#I get this question every so often and ik it's been a while and most people have moved on

[su-inverted-au]

Did you drop out of the AU?

No.

I'm working on it still. Just slowly.

[likedovesinthewindd]

I have a request

So Ash is alive but Fez is in jail

So like Fez and the Reader have been dating for awhile like they're high school sweethearts (even tho he's a drop out) and before he got arrested she got pregnant.

Could you write how that looks. Like phone calls, and letters, and visits, but also write when he gets out and he gets to finally see his kid

hi love! ty for requesting🩷 idk if you wanted a little blurb but you got this big ass fic lmao, sorry i got carried away! also in this custer was never killed at Fez's house so he only got charged with drug possession and given like one or two years because he's a first time offender (i think?) ik it's all over the place but i hope you like it;)

fezco x pregnant!reader

warning: mentions of drugs/drug abuse, murder, jail, pregnancy, throwing up, giving birth, infant care, Fez's dad is mentioned once, religious imagery/mentions of praying, lots of crying.

wc: ± 4530

a/n: this is so similar to my other fez fic but also not at all lol. I tried changing it up as much as possible but there are def a lot of similarities I'm sorry. not proofread!

gif not mine, all credit to original creator.

You and Fez met back when he was still in school, just before he had dropped out. He sat next to you in History and the two of you would only talk briefly, often just about things like what the date was or when the next period would be. He would occasionally crack a joke or make a lighthearted comment that would always catch you off guard.

He was a normally stoic and calm person; he didn't talk much and kept to himself most of the time. This made you appreciate the rare jokes and little bursts of personality even more. You quickly found yourself talking more and more with him, and he'd start greeting you when you passed each other in the hallways. You had considered him somewhat of a friend after a while. Maybe not the closest, but you valued the little time you two would spend together.

Then he started showing up to class less and less, and rumors had begun spreading around. A few weeks before he dropped out, he had asked you if he could copy your notes that he had missed while absent, and you agreed. He told you to drop them off at the convenience store his grandmother owned, because that's where he spent most of his afternoons.

You did this every time he didn't show up to class; you'd write him all the notes neatly and bring them to him at the store, and in return he'd let you take whatever you want from the shelves free of charge. You always took the same thing (a can of Sprite, a packet of Sun Chips and a pack of cherry flavored twizzlers), and after a while he had started keeping the three items at the counter, ready for you to grab when you came around. One day he asked you if you'd like to stay a while before heading home, and you spent your afternoons sitting on the roof of the convenience store eating your treats and talking about whatever came to mind.

You never asked him why he wasn't at school, or even asked yourself why you'd go through all this trouble for him. Maybe it was because you've always been way too nice for your own good, or maybe because you had a little crush on him. One day when you were on your way to give him the day's notes, he'd told you he was dropping out. When you asked why, he only replied with, "Have to take care of my grandma."

You didn't stop visiting him after he left school, and would go to the store every other afternoon, quietly doing your homework by the counter while he restocked the shelves. He never explicitly told you, but he enjoyed having you around. You never asked too many questions and you were always nice to him. He would say maybe too nice to count as just being friendly.

As time passed the two of you grew closer and closer. You had met his brother Ash and occasionally helped him with his grandmother, who you had only met briefly before she became ill, when you were making your rounds to drop of his notes.

A few months later he had asked you out, and you said yes. You haven't looked back since.

That was years ago, and this was now. Now, you were sitting on the lid of the toilet in the dead of night with a pregnancy test clasped tightly in your right hand, while the other covered your mouth in shock. The two red lines stared back at you tauntingly as you felt your head spin with anxiety.

You were pregnant. You were pregnant with Fez's baby and you had no idea how you were going to tell him. You finished up, washing your hands and face and made your way to the bedroom you and your boyfriend shared. You hid the test in the drawer you kept your underwear in and sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for your boyfriend to return home.

He arrived eventually, but you couldn't find the strength in you to tell him. You knew you had to eventually, you couldn't possibly keep this a secret for too long, but you were terrified. You had no idea what his reaction would be, and you feared the worst.

The night you finally did get the courage to tell him, was the same night he decided to almost kill Nate at a New Year's Eve Party. Your plan had been derailed once again and that night you found yourself sitting in the bathroom while you silently cleaned the cuts on his hands. You knew you couldn't tell him then, he was still on edge and filled with adrenaline from everything that had transpired. He was definitely not in the correct headspace for a revelation like that.

Everything after that night was an absolutely downward spiral.

With Faye moving in, Mouse getting killed in your house and ultimately Fez getting arrested after Custer had ratted him out, you found yourself at your wits end. He had been arrested and taken away right before your eyes, and you felt completely helpless as you watched him get dragged out of the now ruined house, with a distraught Ash clinging to you like a lifeline.

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Fez was only given three years for drug possession with the intent to sell, considering he was a first-time offender. Three years may not have been much considering it could have been a much heavier sentence, but your stomach still churned at the thought that he would be away for that long. What about Ash and Marie? What about the store?

What about the baby?

You couldn't do this. It felt like the world was suddenly dropped on your shoulders as you watched the officers drag Fez out the court, and away from you.

You shot up from the uncomfy wooden bench and made your way to the closest bathroom, where you threw up the little food you managed to keep down this morning. When you finished you flushed the toilet and made your way to the sink to clean up. As you stared at your reflection in the dirty mirror, everything struck you at once like cold water being thrown in your face.

You were going to be alone. Alone and pregnant, having to look after Ash (who God willing, they don't take away from you) and his grandmother. You hadn't even realized you were crying until your reflection became blurry and your breathing erratic.

You went back home that evening, with a dreadful feeling deep in the pit of your stomach for what the future holds.

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Fez had finally been approved for calls, and after not hearing anything from him in weeks you were ecstatic to finally hear his voice.

