#(the get down was a long ass time ago but that cancellation ripped my fucking heart out and i never trusted netflix again)

[memesandmylife]

it really is insane to me how in the mid 2010s netflix had a reputation of making cool, inclusive series as well as saving tv shows after their networks cancelled them, and now here we are today with every halfway decent netflix original show getting cancelled after 1-2 seasons and a bajillion episodes of bigmouth

[sillytaetime]

Long story: Just A Spark ~ J.Jk

Desc:// Your very first boyfriend, first kiss, the one who took your virginity. You thought it was more... apparently not. After all, it was just a spark. Not a flame.

Pairings:// 14y/o!Jungkook × 13y/o!Reader

Warnings:// Suggestive smut (no detail); mentions of V and Jimin; Loss of virginity; Dating; afab reader; Let me know if I left anything out!!

Note: yes, I know 13 and 14 is young to be having sex, but I remember when I was 13, I heard people having sex in the bathroom at school so I went with it. In no way am I trying to sexualize a minor, JK is a grown ass adult. Don't take this the wrong way, please!

WC://~713

Long Story~ 97 Liners

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Jungkook and I started dating about 8 months ago. These last 8 months have been amazing. We go for long walks through the park, we watch movies while cuddling, we walk to our classes together at school, we make out on my bed. It's perfect. I wouldn't have wanted to so these last 8 months with anyone else.

There's only one thing missing. Sex. I can't count the amount of times I've touched myself to the workout pics Kookie sends me. This feeling I have towards him is only new. Maybe a month? I crave for him.

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Today, Jungkooks coming over to watch movies with me. It'll just be us in the house so I'm setting up the living room for us. My parents are on a weekend trip to Austrailia for work.

I hear a knock on the front door. There he is, with the biggest bunny smile in the world.

"Bunny!!" I fling my arms around his neck and connect my lips to his in a passionate kiss. "I missed you!" "I missed you too baby." He smiles down at me. I notice the bags in his hands and I take one of them, welcoming him inside. "You can place the stuff on the coffee table. We'll be watching the movie in the living room." "Alright."

We decided to watch 365 days. Im sitting comfortably in Jungkooks lap as we watch and eat snacks.. About an hour into the movie, a sex scene comes up and I feel him shift a little.

"Are you ok?" "Y-yeah. I'm great." We go back to watching the movie and about 5 minutes later, I feel something poking the back of my leg. My body stiffens and Jungkook mutters "I'm sorry..."

That's the moment I realize what the poking was. I feel a pool of arousal in my panties. I shift onto his lap so that my heat is right over his clothed boner. His hand goes to my hip as I grind down a little.

"Y/n..." I act as if I have no idea what I'm doing and soon, I hear him moan lightly.

"Fuck~" I turn around and straddle him. I slam my lips on his in a heated make out session.

I don't remember it all happening because it happened so fast, but soon, we were in nothing but our underwear. He laid me down on the couch and hovered over me.

"Y/n do you have a condom?" "Just fuck me raw. I'm too impatient." He pulls down his boxers and rips off my panties, slowly slipping into my hole.

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Soon after we both finished, I hear a car pull into the drive way. "Jungkook, my parents are home!" We scramble to get our clothes, Jungkook runs to the bathroom and I straighten up the couch.

The front door opens and my parents walk in. "Hey mom, hey dad. You're home early!" "When we got to the airport, our flight got canceled so we canceled our entire trip! Where's Jungkook? Has he left?" "I'm here!" My parents greet him and head upstairs to unpack. "That was close." Jungkook says as he plops down on the couch next to me. I cuddle into him. "I love you, Kookie." "I love you too, babe."

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Two months later, I got a text from Jungkook asking if we can meet at the park. I said yeah and headed towards the park. When I get there, I see him sitting on a bench so I head over and wrap my arms around his neck. "Hey baby!" "Hey y/n..." Oh no he never uses my first name... "What's wrong, bunny?" "Listen y/n..." I look at him worriedly. "I think we need to break up." "What?" I start to tear up. "Why are you doing this?" "It's what's best." "You don't love me anymore?" "I do... but my parents don't want us to be together anymore. They think you're too clingy. I'll always love you, y/n. I'll wear this everyday until we meet again." He pulls out the necklace I gave him with my initial on it. With that, he leaves.

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I loved him. So much. The day he left me, I was broken. I thought I'd never find love again... but if he left so easily... I guess we were nothing but just a spark.

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

The Pack: Heated Petals

Summary- 2.7k Alpha Steve x Little One Reader. Steve is finishing up a project and was planning on taking you out but things get side tracked and turns out you two are not leaving for a while. 

Warnings- Smut, Female receiving Oral. 18+ readers only please. 

Written for @imanuglywombat​ “Is that even a sex position” weekly challenge. Divider made by @firefly-graphics​

“Weekend plans?” Sam asked Steve while they waited for the logs to be unloaded from the back of the truck to be sent into the mill to be filed down and then Steve could arrange to have them shipped out to buyers. It had been a busy week, both the Alpha and Steve feeling like they neglected you in that time. Early days and late nights had him giving you a chaste kiss while out the door and quick bouts of sex late in the night before you curled up to him to sleep. 

No, he had to make it right. “I’m thinking about a weekend away, take Little One to a nice dinner, maybe go into the city and get a suite for us for the weekend.” Steve checked the time, anxious to get finished so he could do just that, he never was able to take you out on a date or a trip anywhere just for the two of you. “Peak foliage season right now, I think she would enjoy all of it.” The Alpha agreed with Steve, thumps of his tail marking his approval. 

“Sounds good, Sara is gonna catch a hint of that and be wanting to do the same.” Sam grinned while the last log got unloaded. “Think I might just steal your idea.” 

Steve dug for his keys now that they could head back. “Do it Man, I'm not one to stand in the way of love.” Sam rolled his eyes at the Pack Leader, Steve flashing him a grin as he hauled himself back into the truck. 

You woke up knowing what was going to happen. Your thighs kept clenching together for the relieving pressure it would put on your pussy that started to ache. Not even playing with yourself in the shower had helped relieve it till Steve could get home. Growling in the hot water as you leaned your forehead against the coolness of the shower tile, willing yourself to just calm down. Your Alpha would be home soon. 

The Little Wolf whimpered, her ears flattening against her skull in discomfort. <Call him maybe?> 

I can’t, it's still early and he has been busting his ass to get this last order done. He's stressed out enough as it is. You countered with the Little Wolf, who although miserable with want, agreed that you were right. 

You both were stronger then the heat, you could get through today. 

Just as a precaution, you messaged Sara cancelling your typical coffee date. She didn't ask why, it was thankfully an unspoken understanding between shifters what was going on. Then you paced, back and forth through the cabin, out onto the deck and down to the dock, trying to let the cool fall air ease you to relax. 

If anything it all made you more on edge. Your gut clenching, and your thighs sticky while your pussy throbbed with what felt like every beat of your heart. Throb Throb Throb. 

You clenched your fists and pressed them against the top of your quivering thighs, whispering out “Son of a bitch.” To the only thing around you, the still lake water that seemed so calm, the complete opposite to the Little Wolf crying for her mate inside. 

He will be home soon, I know it. It's Friday. He always cuts the crew loose on Friday. You reasoned, probably more for your sanity then anything, but you could feel the Little Wolf try to settle down with that knowledge. It was then you heard the heavy machinery of the crew's gear rambling down the dirt road leading to the compound and you turned on your toes, head tilted listening for one in particular. The one Steve always took up the mountain. 

The distinct rattle of exhaust sounded and you broke into a sprint back along the dock and up the stairs. Buzzing through the house, you sprang onto the porch, tilting your nose up to inhale deeply, searching for him. Tangles of scents hit you. 

Motor Oil, the trees lining the compound, the cool musty lake, other pack members. None of them were your Alphas heavy calming scent of pine forest and iron, a soothing balm to your soul as well as gasoline to the embers of your hormones driving you mad. 

But it didn't take long for you to locate it, swarming your senses to cloud your mind of rational thought. Steve was in the garage, with a few other stragglers. He always stayed behind to make sure the equipment was put away correctly, a man was only able to work as good as the tools provided for him. 

You skipped down the steps and sprinted again, right now you needed one thing and one thing only. You needed Steve.

Steve was just wiping his hands on a rag, biding the others a good weekend when his back stiffened. It was so distinct, the flooding of honeysuckle that had long ago became a pleasure scent for him, the one that was all you. Steve wasn't the only one to sense it, the other shifters still in the garage pausing to look warily back at the Alpha. Steve’s hair on the back of his neck stood on end, and the Alpha immediately raised from his slumber in the back of his mind. The Wolf’s hackles raised seeing so many between him and the Little One, his Little One who was just in heat and it made Steve’s mouth water and cock ache just catching the faintest whiff of you. But you were growing stronger, just outside of the garage door, and the Wolf started pressing for control of Steve, ready to rip through his lingering pack mates to get to you. Steve did what he could to keep the beast in control. “Get out” He growled deeply, challenging any to oppose him. 

Then you stepped in the doorway and that growl in Steve’s chest turned more threatening, short of a snarl. “Little One, come over here.” Demanded while his nostrils kept flaring, scenting you and you pushed through the packmates who were making a hasty retreat. It was dangerous to get between an Alpha and his mate in heat. Steve never broke eye contact with you, using you making your way towards him as his lifeline to keep in control. The Alpha visibly started shaking in restraint when you would accidentally brush against another on your way to him. The moment you reached him, the garage door slammed shut to the pair, leaving them alone. 

Steve immediately circled your waist with his hands and picked you up to perch on a nearby pickup truck's hood. Pressing his face into the top of your thighs, pressing in against the juncture of them, inhaling the addictive scent that had turned him completely feral in the moment. 

Your fingers pressed into his hair and pressed him in closer as he inhaled against your heat, your hips rolling into his face with a whine. “I really need you Alpha.” 

He bit the top of your thigh lightly before moving back to start working your pants open while you leaned back on your elbows, tilting your head back to try and breath through the next wave of arousal scorching you now that your Mate was close. Your panties and jeans were starting to stick to your skin, and felt so constricting. Your legs kicked out as he started to pull them down. 

“Fuck Little One, why didn’t you call me to come home? There was no need for you to suffer like this.” He growled in a reprimand as he tugged your pants off and you lifted your head guilty while his hands braced along the inside of your thighs and spread them apart to groan at the sight of slick covered petals, swollen in need for him. His cock so fucking hard in his jeans, raging with desire to sink into your heat and knot you while filling you full of cum. But this wasn’t about him. 

You rocked a bit under his gaze, which Steve didn't try to hide the fact that he was staring right in your most intimate spot that was weeping for him, ready to feel your Alpha claim you in every which way. “Because I didn't want to bother you while you were so busy.” 

His eyes snapped up and he stepped in closer, his fingers digging into your thighs. “I thought we went over this, when you go into heat, you're my focus. Fuck everything else.” Harsh kisses started at your ankle and moved up as he lifted a leg to lope over his shoulder, his tongue dragging through the slick on your inner most part of your thigh, but he yet didn't touch your sensitive folds and that made you whine sharply in protest at how he bypassed it. 

“We did-” You panted as your heel pressed into his upper shoulder blade, the cool air washing over your heated core making you shiver. Steve repeated the action with kissing your ankle and then biting in your calf sharp enough to leave his teeth imprint, cutting you off. 

“Next time Little One, you won’t wait, correct?” Dragging his tongue back up your inner thigh and resting his chin against the top of your mound, arched brows waiting for you to confirm. 

The Little Wolf huffed in frustration at you holding out from answering him right away, snapping at you while Steve nudged his nose through the tufts of pubic hair, also holding out on you till you growled out. 

“Yes Alpha, Yes. Please now?” You lifted your hips to have him touch you where you most wanted and strong hands were quick to grasp your ass cheeks, keeping you raised up near his mouth. “Even the Little Wolf is scolding me now.” You huffed and he chuckled as now he let the tip of his nose follow your slit, dragging your scent in like he could drown himself in it. 

“Cause she has common sense.” He teased, when he buried his mouth into your folds, dragging through the slick folds and sucking those sensitive petals into his mouth. You tensed at the sensation of Steve feasting on you. He never was subtle about how much he enjoyed you sprawled open like this for him. Groans and growls following thick hard laps of his tongue, pressing his face harder into sensitive flesh till you swore he imprinted himself into you. 

Slick mess coated his chin as he spread your petals apart to your weeping channel tightening with the sensations of the tip of his tongue tracing tight circles around, dipping into tease the walls before leaving you wanting more while he turned attention to your clit. 

Your sensitive little clit that he tugged between teeth that made you squeal and try to rock into him, scratching a bit at the truck's hood with a screech through the old paint job. “Steve! Fuck Alpha.” You yelped at him and he shook his head to stimulate you more while glancing up at you heatedly. 

“This pussy is mine Little One, I'm going to enjoy my meal.” He sucked the top of your mound into his mouth, his tongue putting pressure against your swollen bud till you were rocking to grind into his face, his hands helping you move back and forth. Now you gushed around him, coats of arousal catching in his beard, glistening while he rubbed his chin against your thigh with a scratchy brush against soft skin, turning it red. Rubbing his scent into you as well as marking you. 

Plump handfuls of your flesh in his hands made him strengthen his grasp on you, digging in harshly while you tried to make your own rocky demands. It would be some time till those fingertip bruises left your flesh, just as his sharp bites to your inner thighs or the beard burn your folds were taking. He was heady with intoxication on your honeysuckle arousal. Warm and enticing, he could keep buried in your pussy just because you were so good to him, slurping up your addicting juices with demanding lips and tongue, your quivering flesh captured in his teeth and he suckled on you. Loud growls overtook the wet sound of him feasting on your pussy, and in no time you started thrashing in your orgasm, bangs of your body on the unforgiving metal of the truck hood. 

He lifted for air, your body heaving as you tried to catch air and your head tilted back while you let the satisfaction of your orgasm wash over you for a few moments of relief with that first orgasm. Steve massaged his hands against your ass while your trembling thighs fell off his shoulders to drape over the edge of the hood. He pulled you open for him once more and the cold air once more made your sweat streaked body goosebump. Steve eased your hips to rest on the edge of the pickups hood, you let your sticky back rest down, running your hands up and down your still clenching body, riding out the last of your orgasm as you heard a zipper drop and buckle open. 

Closing your eyes while you hummed happily, you could already feel the coil spiral in your lower belly, but knowing your Alpha was just about to knot you kept you from getting too impatient. Steve leaned over you while grasping your hips to pull you to the edge. Your legs wrapped around his hips while you reached up to grasp his biceps, to pull yourself up to sit. 

“Mmhh, hold on Little One.” Steve warned before pressing his erection into you. There was no easing in, stretching you open, he just forced himself hilt deep and you revealed in the way it burned with a hiss escaping you, his ruts deep and demanding while you did just as he told you. Digging into his straining biceps and tightening around his hips that rocked upwards to continue railing you, ready to knot your weeping pussy when you came for him again. 

It wouldn't be long, so sensitive after he ate you out. Your head dropped to his shoulders while he grunted against your ear, bouncing you off him and the truck's hood while he pulled you up and down his cock. 

“So fucking good Little One.” He bit your neck sharply while mummering the words, muffling his noises while he angled himself. Reaching between your bodies, he thrummed your clit expertly, causing your flutters to start clenching his pounding cock, until you shuddered around him, coming again while giving a cry into his shoulder, loosening your hold a bit tiredly and letting your body just go slack. But he didn't let you sink back, he crushed you tighter to his chest, his thrusts staggering with utmost goal in mind and when he painted your channel for the first time, the knot followed to keep his seed deep in you, small thrusts pushing him deeper till he stalled with a moan, licking where he bit you harshly to clean any blood dotting the mark before pulling back. His hold loosens a bit to rub up and down your back.

You to lift your head, purring while you pressed your lips to his, nuzzling your nose against his before brushing your face against his in a affectionate way, your hands sliding from where you grasped his biceps to smooth along his chest, lifting and lowering under his palm where he was breathing heavily. 

“Can I ride you next?” You asked heatedly, your mind still lust filled with desire to have him fill you with his seed again. Rubbing your body against his while moaning at the way his knot kept you stretched and stuffed with him. “We could probably sneak back home now.” 

Steve growled, placing nipping kisses along your face and then sucking on your neck. “Why do we have to go back home? Little One, that is exactly what truck beds are made for.” Circling his arms under your thighs and ass, he lifted you off the hood while you were still full of him, making you squeak in shock at the movement and tightening your legs around his waist to keep you in place while he carried you around to the back, making you giggle excitedly as he set you down on the edge, easing from you now that his knot loosened. You moved to crawl into the truck bed, him following along right behind you with grabbing hands and flipped to his back, pulling your thighs to straddle him. Instead of easing you down though, Steve pulled you up towards his face, licking his lips. 

“But you can only ride my cock after your ride my face Little One.” 

[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

Caught out

I wrote this cheeky little one AGES ago for @detective-giggles​

Warnings: fluff, usual SVU, drity talk and not my gif.

Enjoy x

Rafael-8.45am: My bed sheets smell like you Detective.

Y/N- 8.50am: Are you complaining about that Consoler? Didn’t seem to worry you last night.

Rafael- 8.55am: Don’t be a tease Y/N. Just walking into court. Have a good day. I’ am looking forward to tonight.

Y/N- 8.57am: Have a good day Rafi, Can’t wait for tonight x

“Who are you talking to, to be smiling like that?” Amanda said to you as you walked into the bull pen.

“No one” you smiled over at her.

“Yeah right” Nick shot at you “Who’s the lucky guy?” he said with a smirk.

“I don’t need to tell you guys everything and remember I need to leave on time today” you looked between Nick and Amanda.

You just done the finishing touches of your make up when the buzzer went off. You walked to your hall way and pressed the camera button to see Rafael and buzzed him in.

You and Rafael had been seeing each other for about two months. Only Nick knew because he walked in on you and Rafael kissing in his office. You guys had gone to pick up a warrant. Nick said he would wait in the car. After a while you still weren’t back, so he took it upon himself to find out what was taking so long, walking in with you sitting on Rafael’s desk, him between your legs kissing deeply, hands all over each other. He promised to keep it to himself, after all, you had covered for him more than he could count while he ran around with Amanda behind everyone’s back.

You swung your apartment door open to Rafael in a black tux and black bow tie, hair in place perfectly and smelling divine. Just looking amazingly handsome. You felt your panties dampen just at the sight of him. He very much had the same reaction when he set eyes on you. Trying to ignore the slight twitch behind his zipper when he saw you in your maroon lace off the shoulders short skater dress that sat just above mid-thigh.  

A theatre show had come to town and to your surprise it was something Rafael wanted to see as well. So you guys decided to buy tickets. Rafael was lucky enough to get some good seats on opening night.

You and Rafael were standing in the lobby of the theatre waiting for the doors to open. Rafael had his arm around your waist and you were looking at your program you had both gotten. He was whispering in your ear what he wanted to do to you when you got back to your apartment,

“I can’t wait to make you come with my tongue, make you scream my name. Then I’ am going to rip this dress off and fuck you so hard you can’t walk tomorrow.”

You didn’t get a chance to answer back before his phone started to ring. You both looked at his phone screen when he pulled it out of his pocket, it was Sonny,

“I better take this” he kissed you on the cheek and stepped away slightly. You loved how Rafael could switch from dirty Rafi to ADA Barba just like that. Just as he stepped away, your phone started to ring, it was Nick

“Hey Nicky what’s up?”

“Y/N, You need to come in, a case came in. Sorry you’re going to miss your show. Make sure you and Barba come separate” and he hung up.

You were putting your phone back in your clutch when Rafael walked back over to you.

“Did you get a call to Y/N?”

“Yeah I did. I’ll get a taxi first, you wait 5 minutes and get one” he nodded at you and grabbed your hand to led you outside.

“I’ am sorry, I know you were looking forward to the show” he squeezed your hand “I’ll will get us more tickets, it should be showing for a while” and he hailed down a cab.  “I’ll meet you back at yours when we’re done?” you nodded with small smile on your face and stepped closer to him, Rafael wrapping his arms around your waist, yours around his neck.

“We can’t have all the plans cancelled in one night. I’ am sure you want to see what’s under this dress when you rip it off” You winked at him kissing him lightly on the lips before you got into the cab.

You walked into the bull pen to Nick, who got up off his chair walking over to you as soon as he saw you,

“Where’s Barba?” he asked just over a whisper as you walked to your desk placing down your clutch and the show program next to it.

“He should be here soon. I told him to wait 5 minutes and get a cab” Nick nodded at you.

“Go and make a coffee, it’s going to be a long night” he frowned at you.

You walked over to the coffee station and made a coffee. As you spun back around to walk back to your desk and you seen Sonny looking at your program,

“Sorry we made you miss the show Y/N.” he said with a slight smile.

“That’s ok Sonny, I’ll get there another night to see it” You smiled at him.

Nick and Sonny had gone into the integration room while you looked up the perp to see if he had any previous history. When you came across his file you gasped and picked up your phone calling Rafael straight away,

“Hermosa, I’ am 5 minutes away traffic is a nightmare, what’s wrong?”

