. "You're aware that we were close, yes?"

"I'm aware, yes." Christopher looked at his feet. "I'm aware of everything that happened."

"And yet you still talk to me."

"Should I not? Should I not wish the opinion of one of the Library's best mathematicians?"

"I don't know." Grace took a deep breath. "I don't know. What do you wish my opinion on?"

"I don't know," said Christopher. "Many things. Perhaps we could get lunch together and I could ask you my questions. There's a place just down the street from the complex that makes excellent flatbread. I think I shall start with your thoughts about physics."

[haikyuuwaifu]

Ch.2

Genre: Humor

Warnings: Swearing, Mentioned Violence, Creepy Guy behavior

MASTERLIST

GROCERY STORE INCONVENIENCE

Suna let out a sigh as he rubbed a hand over his tired face. It was evening, and thankfully, the supermarket he was currently occupying was mostly empty. It didn’t make him feel any better at the fact that he was the one currently doing the grocery shopping, but Samu was busy working an event; and Suna was the picture of perfect boyfriend material. Grabbing a cart, Suna whistled a little ditty to himself, as he made his way over to the produce. 

The one saving grace of not having Osamu with him, was the fact that the man could do the shopping however he pleased. As much as he loved his boyfriend, he knew the chef could be an absolute stickler for proper grocery shopping protocol. Making his way through produce, Rintaro began filling his cart with the ingredients on his shopping list. 

In another part of the store,  Y/n was debating on two different packages of meat. Now that she was back home for good, she knew she needed to start grocery shopping regularly. “I usually go with the bigger cut.” A voice behind her supplied, causing the woman to startle. Turning, she was met with a creepy grin that made Y/n’s insides feel a little too murky. She gave the stranger a tight-lipped smile, and proceeded to try and carry on with her shopping. The man behind the meat counter watched on, unsure of how the situation would play out. “I haven’t seen you around here, you new in town?” The creep quipped, taking a step further into Y/n’s space. Y/n took a step away from him, one of her hands gripping her bag, and the other gripping the basket in her hand tightly. “Sir, I’m trying to do my shopping, I would appreciate it if you left me alone.” She stated, leaning away as the man leaned in. “Oh, don’t be like that cutie, I’m just being friendly.” Y/n could only roll her eyes, trying in vain not to hit him with her empty basket. “She said to fuck off asshole, what are you not understanding?” A voice behind them hissed. Y/n leaned over to see a rather tall man standing with a half full grocery cart. His posture was a bit slouchy, but Y/n could only assume it was out of sheer laziness and not a debilitating health problem. 

She would be proven correct when the mystery man stood to his full height, easily towering over the creep in front of her. “How about you fuck off and leave me and my girlfriend to our business.” The creep quipped, reaching out to grab Y/n’s hand. Y/n in turn, side stepped the man and managed to get around him and toward the tall stranger. He at least, seemed like he wasn’t going to wear her skin as a body suit. “As you can clearly see, she’s not interested.” The man quipped, giving the creep a lazy once over. “Get the hell out of here before I call the police.” The creepy guy leered, giving Y/n a smile. “Think your little boytoy can protect you forever do y-” Before the man could finish his sentence, he was on the ground. Above him, was the sight of an angry face and matching fists. Y/n let out a sigh of relief at the sight of Makki as Issei laid waste into the creep. Next to them, Kenma was on the phone calling the police. “Thank god!” Makki sighed, pulling Y/n close. “How the hell did you guys even know I was here?” Y/n sighed, leaning into her friend. Kenma had hung up by now, and the three watched as Issei continued his beating. “Your secretary said you left early to get your groceries. We wanted to see if you wanted to get dinner.” Kenma noticed the man behind  Y/n and gave him a nod. “Rintaro.” Suna gave Kenma a lazy wave as he watched Issei. 

Y/n turned and bowed lowly quietly thanking the tall stranger. “S’not a big deal sweetheart.” The man supplied, moving back toward his cart. “Let’s get together for lunch soon Kozume, I’ve got a few questions for you.” The blonde could only scoff, knowing good and well what his friend wanted to ask him. Suna watched as Y/n left, his curiosity definitely peaked.

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[chaifootsteps]

Good god, that Patreon chat. What the hell is that!! Why does she write like that!?

I remember when I first started peaking into HB/HH drama (I’d been on the fringe since it all started, just quietly enjoying eps as they came out but never really engaging - then not enjoying them as much, but still watching cuz hey whatever distracts me while eating lunch ya know?), I remember seeing bits of her Twitter feed and thinking “hm, she definitely doesn’t conduct herself very professionally… does she need to swear so much? How hard is it to have proper grammar and spelling?”