You had received a call from the jail where he was, following all the necessary steps and pressing all the necessary buttons before you got to talk with him. When you heard his voice say your name you had to stop yourself from breaking down right beside the telephone. It hadn't even been a month and you already missed him more than words could describe.

He said your name again in a questioning tone and you realized that you hadn't said anything in return.

"Fez?" was all you could force from wobbly lips as your grip on the phone tightened. "Yeah baby, it's me," he said quietly. "I miss you," you said trying your hardest not to sob. Gosh, you couldn't even think about asking him how he was doing, you just wanted him to know how much you needed him right now.

"I miss you too baby, so fucking much," he replied, "how are things going that side?" You inhaled sharply before answering. "I don't know," you answered truthfully, "I'm still trying to figure everything out right now. But okay I guess."

He hummed. "What about Ashtray, he around? Can I talk to him?" he asked. "Of course," you said before calling out to Ash, who was over the moon when he finally got to speak to his brother after so long. You saw him smile for the first time in months, and you were overjoyed at the sight.

When they were finished catching up he handed you the phone. "You still there?" you asked. "Yeah baby, but I only got like a minute left. Listen I'll call you back as soon as I can again okay?" he said. "Okay, goodnight. I love you so muh, Fez," you rushed out. "I love you too baby, so mu—"

He was cut off by the ending call and you placed the receiver of the telephone back on the wall.

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You didn't know how to tell Fez you were pregnant over the phone, so you settled with writing him a letter. You told him how you were pregnant, and that you were planning on keeping the baby. A part of you already knew you were keeping the baby the moment you stared at the test in your hand. The thought of being pregnant now absolutely terrified you, but recently you had found yourself fantasizing about what the little one would look like.

Would it be a little girl or a boy? Would she have your nose, or your eyes? What would her soft hair feel like under your fingertips? What would her first word be?

You hadn't even realized you were already referring to the baby as "she". That was what made you realize you were already deadset on keeping the baby, whether Fez wanted to be apart of that or not, even though it pained you to think that way.

You nervously sealed the letter and sent it off, hoping for the best. Fez had called you the same day he received the letter.

"Hi Fez," you answered nervously.

"You bein' serious Y/N?" You knew exactly what he was referring to, so you took a deep breath before answering him. "Yes, I'm being serious," you said quietly. You could hear him sigh and curse under his breath before he spoke up louder. "How long you known?"

"From before the raid. But, before you say anything, I did want to tell you on New Years, but that shit with Nate happened and everything after that was a total shitshow," you breathed, "I'm sorry for not telling you earlier."

"Shit, it's alright ma I ain't mad, jus' a bit shocked," was all he said. There was a short silence between the two of you before he spoke up again. "I'm gonna be a dad?" he asked softly. "Yeah..." you said, waiting for anything to indicate how he felt about this. "I'm so sorry I can't be there wit' you for this," he said. That broke your heart. He wanted to there, wanted to be a father and the thought made your heart fill with joy.

"It's okay, we can't help the circumstances," you said. "Listen, I promise you imma be here wit you every step of the way, okay? Maybe not physically, but I want you to keep me updated on everthing alright?" he said. "Okay, I promise I will," you breathed, a smile stretching across your face. "Imma do right by you, baby, I promise. You ain't doin' this on your own."

You were sure your heart was going to explode. You were going to have a baby with Fez. The circumstances were the farthest from ideal, but you were hopeful that you were going to be able to do this. You were going to do this. For yourself, for Fez and Ash and for your baby.

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The pregnancy was anything but easy, and it was even harder without Fez by your side. It helped that he showed his support in any way he could, like always calling and sending letters, checking up on you to stay updated with the condition of your baby. You were roughly at 3 or 4 months and by now the little bump was already visible.

Telling Ash was one of the things you were the most nervous about. You didn't know how he'd feel about a baby being bought into your living situation. You had sat him down and got straight to the point. When the words first left your mouth, his face twisted into an unreadable expression. He seemed to be mulling it over silently, before a small smile stretched across your face and he replied shyly with, "So I'm gonna like, be an uncle?"

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The letters you frequently wrote Fez were on of the only things he looked forward to. He loved reading them, reading about how you were doing and everything that was happening with your body and with the baby growing inside you. It sometimes fet like he got to experience the pregnancy right there beside you, with the way he could clearly indicate your mood swings even in your writing.

The letter would quickly go from I saw an old couple sitting by the old park benches today and I broke down in tears to The guy at the drive-thru told me I couldn't order 'just pickels'. Imagine saying no to a starving pregnant lady!

When he received the letter with a small black and white attached to it, he nearly cried. The little ultrasound picture didn't look like much, you could barely make out the big white blob in the middle as a baby, an actual human being. He turned the picture around and saw that you had written our baby! in your messy handwriting, with a little heart at the end. That was all he needed to actually start crying.

That night he couldn't fall asleep at all. His mind was filled with a million thoughts that were consuming him. What if something happens to her or the baby while I'm in here? Will she be able to cope on her own? What's she gonna do once the baby is born?

What if I'm not a good father?

That's what was eating at him more than anything else. He didn't want to be like his own father, and his worst fear was eventually ending up like him, no matter how hard he tried not to. He didn't want his kid to hate him, he wanted to be the best dad he could be, because he already knew that you were going to be the absolutely best mother any child could ask for. He knew because he saw the way you cared for Ash, like he was your own little brother. He also knew that you had a big heart. When you loved, you loved with everything in you, so he didn't have an inkling of doubt about you being a good mother.

That was the night he had promised himself that he would be the best father that he could be for your child and that he'd give them the love and support he never received from his dad.

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By now you had finally been approved for your first visit, and you were over the moon. The first time you visited you went alone, and when Fez saw you walking into the cold room, a slight waddle to your step and a cute little bump sticking out from your pretty pink sundress and cardigan, he swears he had fell in love with you all over again. You looked so beautiful, he thought, maybe more beautiful than you've ever been.