“The perp is Jerome Jones, Sonny and Nick are questioning him now”

“Get them out of there now, I’ll call Liv. I’ll be there soon” and he hung up.

You jumped up off your chair and rushed into Fin with the printed copy of Jones’s file. You walked to Fin and handed it to him, then knocked on the door of the interrogation room and walked in to Sonny and Nick both turning to look at you frowning,

“Sorry to interrupt Detectives, but may I see you both outside for a minute” You said looking between them both

“Not right now” Sonny shot back at you.

“That wasn’t a request” You snapped, frowning back at them both as they walked towards the door.

“What the hell Y/N?” Nick all but yelled at you as he closed the door, putting his hands on his hips.

“Don’t take that tone with me Nick. Barba told me to get you guys out of there” you glared at him.

“Why?” Sonny had a confused look on his face.

Fin was filling them in with all the details when Rafael came walking around the corner and joined you guys, telling you all that he had spoken to Liv and that Jones was to be sent home. As Rafael was talking, you noticed Sonny looking at the program in Rafael’s hand and then looked over at you and it was like a light bulb switched on. Sonny cut Rafael off mid-sentence,

“Y/N were you at the show with Barba?” You went bright red and Rafael frowned at him.

“Carisi, doesn’t Fordham teach that it’s rude to interrupt?” Rafael shot back at him.

“Don’t change the subject Counselor” Sonny smirked at him.

“It’s none of your business” You snapped at him.  

“Come on Y/N, if you didn’t want anyone to find out, you should have told Barba to hide the program”

“Enough Carisi” Nick said firmly.

“Of course you knew. Was I the only one that didn’t?” Sonny looked between everyone.

You rolled your eyes and walked into the interrogation room.

“Mr Jones, you’re free to go. I’ am so sorry about the confusion” You smiled as the man stood up giving you a small smile and walked out to leave.

As you made your way back out to the bull pen you noticed Rafael was gone, Sonny, Nick and Fin sitting at their desks.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Sonny questioned you.

“She doesn’t need to tell you everything Carisi. I’ am just glad it’s not one of you two. That’s too much paper work” Fin winked at you.

“I only found out by accident” Nick lent back in his chair.

“That’s enough. Yes I’am with Rafael and no I didn’t tell you guys because of this. Nick only found out because he walked into Rafael’s office seeing us kissing. Yes I was with him tonight at a show that I really wanted to see, but because you two didn’t do a quick background check before calling us we had to leave and now I’ am here explaining myself to the biggest pains in asses in my life. You’re lucky I love you guys. Now if you don’t mind I’ am going home to my boyfriend to continue the plans we had for the rest of the night”  

As you spun on your heels to walk out, you faced Liv, Amanda and Rafael. Liv and Amanda were smiling at you and Rafael didn’t know where to look and went bright red again.

“See I told you something was going on” Amanda looked at Liv smiling wider.

“You didn’t need to tell me Rollins, I knew” Liv smirked back at Amanda.

“What? How?” Rafael looked at Liv.

“I was putting paper work on Y/N desk when she was in the break room last week, and you messaged her with dinner plans” Liv winked at you.

“Lucky it was dinner plans and not a dick pic or something” Sonny made everyone laugh, including Rafael, you tried your hardest to keep a straight face.

“Ok great, now you all know” you rolled your eyes with a slight smile walking over to Rafael grabbing his hand “Do you mind if I take my boyfriend home now?”

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[ayellowcurtain]

I can be your lover

Part 5

6 months later

Robbe bites the corner of his bottom lip while staring down, pulling the skin of his thumb until it hurts, ripping it off, brushing the dead skin to the ground carelessly. He grew used to just sitting here and being watched, it doesn’t bother him anymore, not too much at least.

He doesn’t know what to say. He’s been coming to therapy every week in hopes it would help him figure himself out but he feels the worst he’s ever felt.

“I feel useless.” Robbe answers the question that he didn’t get today yet. It’s always the first one so he decided to spare them the trouble. He looks through his eyelashes, finding his therapist staring at him in disapproval of using words such as useless to describe himself.

“I feel like everything is out of my control so there’s no point in trying, really.”

There’s a long silence, a slow breath out and Robbe sighs, relaxing on his chair, meeting his doctor’s eyes, finally even if he doesn’t feel completely comfortable doing so. He feels uneasy, exposed and it bothers him to have to deal with it.

“What happened?” Robbe looks at the notepad on her lap, all his stupid insecurities and mental problems probably written down for anyone to read if given the chance.

“Me and Sander had a fight.” It was the worst fight ever, with them talking over each other and loudly. Robbe loves Sander the same but it feels like it’s really the end this time. They can’t go on like this anymore, Robbe is really at the edge. “I don’t want to do this anymore but I still love him so it’s just...fucked up.”

He does some of the breathing exercises he grew used to doing in the past few months like she suggests he to do often when he’s feeling like this but he knows it won’t help this time, he’s too deep inside his head to let the anger and frustration go every time he breathes out, pretending he’s also letting go of the negative thoughts about himself. He should have cancelled this session because it’s not working, not even talking about it makes him change his mind, see things differently.

He should have stayed home and studied for his finals, it would be a better use of his time. She gives him a notepad and a pencil to do whatever he wants with it: write, draw, scribble. She doesn’t say that but it’s obviously her way to keep him from pulling more skin off his fingers. It’s already a little too late, most of his fingers are burning already but he tries to keep his hands busy anyway, drawing random shapes and lines.

Robbe puts his pencil down when there’s no more room in the page to draw.

“I need to walk away. It’s for the best for both of us. I’ll block him everywhere so I can’t see things and I’ll just let him be while he’s away. And if he ever comes back, maybe we’ll talk if he also feels like it.”

“I think you should calm down, think about it for a few days and not make a one way decision when there are two people involved.” Robbe looks at her and gives back the notepad, “I think he would like you to hear what he has to say about your decision. You two have been in an intimate relationship for a while. Not just romantically but as very close friends.”

Robbe shakes his head, putting his hands inside his pockets, closing his fingers around his thumb until it hurts, “I can’t talk to him or I’ll change my mind.”

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12 months later

Robbe drops his keys on the little bench he bought to put right next to his door, the exact same layout as it was when he lived with Zoe and Milan (and then Senne. And Sander.). It was another long day of college and work, the last one of an endless week. He turns the lights on and takes his shoes off, kicking them under the bench. Tomorrow he will clean and organize properly. For now, he’ll leave everything as it is. The good side of living alone. The rest sucks but Robbe will never tell anyone about feeling like that. He never thought he was the type to need people around him every day, all day until he had to come home to an empty apartment every night.

It doesn’t happen that often, especially on the weekends, considering his friends are all over the city these days but it happens too often for Robbe’s liking. Zoe and Milan are out of town together, Senne offered to keep him company but they would be two grumpy and tired men so it would be useless. Jens is out of town too, Aaron and Amber are not an option - Robbe can’t have a disgustingly in love couple around anymore - and Moyo is with Britt and Noor. It’s good to be alone sometimes, he tries to convince himself as he reaches the kitchen, opening the fridge. Nothing other than the beers at the bottom excites him so ordering something for dinner it is. Robbe is starving so he makes a very quick search of his phone and decides for the italian restaurant that promises to deliver his food in less than half an hour.

Robbe opens his first beer of the night and throws himself on his couch, looking around, feeling like it’s a new place all of a sudden. Sometimes it hits him that he has his own place now. And that he’s alone. Therapy has been helpful and he can tell the difference when he’s about to have some pretty bad days in the worst possible mood and when his reality is just underwhelming in his eyes and he’ll get over it soon enough. He never thought this would be his life. It’s not a bad one but it’s not what he had planned.

He forces himself to get up once he manages to change his mindset and he takes his clothes off, leaving it on the living room so it’s closer to the laundry machine once he’s clean. He turns some music on and puts it to play all over the apartment, putting his phone down, singing along to Bowie as he shaves the scruff that was starting to get out of hand on his face, he takes a quick shower and while he’s putting his clothes to wash, his food gets home.

Robbe rushes down to grab it and thanks the delivery boy, rushing back inside, lighting some candles just because they’re there, getting dusty and old. He never bothered to buy a dinning table because there’s a small island right there. He sits on the stool and eats, staring at his food and the candle in front of them. His instagram isn’t as updated as it used to.

A long time ago Robbe decided to give himself more time offline, focusing on college and his internship and he’s been good at keeping that mindset most of the time, afraid to spend too many hours per day online, looking for what he’s still having to choose, day in and day out, to keep his distance from so he doesn’t hurt Sander even more.

But he doesn’t care as much tonight, so he takes a picture of his dinner for one and the sad candle in front of him and posts it to his stories, locking his phone instantly, putting it down to eat in peace.

He keeps glancing at it, careful like it could burn if he dared to grab his phone and check. It would be a lie if he said he doesn’t miss Sander but he has learned to live with it. Long distance wasn’t going to work. Robbe is happy for the ones that can jump out of their comfort zone but he can’t and he’s okay with it by now, after months and months of therapy. The only thing he can do is not drag other people into living life this way too if they don’t feel like it.

Sander is happy somewhere else and Robbe is happy that he’s happy. Easy as that.

He eats his food and washes the dishes he left this morning right after or else he would get too tired to do it before going to bed and he doesn’t feel like waking up to a sink full of dirty dishes. He washes his clothes and folds them once they’re dry and warm out of the drier. Plays some video games, and finally crashes into his bed, searching for some comfort movie to watch as he falls asleep. He doesn’t last half an hour watching it, he’ll have to start again if he really wants to watch this movie some other time, but thankfully he had already scheduled his tv to turn off after one hour and a half.

He miraculously wakes up only once in the middle of the night and almost as an afterthought, like he would do so often when he was younger, Robbe grabs his phone to check for any new notifications. Robbe read a lot about algorithms when he had nothing better to do one day because it felt like it’s a theme lately so he knows it doesn’t mean shit but he can’t help but stare at the first name on the list of people who watched his sad dinner stories.

earthlinggoddity

There’s the red-ish circle around his name but Robbe puts his phone down, the screen still bright staring at his mattress as he rolls to the other side, pulling the heavy comforter to wrap around him like a tight burrito, and he closes his eyes again. If he’s still thinking about it tomorrow, with an awake and fully functioning brain, he’ll watch whatever Sander posted if it’s still there. He shouldn’t do it now, half asleep or Robbe won’t be able to go back to sleep thinking about how badly he misses Sander.

He can’t remember his dreams when he wakes up, it’s like he blinked and it was morning already. He feels rested but still mentally tired or empty, one of the two.

His phone is still right next to him, under the pillow he never uses and so he grabs it, checking the notification that just popped on his screen a few minutes ago from Moyo.

What are you doing today, my friend? Felt like we could go skate, smoke a little bit, for old time’s sake.

Robbe sighs, clicking on it, opening his conversation with Moyo.

That sounds like a perfect Saturday to me, my friend. Meet in one hour? I’m still in bed…

While he waits for the answer, the three dots already dancing on his screen, Robbe shakes his head. It’s still somewhat early, just now past eleven so he wonders if Moyo had any sleep. He does sound in a great mood though, Robbe is happy for him but also envying his enthusiasm about life, so early on a Saturday morning.

Jesus Christ, bro. You used to be an early bird. Working your ass off isn’t paying off, huh? One hour and don’t be fucking LATE!

Robbe knows what changed that he’s not an early, happy-chappy human anymore but he won’t bother anyone else with that conversation again. He pushes himself up to put some clothes on and go meet Moyo, making a pitstop for a quick breakfast on his way there.

[mcfiddlestan]

WinterFrost Single Dads AU

Hey, ya'll. Told ya I was working on this thing. I've got about six chapters done, but I'm not ready to post it to AO3 just yet. One big reason for that is I don't have a title yet. So I thought I'd post a couple of chapters, let ya'll get a feel for it, then take any suggestions you might have.

Just a small note: I tend to name fics after song titles that inspired the story or somehow fit with the plot.

Anyhoo...here's the first chapter. I *might* post the second tomorrow. We'll see how the response to this goes.

xoxo, La

Pairing: Loki x Bucky Barnes (there are others past and future, but I'm not giving them away just yet)

Rating: M

Word count: 1,775

Summary: Loki is living a great life as a Manhattan lawyer and constantly partying with Tony Stark, his best friend. Loki's life before he came to New York more than a decade ago is a mystery for those close to him. But it's all about to come to light when he gets a call from someone in his past.

Bucky is just trying to catch a break. A few hookups with a fellow soldier led to a quickie marriage and baby -- and two years later, a quick divorce. His daughter is now eight years old and the light of his life. But he can't seem to get his shit together. Struggling to find a job and keep a hold on his sobriety, it's a one-night stand that gives him the kick in the ass he needs to be the man his daughter believes he is.

Warnings: Mature language and situations, some drug use, and talk about addiction.

Chapter 1

The sound of his front door opening and closing pulled Loki from a deep sleep. So deep, it took him a moment to remember where he was and how he knew that was his front door. His eyes opened slowly, once, twice, and then again, to nothing but the darkness of what he was sure was his bedroom. Then he felt the pounding, incessant, pulsing around his entire head. Damn migraines. Loki let out a low groan, thought fuck it, and buried his face deeper into his pillow. Moments later, the door to his bedroom pushed open.

“Rise and shine,” a deep voice sang.

Loki grumbled at the familiar voice, and slowly, he turned his body, rolling onto his back. “Why are you always so chipper in the morning? Oh, for Norn’s sake!” He threw a pillow over his face as the curtains pulled open and let the blinding daylight flood the room. “Close them! I’ve got a damned migraine!”

“Ooh. So sorry, Mr. Friggasson. There’s a cup of tea on the nightstand. Would you like me to get you some water and a couple of ibuprofen?”

Another groan sounded through the room as Loki forced himself to sit up. “Yes, please,” he answered as he rubbed at his face before reaching for the two pillows to prop them up behind him. In his sleepy haze, he remembered to pull the bedsheet over his lap to keep his modesty. Loki reached out for the teacup first, cupping it in his large hand as he took a gentle sip. “Mmm, perfect. Thank you, Fandral. And, for the thousandth time, please stop calling me Mr. Friggasson.” He sipped again, ignoring Fandral’s giggle as he rummaged through Loki’s closet. “What time is it?”

“A quarter to eleven.”

Loki sputtered into his tea. “Quarter to eleven? Why did you let me sleep so late? I have meetings today.” Loki hurriedly set his drink down and started to rise, gathering the sheet to wrap around him. Fandral was suddenly there, nudging Loki back into the bed, “Relax, Loki. You’re fine. Your early meeting was canceled, the board meeting at the Tower was pushed to Thursday, and Mr. Stark canceled your lunch meeting.”

“Cancelled? Why?” Loki settled back in the bed, rubbing at his neck. “He didn’t say. But he left the message for me before three am, and there was a lot of noise in the background. So, take a guess.”

Loki snorted softly. “That’s your boss, Fanny. Don’t judge.”

“You’re my boss. Mr. Stark only signs the checks,” Fandral said through a smile as he laid out a pair of pants and a shirt on a chair in the corner for Loki to wear for the day. “Once the morning meeting was canceled, I thought I’d let you rest a little longer since you didn’t have to rush into the office.”

“Thanks,” Loki muttered from behind his cup.

Fandral gave him a nod and turned to head around the corner towards the master bathroom.

“Any other messages?” Loki called as he set the teacup back on the nightstand. He sat back, his face contorting in pain, willing the migraine to ease up. He made a mental note to see an optometrist already.

“Yes, a few. Natasha called. She got a lead on the security break from a couple of months ago, I guess? She said she’d have a report for you on the improvements she’s already made with F.R.I.D.A.Y.” Fandral stepped out with a small white bottle in one hand, a glass of water in the other. He handed the water to Loki before popping open the bottle and dropping two white tablets in Loki’s open palm. “Also, someone’s been trying to get a hold of you all morning. He’s called four times already. No real message, just ‘need to speak to Loki urgently.’ Someone named Thor.”

Loki went still. He swallowed down the pills and water in his mouth, watching Fandral’s retreating back. A million different questions ran through Loki’s mind, but he couldn’t decide on just one to ask, nor would Fandral be able to answer any of them, judging by what he’d just said. Fandral returned from the bathroom, and Loki hoped he didn’t look as panicked as he felt. “Someone named Thor, you say?”

Fandral, staring at his phone, made a noise of agreement. “Sounded foreign, but I couldn’t place the accent.”

“Norwegian.” Loki shook his head dismissively when Fandral looked at him with a quizzical look. “Did he say how to get a hold of him?”

“Yes. At least, I have the number for you.” Fandral lowered his phone, eyed Loki, who’d gone much paler in the last thirty seconds. “Are you all right?”

Not in the slightest. “Yes. Uh, Fandral, I’m going to take a shower.” Loki rose from the bed, his migraine still there but hardly forgotten. He held the bed sheet tight at his waist and walked around Fandral. “Listen, if he calls again, tell him I will call him back as soon as I’m free. If he doesn’t, when you hear the water stop, give me twenty minutes, then put the call through.”

Fandral frowned at Loki as he followed him with his eyes. “Sure, boss. Are you sure you’re feeling all right?”

“Fandral. I’m fine. Will you order some food? Get me a sandwich, please. Something toasted, turkey.” Distracted, Loki didn’t wait for Fandral to confirm. He walked into his bathroom and started the water in the shower, then moved to the sink. He stood before the mirror for a moment, thinking, fretting, irritated. Why would Thor be calling him after all this time? What could he possibly have to say to Loki? After more than ten years of no communication, Loki felt as if they were strangers.

The steam began to fill the room, fogging up the mirror, so Loki dropped the sheet and stepped under the spray. He let the hot water wash over him, easing the ache of his muscles. He took the showerhead in hand, adjusted the setting of the water, and held it over the back of his head to let the hot water pummel the skin of his neck and his scalp, hoping to make the migraine go away. Though with the newly added stress of a phone call with someone from his long-forgotten past, Loki wasn’t sure it would go away now.

Washing his body and hair quickly, after just fifteen minutes, Loki stepped out and went through the motions of grooming then getting dressed. When he stepped out into the living room, Fandral was just taking his food from its delivery packaging.

“Did he call?”

“No. Feel any better?”

Not at all. “Much. Fandral, could you give me some privacy?”

He froze with a wrapped sandwich half out of the bag. Only his eyes moved in Loki’s direction, “Um, sure? Do you want me to come back in, what, an hour?”

Loki shook his head. “No. In fact, why don’t you take the rest of the day off?” Fandral dropped the sandwich on the table and faced Loki fully, crossing his arms. “Don’t look at me like that. Nothing is wrong. I just don’t know how this conversation is going to go, and I’d rather not have an audience if you don’t mind.” He spotted a bag of chips and snatched it up, ripping it open to pop one into his mouth.

Fandral, still frowning, reached into the bag once again to split the napkins between the two of them. He repacked his meal, then lifted the bag from the table. “All right. Your phone is on the counter. I input the phone number since he called the office, not your cell phone. And – I’ll be available, just in case.”

“Thank you. Fandral.” Loki gave his back a quick pat as he paused beside him. “I mean it. Thank you. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Well, I think we both know that’s a mutual feeling.” He reached for Loki’s arm, giving his wrist a quick squeeze. “Call me later? So I know you’re all right?”

Loki nodded and didn’t move until he heard the door close behind Fandral. It was true; he didn’t know how he would function without Fandral. They were classmates in law school, and both started at equally prestigious firms upon graduation. They were good friends but fiercely competitive, too. Loki credited that manic drive to one-up each other for getting him to the top five percent of their graduating class. But after a few years, while Loki had been on the up-and-up, Fandral was drowning, barely keeping his head above water as a tax lawyer. Loki watched one of the first friends he’d made in New York crumble under pressure and struggled to help him find a way to deal. Eventually, Fandral walked away from the six-figure salary, the company car, and all the perks that came with it. Loki was impressed that Fandral

dared to do it. After a few months of getting help and finding a better mental space, Fandral moved off of Loki’s couch into a modest apartment that was a fraction the size of the loft he was in before and looked for a less-hectic job. Loki had snagged a cushy position as Stark Industries’ in-house counsel, thanks to his friendship with its C.E.O., and was still getting settled. Managing New York’s richest son’s money, company, and public image was turning out to be a full-time job. And Loki needed help. He’d already recruited Natasha Romanov, a former N.Y.P.D. Officer, he brought her on for her computer and investigative skills. So he offered Fandral a position as his assistant. Fandral took it and promised to be the best right-hand man. Loki expected he’d be bored within a month just answering phone calls and setting up meetings. But Fandral’s duties, mostly taken on of his own volition, had grown exponentially in the past five years. He acted as assistant, maid, valet, and social buffer for the notoriously introverted Loki.

Loki would be a mess without him.

Because he was starving, Loki wolfed down half his sandwich and chips, grateful that the shower, the food, and the medication had helped relieve the worst of his migraine. Taking a deep breath, Loki picked up his phone from where Fandral left it for him. His thumb hovered over the screen, over the unknown phone number. And with his heart in his throat, Loki tapped it. He listened. He waited. And, finally, after three rings, the line picked up.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Thor.”