Honestly she felt like a kid to me because she writes the way someone sloppy texts even while addressing important topics and it just has me going???

So immediately I think. Yeah. I don’t respect this person. And then I hear all the other bullshit that went on and is still going on like… wow.

So yeah, sorry that Patreon thing just had me reeling again 🤦‍♀️

It's a very clear, ugly view of the person she really is, for sure. The person she's always been and probably always will be.

[wooahaes]

tea & honey

pairing: non-idol!jeonghan x gn!reader

prompt: tea [private fall prompt list]

word count: 0.6k~

warnings: food/drink mentions. jeonghan being cheeky.

daisy’s notes: anyway so here’s an actual cute fall prompt :)

If there was one thing Jeonghan knew about you, it was that you liked tea the best during autumn.

You had explained it to him once. Tea was good year-round, but this time of year had the coziest vibes. He had pointed out winter, and you shot him down: winter was the time where tea was better for keeping your ass from freezing. It was survival, Yoon Jeonghan, not just pure enjoyment. He had laughed at you softly because of how serious your face was, and couldn’t resist the urge to kiss you and call you cute. As much as he loved your passion for your hobbies and jobs, he loved it when you were fired up about smaller things like this. Like the way you liked your tea (something Jeonghan had commit to memory early into your relationship, because he liked surprising you with your favorite tea orders on dates just to see the sparkle in your eyes), or small animals in sweaters, or the proper way to cook ramyeon because you and a friend had an ongoing debate about it (noodles first or the seasoning packet, and Jeonghan would never forget the way you smacked his arm when he said it should be water first). 

Maybe that was why, on occasion, he riled you up about silly stuff like the best tea during this season.

“I still think you should stick to using honey,” he said while he was making lunch for the two of you. “It’s healthier for you than sugar.”

“Oh, bullshit, Hannie, you steal my sugar cubes all the damn time.” There was no sharp edge to your voice the way you’d bickered with him before, for real, and he could tell you almost laughed. “Don’t try to tell me it’s healthier--I just like watching the way sugar cubes melt.”

“Then use honey cubes.”

“Honey cubes aren’t real--”

“They are!” He turned to you. “Minghao uses them all the time. Pull out your phone right now and look it up.”

You mumbled something under your breath about how he was definitely bullshitting you, only to go quiet a minute later. “Hannie.”

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

“And?”

“You’re still wrong about tea.”

He laughed, and thought about how badly he wanted to kiss you and call you every sweet name he could. Words couldn’t describe how enamored he was with you, and how even a silly subject like sugar cubes and honey could bring those feelings up in full force. He watched you roll your eyes with a smile, heading over to the cabinet to get down a box of that apple cinnamon blend he knew you were fond of.

And of course, Jeonghan being Jeonghan, couldn’t let that go. “Can you get the black tea instead?”

“Hannie.”

“Minghao said it’s better for this weather and more versatile year-round,” he said. “Your tea is too sweet for a meal, too--”

“Oh my god, Jeonghan.” You knew him too well, and the laugh he let out was a clear indication he was messing with you again. “You’re impossible, I swear.”

He abandoned the food for a moment, pulling you in by the hips before planting a long kiss on your lips. “You know...”

You wrapped your arms around his neck. In a moment, you’d have to let him go, but you’d always savor his affections in the moment. “Mmhm?”

“I think your lips are sweeter,” he said. “And I’m still right on everything--”

You rolled your eyes as you let go of him, laughing because of course that was coming next. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“I am,” he turned back to the pan. “But I already knew that.”

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[fangirlstorycreator]

Terry X Reader

Context: Terry's girlfriend goes into labour!

You were 2 days away from your due date, feeling very uncomfortable with the back pains and the constant need to go to the toilet. You were sat on the sofa, and Terry was making you both some lunch. "Lunch is ready sweetheart" he says as he approaches you. "Oh thank you babe, that's kind of you- oh!" You feel a big twinge. "Are you alright sweetheart? What's wrong?" Terry is instantly sat by your side. Ever since your pregnancy started, Terry has always done everything he can to help you and support you. Especially now, as you were due in two days "yes babe I'm alright, just a twinge that's all" "do I need to call the hospital?" "No no it's alright Terry, it was probably just a braxton hick or something" he still looks concerned for you. "Well... as long as your sure. Alright, let me help you up. Lunch is on the table" he takes you by one hand, while his other is on your back, helping you up. However... as soon as you stand up, another twinge happens, but this time it's much bigger "hhsss agghh!" "Sweetheart! Are you alright?!" You look at Terry, then to the floor. And see a wet puddle. "Terry...I think my water just broke" Terry's face cant make up its mind. It's a mixture of excitement, concern and a little panick. "Oh my God your waters broke, ok ok uhh... the hospital bag! That's waiting by the door, the hospital is a 5 minute drive from hear and...." he just looks at you, with tears of joy starting to form. "Oh my God were having a baby, our baby is coming!" He gives you a kiss just before another contraction hits. "Aaahh! Terry I know there is much excitement but we need to go, like now!" He takes you by the arm and helps you into the car, along with the car seat and the hospital bag. Before you know it, your arriving at the hospital.