Maybe it was the pregnancy glow people would always refer to, or maybe it was the fact that he hadn't seen you in months, but he couldn't get the dopey smile off his face as you made your way to the table where he sat.

You were permitted to a brief embrace and kiss at the beginning and end of each visit, and when he wrapped his arms around you for the first time in months, and got to inhale the smell of your almost unfamiliar perfume, he didn't ever want to let you go ever again. His grip on you tightened a little bit and you had to will away the tears threatening to spill over your cheeks when you felt his warmth consume your body. It felt like home being back in his strong arms.

"You're gonna squish the baby," you said playfully, placing a kiss on his shirt over his heart. You honestly didn't mind at all; you'd let him hold you like this forever if you could. You eventually broke away when you saw the guard giving you a unhappy look from the corner of your eye. You sat down on the cold metal bench and he found his seat accross from you.

You so badly wanted to hold his hand while you talked to him. You wanted to sit next to him and feel the warmth of his body radiating off him and bury your face into his neck and hold onto him for dear life, but you couldn't.

"Y'know if it's a boy or a girl yet?" he asked. You absent-mindedly tapped your manicured nails against the metal table that separated you two, until the guard had given you a stern look from behind Fez, by now irritated by the repetitive sound. You retracted your hands, placing them in your lap and shaking your head. "No, I'm finding out at the next appointment," you smiled, "do you still have the photos I sent you?"

You were referring to the ultrasound photos as you had sent him in letters from all your appointments. "Of course I do," he smiled, "keep 'em in my cell, under my pillow." You smiled, looking down at your belly and softly running your hand over it.

"I think it's gonna be a girl," you said softly, as if it was some secret only the two of you had the right to know. "Nah, it's a boy," he replied and you rolled your eyes playfully, which made him laugh. "Of course you think it's a boy," you joked. He shrugged "I'm still gonna love 'em whether they a boy or a girl," he said, before adding, "but it's gonna be a boy."

You rolled your eyes at him once again, this time more dramatically, and rubbed at your belly. "I just know it's going to be a little girl," you said, and when you looked up from your belly your eyes met Fez's. They were filled with an immeasurable amount of admiration and love, and you couldn't help but shy away from the attention.

"If it's a girl, I hope she look like you."

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The last few weeks of your pregnancy you had asked your mother to stay with you until it was time to go and give birth. By now your belly was fully formed and perfectly rounded, and you were waddling around the house like a lost penguin. Everything was hurting, from your feet to your back and pregnancy brain was truly kicking your ass. As much as you loved the beauty of pregnancy, you couldn't wait to finally get this over with.

You were on the phone with Fez when you had first felt it, the liquid running down your legs followed by a slight cramp in your abdomen. At first you were scared that you had peed yourself (your bladder had been your number one enemy recently) but it didn't take long to realize what was happening.

Without even sparing Fez another word you hung up and called for your mother. This was it, you were finally going meet your baby.

Ash was shitting bricks as he paced around the house while you and your mother gathered everything to head to the hospital. Soon enough you found yourself in the hospital, with your arms leaning on the bed trying to control your breathing. The pain felt like nothing you've ever felt before, and at some point you thought you were going to pass out.

A little while later and you had started to dilate. After what felt like a lifetime of mindless pushing and incoherent shouts, the screaming of your baby girl filled your ears. You looked next to you, to your mother who was still holding onto your hand tightly while her other hand pushed the hair out of your sweaty face. You were beyond grateful to have her with you, but your heart yearned to have Fez with you for this moment. When you got to hold your baby in your arms you cried like a crazy person. She was so beautiful, and your heart was already filled with abundant love for her.

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You've had baby Eden at home for almost two weeks, when you finally got a call from Fez.

"How'd it go baby? Is she healthy? Are you okay?" he had asked as soon as he heard your voice greeting him. You pressed the phone tighter between your ear and your shoulder. "She's as healthy as can be, and she's beautiful, Fez," you said happily, as you rocked the baby in your arms to sleep. "You gonna send me a picture of her?" he asked.

"I already have a few taken, I just have to get them printed then I'll send them to you," you smiled, "she's so beautiful, Fez." You knew it was a little biased, but she truly was the most beautiful baby you'd ever seen. Her pretty long eyelashes that rested on her chubby cheeks and the pretty pink lips that would sometimes streatch into a toothless smile, or her cute button nose that would scrunch up when she yawned or sneezed. Everything about her was so absolutely perfect.

"I can't wait to see yall ma," he whispered. You could hear the slight sadness in his voice. "Me neither," you replied with a sad smile.

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He had no doubt when you told him that Eden was a beautiful baby, but when Fez got to see a picture of her for the first time, all the air was knocked out his lungs.

That was his baby. His baby girl, wrapped tightly in a fluffy pink blanket and a little cap to match. He couldn't stop looking at the picture, his thoughts going at a hundred miles per hour. Fez hadn't seen a lot of babies in his life, but he was one thousand percent certain that Eden was the most beautiful baby he'd ever layed his cynical eyes on.

He couldn't remember the last time he prayed, but that night Fez found himself closing his eyes and praying. He prayed that you and your baby were kept safe, he prayed that his baby girl would stay healthy and happy, and he prayed for the patience to diligently serve his sentence, counting down the days till he got to hold you both.

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You sat in shock as you read the contents of the letter over and over and over.

Fez was going to be released from jail earlier for good behavior. He was coming home, to you, to Ash and his friends and to his baby. He was going to meet his daughter.

Ever since giving birth you hadn't brought Eden along with you when visiting Fez. She was still very young, and you didn't want her driving the long distances back and forth. This unfortunately meant that Fez hadn't got to meet his daughter yet. That was changing soon though.

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You were pacing back and forth in the house, waiting for Fez to come knocking at your door. Today was the day Fez was coming home, back to his family, back to you.

He had to go through several release preparations, then pre-release custody and then supervision. After he complete those steps he had a full release from the BOP system, and they arranged transportation for him to come back home.