[michiieewrites]

Dabi - So big, so small, so tearfuly

A/N: This fic is inspired by an ask that @league-of-villians-headcanons received a week or so ago. THIS IS THE ASK I REFER TO. Anyways, after looking up that song, I cried like a little baby and thus, this story was born. But holy damn! I did NOT expect for this fic to reach over 3.1k+ words. Enjoy, my loves!

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Well, it happened. Waiting in the waiting room with his quirk-cancelling handcuffs. Sitting on Dabi’s left side is Mr. Compress, also with those special ‘bracelets’ made for villains. Even here at the police station the tall showman is still wearing his mask and top hat. They’re both a little torn up, though. Just like all of them, to be honest.

Who knows how that crusty trash rat they call a leader is looking now. Maybe he’s just as banged up as Spinner. The scaly man was currently in the interrogation room with two officers. Most of their members were dragged away by different officers. Toga is still waiting with them. For multiple safety precautions they had restrained her like Hannibal Lector, including the muzzle. Still, that didn’t stop the girl from trying to break free from them.

Didn’t matter, though. Dabi knows that the gig is up. The heroes had all whooped their asses in this last fight. Showing the world that the ‘good guys’ would always win in the end. ‘Cause that’s what always happens, right? The bad guys lose and the good guys win. Because they’re the good guys. And Dabi was one of the bad guys.

He had to lose. That’s what bad guys do, they lose the fight. Good guys like his dad, they win. Good guys like his dad give people hope. Good guys like his dad were there to help control the chaos. Good guys like his dad are praised by the public for protecting them from bad guys like himself. Good guys like his dad always strife for perfection. Good guys like his dad would destroy their own families to save the public people. Good guys like his dad would do anything to keep the public people safe. Good guys, just like his dad.

So that’s what Dabi’s dad did. He protected the public from harm. He strived for protection, he destroyed his own family. Even if it meant nearly killing his eldest son for a second time. All because his dad is a good guy, right?

‘Should’ve burned that shitbag alive when I had the chance,’ Dabi thought to himself. ‘Instead of burning my own damn self. Just burn that fucker to a crisp.’

But no amount of ‘should have’s’ were gonna change the current situation.

Dabi tried to go up against his old man, the great flame hero Endeavor and got burned. Not that it would matter anyway. He himself did a pretty good job of that in the past. By letting his emotions get the better of him. Trying to impress Enji so he would leave his youngest brother alone. So his little brother would have a chance of a somewhat normal childhood. So that maybe, his father would be proud of him for once.

But Dabi couldn’t have been more wrong. Because of his mother’s genes his body wasn’t able to keep up his flames for a long period of time. Not long enough for Enji to matter, anyway.

The moment he pushed young Touya aside, right into the wall was the moment Touya died. His anger and hurt no longer kept under a lid.

Dabi doesn’t remember much from that moment of his past life. He knows the sky of their garden became engulfed by his blue flames. The heat unbearable and scorching away his skin, inch by inch. He looked as his father tried to reach him, only to be pushed back by the sea of blue. There are nights where Dabi can still hear his mother scream for him to stop before he could hurt himself. Echoes of her pleading for her child’s safety.

And yet here he sits, incarcerated and forgotten by his family. Well, not entirely. He had waited for the perfect moment to reveal himself to his past family again, this time as Dabi. He had to wait for years before the timing was right. But the pure look of terror on his old man’s face was worth every single day he had waited.

‘And by then you already had my chest beneath your boot, just like poor little Shouto once was,’ he snickered to himself.

Luckily for him, Shouto was only a couple of feet away from them. For it was to save Shouto that Enji had attacked Dabi. Fighting together, the two Todoroki heroes went up against the flame quirked villain. With his years of experience it was Endeavor who overpowered Dabi. And as he contained him, Dabi had looked up at him and said:

“What a way to welcome back your dead son, father.”

He had seen the way everything clicked in Endeavor’s head. Every little piece of the puzzle fell into it’s place. The weight of his sins intensifying by the second. He knew Shouto was putting the pieces together for himself too. The boy may look dense, but he certainly isn’t stupid.

But before either of them could come to their senses and ask any questions, the fight was over and Dabi was taken away. Only to be kept waiting here in this shithole of a waiting room, guarded by others, heroes and-

“Ma’am, I have to ask you to-“

“No, get out of my way, now!”

Muffled voices sounded from the other side of the door to Dabi’s right. He turned his head, interested in hearing more of the commotion. Multiple hurried footsteps are coming closer.

“Todoroki-san, you are not allowed-“ the officer outside says.

“I don’t care, I need to see him.”

Todoroki-san? He clearly hears, what he assumes is an officer refer to a female voice. But what business would a female Todoroki have at the station?

The door bursts open and a group of five people come flooding in the waiting room. The guards standing around the remaining League of Villains-members put their attention on the newly entered people. All the heads turn in their direction. His fellow villains are also startled by the commotion. Dabi’s world freezes.

He knows these people. Well, four of them, at least. Or used to know, to be precise. They were the ghosts of his past. The people he tried to desperately to forget. The people who once loved him. But why the fuck are they here? Why the fuck would they be here to look at his sorry ass?

A woman, the oldest of the two females, pushes the officer that tries to stop her out of her way. Her pewter grey eyes are overflowing with tears as she rushes over to Dabi’s recoiling form. She throws her arms around him and pulls him tightly against herself. She sinks to her knees and pulls him along down with her. Her chin rests on his shoulder as her cries grow louder by the second.

“It’s you! It’s really you, Touya. Oh my boy, it’s really you!”

Touya. She called him ‘Touya’. His old name rings in his ears. Too shocked to look at the other worried faces of his siblings, his cerulean blue eyes slowly glance over the woman holding him. The woman who has held him so many times before in his past. The woman who carried him for nine whole months with her every second of the day. The woman who blew all his scary nightmares away with a kiss on his head at night when he was a child.. The woman who had mourned for years after her husband told her their first born son had passed away.

His mother Rei is finally holding her son after all these years.

“Wh-what are you do-doing here?” he manages to get out. His breathing becoming rapid and shallow. Hyperventilation setting in as Rei refuses to let go of him.

“Shouto told me, he told me how you fought with him,” she cries, “He told me how you-… how your… he told me you were alive!”

Her tears are slowly wetting his entire shoulder. Her hands tremble as they desperately hold onto his soot covered coat. Her entire body shocking with her sobbing.

Then he finally looks back at the others. The guards are trying to hold back a tall, young man with the same show white hair and pewter grey eyes as their mother. The young man doesn’t budge a single step, a furious look on his face. Behind him a young woman, no younger than a year or two than Dabi himself. Her hair white like melting icebergs with some lava colored tips and her charcoal grey eyes. Scared, but determined she tells the officers that they all have the right to see their brother. He knows they are Fuyumi and Natsuo, the younger sister and brother Enji never bothered to care for.

A familiar mop of half white-half read hair is a little farther behind them. Shouto looks down at the floor and Dabi can’t tell if it’s because he’s angry, or hurt, or ashamed. Hell, it could be all three.

But none of the other people in the room mattered. He tunes out the questions of his comrades, the arguing of his family and the guards, the fast and heavy beating of his own heart. All he can hear now are the strangled cries of his mother.

Softly, so softly only Rei can hear, he asks: “How did he figure it out?”

Sniffing through her words, Rei says: “After they took you away, Shouto confronted your father. He demanded to tell him the truth. Eventually he told him everything; how the fire department didn’t find your body in the ashes of the fire. How he lied to all of us, saying you were too badly burned to see. How he always wondered if your ashes were among those of the garden or if you got away.”

Her grip loosened slightly. She leaned back and took a good look at him. His terrified eyes looking back into her own. He’s terrified that this is all just another nightmare. That the warmth of his mother’s embrace will be ripped away again any second.

Her hand comes up to his face. Gently wiping away one his falling tears. Tears? He doesn’t even realize they are rolling down his cheeks. Despite both their quirks, the feeling of her fingers tracing over his scarred skin are hotter than any of his flames ever felt. He can almost feel the love and sorrow in her touch. A love only a mother can give to her son.

Never in all these years he spent apart from his family would he ever dare dream of seeing her again. Because he knew what happened after his supposed ‘death’. He knew that Rei finally broke over all the neglect and abuse their family had to endure at Enji’s hands. Their family was ripped apart, torn to shreds. Even if they did stitch all those pieces back together, he had accepted the fact that he would never be a part of the Todoroki-family again.

But here they were; the members of his past family he used to love so much. They were standing here in front of him. Demanding they get to see him, Dabi or Touya, that didn’t matter. They were standing up against all these guards and officers just to see him.

His hands try to reach out and hold his mother the way she is holding him. To feel her presence in his hands again. But he’s reminded of the cuffs around his wrists. He tugs at them, trying to break out of them. But these wretched things are keeping his hands locked together. His struggles become more desperate. He just wants to hold Rei.

He whips his head to one of the guards and yells at them. “Get these fucking cuffs off of me!”

“No way, villain,” the guard curtly replies.

“JUST LET ME HOLD MY MOTHER, DAMMNIT!”

Hands cover his own and he looks back at Rei. “Ssh, ssh… It’s okay, I’m not going anywhere,” she gently coos at him.

Slowly, she lifts his hands over her head, so that he can hold her now. His body stiffens once again. This really had to be a dream, right? There was no way in Hell he’s able to hold his mother again. It couldn’t be. As far they all knew, he was dead. Todoroki Touya was dead. Dabi was just another villain. And no one would ever know the secrets he keeps locked in his heart. He knows that giving in now would mean that dream would come to an abrupt end. He didn’t want it to end.

But the look in Rei’s eyes is real and so is the rest of her. Realizing this, he immediately clings onto her. A little clumsy, but he’ll take it for now. Even if it’s just for this moment, all he wants to do is to close his eyes and his mother embracing him back. And so she does.

The air is getting hotter. Heavy footsteps are coming closer. Natsuo’s voice calling out: “What do you think you’re doing here?!”

Both Rei and Dabi are looking to see who Natsuo was talking to. The feeling of a sweet reunion quickly slips away and is replaced by a building rage. But before Dabi can make a move towards Endeavor, who’s stepping into the room, he’s held back. Back by the arms of his mother.

The tension is cold. Rei’s staring daggers at the father of her children. Natsuo moves in front of his younger siblings, also held back by Fuyumi. Shouto stands in front of Enji to block his path. Endeavor, with all his power, dares to give Rei a sympathetic look. He tries to speak before one of the guards cut him off.

“All right, that’s enough! All of you people! Out!” They move closer to the stand off between Enji and Shouto.

“Rei, listen to the guards,” Enji calmly says, “this is out of our hands. They need to handle this from now on. There is nothing we can do-“

“HOW DARE YOU! HE’S OUR SON!” Rei yells back.

Her words hit a nerve. Enji extends his hand towards his wife.

SMACK!

She smacks his hand away. A sharp intake of breath from Fuyumi follows. The scene before her eyes; her mother holding their older brother, shielding him from their father. The fury rising in Rei’s eyes hold a force so strong it scares her. Not even Enji made her feel this scared before.

“Don’t you dare touch our children again!” Rei screams out. “Keep your hands off of Touya! Haven’t you hurt us enough?! Our family is torn to shreds by your hands, Enji! MY CHILDREN TAKEN FROM ME BECAUSE OF WHAT YOU DID TO ME!”

Shouto carefully tries to calm his mother down. “Mom, please. Try to calm down.”

“No! For too long I’ve let him destroy our family, let him hurt you! He-…. Because of him…. HE MADE US BELIEVE TOUYA WAS DEAD! DEAD! HE TOLD ME WE HAD LOST OUR CHILD!”

She can’t stop. Not anymore. After all these years Rei couldn’t hold back all the pain Enji had caused her. The pain he inflicted on their children. The way his behavior broke her. It had made her hurt her youngest son too. The neglect by his hands had made it impossible for her to see her children properly grow up.

Calmer now, she continues: “Of all the things you have done to us, I don’t know which one is the worst. But I do know one thing. And that’s that you can’t keep me from my children any longer. You will no longer stand in the way of my children’s future.”

The hate she directs to Enji… It was clear to him that she didn’t want him around any of them. Maybe just for now. Maybe forever. In trying to face his past, he accepts this outcome.

His shoulders sag and he turns around to walk out of the door.

“Everyone, you need to get out-“

“I will not leave my son,” Rei interrupts the guard.

They look at her and the young man she’s holding close. They sigh and tell her that only she is allowed to stay here. All the others still need to leave the waiting room. Toga and Mr. Compress will be taken to their interrogation rooms. One guard will stand outside of the door. For now, they respect her wish to be alone with Dabi.

When the door is shut close, they both look at each other. Unsure of what to say next. The loving look Rei gives Dabi makes him feel all different kinds of emotions.

Ashamed, for becoming a villain. Vulnerable, ‘cause he feels like she can see right into his soul. Angry at himself, for not coming to visit her in the mental hospital sooner. Relieved, for only a mother can see past all the shit he’s done in his life and still love him.

“I’m sorry, I guess… For not showing up these past years,” he says as he looks down to the ground.

“Don’t be. I understand,” she says.

Her hands cup his face and pull him up to look at her face. A sad smile decorates her lips. Fresh tears forming in her eyes.

“All that matters right now is that you’re back. I missed you so much, my sweet boy. So much, you can’t even imagine.”

But he could. In his dreams he would see her, with all his siblings. Even Enji would be there, only in Dabi’s dreams he was the loving and kind father every child wants and needs. In his dreams they were a happy family. He has longed for that family for as long as he can remember. He still does. Somewhere deep inside of him there’s a part that wants nothing more than to erase all that has happened and just start all over.

He missed Rei just as much as she missed him.

Throwing his face in the crook of her neck, he lets out a forceful and loud cry. “I-I missed you t-too, mom! I missed all of you! I’m so sorry for everything, mom! Please, believe me!”

Her hands comes up to softly pet his hair. Making reassuring sounds to calm down her crying child. His body now completely on the floor with hers. Gently rocking him back and forth.

“I believe you, I do.”

“Please don’t hate me! Please, I’m so sorry! Mom… please don’t leave…”

“I’m not going anywhere. You may be all grown up now, a handsome and strong man. But you’ll always be my sweet little boy, Touya. I’ll never leave you again.”

Her words are a binding promise. A vow to Dabi, a vow for him to regain the name Todoroki Touya. Filled with love and protection. Never would she hurt her children again, any of them. Rei will fight for her family. Starting with the crying man in her arms.

They stay right there. In this world that felt too big for them, they felt so small. A small space for a mother and son to hold each other close.

She’ll always be there for her family.

Tagged: @reinawritesbnha / @mrsreina @thots4daze / @kzombi3 @aizawascumslut @hipster-merchant-of-death @strawbirb @ravenfeet222

[rightsockjin]

Here’s Number 13 with Yoongi! I hope y'all like it! 

Summary: A road trip with your life long friend takes an unexpected turn for the best...

Rating: T (Teen- suggestive)

Genre: Fluff and like a hint of what could be smut...

Warnings: The ending... that’s it. Nothing triggering I think. Oh someone gets smacked in the ass. So there’s that... um... partial nudity. Underwear. ok yea.

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“Can you just get in the damn car?”

Yoongi wasn’t exactly a patient person.

From the day that you met him in middle school-

Well really you had met him sometime in Primary school but you had both at some point agreed that the story you would tell people when they asked when you two had met was that you met in middle school.

That being because well... you guys hated each other.

Kind of.

Yoongi hated you and you... well you didn’t take well to being hated.

That being said, when you guys did end up becoming friends, it was Yoongi who had proposed it after years of what he put as “rivalry”.

He’d asked you to share a Sunday with him and you guys spent the whole afternoon talking.

One thing led to another and from then on you were inseparable.

“But look at the sky,” you said, pointing at the stars as they had begun to ebb away with the moon.

It was slightly purple and pink and a little orange.

The sun was still too low to be seen but it was painting the sky prettily.

“We can look at the stars some other time. We’re gonna be late.”

You rolled your eyes as a shiver went through your whole body.

It was your annual winter road trip and every year, without fail, you refused to bring a thick enough coat.

“Late to what? We don’t even have a destination dude.”

Maybe it was because you-

Pft.

You couldn’t even think of a good excuse for yourself anymore.

In all honesty-

Which is something you had started to do recently.

Honestly.

-you realized at some point on the last road trip that it was because you liked it much better when Yoongi groaned... then smiled... and gave you his.

“Late to the beginning.”

Ooooooookaaayyy?

Whatever what meant.

“Yoongi... are you sure that you got enough sleep?”

Yoongi shrugged.

“Probably. I slept from like three until six,” he said, as you ripped your eyes from the beautiful sky.

“That’s three hours,” you gaped through the rolled down window.

The car hummed softly. The warmth emanating from the engine transferred from the aura surrounding it into your bones.

But not your teeth.

They... were chattering something fierce.

“Yo-you’re fucking joking right?”

When he didn’t answer you made an ugly noise somewhere in the back of your throat and hit the roof of his-

1988 maroon thunderbird

(And don’t you forget it)

(...it’s his baby)

(It even has a name)

-car.

Yoongi’s hooded eyes shot wide open in surprise and what you knew to be anger because- well-

Let’s face it.

Yoongi has one facial expression and it’s usually somewhere between annoyed and indifferent.

He was the picture of a human grumpy cat with softer eyes.

Dark hair...

Soft...skin....

Where were you?

Oh yeah!

Yoongi glared at you. His nostrils flared.

“Did you just hit Jisu?”

His voice was even.

It wavered not.

And neither would you.

He was a big softy. Yoongi was all bark and no bite. Even his bark was reminiscent of a Chihuahua.

And not one of those feisty ones. More like one of the rat things that had no hair and barked under their breath when you tried to pet them.

...without teeth...

...with their tongue sticking out....

“Yoongi... it’s a car.”

“Y/N... it’s my pride and joy.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Whatever. I’m not getting in your death trap when you haven't had a proper eight hours, Yoongles.”

“Listen, Squirt,” he began and waves upon waves of distaste rolled over your spine. Your skin pimpled as a blush rose to your cheeks.

You HATED when he called you...

*shiver*

*gag*

Squirt

“...and you know that I do NOT like when people hit her! She’s beat up enough as it is without having people like you smacking on her-“

SMACK

You’d hit the front hood a little harder than you would have regularly just to shut him up.

A small wrinkle formed between his eyebrows. His lips fell open like he couldn’t really be bothered to hold it closed.

His pink tongue poked out slightly over his teeth.

He clicked, then-

“Okay fine.”

“Fine?”

“Yep.”

...you-what?

“Yes what?”

He pursed his lips and crossed his arms behind the stealing wheel.

“The road trip is canceled.”

You gaped at him.

D:

Like that.

Yoongi’s expression didn’t change. Instead, he uncrossed his arms and turned the engine off.

Slowly, but resolutely, he opened the driver’s side door and stepped out of the car.

“I-wha- Wait! Yoongi,” you ran around the front to where he stood.

He slammed the car door shut but he wasn’t angry. He patted the roof of the car affectionately, his back turned to you.

“...you can’t cancel-“

“Well you won’t get in the Jisu with me behind the wheel and you don’t know how to drive a fucking stick shift... what else is there to do?”

He was teasing you.

There was no way that he would cancel.

It was tradition after all.

And he would NEVER break tradition.

Well ok-

Yoongi wasn’t usually traditional.

Unless it came to you and your friendship.

He’s violently loyal to the point that one time-

When some guy had asked you out, upon your confirmation, promptly spanked your ass in the middle of home room, he’d stood without hesitation and slapped the dude’s ass back.

He’d gotten detention for a month.

The other guy, a month and a slap to the ass.

There was also a time when a nasty rumor was going around the school that that same guy and you were in a very... presumptuous position and your reputation had been shot.

Most of your other friends had believed it but not Yoongi.

Yoongi went around shooting nasty looks at anyone who dared say a bad word about you.

That’s when things had changed.

In retrospect.

For you at least. You doubt anything had changed for Yoongi.

But for you... that summer... the one of your junior year... changed everything.

No one was talking to you anymore. Your girls were now-

The Bitches ™️

And the only friend you had was Yoongi.

Your yoongi.

He’d become that then.

Yours...

Even though it wasn’t your place to make him so.

But you couldn’t help it. He’d changed. He’s grown an inch.

He’d started to work out-

And then stopped at the request of his mother because his clothing wasn’t fitting him and honestly Yoongi’s family didn’t have enough money to buy new threads-

-and for some ungodly reason, his father had given him his car and his now favorite cowhide leather jacket.

Vintage.

Let’s get that straight people.

It is vintage. Not old.

It was something in the way he listened to you.

With gentle nods and sarcasm at the ready.

It was his fake laugh.

And his laughter...

And the beautiful mornings

The way his gums popped out when you were falling asleep after pulling an all nighter under the stars.

It was his essence.