Your labour is going very quickly, by the time your in your room, your already 8 centimetres dilated. Terry is with you, holding your hand and giving you back rubs, and loving support. "Your doing so well sweetheart, were nearly there" despite you shouting and swearing through each contraction, all Terry can do is smile at you. He doesn't mind what you do or say, he just knows your about to be a proper family. "Right miss L/N, I have checked you and you are now fully dilated, let's get you into a better position please, it's time to push" the midwife and Terry help you onto your back and sitting up against the bed. Your flustered and in a lot of pain "Terry, Terry babe, I cant do this" you say nervously squeezing his hand "sweetheart you can do anything, I love you, and you are so much stronger that you realise" the midwife looks up at you. "Right, I need you to give me a push, ready" you squeeze Terry's hand so hard you think it will break, but thankfully it doesn't, and you give an almighty push! "Nnnngghh aaagghhh!" "That's perfect miss L/N l, the head is out, one last push and your baby is hear" with the last of your strength, you give the biggest push you can give "aaahhh!" And just like that, your baby is hear, and the sound of a baby's crying is now the only sound in the room. A very healthy set of lungs on them too. You never thought that sound would be so amazing to hear, and Terry next to you is in tears. "You did it sweetheart! You did it! Were parents" the nurse wraps up the baby and brings it to both of you. "Congratulations mr Silver and miss L/N, you have a healthy baby girl" she hands the baby to me, and I see for the first time, our baby girl. "Oh Terry, shes beautiful" "Terry kisses you on the forehead, and rests a hand on the baby. "Shes perfect, just like her mum" you smile to him and give him a sweet kiss. You turn slightly and hand your newborn daughter to Terry. At first he look quite scared to hold her, but as soon as she is in his arms, he looks like he never wants to let go. "Oh, hello my beautiful princess, welcome to the world" her eyes open at him, and she grabs onto Terry's finger. He looks at her with so much love, and tears fill his eyes. You were now a family. You, Terry and your baby girl.

[yoohoo1724]

5/22/23

Breakfast - 70cals

Strawberries, Blackberries, and Raspberries

Lunch - 560cals

2 Mcdonalds Hashbrowns

One Mcdonalds Sausage Burrito

Dinner - 0cals

Water

Total: 630 cals

Today went pretty okay. My parents made me eat McDonald's food with them after my dad's surgery and they wouldn't take no for an answer. But that was at about 9am and I haven't eaten since. I plan on fasting until at least 6pm tomorrow. That'll give me about a 32 hour fast. If I can make it without eating dinner tomorrow as well I will. I think it's very possible. Then I can get to up to at least a 55 hour fast which would be great.

In the morning when I get off of work I'm going to go to the store to get things to eat for the next few weeks until I move out since my mom only makes very unhealthy foods. I'm going to get fish, salads, fruit, avocado, and some diet coke or Gatorade zero. I don't know really what else to get, most foods make me panic anymore.

I'm HOPEFULLY going to finally see my therapist tomorrow as well after 3 weeks. I swear to god if she cancels on me again I'm giving up all hopes of getting better from anything. One thing I haven't shared yet is I have both ADHD and scizoaffective disorder, so without frequent therapy and proper medications I go kinda insane. However I've already decided I don't want to go through the process of getting a different therapist. I've had the same one for 3 years and there's still a lot I have yet to go through with her. I cannot imagine having to do it all over again. And if I stop seeing my therapist I can no longer get my medications prescribed to me. Last time I went off them all I ended up in the psych ward for a month. So it's all a big shit show really.

I start summer classes June 5th. I'm mostly taking them so that way I have another distraction from food. Plus it will help me easily get 4 classes out of the way. Instead of having to spend 4 months on them each it will only be a month and a half which I prefer going fast pace. It's so much easier to do things when I'm rushed and have a strict time-line. I'm studying to be a social worker and I'm hoping that by this time next year I will have my SWA license, my associates degree, and only be a year away from my bachelors. I'm hoping my mental status doesn't fuck it up.