He had asked you to not tell anyone about him coming home, he didn't want people bothering him and wanted to spend his first night in just the company of the people he loved the most. You had kept to your word and not told a soul, not even Ash, who you knew would soon be jumping out of his skin when he gets to see his brother.

You had Eden in your arms, gently rocking her back and forth to soothe her. She was a little cranky because she didn't get her afternoon nap in, and when she finally dozed off, you went to go place her in the small crib next to your bed.

You shifted your weight from one foot to the other nervously, before checking that everything was good. The food was cooked, the house cleaned and the bed covered in clean sheets.

The hard knock on the door almost made you drop the pie you had taken out of the oven. It was custard pie, his favorite. You removed your oven mits and sprinted to the door.

When you opened it, there stood Fez with a small smile on his face. You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him as close to you as possible. He was here. He was back home with you finally and you got to hold him for as long as your heart desired.

By now you were sobbing into his neck, beyond relieved and happy to finally have him home. When you broke away he looked down at you, tears in his own eyes.

"Hi," he breathed. "Hi," you replied through a half sob half laugh. "You're home." "I'm home."

Ash had cried when he saw his brother standing in the living room awkwardly, and wrapped his arms around him tightly, almost as if he was scared of losing him once again. Once everyone had settled down somewhat, you decided to ask Fez the big question.

"Do you wanna see her?"

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The room was dead silent as you pushed open the door and made your way inside, Fez following soon after. You could see the anxiety written on his face, evident in the slight tremble of his hands. This was a very big deal to him. He was going to meet his daughter for the very first time.

You made your way over to the crib, standing next to it and urging him to do the same. He warily moved closer to the crib, looked over the edge and down to where the little girl layed peacefully assleep. He could see the small rise and fall of her chest as she breath rhythmically, and the way her two small fists layed clenched tightly next to her body. If he listened closely enough he could hear her breathing, and the soft cooing sounds in between.

"She's beautiful isn't she?" you asked quietly, and he only nodded, not once lifting his gaze. "Would you like to hold her?" This made him look up at you. A part of him wanted to say no. He didn't want to hold something as precious as her in his hands. Hands that have done shameful and awful things, much too tainted to handle something as fragile and irreplaceable as her.

"It's okay, Fez," you said, sensing his hesitation, before reaching into the crib to pick her up gently. When she was secured in your grasp, you turned your body to him and he hesitantly reached out to take her from you.

Once she was in his arms the small tears began to fall from his eyes. You rubbed his back comfortingly as you watched him closely.

Nothing that Fez had ever achieved in his life measured even closely to this moment. No amount of money or fortune would make him trade this. This was it. This was him, being home and being able to be with you, with his family.

His grandmother had taught him the importance of family and looking out for each other. She taught him that the family he'd have would be the people he was willing to die for, and as he stood in the quiet room, his daughter in his arms and you by his side, he knew that he had found his family.

He looked over to you, and when his eyes met yours he saw the contented look on your face, behind all the happy tears.

"She looks like you," he smiled.

[callmegaith]

genuine question: how do you make noise in every fandom you enter? I feel like I've been following you for a while, and every time you enter a new fanbase you seem to get attention. /Pos. Struggling to find a place in communities I enter, so I would appreciate the advice.

I'm sorry you feel alienated, anon. It sucks. I've been there.

First and foremost and this is advice just generally. I would say it's the most important too:

Make what YOU want to make, not what you THINK will get you attention: I'm saying this because making something you don't enjoy just because you know it's what's "popular" is going to make you miserable. You won't enjoy making it, you'll feel frustrated and depressed, and it's just going to make everything worse. I decided one day I would make my own HL rebel oc without knowing if anyone would care, especially considering rebels are just ""disposable npcs"" but this is what I wanted to do, and I have fun making it. And believe me, when you enjoy what you make it'll SHOW and it'll make ppl gravitate towards you.

Include your community: this is something I really enjoy doing personally. I love interacting with people who enjoy my art so I'm always open to ppl sending me suggestions for characters, plot points, or even names for ocs I make. I let the community vote on oc designs, and generally I want them to be a part of what I'm making. Sometimes I'll make little interactive comics like I did with Rusty Lake (idk if u seen that) or just do something fun to give back to the community that supported me.

Don't be too hard on yourself: sometimes the things we make are doomed to not get out there. Social media is not designed to support us so often times, they lack the tools to help us get our work out there. Of course there are more "artist" centered platforms you can use like Inkblot which leads me to my other point

Post everywhere: sometimes your audience will be found in unlikely places. For example: my HL art does best in reddit and on here. Twitter doesn't care much for it but it's fine as long as I'm doing well somewhere else cuz I have my links on my profile that might get others to follow me elsewhere.

Don't give up: which is cheesy to say but true. Just keep doing what you do and you'll eventually find the right audience for you

Have fun: I cannot emphasize this enough. Remember why you started doing art/writing/etc... you didn't start because u wanted to get famous on the internet (at least I hope not) you did it cuz u thought it was fun. Making something you love shouldn't be hurting you and making you feel alienated.

Everyone matters: ik there's only very few ways we can say "thank you!" To someone commenting that they love something you made but say it anyway

Literally all I do anytime in any fandom or space is I try to have as much fun as I can. Like my bio says "I do what makes me happy"... Do what makes you happy, anon. 💜💜

[spot-conlons-pimp-cane]

HI YES BINCH (buttons + finch) FIRST KISS??? PERCHANCE??? /NF

okay this one is quite short

words: 589

(like I said before, I have been turned into a binch shipper, though I don't mind cuz they cute af)

Finch was annoyed.

He got in a fight, and now has a busted face.

Buttons is trying to keep him still while he tries to stitch up a cut on his cheek.

"Fi, you have to stop moving!" Buttons said, lighthearted yet still exasperated.

"I'm sorry, Benji, it just hurts" 

Finch tried to stay still while Buttons finished patching him up, but he still flinched every once in a while.