“I-well... but the road trip is-“

“Over unless you miraculously acquired the ability to drive stick or...”

He paused, looking at you over his leather clad shoulder.

“You get in Jisu, settle the snacks and apologize.”

You huffed. Your breath is visible in the early morning sky.

“I...” it was like being gutted.

Like a fish.

A cold dead fish...

“Am sorry.”

Whew.

That was tough but now you didn’t have to worry about him being salty all the way to-

“Not to me,” Yoongi said, interrupting your thoughts.

Your heart dropped into your stomach.

“Apologize to Jisu.”

“The car?” You said under your breath.

“Yeah,” he whispered back, a smug gum smile in place, “the car.”

You deflated.

He wasn’t kidding.

That was the worst part.

He genuinely wanted you to apologize to…

Jisu

The car.

With embarrassment filling your empty stomach-

Well save for your heart which was digesting nicely!

-you sighed and said:

“Jisu... sweet... old... rundown-“

“Watch it,” Yoongi groaned.

“Fine! I’m sorry I hit you. It was rude of me. Will you ever forgive me and let me ride you?”

There was a pause in which you processed your own words.

You hadn’t meant to.

And really, if your mind wasn’t in the gutter it would have meant nothing but your Innuendo hung in the freezing air around you.

Damn were you good at saying stupid shit.

Yoongi cleared his throat and moved closer to you.

Your heart-

Now in a puddle.

-skipped a beat.

Your cheeks rouged.

He wasn’t touching you but you could feel his breath on the back of your neck. The warmth contrasted strangely with the coolness of the morning.

God... what you would give for his lips to touch you.

For his hands to graze your skin.

To wrap around your waist-

“WE REGRET TO INFORM YOU THAT JISU DOES NOT ACCEPT YOUR APOLOGY AND FEELS HARASSED!”

D:

You jumped a foot in the air.

Your arms flung around you in fear. Your elbow hit against something.

Pain shot through your arm.

You turned only to see Yoongi holding his shoulder-

The one someone had nearly run over a couple years ago and he’d had problems with since.

-and your panic soared.

“Oh my God! Are you okay? Why did you fucking yell in my ear dumb ass!”

Regardless of your harsh words, you rushed over to his side as his face screwed up in pain.

Pain you caused.

Fuck.

But he was laughing.

He couldn’t be that badly hurt could he?

“If your next question is if I’ll let you ride me the answer is a hard yes.”

Humiliation and anger rushed through your veins and into your fingertips.

Of their own accord, they began to smack every part of him they could reach.

“HEY! Why does Jisu get a better apology than me?!”

“Because Jisu is a girl and not an ass!”

It was in the way you always got the same taco from the corner stores and also rolled your eyes when he mentioned your addiction to strong coffee.

It was the way you snorted lightly-

And sometimes not so lightly.

-as he drove into the day.

It was the way you were drooling in that exact moment as the sun hit your pretty face and the seat was pulled back as far as it could possibly go.

Or maybe it was none of those things.

Or all of them.

Yoongi had lost track if he was honest.

Of all the things that made him wish he could tell you how he felt.

That he loved the moles that covered your body.

The shine from your hair after it was freshly dried.

He loved your musky perfume and the lotions you’d purchased in bulk because:

“If I like it might as well buy 12 of them.”

He loved your logic and the lack thereof.

He loved your style.

The way you refused to “ruin” an outfit with a jacket if it didn’t match and how- without fail- you always wore whatever jacket he handed you completely disregarding what you always said.

Like the one that he had lain over your trembling body as you slept when he’d stopped to use the restroom.

It was his dad’s.

It was old-

Vintage as you liked to say.

(Or bugged him by saying any time he tried to say it was old.)

It was riddled with discoloration.

It was his most prized possession.

Right after his car.

And you.

Though he’d never admit it.

And seeing you inside the car with his jacket draped over you like a blanket was doing things to him that he couldn’t comprehend.

It was like being enveloped in silk and velvet after a nice hot bath filled with lavender and rosewood and vanilla.

It was like soft musk caressing the folds of his brain, sending dopamine straight to the pleasure center of his cranium.

What he would give to touch you.

... in a less than platonic way.

The way your jaw stayed placidly open was also doing things to him.

This much less... soft

And a lot more

Well there’s no sugar coating.

Hard.

You stirred in your slumber.

His thoughts jarred to a stop.

You blinked then woke slowly. Confusion was evident in your eyes.

Quickly replaced by realization.

You looked down at the leather on your body.

The slightest smile pulled at your pretty lips.

You didn’t sit up.

You curled your small hands into the leather and snuggled against the softness.

“Morning,” you said, your voice slightly higher pitched.

A shiver ran through his nerves. His skin pimpled.

“You mean midday,” he corrected with a chastising roll of his eyes but the corners of his lips pulled up.

Fuck.

You.

...WAIT NO!

He shook his head, trying to keep his eyes forward and his mind on the road.

“Same difference,” you grumbled, pushing your arms through the sleeves of the jacket the wrong way.

Your short fingers stuck out at the edge.

A brief image of those same fingers pumping and wrapped around his-

“When’s lunch? I’m starving.”

He swallowed thickly.

“Well we ate maybe like four hours ago... “

“Exactly. I need food,” you said, righting your seat.

“We have snacks,” he said.

“But like... I want a burger.”

“Isn’t it too early for your road trip burger?”

Because every single road trip without fail, you both stopped at your favorite burger place and ate but it was only once in the whole road trip and you usually liked to save it for the road trip back to wherever you had come from for that year so you had something to look forward to.

“Mmmm, I’m feeling a shift in the matrix,” you said.

“Do you even know what the matrix is? Have you seen that movie?”

Offended, you turned to Yoongi.

He stayed facing the front.

“I LOVE Tom Cruise.”

“He’s not in that movie genius.”

You were silent for a second. Your eyes were wide.

“Hm... could have sworn....”

He smiled at the sun almost right above the car. There was not a cloud in the sky and he didn’t feel the least bit tired.

On the other hand he felt completely rejuvenated.

After a couple of miles, Yoongi let his smile settle and he cleared his throat as u set up your favorite road trip playlist.

You glance at him.

“You might wanna wipe the drool from your cheek by the way.”

“Fu-damn it Yoongi, why didn’t you say something earlier?”

It was raining.

Heavily.

Sadly, no men in sight aside from your long time friend.

Though...

Maybe not so sadly.

It had only been a couple more hours.

You had stopped for your burger.

And the sun was up and then-

BOOM

Thunderstorm.

Honestly, you were slightly worried.

Yoongi had been driving for a total of about ten hours that day and he’d been running on three hours of sleep.

You guys still had a couple more days of road trip to go.

Usually they lasted around three to four depending on how annoying you are being. And that’s counting the drive back home.

But at this rate... you guys might have to turn back early.

Now, you had no real clue where you guys were headed.

You never really did.

Yoongi never told you.

But it was cool.

Cool cool cool cool cool

Totally cool.

You trusted him and he had never led you astray.

Though... that one time when you guys got lost for nearly a week because he refused to check the GPS was kind of astray....

Anyway.

You never doubted he had good plans.

He’d taken you to amusement parks and landmarks and historical sights just for the hell of it.

He’d taken you wonderful places so you had never questioned him.

This time... you really, really wanted to know if a thunderstorm was even worth it.

You opened your mouth to ask but were instantly shushed.

Taken aback your eyes widened.

Again you tried to speak but one of Yoongi’s fingers came up to your lips to keep you silent.

“Look it’s coming down hard and I really cannot focus when you speak.”

You crossed your arms, his leather jacket rumpled slightly as it rubbed against itself after you had put it on correctly.

It smelled so much like him.

The leather smell permeated through your nostrils. But under it was something else. Something woody and fresh that was so... Yoongi, it made your head spin.

You frowned but settled in your seat with your mouth shut.

Soft lo-fi filled the air in the car.

You were no longer cold.

For obvious reasons which didn’t include the heating because it was broken in the car.

But you felt a shiver of fear run down your spine.

Yoongi’s black hoodie seemed darker now that the sky was cloudy.

It was pulled up to his elbows, his forearms out in the open-

As if that wasn’t illegal or some shit.

- and flexed slightly. His veins, prominent.

Another chill ran down your body.

This time... for a reason completely unrelated to your circumstances.

It was going to be a long drive.

The car broke.

Jisu broke.

It was about time it did too.

Though Yoongi was having a hard time.

Honestly... he was tearing up.

Or at least, you thought he was.

But he refused to look at you as the tow truck dropped you off at the nearest motel.

It was still raining ugly and you were still unbelievably cold.

Though maybe you were playing it up a little so that Yoongi would put up with you cuddling into his side.

It was partially for you but it was also for him.

He didn’t want to admit it but you knew.

You knew he needed something to ground him.

What better to do that with than with yourself?

“We’re here,” the driver said, squinting through the downpour.

“Thanks again for the lift,” you said since you knew Yoongi wouldn’t speak in fear of his voice breaking.

“Well you gotta pay darlin’” the driver said with a wink in your direction.

“But you’re welcome nonetheless. I can try to get you closer if you would like. Wouldn’t want you and your boyfriend getting a cold.”

A deep crimson blush filled the blood vessels in your cheeks and neck.

Your throat closed.

You coughed.

On instinct you pushed Yoongi away and made a disgusted face.

Yoongi’s nose twitched, his shoulders slumped.

“We- were not-“

“She’s single,” Yoongi said, his voice much stronger than you expected it to be.

“Friends,” he clarified.

Disappointment flooded your mind.

Friends. And that was that.

“I’m sorry but we only have one room available for the night,” the clerk said.

There was only one room?

“Does it at least have two beds?” Yoongi asked, giving you a worried look over his shoulder.

His hair was slicked to his head.

Waving slightly.

“I’m sorry sir,” the clerk said, “it’s a single queen bed. That’s really all we have.”

There’s only one bed????

What the fuck kind of fan fiction were you living in?

What are the damn odds?

Being friends since forever ago did not mean that you had shared a bed before.

There had always been a line that you didn’t-

Couldn’t

Wouldn’t

-cross.

This was by no means normal.

You glanced around the lobby trying to avoid looking at your friend.

“Well... okay. Shit. Yeah give me the room,” Yoongi said under his breath as if you, not hearing him, would make up for him taking the room.

He didn’t want you to think he’d planned this.

He hadn’t.

Why would he have?

How could he have?

He can’t control the fucking weather.

Regardless, as he got the key to the room he couldn’t help but feel sleazy.

He paid then thanked the clerk.

You were shivering.

Damn you and your insistence on not wearing a damn jacket.

His wasn’t enough.

You needed a shower. A warm one.

Your lips were nearly blue.

Without hesitation, he picked up his duffle and your rolling suitcase.

He casually walked up to you and wrapped a protective arm around your shoulders.

The leather was wet.

And now ten times colder.

He led you to the hallways of rooms on the first floor.

It was the last room in the far corner.

Yoongi had thought of multiple scenarios in which you guys ended up in a room together but never had he thought it would be while you guys were “just friends”.

You shivered under the weight of his arm.

“Come on, Squirt. Let’s get you in dry clothes.”

There were two things you hated:

Being cold,

And

Yoongi calling you Squirt.

Yet, this time... you were grateful for the cold.

And for the nickname.

Was it-

*gasp*

Growing on you?

Yoongi opened the door and with it came the strong scent that inevitably came with hotels.

To you, it had always been kind of comforting.

Like family trips and new adventures.

Today though, it smelled very much like nerves and fear and something shifting in the air.

It felt like nothing was moving.

Even as you stepped into the room and onto the slightly too dark green carpet, it felt like the world around you both had stopped turning.

Yoongi’s arm fell from around you and you mourned the loss.

You listened rather than watched him bring the bags in.

It was somewhere between 60-70 degrees and the wetness of your hair was seeping into your scalp.

Still, you refused to take off the jacket that was growing heavier and heavier as the rain soak in.

“Hey Y/N, give me the jacket.”

You spun around as he set down the luggage. He held a hand out.

Suddenly, you really didn’t want to get rid of it.

It felt like your second skin.

“Uh... but I’m cold,” you argued.

“And if you stay in that jacket you’re going to catch a cold. Hand it over.”

He curled his fingers in a “come hither” motion.

Your throat went dry.

Then, as if under a spell, you pulled the slightly heavy leather off of you and handed it off.

Yoongi watched you remove the jacket in a trance-like state.

You were staring at his hand.

He felt the fabric fall into his palm but he wasn’t looking.

He was staring, mouth open at your shirt.

Your white, long sleeve, wet, shirt.

And you know.

We all know…

What happens when a white shirt gets wet.

And now, Yoongi had the full boob-

PROOF

(dude that doesn’t even sound the same)

He had the full proof.

He blinked owlishly, glued to the way the fabric stuck to your chest.

He could see the skin tone bra that you were wearing.

The lines of your stomach visible lightly.

All the blood rushed to one of two places.

You know which.

Don’t lie.

He pressed the cold jacket against his body so that it covered what was quickly growing.

You watched him curiously as his mouth shut with a click.

You followed his gaze as goosebumps covered your arms.

That’s when you saw it.

And embarrassment wasn’t a strong enough word to describe what you felt.

You crossed your arms over your chest but you couldn’t turn away.

There was something else running through your veins aside from the humiliation.

Hope.

Because Yoongi wasn’t turning away and you weren’t stupid either.

You could see the strategic way that he was holding the slightly dripping jacket right in front of his…

Area…

And he had taken his eyes off your chest and now wasn’t even looking at you.

In a sudden burst of confidence-

And let's be honest, probably terrible judgement.

-you shimmied out of your shirt and balled it up.

Without letting yourself think of it too much before you chickened out, you tossed it right at his chest area.

Since it was wet, it made a wet-

PLOP

On his shoulder.

Confusion was clear on his expressionless face as he looked at the fabric.

He glanced at you out of the corner of his eyes in question then did a double take.

You licked your lips nervously but tried to keep your nerves at bay.

This was normal.

You always hung out in your bra with your oldest friend.

Everyday things…

Pft.

Easy.

“Wh-what are you doing,” Yoongi asked, his voice wavering.

“The shirt was soaked through. I thought that I should get out of it as well.”

Then mustering all of your courage, you unbutton your jeans.

The pop of the button was unnaturally loud in your ears.

The zipper was deafening.

“W-wait! Y/N what the fuck?”

You looked up trying to keep your ‘this is totally normal’ look on your face.

“Getting out of my wet clothes. Isn’t that what you said for me to do?”

“I said to get out of my jacket,” he said harshly, using it to gesture at you half naked. Your fingers hooked on the waistband of your jeans.

“Well the logic follows, doesn’t it? Wet jacket,wet shirts, wet pants…”

You pushed them down your legs without looking at him.

“Off.”

You heard him hiss under his breath.

Fear gripped you as the cold air of the room hit your skin which was a little moist.

“I don’t know what you’re playing at,” Yoongi began.

There was anger in his voice.

“But whatever it is. It’s not funny,” he finished throwing the jacket onto the floor.

Without another word, he turned on his heel and walked into the restroom.

Your heart sank.

D:

It was later in the night and you were huddled under the white blankets of the queen bed and Yoongi had yet to come out of the restroom.

You had thought you’d heard some low grunts coming from the restroom but then the shower had turned on and you heard nothing but the rain and the water.

Of course, unbeknownst to you, the grunts were very real.

Very much soft-

(in volume)

- for a reason.

And very much because of you.

It was when it was getting too intense that Yoongi decided to take a cold shower to calm down his hormones.

Still, he had decided to stay in the restroom for most of the night.

He was a night person anyway.

Always got his best thinking done when the moon was full and up.

This was no different.

He sat on the toilet seat, his legs spread wide and his elbows on his knees.

He was in his underwear and the shirt he had worn all day.

He hadn’t gotten the courage to walk out.

Not with the humiliation of having beat one out

(well not completely just a little bit)

(not that he was...little…)

To you in a bathroom while you were partially naked in the next room.

He couldn’t make heads or tails of it.

Were you just so comfortable with him that you guys had crossed the friendship line to the point of no return?

Or were you attracted to him and that was some grand gesture?

Either way, he was terrified to guess wrong.

Why had he thought that this year would be different?

Why had he thought he could sweep you away on some romantic road trip in his crappy old car when he didn’t know the first thing about being romantic?

His idea of romantic was throwing a vintage-

Old.

let's call it how it is.

Old jacket on you when you were asleep.

It was spanking that asshole who had smacked your ass all those years ago.

And sticking by you when your other friends turned away from you.

It was branding them the Bitches and making sure that you knew that you hadn’t been at fault for the rumors.

Romantic Yoongi held your hand through your first year of collage and held your hair back the first time you drank too much.

It was him tucking you in when you guys spent all night out looking at the stars.

It was taking care of you when you were sick.

It was…

Throwing his prized jacket on you when you were cold…

And sacrificing his jacket so that the rain didn’t hit you directly even thought that might ruin it…

...

So he could see how you guys were confused.

Because isn’t that what friends did all the time?

Take care of each other?

And now, he had crossed a line he couldn’t get back from.

It was too late.

He’d missed his window-

If there was any window to begin with.

He’d missed it.

And maybe he just needed to be okay with that.

When you woke up, it was still super dark.

You half expected it to still be night but when you reached for your phone you realized that it was nearly noon and Yoongi hadn’t woken you.

You sat up, forgetting that you had slept in your underwear.

The sheets slipped from your top, the bra still on.

Suffice to say, your chest hurt.

Instinctively, you reached behind you to unclasp the bra but-

“Hey-hey-hey! Man in the room,” you heard from somewhere.

Your hands halted, still groggy, you blinked in the darkness.

“What man? All I hear is a grumpy Yoongi,” you mumbled, rubbing the sleep from your eyelids.

A sigh.

A groan.

Then a lamp turned on before you.

The light hit your sensitive eyes. You blinked against the brightness and when you could finally comfortably open your eyes, your jaw dropped.

Yoongi-

Your Yoongi was sitting in the beige armchair.

His pale legs were spread wide.

His boxers-

He was wearing boxers…

!!!!

-were far too loose and hung on his thighs.

From your position, you could see his bulge though it was clearly not hard, or at least not entirely.

Still, the fabric was pulled over it.

His chest was covered with a white T-shirt.

His arms were on the arm rests.

Your mouth fell open.

Water…

God you needed water.

You looked around you but there was not a single glass in sight.

“I don’t know how long it’s been since you’ve realized, Squirt but I am very much a man.”

You avoided his eyes.

“I try not to think of you that way.” you mumbled, pulling the sheets up to your chest.

Lying through your teeth…

You know..

Like a liar.

There was a pause.

“Why are you so shy all of a sudden? Last night you had no problem stripping in front of me.”

You froze.

What...what was happening here?

“You- you seemed less than happy about that if I recall correctly,” you said then when he said nothing you added, “and don’t call me Squirt.”

Yoongi raised an eyebrow.

And ran a hand through his hair.

It stood on end.

Fuck.

Fuck….

He looked so hot.

“Only because you caught me off guard. Now,” he gestured between himself  and you, his fingers conveniently pointing towards…

“We’re even.”

Even?

Even?

“So if you were to take off something else, I’d have to as well. For fairness. Of course.”

You-

Did he-

D:

“We-Fair? Do- Do you hear yourself right now?”

You scrunch your nose.

You smelled something fishy.

Veerry...veeery fishy.

“Yes I speak korean, Y/N. The question is,” he stood, his boxers settling over his long legs, his shirt was tucked slightly into the elastic at his hips.

Where were you supposed to look?

The muscles on his arms.

His thighs, begging you to ride-

Or somewhere in the middle?

He had to know what he was doing to you.

He had to know that walking around in the loosest pair of boxers would draw your eyes straight to the center of his legs.

He wasn’t stupid.

So what angle was he playing?

(Acute ;])

“...Do you?”

He was by your side now. Your face was level with his stomach.

How does one react when your closest friend of your whole life is suddenly very close to naked in front of y-

…

Ohhhhhhhhhh....

“This is about me stripping yesterday...isn’t it?”

You held the covers up to your chest awkwardly.

Suddenly, you felt really stupid.

You shouldn’t have stripped without his consent.

You just really thought that...if you pushed a little, He’d see you as more than just “That girl that he hated in elementary school and is now stuck to him like gum.”

Did you just make that up?

Yeah.

Okay.

Moving on…

“What do you think,” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest. The muscles flexed under the white. Behind him, through the mirror, you could see his back side reflected.

Sculpted.

Fucking damn it.

If he was going to reject you couldn’t he have done it with pants on??

“I think…” but you couldn’t think. It was too much.

Too soon.

Too quickly.

You were on the edge of spilling the beans.

Teetering on a cliff and you couldn’t see the ground.

Was it ocean below?

You didn’t know.

You shook your head and forced yourself to look into his eyes.

“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, Yoongles… I’m sorry,” you said.

His smug smile fell.

A small frown pulled at his lips and his shoulders slumped.

Yoongi had made a choice. He’d decided he was going to push.

He’d decided it was time to tell you.

This coming after he got a call fairly early in the morning about the car needing a part that wasn’t available and they wouldn’t be handing him Jisu that day.