The only thing that helped him keep still (for the most part) was his spiral of thoughts.

Well, it was really only one thought.

Finch has always been prone to injury, whether it's from falling over, or getting hit, he was almost always sporting some kind of cut or bruise.

That's not the problem.

The problem is that when they were around 4 years old, a couple months after they became friends, Buttons had started a ritual of kissing Finch's wounds better.

It started kind of as a joke, but now it was something he always did without fail.

The only issue Finch had was that he was head over heels for Buttons.

And right now, he has bruised his lip.

He knows, logically, Buttons will just kiss his cheek, where he is patching him up now.

But Finch kind of wants Buttons to kiss his lip better.

Though he isn't expecting it, just wishful thinking.

So, imagine his surprise when his best friend/crush kisses his cheek, then his lips.

It was a quick, soft kiss, and as soon as they pulled back Buttons ran back to the main floor of the lodging, his face the colour of a tomato.

Finch was sitting on his bunk in shock.

Did Buttons really just kiss him?

He couldn't believe it.

"It was just because you are injured, not because he wants to" he though

Either way, he had to find out.

So, he sprinted down the stairs to the main floor where Buttons was playing some sort of game with Ike, Albert, Skittery, Kid Blink, Bumlets, and Mush.

"Hey, Benji" Finch said, unable to hide the nervousness in this voice

"Yeah?" Buttons was clearly also very nervous, maybe that meant he liked finch too?

"Can I talk to you for a second? In private?"

"Sure!" Buttons responded, handing his cards to Race, who was spectating after being banned from playing any sort betting games, the ban being set in place by Jack.

Once they got up to the bunk room Finch made sure to go to a back corner, so that no one could hear them.

"Benji," Finch started, deciding to stare down at his shoes instead of the boy in front of him.

 "I don't really know how to say this, but when you kissed me, I know to you it was probably just because I got hurt, but it meant much more to me. I have liked you for a long time, and if you don't mind me saying, I would like to kiss you more often?" 

Finch ended his rant in a questioning tone rather than a statement, scared of what Buttons would react.

That fear went away the second he felt the other boy's hands cupping his jaw and kissing him once more.

This kiss lasted longer than before, but was just as soft. Which was probably for the best seeing as Finch's lip was injured.

"I guess that means you feel the same way?" Finch asked softly, once they had pulled away.

"Of course I do" Buttons replied, smiling and resting his forehead against finch's

(REMEBER MY ASK BOX IS ALWAYS OPEN FOR FIC PROMPTS OR HEADCANON PROMPTS <33)

HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHT YALL

[thousand-winters]

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🍄 ⇢ Share a headcanon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

I have a little hc that during the period of time between Path of Radiance and Radiant Dawn, while Ike was kinda getting used to being the leader of the Greil mercenaries in peace times, sometimes he would get too stressed and irritable, so Soren would do something about it.

The "something" in question being going to him like "Ike, I have something very important to report" and while Ike's kinda only half paying attention, immersed as he is in his own head, Soren will just say a shitty joke in a deadpan. "Why did the chicken cross the road?" sort of dumb joke.

He doesn't even think they're funny, but they make Ike snort in disbelief and, since he knows Soren isn't the type to randomly crack jokes all of a sudden, he can tell what he's doing. Those times always end on a smile and a "thank you, Soren".

🍬 ⇢ Post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

I didn't really think this was an unpopular opinion but I see it somewhat often around, the idea that Hunter killed people during his time as Golden Guard and I really don't agree with it. I feel like if Belos had made him do that, Hunter would have cracked so much earlier because his compassionate nature would be at odds with the act itself, even if he had been told they were bad people. He couldn't even get himself to catch Luz in Hunting Palismen, so I think he would have let a shit ton of people go and Belos wouldn't have taken that kindly.

At most, I can see him unfortunately being involved in someone getting killed in the same way he was with the palismen he handed Belos; aka, him possibly capturing people and those people ending up dead or petrified. But I really, really don't think he ever killed someone himself, and in the case of capturing wild witches and such, I feel like that would have to be a very special occasion too (I feel like lowkey Belos probably always had a certain wariness that his grimwalkers would run off with a wild witch or such, especially if Caleb wasn't the only one who did through his messed up story of brotherly murder and clonation)

🥐 ⇢ Name one internet reference that will always make you laugh 

Oh, my god, there was this meme in Spanish (very unsure if it also exists in English because it's from those monkey puppets that are memes but I never watched the source material of that properly so no idea) that went like: student character goes to present their teacher with a medical justification for missing class while saying something like "I got sick but I'm better now", teacher goes "it says here you got hit by a car and died" and then the student says "wow, science really advances, right?"

I don't think it has the same punch with me saying like this as seeing the thing but for some reason it cracked me up so much when I saw it. Now sometimes if someone asked what happened to me for whatever reason, half the time I go "I got hit by a car and died" and then laugh, which is probably not the best thing to say without context lmao 😭 I don't do it unless it's in a silly kind of context tho, don't worry.

My sister also sometimes will explain things by going "science really advances" and I die every fucking time too.

🧩 ⇢ What will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

1st person POVs, I'm so sorry, I just can't do it 😔 It causes such a visceral reaction of second hand embarrassment in me even if there's no actual embarrassing content in the description. I just cannot do it, it's even worse for me than paragraphs with no space between them or such, depending on the day I can power through those but the 1st person? Nope.

Thank you for the questions!!! From this ask game

[pjsk-writin]

Hi there Ami! Hope ur having a great day <3

so this thought just came to me about how its pretty much universally agreed that tsukasa is the loudest character in he game, and ofc i agree, but it got me thinking about who else is pretty loud? I mean ik emu is also loud, but i was thinking mainly N25- like i can imagine Ena getting upset and throwing her art onto the floor while screaming, or mafuyu screaming every now and then in sekai when she's struggling more then ususal. Can i request some hcs for that? Hkdkjs idk i want to see what u think about how loud N25 can be-

hihi !! and I actually had a lot of fun with this, poetic-kind of writing my love <3 this isn't x reader but I do hope you like this!! <3

♤ LOUD - Kanade Yoisaki, Mafuyu Asahina, Ena Shinonome and Mizuki Akiyama

Kanade:

Kanade is naturally quiet. She doesn't raise her voice often, mostly because it's extra effort that she could be using on something else.

This doesn't mean she can't get loud though. There have been multiple times where she was frustrated, and would throw things across her room, sobbing to the air.

She doesn't get loud often, but when she does, it's rather haunting, almost like a ghost in the night screaming its grief.

Everything about her is quiet, quiet, quiet, but she gets loud only when the storm inside her calls for it.

Mafuyu:

Mafuyu is the definition of the calm before the storm. She's calm and quiet, but all it takes is a crack in the wall for her to explode.

She feels nothing, yet everything at the same time. She is absolutely numb, yet she feels so much rage.

There are times where no one knows where she is, where she disappears into the Sekai and does nothing but scream and shout. Miku sits idly by as she screams the same question into the emptiness.

"Who am I?!" She thinks she'll never know. She hopes one day she will.

Ena:

Ena is the most outward with her loudness. She is angry, and the whole world will know.

For every brush stroke, every broken canvas, every color dried, she yells. Her anger towards the world, towards her art, towards herself, is unstoppable.

She shakes, she sobs, she throws things around, and yet nothing can stop the dissatisfaction, the pure anger that rests within her.

She hopes her yells will reach someone out there. She hopes her anger will change something around her, within her.

Mizuki:

Despite the difference in everyone's natures, I'd argue that Mizuki is the quietest.

Always smiling, laughing, teasing, yet they have so much to hide. They hide their identity and with it, they hide their sound.

They suppress and hide so much, they'd much rather never make a sound. So, they don't.

Even during the worst of their breakdowns, even at their lowest, they are quiet. They do not have many outbursts, and hopes it stays this way.

[tododeku-or-bust]

Patrochilles again, because I love them so much:

Who uses 25 different hair products and who swears by the 1-in-20 shampoo bottle that doubles as soap, conditioner, shaving cream, body wash, cleaner, detergent, etc?

Who cooks?

Who's most often the big spoon?

Whoh is into more kinky stuff and who wouldn't mind vanilla all the time?

Favorite ice cream flavor?

Who spoils their pet(s) rotten and who attempts to instill discipline?

Who uses pet names more often?

I love them too! Again, mostly Fame AU perspective:

Neither of them would ever use the 20in1 lmao. In my headcanons Patroclus is Black, and we can't just use that anyway lmao. So he has a dedicated hair routine if he wants to do something other than a wash and go. oils and water mix spray required every morning, plus good lotions and moisturizer for his skin. Thetis would have never even introduced Achilles to something like 20in1, so he's been using expensive stuff for his hair and face since youth, with Peleus teaching him more specific things as he aged.

They have a chef, but when they're not there, Patroclus cooks. (There's room for a seasonings joke here but i won't do it I'll be nice 🤣)

Hmm... I wanna say they're even, but i like the idea of Achilles being the big spoon more often, if only bc i want Pat to have all the vulnerability and hugs.

Lmao you're encroaching upon the kink anon! Achilles is kinkier, but he'll take everything he can get. At the end of the day, he just wants his love 💕

I've never thought about fave ice cream flavor. This is one of those questions that I'll have to remember if i ever write it, so now I'm nervous to make a call lmao. Uh... French Vanilla with dulce de leche for Pat, and a Reese's blizzard for Achilles.

Okay so this is on me- ik canonically Pat loves dogs and has a bunch, but I'm not a big fan of dogs (i like them, wouldn't own one though) and it's hard keeping track of pets while writing longer stories. But with that in mind, Pat is the sap over pets for sure.

It's Achilles lmao. He's dramatic enough for that.

[ranhaitanisgf]

Hello, can I have “enemies/rivals to lovers” with Ran where reader “gets sick” and Ran is the only one who is there to take care of her because she lives alone most of the time. While she is delirious she reveals some things that make Ran view her in a different light. And then Ran decided to take her on a date when she feels better. Some angst and fluff afterwards. Thank you!

— ran haitani // enemies/rivals to lovers // getting sick

[𖤐] #guess whose back. back again . HIIII ik i was gone for like two weeks but im backkk neow hallo :D idk why but i made this shi SO LONG so i was getting unmotivated to keep writing this but i did it lollll. hope u enjoy my lovelies xoxo !!

[𖤐] disclaimer ; fem!reader

wc ; 2.1k+

masterlist || 2k masterlist

ran isn’t sure why he’s even doing this. 

he’s been standing in front of your door for closer to twenty minutes now, trying to figure out how the hell he was going explain his purpose in being at your place. he’s not a man to typically think too hard about things; after all, he’s the elder brother of the infamous haitani brothers who rule roppongi, so why would he ever need to think about his interactions with other people? he typically will just do whatever fits his mood, and others will respond to that; that’s how it’s been ever since him and rindou made a name for themselves. 

so why was he thinking about this so much? 

it was comical to him, the fact that someone like you could be making him question himself so much. ran had found a whole lot of entertainment in teasing you every so often, and would even go so far as to say that you piqued his interest. he always found the expressions you would make were quite cute, and it was even cuter when you would call him your ‘enemy’. he’d even been showing up to school a bit more just to see you, ignoring his brother’s annoyance about it. you were just so interesting.

which is why he began to seek you out when he noticed that you weren’t at school today, going around and asking different classmates if they knew why you were absent. when he’d finally gotten the answer that you were out sick, he’d been a bit disappointed, but he had just decided to move on with his day. he would just come to school and bother you next week, right? 

however, he immediately started to think different when he overheard some of your friends talking, whispering about how you lived alone and how they were worried about you taking care of yourself when you’re sick. of course, as soon as ran heard this, he butted in on their conversation, asking for your address and telling them not to worry because ‘he would take care of it’, (they were even more worried after he said this). 

and so now he was here, a plastic bag in his hand with various items to give to you. he might not look like it, but he was actually pretty adept at taking care of sick people. before their rise to fame, ran and rindou were just two little kids with parents who were never around, which meant that whenever rindou got sick, ran was the only one around to take care of him, (they were bittersweet memories for him). it’s why he was so confident on the way here; he knew what he was doing. 