Meaning… you guys were stuck together for another day.

In a motel.

Alone.

With nothing to do.

This was why he’d decided to wait for you in his boxers.

You’d made the first move and now it was his turn.

He’d hoped you would reciprocate.

But he had clearly been wrong.

It wasn’t that you were trying to seduce him.

No…

You had simply grown too comfortable with each other and your state of half dress had nothing to do with hidden feelings for him.

Well, he supposed that at least he hadn’t declared his love for you like he’d planned to do initially…

...as much as  saying “Hey, I kind of wouldn’t mind going out with you”-

(this was a big deal because Yoongi avoided leaving his house at all costs… in all honesty, he hated road trips but you made it bearable and even a little fun)

- could be considered declaring his love for you.

He didn’t think he could handle the look of disgust on your cute face as he told you he had feelings for you.

Feelings…

What a joke.

Maybe this was for the best.

If you stayed friends, then it was probable that you guys would never stop talking to each other.

Another thing he couldn’t handle was losing you.

“It’s no fun if you just apologize, Squirt,” he said after a brief pause, choosing to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach.

You sighed.

He’d confirmed your worst fear.

He didn’t like you.

Not in the way you liked him.

And you’d made him uncomfortable.

“Do you want me to take it back and give you the wrong answer then? You know, for your pride?”

Yoongi sighed then chuckled.

“Would you? It would really make my day.”

You smiled up at your friend.

Like two pieces of a puzzle you had fallen back into your old dynamic.

It was almost like you guys weren’t standing half naked in front of each other.

“Anything to make your day, Yoongles.”

In a second, Yoongi had scooted you over. The other side of the bed was cold but you didn’t mind.

He slipped under the covers next to you.

He’d settled under them, his body faced towards you before he spoke again. A small smile on his soft baby lips.

“Is it weird that I’m starting to like when you call me ‘Yoongles’?”

You mirrored his position, putting a hand under your head. Your chest was slightly exposed, still covered by the sheets but he didn’t look down and you didn’t mind.

“No… is it weird I’m starting to like you calling me Squirt?”

“No,” he confirmed with a slight shrug.

A comfortable silence built up between you. Your eyes started to feel heavy.

Tentatively, Yoongi reached out and pushed a strand of hair behind your ear. His soft touch made you fall further into the land of sleep.

When your breath had evened out, Yoongi tapped your nose then traced your slightly parted lips.

This road trip hadn’t gone how he wanted it to.

Not by a long shot.

But he couldn't say he was totally disappointed.

As you slept, he felt his own eyes begin to close. His eyelids were heavy.

He fell into the comfortable darkness not too long after you did.

You guys were friends.

And maybe, he just had to accept that.

Maybe it was for the best.

And maybe… just maybe… he could grow to be okay with it.

Some day.

Don’t hate me....

Masterlist

[geesecannotlove]

Sometimes the idea of a road trip grabs me by the throat and won't let go. It was it is I guess, here's some bakusquad road trip antics :)

. . .

[8:45 pm]

Katsuki: you assholes better be ready to go by 7 tomorrow

. . .

[7:00 am]

Katsuki: Here.

Eijirou: Can you come help?

. . .

Bakugo stalked up to the Kirishima household, clad in black sweatpants and a tank top. An oversized button down filling the void his jacket had left when he'd packed it into his suit case. Tacky bright sunglasses Kaminari had given him last summer pushed into his unruly blond hair. One hand still shoved in his pocket he raised the other, the door giving way before he'd even grazed it. Eijirou's mom stood proudly in the door's frame, a smile directed at him.

"Katsuki, it's so nice to see you." Her face was warm in the way only a mother's can be.

"You too. Where is he?"

"Upstairs." She laughed softly pulling the door far enough he could slip through.

"Thanks." Katsuki grumbled kicking off his shoes and socked feet padding up their familiar old creaky stairs. The banister paint chipped and tilted family photos lined the wall.

"I said to be ready by 7, Red." Katsuki shouted on his way up, "We still have to get the other idiots."

"I know I know. I'm almost done." Eijirou laughed, his cheeks stretchd with a smile that resembled his mother's in every way. Katsuki's nimble hands found the worn handle of Kirishima's silver luggage covered in stickers.

"Whatever just hurry." Bakugo grumbled, a quick peck to the side of Eijirou's head and he was gone. Lugging the overfull luggage down the stairs and into the back of his car.

. . .

[7:15]

Denki: Where are you guys?

Katsuki: Red isn't ready.

Mina: Kiri you said you'd get up early and everything

. . .

"I didn't hear my alarm." Kirishima whined as he ungracefully plopped into the passenger seat, a blanket thrown across his lap and yellow sunglasses perched on his nose.

"No use whining about it now idiot."

Katsuki's car rumbled to life beneath his touch and the peeled down the Kirishima drive and back onto the main road. The blue aux cord already in Kirishima's grasp. The crackling sound of old american music filtering through the space they occupied together.

"This is shit Ei."

"No it's romantic." Kirishima said with a sharp smile, his tongue darting out in a mocking manner at the other.

"Tch whatever." Bakugo grumbled despite the gravel sound of his hum that danced along side Kirishima's off tune singing.

. . .

[7:30 am]

Mina: we went to the store.

. . .

The annoying chime of Eijirou's little red phone filtered through the air just as Bakugo was stomping back from Kaminari's front door red in the face and scowling.

"The store?" Kirishima hummed.

"The store." Bakugo bit back.

Kirishima laughed in the way that made his eyes crinkle closed behind his yellow sunglasses and his nose scrunch. Shoulders shaking with the effort and a warm hand squeezing Bakugo's own.

"It's fine."

"I'm the one fucking driving." Katsuki argued even as his fingers laced with Eijirou's, "Wanted to be in before 9."

"Denks got his license last summer." Kirishima said lightly his voice still light with laughter.

"Like I'd let that idiot drive my car." Bakugo grumbled, "It's fine I'll be fine."

. . .

[7:35]

Katsuki: Hurry the fuck up assholes.

Denki: Shut up bitch, we're getting snacks.

Denki: that was mina her phones dead, please don't hurt me Kachan.

. . .

"Sero just said he can't go." Kirishima wheezed from the passenger seat, his grip loose on his phone so the other could read the brightly illuminated screen.

. . .

[7:40]

Hanta: My family wants to go on a trip, I can't go, sorry man.

. . .

"No fucking way. Buckle up Red we're going to beat his ass." Katsuki snarled, throwing his car in reverse and speeding down the twisted residential road with curves he'd memorized so long ago.

"Kats you can't get mad at him for his family." Kirishima mumbled softly, linking his pinky with the blond's.

"They shouldn't cancel 30 minutes before we're leaving either. I'll kill him." Katsuki's palms crackled against the leather cover of his steering wheel. A foul smokey smell filling the car until Eijirou rolled down his window. The crackling old music ripped away by the early suer breeze.

"Babe, I'm not sure." Kirishima reasoned once more as they pulled up to the Sero household hidden behind luscious trees.

"Too late." Katsuki shrugged, ripping the keys from the ignition and left them thrown in his seat as he marched towards the house.

. . .

[8:00]

Denki: Where are you guys?

Eijirou: There's been a problem at Sero's.

. . .

Kirishima leaned against Hanta's bedroom door frame. His eyes glancing between his phone and Katsuki's seething form as he ripped a suitcase down from the other's closet shelf. Hanta hadn't even begun to pack. Sero frowned in the corner carefully pulling clothes from his drawers.

"I don't know who you think you fucking are." Katsuki snarled, sizzling hands blackening the soft fabric of the other's bed sheets, "Mina is leaving the fucking country in two weeks and you weren't going to go with us?"

Bakugo's feelings had always been shallow beneath his shield of anger. His teeth barred and his eyes begging for you not to look that far into it. But behind all that he was just another kid, scared of growing up in a world that moved on without you if you stumbled. Pushed you down and didn't look back.

"Sorry." Hanta sighed a hand running at his neck.

"Don't fucking care. Just hurry up." Katsuki finally relented, his still glowing palms intertwining with Eijirou's own slightly hardened ones. The warmth spreading a sticky feeling through the red head's chest and a flush to his cheeks.

. . .

[9:00 am]

Katsuki: We're almost there. Kat is pretty upset so please be ready

. . .

Kirishima's words filtering across back lit screens. The soft dings echoing from Kaminari's phone to Mina's. Sero nodded his head to the music in the back, his eyes trained on his phone.

. . .

[9:01]

Denki: What's the seating arrangement, I get car sick still.

Eijirou: you can sit up front with Katsuki.

. . .

Eijirou smiled softly at Bakugo's subtle pout as he moved his things into the back, making room for Kaminari. His knees bumped against Bakugo's seat and by the time they loaded in all the luggage and Mina's snacks they were packed in shoulder to shoulder and buzzing with what was to come.

. . . .

There will probably be more of this but yeah, road trips! <3

[writingtoforgetreality]

Stuck with U (Peter Hale x Reader)

[Teen Wolf-Masterlist]

Summary: The only thing the pack wanted to do was to find the hunters that kept hurting the innocent. A plan was a good start but what if they managed to kidnap you anyway? And if that was not enough...with Peter out of everyone. To say you guys despised one another would be an understatement. Still, the most important thing now was to keep a clear head & to work on a solution. Together.

Words: 3,482

Warnings: language, Peter & Reader being sarcastic assholes, age gap (Reader is of legal age), kidnapping, angst (so much angst), fluff (bc let´s be honest...Peter is a big ol´ softie)

Inspired by: “Stuck with U” by Ariana Grande & Justin Bieber 

If you like my work & wanna support me: a coffee would be highly appreciated ❤

Mmm Hey, yeah (That's just for fun) (What?) Ah, yeah

You were in your senior year of high school & even though you loved your friends endlessly, you were eager to graduate & leave Beacon High behind you. There were just way too many bad experiences you associated with that place. But, on a lighter note, if you had not started at this high school, you would have never met the pack. At first, it scared the shit out of you. The monsters you had dreamed about as a small child were reality. They were somewhere out there, in the dark corners of the country.

Lately, you guys had a little, well actually not so little, problem with a few hunters who wanted to see your pack dead, you included. Why? You were not sure. It was not like you were a werewolf or a banshee. Just a simple teenager who got thrown into this mess. But you did not want to have it any other way. Yeah, the days as an average human surrounded by powerful supernatural beings were hard but you knew how much you were needed.

You were all located at Derek´s loft, figuring out a way to stop the hunters. Now, not all hunters were bad. Chris Argent, for example, was eager to help you guys to put the killers to a stop just as much as you did. The thing was that it always seemed they were a step ahead of you. Even some of Stiles´ plans had previously failed, much to your dismay.

“Maybe we should just go into groups of two & trick them into thinking we´re not all planning on hunting them down?” Peter sighed with a roll of his eyes.

“Sure, because that always works in the movies, right?” it was you who shot him a glance, making the rest of the pack grow quiet.

Peter & you hated each other. Ever since you guys first met. You were fed up with his constant sarcasm & how he could not see the real danger & had to make fun of everything. He immediately caught up to your negative feelings toward him, thanks to his werewolf senses. And neither of you were sure why you hated each other so much, you simply kept rolling with it. The others were at a point where they did not even pay much attention to your bickering anymore. You had better things to do for fuck´s sake.

You were not really paying attention to what the others were saying, too lost in your own thoughts. Graduation was way sooner than you anticipated & you had not really spent a lot of time studying, due to those fucking hunters. What was even worse...you had to deal with a big ass crush. It was not like you wanted to catch feelings, it just sort of...happened. With so many amazing, kind & attractive guys in your pack...you had to pick the one you “hated” most: Peter Hale. Maybe that was another reason why you always fought with him. To keep your feelings at bay. First of all, he was too old for you, clearly he would not have any interest in such a young person. Second of all, he hated you with his guts, you were sure & everyone else could feel it too. So you hid your feelings, acting as if nothing bothered you whatsoever. By the time you started focusing on the conversation the pack held, the plan was already settled. And by your surprise, Peter´s plan was about to happen. Stiles said if you were able to circle them & two of you being baits, you actually had a chance of stopping them. The pack decided to set out at night so less people would be able to see you.

~time skip~

Another one of Stiles´ plans (well, actually Peter´s plan) failed. At first, everything looked optimistic. You all got into groups of two & Scott said it was better for you to be a bait. Of course you understood why, you did not have “superpowers” like the rest but you were not that bad when it came to fighting, you had to give that to yourself.

“Okay, fine. Does that mean Stiles & I are a group?” you gave up & asked the obvious.

“Um, actually...(Y/N), I need Stiles next to me & we thought it was the best if Peter & you teamed up” Scott hesitated & scratched the back of his neck, knowing you were not okay with the pack´s decision. His words made you snap up. You could not believe what you just heard. You & Peter? It was bad enough that you guys always argued but it was even worse because you knew you could not keep focus with him next to you. Stupid crush…

“I think the fuck not.” Peter growled, throwing a disgusted look at you. Very nice of him. You would lie if you said you were not hurt by his words.

“Peter, you are the last one to decide in this group. So if we say you & (Y/N) are the baits then you don´t argue with us, understood?” this time it was Derek who tried to talk some sense into Peter. It seemed to work because after that, Peter made his way over to the couch & sat down, leaving the rest of you in the kitchen.

“Good luck with him, sweetie. If you need help, you know what to do.” Lydia winked at you, then her face showed a sympathetic look. I'm not one to stick around One strike and you're out, baby Don't care if I sound crazy But you never let me down, no, no That's why when the sun's up, I'm stayin' Still layin' in your bed, sayin'

It was dark & Peter & you were already on position. It was an abandoned alleyway and you would have lied if you claimed you were not scared. Peter seemed to sense your anxiety & tried to calm you down, at least a bit. 

“We have so many badass people on our side, they won´t let anything happen to you. Besides, you still got me.” with that, he shot you a wink to which you started blushing. Your eyes focused on the floor so Peter would  not notice you cheeks heating up. Due to your reaction, he assumed you were but he did not comment on it. He simply smiled. A smile you could not see because your own shoes seemed to peek your interest more.

“(Y/N)! Watch out!” Peter´s scream was the last thing you heard before passing out.

Here you were. Tied up in a room that seemed to have no doors. This fact alone let your anxiety rise up the moment you opened your eyes. Looking around, your eyes settled on Peter who was just a few feet away from you, still unconscious.

“Peter! Peter, wake up!” after a few more tries you heard him groaning out. His wrists were bruised, just like yours, from being tied up. If you had not known better, you would have guessed you two had been held hostage for a long time.

“You alright?” were Peter´s first words, directed at you. You were confused, since when did he care about your well-being? Nevermind, you had bigger issues at the moment.

“I´m fine, how about you?” you lied. To be completely honest, you were a wreck. Your heart was racing, your throat was dry, your wrists were bleeding so bad, they were numb.

“Cut the bullshit, (Y/N)! I´m a werewolf...not a dumbass.” he stated matter of factly. That made you tense up even more. You really were not in the mood for dealing with his hatred.

“Look, Peter, just for as long as we´re here, can we stop the arguing? It´s not helpful.” your voice sounded exhausted. At first, Peter wanted to come at you with a snarky remark but when he looked over to you, he saw nothing but fear so he decided against it.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Got all this time on my hands

Might as well cancel our plans, yeah

I could stay here for a lifetime

Neither of you said much but you both knew you had been locked up for a couple of hours by now. While you were way too tired to think of an escape plan, Peter had spent most of the time using his claws to free himself of the rope wrapped around his wrists. You had told him a while ago that his attempts were useless but he had just growled at you & kept going. Not wanting to argue any further, you let him do whatever & just stayed silent, trying to calm yourself.

Suddenly, you felt someone grabbing your hands, making you shriek. You thought it was one of the guys who had kidnapped you but were surprised when Peter crouched down in front of you.

“Shh, it´s just me, you´re alright.” his voice had a soothing tone to it, something you had not heard from him before. A look at his wrists made you wince. You were sure yours did not look any better. Peter used his claws again, this time working faster because he had two hands he could use. When you were finally freed, your arms fell to your sides, not being strong enough to take a closer look at your wrists.

“We need to bandage your wrists up, otherwise they get infected. Yours are way worse than mine.” his voice was barely above a whisper &, to your surprise, it managed to calm you down a lot better than you thought it would.

“Why?” was all you could say. His eyes searched your (E/C) ones, his face showed a pure look of confusion.

“I just told you, so they don´t get infected. Maybe you should actually listen to what I say.” Peter chuckled as he ripped two pieces off his shirt to wrap around your wrists.

“No, I mean...why are you helping me?” you kept your voice low, somehow embarrassed that you were in need of his help. Usually, you would try everything to handle such things on your own but your exhaustion made it a bit hard for you.

“Because your wrists look, sorry for my language, disgusting & we´re the only ones here right now. If we wanna get out, we need to help each other. Now, would you please shut up & let me treat your wounds?” Peter made sure that the usual bitterness of his voice was gone. He did not want you to freak out even more. If he were honest, he hated seeing you like this, completely worn out & filled with anxiety. He should not have these feelings right now. The only thing that mattered was getting out alive. Why was he thinking about his crush on you? Peter had always felt drawn to you from the moment you first met. Obviously, he was aware of the age gap & that you somehow seemed to hate him. So, to keep things even, he matched your attitude but in a more playful manner. Deep down, every time you guys argued, his crush on you got slightly bigger.

“Thank you.” you breathed out & looked at Peter as he finished bandaging you up. He sent you a small smile which you reciprocated.

“Anytime, darling.” Peter winked at you & yet again caused you to look at the floor & try to hide the blush that crept on your cheeks.

So, lock the door and throw out the key

Can't fight this no more, it's just you and me And there's nothin' I, nothin' I, I can do I'm stuck with you, stuck with you, stuck with you So, go ahead and drive me insane Baby, run your mouth, I still wouldn't change Being stuck with you, stuck with you, stuck with you I'm stuck with you, stuck with you, stuck with you, baby

“Peter?” you asked after a while of comfortable silence. Both of you had tried everything possible to find an escape but escaping a room without any windows or doors was hard.

“Hmm?” he looked up at you to find you fiddling with your hands in your lap.

“What if we die in here? What if Scott & the rest won´t find us? What if-” but Peter cut your rambling off.

“(Y/N)...Try to breathe, okay? In...and out. In and out. There you go.” he went over to you & sat himself right beside you, his thigh next to yours, slightly touching. He waited until he spoke up again.

“Look, first of all, & I told you this earlier, Scott & the rest are freaking badass & they will do everything to find us & get us out, okay?” as you nodded he continued. “And IF it really comes to the outcome of us dying in here, & the possibility of doing so is incredibly small, then we should set some things clear, don´t you think?” he smirked at your confusion.

“What´re you saying?”

“I don´t know...Getting to know each other better, I guess. The only thing I really know about you is that you have an attitude & you seem to use sarcasm as a defense mechanism.” you playfully hit him as he said the last part. “Okay, okay. Let´s start simple then. Hmm, let me think, oh, I got one: Why do you hate me so much?” & with that question of his, you guys started talking, actually talking, not arguing, for the first time ever.

There's nowhere we need to be, no, no, no I'ma get to know you better Kinda hope we're here forever There's nobody on these streets If you told me that the world's endin' Ain't no other way that I can spend it

After what felt like hours, Peter & you found out that your hatred for one another was based off a big misunderstanding. This was just one of the many facts you learned about him. He was right, if you were about to die in this room, then at least with clearing things up. By the time, you were both too exhausted, too tired to talk any more. You did not recall how it happened but your head was laying on Peter´s chest, right above his heart, calming you down. Before you knew it, the both of you were fast asleep.

Oh, oh, oh, oh (ooh) Got all this time in my hands Might as well cancel our plans (yeah, yeah) I could stay here forever

Peter & you were shaken awake by bashing on one of the walls. Peter motioned for you to stay behind him, just in case. Yeah, you were skilled in fighting but he was still way stronger than you. Perks of being a werewolf. From behind, you could see his sharp claws, ready to attack. It almost sounded like a faint voice calling your names. Was this Scott? Maybe you were starting to hallucinate due to the lack of water, food etc. The wall came crashing down but before Peter could jump into action, you screamed “Scott?”

“Oh, thank god..” said Lydia who was right behind Scott. Stiles came rushing forward towards you, kind of ignoring Peter (they did not really get along, surprisingly).

“Are you okay?” Stiles grabbed you by your shoulders & just as you wanted to answer him, the world around you became pitch black.

So, lock the door and throw out the key Can't fight this no more, It's just you and me And there's nothin' I, nothin' I, I can do I'm stuck with you, stuck with you, stuck with you So, go ahead and drive me insane Baby, run your mouth, I still wouldn't change Being stuck with you, stuck with you, stuck with you I'm stuck with you, stuck with you, stuck with you

You could muster some voices in the distance, they sounded far away & you wanted nothing more than to open your eyes & scream for them to get you. But your eyelids felt way too heavy, giving you a hard time to open them. Then, you felt someone taking your hand, the touch felt familiar, warm but you could not quite make out who it was.

“Come on, (Y/N). Wake up. You can´t just open up to me like that & then...disappear. What would I do without your sarcastic comments? Stiles´ comments don´t count, he´s a douchebag. What would I do without your attitude? (Y/N), what would I do without...you?” Peter whispered, not wanting anyone to hear what he just...confessed. Little did he know you actually heard every bit of his confession & you hated your body for not reacting the way you wanted. Peter did not leave your side, though, wanting to be there when you woke up.

Woah Baby, come take all my time Go on, make me lose my mind We got all that we need here tonight

“It´s been days, Peter. You heard what Melissa said. The stress, the anxiety mixed with the exhaustion you both endured, was a lot for her. It will take a while until she wakes up & even if she does...it will most likely take a while until she´s back to her old self.” Derek informed Peter once more about your current condition. He was aware of that, of course, it still did not sink in. He needed you & it took the both of you almost dying for him to realize it.

“I know...It´s just, ugh, I hate myself for not noticing sooner.” Peter sighed, sadness written all over his features.

“Noticing what exactly?” Derek furrowed his brows, waiting for Peter to continue. After that, Peter told Derek everything that had happened between the two of you from the moment on you were kidnapped. This story made Derek realize. Peter had a huge ass crush on you & still had not had the chance to tell you.

“She´ll wake up” Derek tried reasoning. He went over to Peter & gave him a pet on his shoulder.

I lock the door (lock the door) and throw out the key Can't fight this no more (can't fight this no more), it's just you and me And there's nothin' I, nothin' I'd rather do I'm stuck with you, stuck with you, stuck with you So, go ahead and drive me insane Baby, run your mouth, I still wouldn't change All this lovin' you, hatin' you, wantin' you I'm stuck with you, stuck with you, stuck with You, oh, oh

“Hey (Y/N), I brought you coffee, figured you would need it after waking up from such a long nap.” Peter slightly chuckled as he moved closer to the bed you were currently laying in. He placed your cup on the bedside cabinet & took a sip of the one in his hand. His free hand found its way to yours, he interwinted your hands, bringing it up to his lips to give it a small kiss.

“Didn´t know you were such a softie.” you croaked out. As soon as you chuckled you felt how dry your throat was & started coughing. Peter´s eyes widened at your words. You were awake, finally! He grabbed a class of water, helped you sit up & handed it to you. You downed it entirely, the liquid soothing your throat.

“How...How are you feeling? No lies this time!” Peter once again took your hand into his, enjoying the contact & you did not mind either.

“Not gonna lie, I´ve been better. But I´ve been worse too, sooo…I´ll live.” you made sure to send a smile towards Peter in order not to scare him. You were exhausted, yeah, but you would be okay.

“You scared me there for a bit.”

“Because I looked...how did you put it? Disgusting?” your exaggerated voice made him laugh & you joined him.

“On a more serious note...(Y/N), um, I wanted to tell you-”

“I heard you the other day. When you confessed, I heard you but I couldn´t open my damn eyes. I just couldn´t. So, to ease your mind, I was thinking the exact same thing, Peter.” you took his face into your hands & pushed him towards you, your lips colliding, moving in sync. Finally, after many doubts & many arguments, you were kissing him. The Peter Hale. And it was even better than you had ever imagined. After a while, you two pulled away.

“This doesn´t mean I´ll stop dropping my sarcastic comments, just so you know.”

“I wouldn´t want it any differently.” Peter leaned in once again for another kiss. He made sure to put every bit of emotion in it, wanting you to know how he felt for you.

“Guess that means I´m stuck with you then?”

“I guess so.”

Stuck with you, stuck with you, stuck with you

Published (06/29/2020) by Cathy

Tags: @exceptionallytiredzombie , @theloveshow , @theycallmequeenie , @letsgotothecityandfallinlove , @marvel-gives-me-feels , @blog-lady-vi , @kissingvalentino , @aelin-thefirebreathingbitchqueen , @iclosetgeek , @captainoffantasy [love to everyone tagged <3, let me know if you want a part 2]

[eddiemunsonssoulmate]

Make love, not war: The anti- OBX drama edition

Okay kids, listen up.

I’m too old for all of this drama and I’ve been on this hellsite for way too long to just keep watching it in silence so this is gonna be my only, long ass post about this mess that has occured/is occuring. I’m trying to get my thoughts out and and maybe talk some sense into the last three braincells some people have left.

These are my thoughts. My opinion. It’s totally fine if you disagree but if you feel strongly offended or called out by this, you might be part of the problem.

I’ve been watching the drama for a while now and normally I’m just someone who’s on the quiet side, grabbing a box of popcorn and watching how y’all tear each other to pieces but seriously? 

Some of you really need to get a life.

Fandom life isn’t always easy, fandom life can be messy, some people are not what they seem, yadda yadda.

But seriously, did you lose all the respect you had when you’ve signed up on this website or social media in general?

First: The Rudy “drama”

Someone, a really sweet and nice to everyone person, stated a theory based on an anon ask who based their ask on a social media website. A theory. A worst case scenario of what might have happened. They wanted to be nice and answer to every anon they’re getting but guys. 

Guys.

It was a theory. A mere idea of what might have happened because someone asked, nothing else. It was not facts, there was no evidence and the ask that caused all of this was not based on facts either. It can totally be fun to speculate about things. You’re allowed to believe what you want. Rudy’s a dick, Rudy’s a sweet angel, Rudy is a blue alien in disguise, everyone is allowed to have an opinion on something but oh my god.

Don’t make facts out of theories. 

Don’t look at three emotes and be like “oh my god they have to be dating!”

Don’t make a drama out of two actors not liking each other’s posts on Instagram like what the heck.

When did Social Media take over your life so much that you interpret everything in those little things? There’s a real life out there, ya know?

We don’t know anything for a fact so let it go. Wait until someone says something official which probably won’t happen.

More importantly, stay out of actors' private lives as much as you can. Seriously. You’re welcome to state your opinion about them, make theories, stuff like that but tbh, it’s better to stay out of it because at the end of your day, it’s none of our business. Celebrity stalking is not and never will be cool. Don’t waste your time and energy of trying to figure something out they clearly don’t want you to see. Best example for this are like, baby news.

I know it can be exciting to figure stuff out. I know you can be totally curious because you like that person and want to find things about their life but don’t blow it out of proportion.

Actors are humans. Actors are not their characters. They have their own private life and if they want to share, that’s cool. If not, then that’s also cool. And tbh, the OBX cast is feeding us a lot more way more than other actors from other shows/movies, god bless them.

But who the fuck do you think you are that you’re sending them, the actors or the people talking about it, hate based on a simple theory on a website that has a life on it’s own and things that happen on here should stay on here? That’s not cool, it’s a shame for other people in the fandom. Why would you want to make a person feel bad because I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t like to feel this way either.

They’re grown ups, they can do what they want. You don’t have to like it but for the love of god:

Have some respect for a human being.

Second: The Chase Thing aka #chasestokespartyisover

That last sentence totally applies here too.

Have respect for a human being.

Boy made a tweet over ten years ago where he said something that was problematic. Was that cool? No. Did he apologize? Yes. Is it time to let it go? Totally. Was his hacking excuse true or not? WE DON’T KNOW.

You know what’s not cool tho? Some people taking their time to scroll down TEN YEARS AND MORE on a timeline to get some tea on them that you can use and complain about.

I know quarantine can get boring but jfc guys. There are more things to life than obsessing over an actor, ya know.

We all said shit in our youth, that’s a fact but people change. They grow. Don’t compare a teenage boy with a grown ass man.

You know what’s also totally 100% not acceptable? People photoshopping fake screenshots to show what a big mean white boi Chase is, trying to fuel the fire of hate. What the fuck is wrong in those minds?

Cancel Culture is a toxic phenomenon that should be the only thing getting canceled. You can’t cancel people, ya know. It’s fucking toxic to say something like that and just...don’t, man. I barely have any words left to describe this stupid thing.

Make love, not war. Spread love, not hate.

Fandom is not a place to rip each other to pieces. Not everything in this world is about race, sex/gender or problematic things. Just because someone doesn’t reblog a lot about Madison it’s mostly not because of racism or because she’s queer. Sure, that’s probably the case for some people but you know, those people aren’t worth it then.

Fandom is not a place that should spread hate around, especially not on anon, sending people asks filled with hate. There’s a bunch of younger kids on here, especially in the OBX fandom from what I’ve seen so far and it’s not okay to tell a 15 year old girl to tell her to go kill herself because she likes Rudy more than JD or shit like that. It’s never okay to something like that but it hits the younger ones even harder. Maybe it’s their first fandom and people ruin that experience on the spot, feeling powerful while on anon.

Fandom should be a place where we come together and have fun. Make friends and share things. Gifset, fanfics, theories about the new season, things like that. It should be a place to freak out over new teasers, new pictures from the set, the cast sharing stuff on their platform of choice and just things we enjoy.

There are different ways to block and blacklist on Tumblr, especially if you’re using it in a browser on your laptop/pc. Use that to block toxic people, tags you don’t wanna see and create your own little bubble where you’re happy in. Do this in case you feel uncomfortable with some people around here, so you only see what makes you happy.

Please remind yourself about the fact that behind all those blogs, there are real people. People who all have their own lives, own opinions, own ideas. Same goes for actors. They’re not there for your personal entertainment, they don’t have to share their complete private life with you. They’re human, just like you and me and it’s unacceptable to send them hate, no matter what they’ve done. You don’t have to like them but keep it to yourself or talk about it with friends, I don’t give a shit but leave it out of their sight.

Please remind yourself that we want to have a good time here and especially during times like these where we spend more time on here than we probably should *laughs*

If you made it to the end, thank you for your attention and taking your time and remember:

Be nice to each other, the world is cruel enough.

-Captain out.

[kinomiakai]

for @ninjaduelist-art - her jock AU, but with the relationship a little more established. If you haven’t seen it, this is the tag and this is the first page of the comic! I hope it does the au justice, it’s such a great one.

Requests are from this!

It was their fifth date. 

    Naruto leaned back, letting out a breath and scanning Sasuke again. They’d nearly had to cancel—Sasuke had forgotten he’d promised to jam with his not-a-band-totally-is-a-band tonight, and he’d called Naruto with a quiet apology until Naruto had somehow convinced him to let him come along.

    So here he was—watching Sasuke’s fingers gently strum along the guitar.

    “Good, aren’t they?” Itachi asked, leaning over the chair beside him. Naruto threw him a smile, but didn’t let his eyes stray for too long—

    “Yeah,” he said, catching Sasuke’s eyes for a moment, “yeah, they’re real good.”

    There was a moment’s pause. Suigetsu changed up the pace and Sasuke leaned back and found the rhythm like it was nothing, his eyes flickering up to Naruto’s again—Naruto’s smile widened and Sasuke ducked his head—

    “They could easily make something of it, I think.”

    Naruto tilted his head a little.

    “Yeah,” he said, not looking away. His nails were painted black again today—his hair styled back into his usual spikes, except for the bangs he kept loose to hide his eyes all the time.

    That bastard.

    Sasuke slacked just enough to accidentally meet his gaze again, and Naruto liked to imagine his fingers tripped over a chord there. Naruto didn’t have enough of a brain to notice, though. (Especially not right now.)

    “I don’t think Sasuke really wants that, though.”

    “No,” Itachi agreed, “no, he doesn’t. Nor do the rest of them. But perhaps I could record them in secret…”

    Naruto laughed.

    “Don’t do that!” he said, finally glancing up at Itachi. Itachi raised an eyebrow back at him, but he still smiled ever so slightly. It wasn’t quite the same as Sasuke’s teasing smile, but Naruto loved catching where he got it from…

    As if on cue, he looked back—

    And caught Sasuke’s eye. 

    Sasuke immediately looked away, but it was Naruto’s turn to duck his head. Did Sasuke like to look at him as much as he loved to stare at Sasuke? He couldn’t imagine he had anything on that stupid pretty boy. That…the necklace draped along his neck, and he balanced the guitar and his other ankle on the same thigh, he leaned forwards as he played and closed his eyes as his fingers moved, like he was just playing on instinct…

    “He is,” Naruto breathed out, “so talented.”

    “Funny,” Itachi said. “He said the same about you.”

    Naruto’s head jerked up. The music stopped then, though, and it made Naruto look back. He didn’t catch Sasuke’s eyes again, though—they stayed down, or covered by his bangs, or looking somewhere away as he muttered something Naruto couldn’t hear, and Karin nodded, leaning over to Suigetsu, who leaned over to Juugo…

    “Oh,” Itachi said, as the music began again, “this is familiar.”

    Sasuke’s eyes looked up, and Naruto was breathless.

    “Is it?” he whispered, as Sasuke didn’t relent—not for over a moment, not for any more than it took for him to glance down and back up—

    “Mm,” Itachi hummed, standing back up straight. “I seem to recall him playing it after a...certain soccer game.”

    Naruto’s head jerked up.

    Itachi’s smile widened, and he moved away—catching Sasuke’s eyes as he did so. Naruto looked back to see Sasuke’s mouth in a firm frown, his eyes narrowed in Itachi’s direction—

    But then they looked back at Naruto, and Naruto could have just...melted. Even if it wasn’t for him. Even if the song wasn’t for him—Itachi didn’t even know they’d been...well, they weren’t technically dating yet, but god, the way Sasuke kept looking at him had Naruto just about ready to commit to anything. He’d been just about ready to commit to anything five dates ago, to be fair. Ever since Sasuke came back into his life looking like…well, that. Leather jacket, ripped jeans—he wasn’t wearing his lip piercing today, but Naruto had spent more time than he wanted to admit staring at it when they were just friends.

    Phew.

    Naruto let out a breath, suddenly feeling...pretty warm. Real hot. Was it hot in here? Sasuke seemed pretty comfortable in his jacket, but Naruto was really, um—

    The song finished, and Sasuke sat up again—pushing some hair out of his eyes. That glance was a bit more nervous, Naruto thought, and he—

    “That was awesome!” Suigetsu said. “Fuck, that went great. Let’s call it there—hey! Big bro—you got food for us?”

    Itachi turned.

    “Ignore him,” Karin called back, “he was raised in a dirt sack. We’re going to—”

    “Oi! Let me go, I’m hungry! You—”

    “You’re irritating as fuck is what you are—”

    “This was all so peaceful a moment ago,” Itachi muttered, and Naruto quickly covered his laugh with a cough— 

    “I’m afraid,” Itachi said, louder now, “that I only have enough food for myself. And my brother and his boyfriend, if they’ll be partaking.”

    The room stopped.

    Sasuke put his face in his hands.

    “Oh dear,” Itachi said, leaning closer to Naruto, “was it supposed to be a secret?”

    “I—no, I—”

    “You’re dating Sasuke?” Karin asked, looking between them— “Sasuke, is that—?”

    “None of your business?” he asked, pulling himself back up. “Yes, it is. I’ll see you next—whenever we next meet.”

    Karin flinched back, but Sasuke was already standing. And so were Juugo and Suigetsu, and so Naruto stood too—awkwardly shuffling to the side as everyone packed their things—he caught his cousin’s eye and hoped his face looked at least a little apologetic and not completely panicked—

    “I’m—going to put this away,” Sasuke said, and then he was gone, too. Naruto breathed in, glancing back at—

    “But I thought the movie turned out to be a date,” Itachi said, looking—well, this was the closest Naruto thought he’d ever come to seeing confusion on that face—

    “It—um. It was. Wait, what d’you mean ‘turned out to be’?”

    “Ah. You can...ask my brother about that. You aren’t dating?”

    “I—um. We haven’t—we haven’t really talked about it yet. I’m sorry, Itachi,” Naruto said, shuffling back again, “d’you mind if I—?”

    He gestured vaguely to the side—

    “Go ahead,” Itachi said. “Tell my brother I’m sorry.”

    “I—okay. I’ll—um—yeah,” he finished vaguely, already moving out of the room. Sasuke had gone—this way, right? He—Naruto walked past a couple doors, but he—

“Naruto.”

Naruto doubled back. Sasuke’s door was open just a little, and Naruto quickly slipped in and shut it behind him.

“Hey, I—uh—”

    “I’m sorry,” Sasuke said, looking back down, “about my brother. He’s—he cares about me. A lot. And he tends to get really involved in things, and that—”

    “Hey,” Naruto said, “hey, hey, hey, I—I don’t actually mind. Like—at all.”

    He laughed a little, and Sasuke looked up.

    “No pressure, okay?” Naruto said. “I just—um.”

    He let out another breathy laugh, running a nervous hand through his hair.

    “I’m—I’m happy with this. With you. We can—we can tell people whatever you want. Oh—but, I, uh—I’m really bad at lying, so you should know that—”

    “I do know that.”

    Naruto sagged into a laugh, and the soft smile made it back to Sasuke’s face.

    “Moron.”

    “Y—bastard!” Naruto said, but he was just comfortable enough to hop his way beside Sasuke, onto his bed.

    Sasuke didn’t move away.

    “Aw, hey,” he said, seeing Sasuke’s desk for the first time—and thrown over the back of the chair— “you kept my jacket!”

    Sasuke snorted.

    “What did you think I’d do? Throw it out?”

    “I dunno! You could’ve!” Naruto laughed, nudging his shoulder into Sasuke’s. “Have you worn it since?”

    Sasuke snorted again, but that...that wasn’t really an answer—

    “Speaking of that game, has your head recovered? You took quite the hit.”

    “Th—oh my god, you ass! That was one time!”

    “Mhm,” Sasuke said, his smile twitching—

    “Dick! And we won that—god, and here I was, gonna tell you how awesome you just were—”

    Sasuke immediately looked up.

    “You liked it?”

    Something in Naruto softened, and he let out a laugh.

    “Yeah,” he said. “You lied to me. It wasn’t boring at all.”

    Sasuke scoffed, but ducked his head, as if shifting away from the praise. His fingertips skimmed Naruto’s hand, though, and Naruto immediately raised his own so he could catch them as they did it again—

    “I think the last one was my favourite,” he said, letting their fingers intertwine. “I liked the whole thing, though. It was cool when you’d just like...merge one song into something totally different.”

    “...Thank you.”

    “My cousin’s gonna be mad at me though,” Naruto said, and Sasuke huffed out a laugh. “Itachi says he’s sorry.”

    “As he should be,” Sasuke muttered, and Naruto let his head fall to rest on Sasuke’s shoulder. “You don’t mind?”

    “I don’t. I told you. It’s whatever you’re okay with.”

    There was a small pause. Naruto scanned the jacket still hanging on Sasuke’s chair and thought it—it was weird. It was weird how much better it looked now, hanging there, than it ever had in Naruto’s closet…

    “And what are you...okay with?” came Sasuke’s voice, and it made Naruto sit up.

    “Uh—I—uh—a lot. Sorry, that’s vague, I’m—” he laughed, and he let go of Sasuke’s hand to shove his hair back again. “Um. I’d—if you were okay with—dating. Exclusively. I’d—I’d like that.”

    There. There. Let Sasuke do with that what he would. He—

    “Only if you’re okay with it! No pressure, I—I know that—”

    Sasuke pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, and Naruto was silenced. Even as Sasuke pulled back, the echo of Sasuke’s warmth pulsed on Naruto’s lips, he breathed in and he—

    “Is—is—does that—”

    Sasuke leaned in again.

    “Take the hint,” he said softly, pressing close, “moron.”

    Oh. Oh. They were dating—Sasuke was okay with them dating—Sasuke wanted to date him, Sasuke was crawling into his lap and Naruto was wrapping his arms around him and Sasuke wanted to date him—

    “Oh,” Naruto breathed, breaking the kiss— “Itachi said something about the movies? Did you not know that was a date?”

    “...I am going to kill that man.”

[imagine-docx]

miscommunication.

Summary: You’re ignoring your best friend because he keeps blowing you off to hang out with some random girl. He thinks you’re ignoring him because you’re pregnant. [bestfriendsturnedlovers!au]

Warnings: swearing, and talks of pregnancy.

A/N: the amount of love and support everyone has given me is astronomical. i hope everyone is maintaining social distancing and are getting any packages they ordered online. - amanda 💛

★。＼｜／。★

Cupid is a little bitch. There it was said. Out in the open for anyone to read. He was a little bitch who couldn’t aim properly. Like how does one fuck up so badly by shooting his love arrow at you and you being deeply in love with your long time best friend? You can’t, but of course the baby fucked up and made it happen.

And it doesn’t help that said best friend is constantly spending time with you whether it was bringing you coffee between clients or spending Saturday nights with you. For instance, here he was now, in your living room being the designated human swatch board for all the new eyeshadow palettes that came in the mail because he has the most arm space.

“So how was last night?” Steve asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

He was referencing the fact that you were supposed to go out with Wanda and Nat the night before, but you ended up cancelling because you were way too exhausted having long work hours during the week and just knocking out after a warm bath.

“So much fun,” you said, jokingly

“Any hot hookups?” Steve asked, trying not to get jealous at the thought of you spending the night with another man.

“Of course,” you said, still joking.