“you ever gonna ring the damn doorbell?? been sittin’ here for so long my ass is numb.” ran rolled his eyes at his brother's words. 

“yeah yeah, don’t get your panties in a twist.” he could hear rindou scoff at his words, but he ignored it, finally pressing his finger against your doorbell. a minute or two went by as he stood there, wondering if you were maybe asleep. just as he was about to ring the doorbell a second time, the door swung open. 

“the hell’re you doing here?” you grumbled, shivering a bit at the cool outside air. ran merely laughed at your standoffish tone, holding up the bag in his hand. 

“now now, is that any way to greet someone who came to give you dire supplies?” 

“i’m sick, not dying. how did you even find my address?”

“i have my ways~” the look on your face changed from somewhat neutral to grossed out, which just made him laugh again. “mind i come in?” 

“actually i do- ugh…” ran didn’t wait for your answer before stepping into your house, slipping his shoes off and taking a look around. 

“what’re you doing here??” your question pulled him a bit out of his observing, turning to you and seeing the state you were in. he supposed it wasn’t terrible, especially since you could still get out of bed and walk around. 

“well of course, i came here to offer my services~” you only sighed at ran’s words, starting up the stairs to get back into bed. 

“wow i feel so flattered! you took time out of your oh so busy schedule to come and see me, how will i ever recover!” ran chuckled at your sarcasm, following you into your room. you seemed to give him a pointed glare, but you were too tired to argue with him, so you just got back into bed and pulled your covers up. you sighed once again as you saw ran pull your desk chair up to the side of your bed, sitting himself down and plopping the bag next to him. 

there weren’t any words said between the two of you as he started to take things out. the silence in the air was anything but tense; in fact, as much as you hated to admit it to yourself, you felt somewhat comforted by his presence. it was nice to have someone else there with you. 

his fingers moved deftly between everything; you had no idea what in the world he was doing, so your eyes drifted up to his face, watching his calm expression and how every so often, he would chew a bit on his bottom lip. there were some strands of hair that had escaped from his two braids, framing his face more than usual. it gave his face a softer look, and made him seem somehow…softer. 

“see somethin’ you like?” his lilac gaze shifted towards you, a teasing look in his eyes as you promptly looked away, pulling your covers up a bit more. 

“no. i was just thinking about how fuckin’ weird you are.” 

“whew, you sure know how to make an impression, (l/n).” he chuckled. 

you felt slightly perturbed by how casual and chill he was acting; how was it that he was acting so calm while you felt like screaming and had no idea what to say? 

if you weren’t feeling so conflicted, you would have at the very least said something vulgar when ran suddenly grabbed your hand, (why the hell were his hands so soft?). you were suddenly aware of how sweaty and hot your palms were, which merely made them even more sweaty. if he noticed, ran didn’t say anything about it, just carefully dropping two tablets into your palm and handing you a glass of water. 

at your questioning gaze, ran merely chuckled, leaning back in his chair. 

“if you seriously think that i just handed you some mysterious drugs, then i would say that you’re severely mistaken.” holding up the medicine bottle, ran shook it a bit, the pills inside making a rattling noise. 

“hey, i think i have a right to question popping pills from some random dude who just walked into my house.” you muttered, popping the pills into your mouth and taking some gulps of water. “who knows what kind of shady business you’re into, after all.” 

“well darling, i would certainly hope that you don’t let random men into your house aside from me~ i would feel terribly wounded if i saw another man walking out of your house.” the feigned expression of hurt on ran’s face made you giggle a little bit, although the small expression from you embarrassingly turned into a fit of coughs. 

as your coughs started to settle down, you could’ve sworn that you’d seen a hint of something in ran’s eyes, his brows pulled together slightly. was it concern? worry? you could never quite figure out what he was thinking. 

gingerly, ran took the glass of water from your hand and put it on your bedside table, gesturing for you to lay back down. you hadn’t ever thought that you would see ran acting in a way that was gentle, but somehow, seeing this different side of him made you feel like maybe…

“you should get some rest.” the short statement pulled you out of your thoughts, looking back at the boy at your bedside. it was hard to tell whether the heat in your cheeks was due to him or your fever, so you looked away, feeling a bit embarrassed that he’s seeing you this way. never in your wildest imagination had you thought that the first person to care for you when you were sick would ran haitani of all people; after all, hadn’t you considered him somewhat of an enemy? 

so why was he being so nice? why was he getting your hopes up? 

“you better not tell anybody about this.” 

“wasn’t plannin’ on it, sweet cheeks.” 

“you seriously can’t tell anybody. not even your brother. nobody’s ever seen me sick before.” ran quirked an eyebrow at this; a silent indicator that he was wanting more of an explanation as to what you just said. you felt a sigh slip through your lips, wondering if you could even tell him something like this. 

however, with the concern in his gaze, the fever that was most definitely interfering with your decision making skills, and his stupidly handsome face, you decided to tell him. 

“doesn’t this house seem way too big for just one person?” 

“...sure.”

“i didn’t just hate you. i hated all delinquents and gangs ‘cause they took people away from me. but i guess you were able to change that for me or somethin’...anyways. you’re stupid for coming here, and if you tell anybody about this i’ll kill you.” you supposed that it doesn’t seem like much of a threat when you’re bedridden with a fever, especially with how you currently look. 

you were unsure of how ran would react to what you had just told him, and the silence between the two of you made you regret it every passing second. 