Steve was going to examine your eyes that were focused on swatching a metallic blue eyeshadow to his arm. But that’s when he saw it. The bright purple mark on the side of your neck.

Jealousy suddenly filled Steve, he wanted to be the only one to mark you like that, hell even see you in that way. Go to bed with you at night, go do stupid couple things across New York with you.

Little did he know the mark wasn’t a hickey, but in fact it was a burn mark that you acquired from curling your hair three days prior that was still in the process of healing.

Little did both of you now know, that would mark the start of the game of cat and mouse between the two of you.

★。＼｜／。★

Since the night in your apartment, Steve has been dry and constantly blowing off plans to the point where you don’t even want to try and plan anything with him anymore. Hell even his texts were dry, and your phone conversations went from hours on end, all the way to a solid three minutes. It’s been three weeks of one sided attempts of plans, but there’s always something coming up. Maybe once or twice you would let shit slide and understand maybe something happened, but three consecutive times? It’s suspicious as hell.

You were thinking back to figure out if you’ve done anything to upset him, but to your knowledge, you did nothing. You even talked to Hope about everything, and even she said you didn’t do anything wrong.

You had the longest day at work doing back to back to back meetings about possible makeup looks for upcoming photoshoots. You were ready to go home and call it a night. While walking down Front Street, you decided to see if Steve was available one last time. Pulling out your phone, you scrolled until you hit call on his contact name. “Hello?”

“Hey, what are you up to tonight?” You asked, walking by Front Street Pizza you peered in and saw Steve sitting there with a blonde.

“Hey I’m actually busy with the boys right now, and we’re going out, can I call you back?” He asked.

“Yeah, bye.” You said, not even waiting for a response. Upon hanging up the phone, you scoffed, before letting out a, “Boys night my ass.” You turned the other way and decided to take another street home.

★。＼｜／。★

Of course, seeing Steve with the random blonde sparked an internal debate with yourself. On one hand they could be acquaintances who are just getting a bite to eat. But the other half of you came to the conclusion that he kept blowing you off in order to hang out with the blonde because he doesn’t need his best friend cockblocking him.

Steve being a man of his word tried calling you back the same night, but you brushed it off and pretended that you left your phone in your apartment while you were in the basement doing laundry.

You would have been completely fine with him saying he was on a date with someone else. Even though you liked him, you would never get in the way of another relationship. But having him lie about it to you hurt even more than the idea of him having a girlfriend.

★。＼｜／。★

You never would have anticipated the wheels turning and you were avoiding Steve and he was suddenly chasing you. The moment you started being dry, there were texts, calls, and attempts at plans.

Scoffing at it, he suddenly went from pretending you didn’t exist to now being your guardian.

If anyone messaged you or called you, you would answer as per usual. But if it was him attempting to contact you, you would forget you own a phone and act like you need a pigeon with a note attached to it to get in contact with you.

Seconds ago you got a phone call from Steve, you ignored it as per usual. But then seconds later, it ringed again. You were a mere millisecond away from throwing your phone off the balcony, until you saw it was Hope.

“What’s up?” You answered.

You heard sniffling on the other line, “Can you come over?”

★。＼｜／。★

And that’s how you found yourself at Hope and Scott’s apartment at 1 am on a Monday night. With Scott not being home, and Cassie being at her mom's house for the week, it was just the two of you. Having Hope pace in front of you, you looked down in shock at the positive pregnancy test she handed you the moment you walked through the door. “What do I do?”

“Look at me Hope,” she turned to look at you, “Do you want to have this kid?”

“Yes, but what if Scott doesn’t want to have one? Cassie is already enough for him,” she started tearing up again.

“Scott would be ecstatic to have another kid. Have you talked about having kids with him?” You asked.

“Yes, but we never specified a ti-”

“Okay, you talked about it, and what did he say?” You said, ushering her to sit next to you.

She let out a shaky breath, “He wanted to have kids with me.”

“So then there’s nothing to worry about. If anything, you know we’re here for you,” you said, referring to the friend group that consisted of Nat, Wanda, you, Pepper and Okoye.

She threw her arms around you, “Thank you.”

“No problem love,” you said, hugging her back, “Now we need a way to tell Scott he’s having another kid.”

★。＼｜／。★

Two weeks after your Hope pregnancy adventure, you were still playing the avoidance of Steve game.

You answered his texts, but they were super dry. Things like, ‘sorry have a lot of work going on’ or ‘hey i’m out with someone right now’ or your personal favourite ‘hey, i’m super tired/not feeling well sorry’. Which you all sent in the comfort of your own apartment, because you knew if you didn’t respond he would be ripping your apartment door off its hinges with his bare hands to ensure you were okay.

Today you finished work early, despite being out of the house since four am. Since the day was still young, and partially because you drank too many redbulls so you can’t sleep, you remembered you had to return a pair of jeans that couldn’t fit properly.

Since you were already at the mall, you decided to check if NYX had any new makeup palettes you could possibly use for upcoming clients and projects, and pick up some unisex baby clothes to start helping out Hope for the arrival of her kid.

Little did you know you had a familiar blond following you around the mall.

★。＼｜／。★

Steve thought it was his eyes playing tricks on him when he saw you in the middle of American Eagle. He had to rub his eyes a few times to make sure it was you. He was going to pass by your apartment tonight to make sure you were okay, but seeing you made him feel better.

He saw you returning a pair of jeans, and he thought nothing of it because he knew that online shopping was a hit or miss, and based off the return, was a miss for you.

He didn’t know how, but he found himself following you around the mall to make sure you were okay.

He waited outside the NYX and watched you examine the palettes and think about whether or not you had the colours at home. He followed you into the Macy’s, and watched you in the baby section while he pretended to shop in the men’s section that was right across from it.

He decided to try calling you and see if you were willing to meet up with him. But he watched you silence your phone and toss it in your handbag.

Steve felt like he deserved it for ignoring you for the last few weeks, but you were usually so soft and were willing to put it behind you.

It wasn’t until he got caught in traffic that his own thoughts caught up with him.

One part of him tried to justify that the jeans just did not fit the way you wanted and needed to return them. And you were buying baby clothes for a friend or family member who happened to be pregnant.

The other part of him came to the conclusion that you returned jeans, you were shopping for baby clothes, you were pregnant. You returned jeans because they wouldn’t fit once your stomach got bigger. And baby clothes to fit the kid you were expecting. He thought about possible people who could have been the father, and the only thing clicking with him is the man from the one night stand was the father of your kid. And he didn’t want anyone knowing you were expecting, especially under such circumstances so which was probably why you were ignoring him.

Even though the two of you were not on talking terms, he would expect you talking to him about expecting a kid. Even if it wasn’t him as the dad.

★。＼｜／。★

You continued to be dry towards Steve and essentially fake your own death. Which resulted in him being more concerned about you and your baby’s health and well being, which also resulted in him seeing you purchase bottles, pacifiers, toys, and other necessities.

You were planning gender reveal makeup looks with Hope and Cassie while Scott was out for work.

“We could do the lids a pink, and smoke out the bottom with a blue, or vice versa?” You threw out a suggestion.

“One eye pink, the other blue!” Cassie exclaimed.

“Or that,” you laughed.

You, Hope and Cassie continued to throw random ideas into the air and you wrote down the one that seems the most ideal. You heard the door jingle open, and Scott appeared in his uniform.

Scott ended up joining the debate before whisking Cassie off to shower her and put her to bed.

Tossing your notebook into your bag, you knew this was gonna take several eyeshadow adventures before you nailed the one Hope would like and want.

“Oh, I’ve been meaning to ask, is there any man in your life nowadays?” Scott asked, as you were slipping on your shoes.

“The only man I want is gone,” you said, steading yourself after putting on your shoes.

“Call me when you get home?” Hope asked.

“Of course,” the two of you hugged before you bidded your goodbyes and went home for the night.

★。＼｜／。★

You were able to only go into the office for the afternoon as the majority of your client meetings had happened over Skype due to scheduling conflicts. As you were exiting work, you were ready to collapse into a warm bath and order some takeout.

Once you got out of the shower you heard a knock on the door. You were confused as to who it could be because you didn’t place your takeout order yet. Upon opening the door, a large muscular figure pushed past you, “Yes, come on in,” you muttered.

“I understand that you probably don’t want to see me, but I want to let you know that I would do anything for your baby, especially since the dad isn’t in the equation,” Steve rambled.

You went through a series of confusion, which was evident on your face, “Pardon?”

“I know you’re buying baby clothes and other things, and you probably don’t want anyone else knowing you're pregnant given the circumstances,” Steve said, pushing a bag filled with baby clothes and diapers towards you.

“I am not pregnant?” You said, still shocked and confused.

“I won’t tell anyone that you’re pregnant, I just want to make sure you’re okay,” he said, reaching out to grab your hand.

“I am not pregnant. Please for the love of god, if you do not believe me, go buy a pregnancy test.” You suggested.

You didn’t anticipate him actually listening to you and leaving to buy a pregnancy test. While he stepped out, you went to the kettle and filled it with hot water. You were lost in thought as to how he thought you were pregnant and got here. The sound of the kettle whistling pulled you from your thoughts, pouring a cup of tea into a cup for you and Steve.

Steve came back with the test, and you silently took it from his hands before disappearing down the hall and into your own washroom.

Coming back after three minutes, you threw the negative pregnancy test at him. “Happy?”

“So you aren’t…” He trailed off.

“I never was,” you bluntly stated.

“What about that one night stand?” He asked.

You nearly choked on your tea, “What one night stand?”

“That one night when we were swatching makeup here,” he said, crossing his arms.

You stared at him with confusion until you connected the dots, “I was joking about that!”

“What?” Steve now laced with confusion.

“I didn’t go out that night. I bailed because I was exhausted. I came home and knocked out,” you explained.

“Oh. Wait, what about the hickey?”

“What hickey?” You asked, even more confused now.

“You had this big purple spot on your neck when I was over,” he fired back.

It clicked with you what he was talking about, “You mean the curling iron burn?”

“Curling iron burn?”

“Yeah, I was curling my hair and I accidentally burned my neck,” you responded.

“Oh.”

“Wait. You thought I was having a kid?” You asked.

“Well you kept ignoring me and I thought you were embarrassed about the entire thing. Then I saw you returning jeans at the mall, and you were shopping for baby clothes so I thought…” He trailed off.

“You kept bailing on me, and I saw you with that random blonde chick that one time so I thought you had a girlfriend and didn’t want to hang out with me anymore.” You stated.

“You had a one night stand, which solidified that you didn’t have feelings for me so then I started-” It wasn’t until the words left his mouth he realized what he said.

“You like me?” You said, shocked.

“Yeah but you don’t like me back.” He stated, which resulted in you punching him in the shoulder.

“You are an absolute fucking idiot. I like you too, stupid.” You said, cracking a grin at him.

“Wh-” He didn’t even finish his sentence because he was confused.

“Why do you think I ignored you? I thought you dropped me for some other girl,” you said.

Having the words click with Steve, he pulled you into his arms, “God, we are horrible at communication.”

You wrapped your arms around him, “How about we get takeout and establish our relationship?”

“Of course,” he said, leaning in to kiss you.

You closed the gap and connected your lips to his, moving in complete harmony. The both of you pulled away when you both needed air. But the moment he pulled away, he planted kisses all over your face. Which resulted in giggles erupting from you.

“I hope you have a gift receipt for that,” you said, notioning to the bag filled with baby clothes and other necessities.

He buried his face into your hair and let out a groan, “Don’t remind me.”

[captainshazamerica]

The redhood nightwing fight scenes look like they're gonna be dope af like thats all I'm thinking about how awesome the fight scenes are (hopefully) gonna be (I'm already finding it difficult to see this jason as redhood cuz he's like literally a child but I dunno what age he redhooded in the comics so??)

I had no idea tim was even gonna be in it !?! Can I please get some kind of recognition from the batboys that they actually view each other as brothers and family! 😢

Someone needs to kill the joker It'd be kinda interesting if old bruce killed joker and it'd be nice if that was the last thing he did as batman buuuttt then again it'd be a nice touch if dick killed joker for jason, it would personally be disappointing if joker was just let live not gonna lie i really want bruce to kill him and that be the reason he gives up being batman because he failed to protect jason and then he broke his no killing thing so he just hangs up the cape

we are getting FEAR TOXIN yassssss cue awesome nightmare ish fearscapes (no idea if that's an actual word but that's what I call when you get to see everyone's fear hallucination)

Kory I love you, I do ship dickkory however I feel like she's too good for dick and should marry me instead lol I wanna see how donna is still alive? and I know there's people who are like ughh hank dawn go away already but I really freakin like hank and dawn as characters even though their suits are ridiculous did they break up last season I can't remember? Hank needs a break poor man someone give him a blanket and a hug and let him sit the fuck down everybody leave hank alone

That line where babs is like don't try be your father and dick is like excuse me what you saying there Commissioner Gordon, that will never not be funny 😅😅😅

I ain't in love with this show it has so much potential it could be so lit but I do like it anndd they got suits now whoop!

Wait is this my previous Titans anon? (The one where we ranted about Jason, or the one thinking they hadn’t seen S2 but went to watch it and realized they had? Or are you the same person? xD )And if so are you the same one who asked for the comic and fic recs? Just wondering in terms of if I’m talking to one person or not hahaha

But ahh I got so excited when I saw I got an ask about this 😍

Omg the nightwing red hood fight already got me so stressed lol. It looks great but ahh angst! But I think Jason is like 19ish in most versions when he comes back? Though tbh I forgot what age Jason is in this , I’ll have to see when i rewatch it soon. Curran, the actor, is actually 23, he just looks super young/short. He got pretty buff though. But yeah, that is an unfortunate thing wi the them rushing it already but also, I’d rather have it like this than if they were gonna spread it out through the seasons then it gets cancelled or something (poor Gotham s5, RIP). I think he was the PERFECT robin jason Todd though. Like I love his acting and portrayal of Jason(“Titans are back bitches!” classic Jason), he just is young looking and short. Gosh I still wanna know if they are going with the Lazarus pit for Jason or not! But like that also begs the question of whether they are doing a time skip cause normally Jason is dead for like 2-3ish years, but it doesn’t look like it from the trailer.

And yes, I’ve been looking forwards to Tim!!! While the trailer didn’t show it, the actor was on set a lot over these last couple of months (I’ve been keeping up with their instagrams xD) and seemed super close with the cast! I can’t believe the first look we got if Tim was him nearly crying, though that look already won me over, I love him and he is my son now. But RIGHT! That’s all I want, is the bat bros platonic love, gosh dang it😭 that’s all we want DC😭

BRO! OLD MAN BRUCE KILLING JOKER WOULD BE FREAKING PERFECT. Dang it! Now I’m gonna be so disappointed if that doesn’t happen 🤣gosh it would be perfect, and normally I would be like it’s Bruce, they would never do that, BUT, this show does that kind of “edgy” stuff anyway so if it’s ever gonna happen(without the Batman who Laughs plot line happening(which would make a perfect dc animated movie btw)), it would happen in this show, especially with what was shown in the trailer with him giving Batman up. Man, now my hopes are up for that xD though I wouldn’t mind if Dick killed him. I would be shocked though if they had the balls to actually kill off joker though, dc seems to refuse to do that :/

Omg I squealed at the scarecrow part omg. Dr freaking Crane is a big reason I spiraled down this entire fandom tbh. Like literally a year ago I got obsessed with him for some reason and that led into the Bat hole where I am currently WAY deeper than I ever would have thought 😂 and while I’m not hyper fixated on him anymore, I still love him so much and is my 2nd fav rogue, and it mainly started with Jonathan 🥺 we barely even see his face and I am already in love with the casting, the voice is perfect. And I LOVE when villains have to help the heroes, that is like one of my fav tropes ever omg, I was really hoping they were gonna do that to him. I hope he is in it for more than one episode tho. And oh lordy, like those poor Titans need even more trauma in their lives and now fear gas is in the equation. Oh no, I bet poor Gar is gonna get hit cause they just love to torture that poor boy. And tbh I hope the fearscapes(perfect word for it) will be better than most of the Gotham ones, those seemed a tad cheesy tbh

Lmao about you and kory😂 she is too good for him, but also, this Dick needs someone who can kick his ass and get his head out of his martyr butt 😂 tho tbh, I’m still not fully sold on Dickkory, Like I don’t hate it but I don’t LOVE it in many versions, like they can be cute but no strong feelings, the Original Teen Titans cartoon is like the only exception, I def ship those 2

Omg I low key forgot Donna “died”😂🤦🏻‍♀️ I feel like I knew it wouldn’t last so it didn’t have a big impact on me lol. Like I had/have a feel raven is gonna bring her back. I wanna know what happened to Rose/Joey! Like are they not gonna be in it at all? Especially with Jason going off the deep end?!

Lmao, hawk and dove’s suits😂 I think they did break up, I’ve only seen the series once through tbh, planning to rewatch before S3 tho(and try to force my mom to watch it tho she is convinced everything DC is too dark for her lmao), yeah, I don’t mind them, like I don’t want the focus on them but like they deserve to be happy/need a break, omg yes! That boy needs to be wrapped in a blanket and given a break, that grumpy boy is TIRED. Let him rest!

Lmao! That babs line is so great😂

I’m just so excited for all this live action Batfam content, considering the live action movies NEVER give us Batfam 😭(we aren’t talking about the 80’s/90’s live action robin lmao)

Also so sorry this was so long 🤣🤦🏻‍♀️

[holylulusworld]

More than my daddy’s boss

Summary: Two years later you are still with Dean only for your father to ruin your life.

Pairing: AU Dean x Reader, Benny Lafitte, unnamed father

Warnings: angst, age gap (Dean is around 38; Reader 25), smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, shower sex, secrets, ‘the family business’, violence, blood, language, protective/possessive Dean, comforting, fluff

Sequel to: My daddy’s boss

“Baby, you take me so well, every fucking time.” Pressed against the cool tile wall, your legs around Dean’s waist you hold tight onto his shoulder as he merciless plunges into you.

Dean was on a business trip for over a week and now he wants to catch up with the time he lost to have his way with you. Cries along with chants of your lover’s name leave your lips as you rest your head against the tile wall, just watching Dean working his cock into you.

“Such a sight, Y/N. Impaled on my cock, nipples stiff and your eyes only fixated on me, Sweetheart. Shit, you are the best fuck I ever had.” Cursing Dean slides harder into you, pressing another high out of your sore pussy.

“Dean…oh…god!” Nails biting into Dean’s shoulders you come crying out his name till your voice is hoarse.

“That’s it, Baby, …fuck…I’m gonna fill you up.” Trembling you feel Dean coat your walls, not caring about the dirty noises he makes.

Panting he nips at your neck, still holding your body in a tight grip. You are his and he wants you to feel it in your bones. For over two years he makes sure no other man comes close to you, not even your father.

Last month he had to send Benny to your father’s house as he didn’t stop calling your old phone. The phone Dean let disappear to make sure you only have contact with people he approved. Dean calls it love and protection – Sam calls it control and possessiveness.

“Missed you D’. How was your business trip?” While Dean is busy marking your neck with another hickey you slide your fingers through his damp hair.

“Boring without you. I wish you could’ve come with me. Why didn’t your boss give you a week off?” Dean mutters against your skin.

Hating the fact, you refused to give up your job. Still working for as Dean calls him ‘Magnum’ you earn enough money to be independent and that’s important to you.

“I love my job, D’, you know that. Mr. Masters tried anything to give me a week off, but my colleague got sick and I had to help him out. Next time I’ll get a few days off, Baby.” Smirking Dean presses his forehead to yours, groaning dirty words against your lips.

“Love it when you call me Baby, Y/N. Why don’t you quit your job and work for me?” Tracing your nipple with his thumb Dean causes a gasp to leave your lips and his smirk gets wider.

“Dean, I love you and what we have but I need more. I want to be independent and make my own money. I don’t want anyone to believe I got the job as I’m banging my hot boss.” Chuckling Dean nips at your lips, growling when you fist his hair harshly.

“I’m a hot boss, Sweetheart? Why not working for me then? Could show you my ass and all every day and bend you over my desk to make you scream during lunch break.” Dean won’t give up till you quit your job, so he keeps on bugging you.

“No, Winchester…” Narrowing your eyes you huff as Dean pulls out of you, pouting. “Won’t work, Dean. I’m always with you. Day and night, okay. I barely have any friends left, don’t have contact with my father. Let me have my job, Baby.”

“I’ll make you a better offer…” Dean states before he walks out of the shower, leaving you stunned behind.

Lately, you have the feeling your boyfriend gets possessive about you. Every time a man tries to get closer to you Dean or Benny are there to scare him off. Even Sam mentioned Dean is like an Alpha, trying to mark his territory.

Taking a deep breath, you walk out of the bathroom, to move your hands over Dean’s back, kissing his shoulder softly.

“D’, I’m all yours. Just let me have one thing you can’t control. I’ve got the feeling I’m losing control over my life every day more since we are a thing. I love you but sometimes you suffocate me.”

“I love you, Y/N. That’s not suffocating. It’s called caring about my girlfriend.” Dean is pissed and you can feel the tension in his body.

“Sorry, Baby. I didn’t mean to be rude. It’s just…” Sighing you cup Dean’s cheek to press a soft kiss to his lips. “Let me do my job. Masters is no threat for you, D’. He’s gay…”

Two weeks later you can’t believe you lost your job. All these years you thought Mr. Masters appreciates your work but instead of promoting you a new colleague got the position you wanted for so long.

In the end, Mr. Masters told you he’s not satisfied with your work any longer and suggested to ‘let you go’. While you carry your box toward Dean’s house you sniffle lightly. You put so much effort into your job for nothing.

The door opens before you can get your keys out. “Baby, already home?” Dean cocks a brow, taking the box out of your hands, glancing at the inherits. “Something wrong?”

Sobbing you hold out your arms and Dean drops the box to hold you in his arms. “He…” Choking on your words you cry into Dean’s chest and he has no clue what possibly could be wrong.

“Just tell me, Baby Girl.”

“My boss gave the promotion he promised me someone working for him for two months. Masters said that he’s no longer satisfied with my work and fired me. I’ve got no clue what I did wrong, Dean.” Sniffling you let Dean gently rub your back.

He’s clenching his jaw to the point of pain. Dean took a step back, wanted you to keep your job only for your boss to fire you. “I’ll rip him a new one. Son of a bitch!”

“No. He’s not worth it. I thought my boss is satisfied with my work, Dean. I gave my all and now…”

“Shhh…you will take a few days to calm and look for a new job. You can still work for me, but I know you don’t want to. I’ll help you if you want me to. Just stop crying, I can’t see tears leaving your beautiful eyes, Baby Girl.”

Picking you up Dean carries you toward your shared bedroom to let you cry into your favorite pillow. “I’ll be right back, okay. I’ll cancel a meeting and we can talk about your asshole of a boss.”

Walking out of the bedroom Dean dials Benny’s number, silently cursing. “Benny, my girl got fired. Find out who’s behind this. Till last week her boss was almost swooning about Y/N and now he fires my girl? I’ll break his face…”

“What do you mean with her father told you my girl is working as an escort? What the actual fuck! Son of a bitch!” Throwing papers in your former boss’s face Dean glares at the way smaller man.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t let someone with a low moral work for me, Mr. Winchester. I have a reputation to lose. She can’t work for me and make money with…” Clearing his throat Mr. Masters points at his cock.

“Did you just assume my girl sucks other guys cocks for money, you worthless prude? My girl is an angel! She only was with two guys in her whole life. Only as she has a worthless piece of shit as a father doesn’t mean she’s a whore! You will pay her for the rest of the year and apologize to me right now!”

Benny stands behind Mr. Masters's chair, squeezing the trembling man’s shoulders hard. “Mr. Winchester gave you an order. Follow it.” Benny rumbles squeezing your former boss’s shoulder harder and the man gasps.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Winchester. Sir.”

Dean silently nods before he leaves the room to let Benny finish his job.

Outside Dean checks his messages while Benny does his job, making sure Mr. Masters knows from now on no one messes with Dean Winchesters girl.

“Dean…” Sniffling you rush into your boyfriend’s arms as you hold a bunch of pictures in your hands. With trembling fingers, you show him the pictures, or rather an advertisement for an escort service using your picture.

“What the…?” Cursing Dean rips the pictures into pieces. “Everything is going to be alright, Baby Girl. Your boss fired you as your fine daddy showed him these advertisements. I’m going to visit your daddy and make sure he knows his place.”

Tears roll down your cheeks while you crumble another picture. “How can he do this to me, Dean? I lost my job and none of my friends calls me back. They all believe this is true…”

Cupping your cheek Dean wipes your tears away with his thumb. “No one hurts my girl. I’m going to make sure everyone knows you are innocent, okay. How about you take a warm bath and I call a friend to help me.”

“Do you believe this…” Sniffling you point at the pictures and Dean gasp, bringing you into his arms.

“I’m not a nice guy sometimes too, but I do love you, Sweetheart. I told you about the trick and all. I would never believe this shit, okay. You’re only my dirty girl.” Nodding you let Dean wipe more tears away.

“You’re a good man. An ass for tricking my dad back then, but you didn’t force me to have hot sex with you, D’. My dad did this on purpose to hurt me. You were just a horny old man.” Giggling you watch Dean’s eyes darken before his lips are on yours, devouring your mouth.

“I’m not old! But you’re right, I was horny and after your cute ass. Now, bath, bed and relax. I’ve got this, Sweetheart.”

“Who are you really, Winchester? This is not business as usual.” Your father pants as Benny hits his face again, causing his lip to split.

“Smart, Mr. Y/L/N.” Smirking Dean scapes a chair over the floor in the cold room Benny brought your father to.

Sitting on the chair Dean gets his gun out, resting the hand holding it onto his thigh. “I’m not just a businessman. Did you ever hear about Purgatory?”

Gasping your father starts shaking. “This can’t be, this organization got destroyed years ago. None of the mob survived according to the news.” Eyes darting between Benny’s fists covered in your father’s blood and Dean’s gun your father starts panting.

“Do you always believe what the guys on TV tell you?” Pinching your father's cheek with his fingers Benny smirks. “Only our enemies got killed, people not following orders or too dumb to keep their mouths shut.”

“You see, Y/N is my girl, the woman I love and she just lost the job she loved because of you. Her friends don’t call her back and she’s crying for over a week and I can tell…” Now Dean gets up to aim his gun to your father's forehead, smirking as he pees his pants. “I hate seeing my girl cry for sure.”

“I didn’t…my wife…she…”

“You..what…” Mocking your father Dean taps the barrel of his gun to his forehead. “Speak in a normal sentences, asshole. You tried to hurt my girl!”

“I wanted to blackmail you, make some money. I thought…I would never…I’m sorry…” Sniffling your father looks up at Dean, begging him silently to not use his gun.

Dean smirks, unlocking his gun before he pulls the trigger. A scream escapes your father's lips as he realizes the bullet never hit him.

“Dude! What’s that smell…” Benny waves his hand in front of his nose, scrunching it up in disgust.

“I think our friend just shit his pants.” Dean chuckles, securing his gun.

“Mr. Winchester…please…” Fisting your father's hair Dean gets a knife out to carve an ___ (the first letter of your name) into his cheek. Blood is running down your father's face, and he shakes in fear.

“This is your last warning. Y/N is my girl, my family. You say her name ever again…you die. Every day you look into the mirror this…” Tapping your fathers’ cheek with the knife Dean’s features darken. “…will remind you that Y/N is the only reason I let you live. One word to anyone about what happened tonight, and you wish I ended you right now.”

“Shall I dump him in front of his house, Chief?”

“No.” Tossing twenty bucks at your father Dean turns around. “He can call a cab. We won’t ruin our car for this stinking, worthless piece of shit. Let’s go. My girl needs me, Benny.”

Before following his boss Benny cuts the ropes holding your father open, leaning close to his ear.

“I suggest you forget what happened here and never tell anyone. Y/N is a nice girl and I don’t want her to go to your funeral right now. Boss showed mercy tonight. Normally you would be dead by now. Be grateful…”

“How do you feel, Baby Girl?” Walking into the bedroom, warm tea in his hands Dean watches your face with concern. You must’ve cried even more as your eyes are puffy and red. “Don’t worry about your job. Just work for me, Y/N. You can work with Sam if you think that’s better.”

“I can’t…” Sniffling you twist the blanket in your hand, trying to hide what scares you to hell and back.

“Baby, come on. Sammy won’t bite you. Promised. Only I’m allowed to bite your cute ass.” Placing the tea onto the nightstand at your side of the bed Dean cups your cheeks to kiss your tears away. “What’s wrong?”

“I…I…” Choking on your words you show Dean the positive pregnancy test in your hand. “It was an accident, I swear. I don’t know how this could happen…” Crying even harder you gasp as Dean moves his arms around you, shushing you genty.

“Baby, I’m happy. I always wanted to become a daddy. Now I’m going to have a baby with the woman I love. Now stop crying. I want to call Sammy and tell him the good news.”

“You’re happy?”

“Damn right, Sweetheart.” Chuckling Dean pecks your lips. “Can we name the baby Impala when it’s a boy?” He asks cocking a brow and you take your pillow and hit his head hard.

“I’m not going to call my son Impala, Winchester…”

“That’s not over…” Pointing at your belly Dean smirks. “Gonna call him Impala…”

“No way…” Giggling you let Dean nuzzle his nose into your neck. “Love you, Baby Girl.”

“Love you too, D’.”

“You and me. Together we will rule this godforsaken town.” Dean whispers in your ear and you’ve got no clue what he means but you nod, simply enjoying his strong arms wrapped around you.

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BnHA Chapter 269: LAID HIM OUT LIKE A BROCHURE

Previously on BnHA: Endeavor, Mic, and Aizawa finally caught up with Crust and Miruko after 19 years to help deal with the High End Noumus. Aizawa used his quirk on them, but Girl Noumu was able to get away and shoot acid at them all, and that one bone-tentacle-y Noumu was also able to attack Mirko with his quirk. Speaking of Mirko, she spent most of the chapter kicking away at Tomura’s Noumutank like those guys with the battering ram in Beauty and the Beast. Or maybe just kicking it one time very, very slowly while we cut back and forth from the scene. It was hard to tell. But either way, she didn’t quite manage to shatter it and instead just left it all cracked and leaking. Anyway so everyone keeps saying that if Tomura escapes that would be Very Bad, and I’m inclined to agree, especially since Aizawa and Mic are looking all serious and vengeful, and I’m really going to need them to not die, ever.

Today on BnHA: Endeavor helpfully and terrifyingly cauterizes Mirko’s wounds while Aizawa holds off the Noumu with his quirk and buys time for Mic to go after Ujiko and Tomura. Mic and our new optician friend Exress race down the corridor and Mic immediately uses his quirk to shatter Noumuraki’s tank, which is the fastest and most efficient action we have seen in this entire arc so far. Mic then CORDIALLY INTRODUCES UJIKO’S FACE TO HIS FIST, which caused me to have an awakening, but unfortunately the same can’t be said for Tomura, who’s now lying on the ground very much not awake and seemingly dead. So I guess that’s it, guys. Looks like Dabi is the main villain now. Good for you Dabi, those are some pretty big britches to fill. No that wasn’t a crack about your height. God you’re sensitive. And so now we get to wait another two weeks! You know what, let’s just focus on the part where Ujiko got flattened like a paper bag.

so this is the chapter that was originally scheduled to be released on Kacchan’s birthday, but what are the odds he’s not even in it. how do you all think the traffic light trio is doing. this has been the world’s longest evacuation. or do you think they already finished a long time ago and are just hanging out now and being all “can’t wait to hear back from everyone else, I’m sure they’re all fine and dandy.” which would be funny, you see, because everyone else actually isn’t fine and dandy at all! do you get it. ahaha jokes

anyway so this chapter is titled “the three of us”, so I’m guessing there’s more Aizawa/Mic/Shirakumo angst on the horizon! so you’re just going to keep on assaulting my battered heart then, Horikoshi. cool. coolcoolcoolcoolcool

HEY NOW

HORIKOSHI WE TALKED ABOUT THIS. I WILL LAUNCH YOU INTO SPACE

fffff -- okay well whatever!! it’s a manga!! she’ll be fine! they have manga science! Recovery Girl can heal her legs and her side and everything else, and get her a nice new robot arm, and she’ll have a cool scar on her ear. happy thoughts happy thoughts

FFDFSF

IS HE TALKING TO ME OR HER. I FEEL LIKE HE’S TALKING TO ME. don’t worry Endeavor I will look away for this part

lol excuse me what now

5 minutes?? by whose reckoning, exactly?? jesus christ. I bet if he turned his flames off we’d learn that he has grown a whole new actual beard. Endeavor. civilizations have risen and fallen. okay you know what, new theory, Ujiko’s basement lair is somehow running on Narnia time

OH MY FEELS HE SAYS HE OWES HER A DEBT AFTER KYUSHU. referring of course to when she showed up out of the blue to save his ass from Dabi. anyways though how nice of him to express his gratitude by setting all of her wounds on fire

I guess we can stand down from red alert now though since Mirko is clearly going to be just fine

somehow she has more calm while getting her horrific injuries cauterized than I do when trying to decide whether or not to sell electronic turnips in a video game

wuh oh

WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT HE’S A BARREL OF LAUGHS. actually no that’s a lie, you definitely would have had and did have more fun while fighting Mirko

also, this angle of Endeavor’s face, though

AWAKE! AVAST!! HOLD TIGHT YOUR BUNS! IF BUNS YOU DO HOLD DEAR

god damn it as per usual I have no idea what is going on in action panels even when I stare at them intensely for a full minute or more

I don’t even remember how many Noumus are left at this point now. who’s that sunfish-looking one on the right near Mic?? is he a new one?? is that Crust jumping around in the middle, or is he the one standing near the sunfish Noumu? who is it that’s firing that laser or whatnot in the middle?? did this big Noumu in the foreground on the left just get decapitated??

honestly it seems like they almost have things under control at long last. Aizawa and Mic should just head after Ujiko is already and leave the rest of them to it

so Mirko is now giving them all the details about Tomura and how he’s currently chilling out floating in his sensory deprivation tank

and she’s all DON’T LET SHIGARAKI WAKE UP as if she wasn’t the one trying to smash the capsule open in the previous chapter?? or did she assume he would just sleep through all that lol

also the High Ends have apparently still not completely woken up themselves yet. guess we should be grateful

WELL HELLO

if Aizawa Shouta ever cuts his hair I will declare a national day of mourning

anyways though, reinforcements! about fucking time

did anyone else immediately blink right after reading that last sentence, and then feel a profound gratitude for being able to blink freely at will. holy shit. blinking is so great

what happens if he has to sneeze?? oh my god. and what the fuck why is this a one-man show anyway, where the hell is your husband

okay there he is

“I’m here, too,” says Vision Hero: Exress. and so he is. so what kind of quirk do you have, then, x-ray vision? really hope not, no offense. just don’t see how that would exactly be useful right now. or maybe it’s laser vision, in which case yeah okay we can work with that. you heard the man, go on ahead then

this motherfucker is still alive?!

I really cannot express enough just how steep of a cliff Endeavor has fallen off of in this arc. he has not done a single useful thing aside from the cauterizing. so now it’s up to Eyeballs Hero: Sees Real Good to hopefully somehow oneshot this guy whom the number one hero barely managed to scratch

OH MY GOD AN ACTUAL PLOT TWIST

CRUST ACTUALLY DID SOMETHING. took me a minute to realize he was shouting “go” in that speech bubble, as opposed to randomly screeching out his age, 60

Mic and Aizawa are so hot but I’m feeling such impending doom right now

-- oh no. oh fuck. I just realized -- why are they splitting them up?? sir that’s his emotional support hero

ffff for reals though I feel like Mic doesn’t have the same plot protection as Shouta. and I also feel like this is a very stupid decision in general, and that the guy who can cancel out quirks should be included in the group of people rushing in to capture the scary big bad whose quirk is an insta-kill. but what do I know, I’m just a regular person who didn’t go to hero school and get their hero MBA so MAYBE I’M WRONG. but am I

oh shit oh shit oh shit

not really clear on what Mic is doing here since he should in theory just be running like a normal person, but I can’t complain much about the dynamic pose. and meanwhile Ujiko has finally snapped to the fact that he should have woken Tomura up a good half hour ago!

and on top of all that, it sounds like they didn’t destroy all of their supervillain research data either, so if he does manage to escape we could be right back to square one before long. good thing they definitely positively won’t let him escape!!

OH MY GOD THIS SHIT IS FINALLY HAPPENING AHHHHHH

MIC’S VOICE IS SO POWERFUL IT INSTANTLY SHATTERED THE GLASS WHICH EVEN MIRKO’S NOUMU-DECAPITATING RABBIT LEGS COULD NOT BREAK, OH MY BISCUITS, WE STAN AN ICON AND A LEGEND

DID HE MANAGE TO STOP HIM BEFORE HE ACTIVATED THE WAKEUP SEQUENCE OR WHATEVER THE FUCK? IF YES WHAT IS EVEN GOING TO HAPPEN NOW, WILL TOMURA JUST CURL UP IN A LITTLE BALL AND CONTINUE TO SLUMBER PEACEFULLY WITH HIS HAIR ALL WET. HE’LL CATCH A COLD

BUT FOR REAL THOUGH OBVIOUSLY HE IS GOING TO WAKE UP AHHHHHHHH

nghhh everything’s shattering all dramatically and in slow motion

swear to god if this chapter ends with Tomura opening his eyes while we cut to another two week break, I will... ... ...well I guess I’m about to find out though because that’s exactly what’s going to happen isn’t it

(ETA: if you can sleep through Present Mic’s attack you can really sleep through anything huh.)

lol but first

sploosh. down he goes. timber. still a sleepy boi. I take a nap right here

LORD, MIC IS ABOUT TO RIP UJIKO A NEW ONE AND I’VE NEVER FELT SO ALIVE?!

CUE HORIKOSHI CUTTING TO SOME MORE FLASHBACKS OF OBORO TO MAKE US ALL SAD. THAT’S RIGHT, I KNOW ALL OF YOUR TRICKS! BRING IT

1) the fuck is he doing, 2) is this the first time we’ve seen Aizawa call Mic by his name??, and 3) WHAT DID I TELL YOU THOUGH

MY HEART IS A STONE! I FEEL NOTHING! YOU CAN’T HURT ME SO GIVE IT UP. please give it up sob

OH NO

UNDONE BY AIZAWA’S SOFT EXPRESSION AND WISTFUL EYES NOOOO I lied I am not a stone at all I am a big squishy marshmallow of feels oh fuck

OH WOW

DON’T EVER LOOK BACK. ON THE WORLD CLOSING IN!! BE ON THE ATTACK. WITH YOUR WIIIIINGS ON THE WIIIND

he straight up ENDED HIS LIFE. holy shit. 4/24/2020. the day I was sexually attracted to Present Mic

anyways now back to your regularly scheduled sad feelings at the reminder of the fact that yep, Ujiko and all of his fucked up experimenting absolutely did make Aizawa cry. not that I’m saying that’s a crime of even greater magnitude than all his other crimes of kidnapping and torture and research using human children. I absolutely am not saying that. just implying it. in a joking manner. semi-joking. partially. kind of

(ETA: also, belated shout out to the fact that his excuse for doing it was so he could verify that it wasn’t another clone. and since it’s Present Mic, there’s a 74% chance he screamed out “CLONE CHECK!” in English too, which, bless.)

I know there’s a particular side of fandom that largely thinks that all heroes are Garbage Scum, but I mean, look at this scene though of Gazerbeam crouching down to gingerly check Tomura’s vitals. idk, I thought this was surprisingly gentle

I should probably be more concerned about that statement, but truth be told, I’m much more anxious about Gazerbeam going the way of his namesake shortly henceforth. please be careful please I know he looks all floppy and wounded and surprisingly vulnerable --

-- okay, very surprisingly vulnerable --

I really do have a thing for the hair covering the eyes huh. I’m learning things about myself!

but still! he could basically just blink at you at this point and you would turn to dust, Gazerbeam. DUST. ASHES. DEBRIS SCATTERED TO THE WINDS

wow apparently that space tube was doing a lot more than I thought

mhmm. sure. Horikoshi. dude, I can see you sitting there shaking with barely suppressed laughter. did you really think this would get us to let our guards down. are we a joke to you. did you think we would just be all “oh gosh I guess he really is dead then, wow, what a twist”

oh!! the reinforcements!!

did you hear that guys. it’s done. the heroes won and Tomura is dead and it’s really over just like that. what a positive ending for everyone. except Tomura I guess

I’ve said before that U.A. needs to add a course about tempting fate to their curriculum, and I stand by that. this is absurd. it’s like y’all want to die

oh look at that Endeavor finally killed one

was that really so hard. could you not have done that earlier

-- GODDAMN IT ARE YOU REALLY DOING THIS AGAIN

“what if... I dragged it out so much that the dragging-out was the cliffhanger?” that’s some galaxy brain you got there dude. let’s just end the chapter on that WHY NOT

anyway. so there you have it guys. just look how dead he is. that’s the smile of someone who is absolutely, certainly, one hundred percent dead. look at him, all at peace. definitely not gonna finally wake up two weeks from now and properly introduce himself to our new friend Gazerbeam and my new we’re-just-trying-something-out-and-taking-it-slow-and-we’ll-see-where-it-goes boyfriend Present Mic!

lol I can’t lie, these last couple chapters have tested my patience a bit! fortunately this chapter had many saving graces in the form of Mirko, Aizawa, Mic, and for reals though Gazerbeam whom I genuinely did grow attached to almost immediately for reasons beyond my grasping. but I’m starting to get an inkling that Horikoshi is just incapable of pacing himself well whenever the story moves to a basement. or maybe I’m just cranky on account of being holed up in lockdown since time immemorial and only getting my new BnHA fix every other week! maybe, that could be it. maybe. ah well. at least Present Mic punched Ujiko in the fucking face