“just forget i said anything, and please leave-?!” before you could finish your sentence, ran’s hand rested gently against your forehead, his hands gloveless for once in his life. there was a pensive look in his eyes, his facial expression rather serious as he toyed with locks of your hair, tenderly brushing them away from your face. 

although you were taken aback at first, you slowly started to relax under his gentle touch. your fever was clouding your mind significantly, as you would never ever allow this under normal circumstances. 

you supposed it was okay for now though. 

--

“eek!” 

“didn’t i tell you to hold on tight?” 

“i-i am!!” 

“hold on tighter then~!” you let out another squeal as you felt the bike pick up speed once again, your arms now tightly around the waist of the boy in front of you. your cheek was pressed against his back, your eyes closed as you felt the wind whip against your face. 

“is-is this really necessary?!” 

“i’m feeling quite wounded that you would suggest that i would do something unnecessary-”

“eek!!!” you could feel the rumbling of his laughter at your incessant squeals, but you decided that that wasn’t important at the moment. what was more important was that you made it off this bike alive. 

“calm down doll, we’re almost there.” 

“calm down?! you expect me to calm down?! if i fall off i’m going to die!!” you got no response from him aside from a hearty chuckle, which somehow made you feel (just a little bit) at ease. 

after a few minutes, the motions of the bike slowed until it finally stopped. as soon as it came to a stop, you stumbled off, whipping around to face ran, who seemed rather calm and was moreso giving you a smirk rather than being apologetic. 

“when you said you wanted to go on a date, this is not at all what i expected!!” you yelled, putting your hands on your hips. “do you even feel any remorse for scaring me half to death?” 

“mm, not really. see…” his long arms reached out to wrap around your waist, turning you around and pulling you close, your back against his chest. “...that was just the mode of transportation. i was hoping you were going to enjoy this more~” 

now that you took a moment to look at your surroundings, you realized that in front of you was the most gorgeous view of the city, effectively taking your breath away. when you looked a little closer, you also noticed the picnic table in front of you, the surface holding a wide variety of snacks and foods. 

“...i guess i can forgive you this time.” 

“you guess? wow, you truly wound me, princess.” 

“you use that way too much.” you murmured, glad than ran couldn’t see your embarrassed face at the moment. you were even more glad that he couldn’t see you when he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, somehow making your cheeks heat up more. 

“you forgive me yet?”

“you’re so stupid…” 

“mm, i love you too.”

[hongism]

hiHI your timing was great my brain just fell down the moc brainrot rabbithole again now that i realised i missed an interim chapter SDFHDFJ

honestly my fave bits are seeing people go back and be hit with that ‘oh!’ realization of all the pieces falling into place and making sense it’s so so rewarding as a writer and im so glad to see it every time 🤧

ok WORM i prolly wont reread it right away bc its still very fresh, i wanna let it simmer a little 😌😌 but when i do. does this mean i have permission to come yelling in your ask box as i do SJDFHSDFJ or would you rather i just reblog it again and freak out in the tags/additions as per usual??

ofc i don’t mind indulging you, i always always ADORE answering questions and talking about the worldbuilding bc worldbuilding is my most favorite part about creating fics!!!

OK WORM [2] i will probably pop in w random questions from time to time when moc is on the mind then. which is... fairly often. im gonna start building a little hut in your ask box, i have a feeling im gonna be here a while 🤭 might as well get cozy!

there aren’t really ‘cellphones’ or smartphones like we would have but the wristbands go in place of that.

so its not even a matter of the crew just not having them, but they just arent a thing? thats interesting :0 i guess they had their priorities on intergalactic space travel rather than a little light brick of addiction and brainwashing. yknow, maybe they had the right idea. or maybe they just didn't need the internet when you already can brainwash people with a serum 🥴🥴🥴🥴

what a lot of the scenery and environment is meant to emulate is a sort of call back to past history and things of the past, or a clinging to this old tradition even if it’s not the more forward-thinking type of technology.

could you elaborate more on this? :0 like, you mentioned kebos reminiscent of ancient rome - is it like, Actually recreating the past that exists in-universe, like Was there an ancient rome equivalent that they are paying homage to, or is it just happening to become something similar to what we as readers know as ancient rome? does this mean the people of this universe are really big on tradition? was it more like the need for fancier newer n more novel tech just fizzled out when people realised they already had the fundamentals and thats all they needed to work on improving, as a society, or was it just never invented because (??)? or is this actually really early in this universe's timeline, where the origins of technology was more focused on travel and military than entertainment, and theyve just yet to cross that bridge yet? sorry if this is a lot of questions sDFJHSKDFHKsdf im still tryna wrap my head around this in particular. i didnt think abt the whole them being criminals and therefore downgrading their digital footprint for safety though, thats pretty smart. so does that imply that the internet does exist but criminals simply know better than to use it? ik you just said its something you dont feel like going into a heap of detail abt but KhGJKSKDFG

the idea of there being things like video games or vr headsets doesn’t feel like it necessarily fits with the idea and tone of the setting that’s already been constructed, and that was never something i thought i wanted to include from the very beginning of the idea. and that was a conscious decision just because from the start, i’ve wanted the story to be set in this fantastical universe of course but the plot and the characters are meant to be the focal point

you're right, it doesn't really fit with the vibe at all - it really does just feel like a typical pirate au, but in space. having san be a gamer and seonghwa being a film nerd would probably take away from that a little SJFKSKDF its not that i feel the story Should have more advanced tech elements, but more just me being curious abt all the in-universe Why's ykno. and tryna figure out what is and isnt possible with the realm of tech available. but it makes sense that you want to prioritise the characters themselves rather than the environment, which at first seemed less of the case w the amounts of planets in the profiles but i get it now that they just serve as catalysts for character growth with their pasts and such rather than an in-depth sinkhole of planetary lore just for the sake of immersion. (youve got plenty of immersion going on already with just the Rawness of all the characters, anyway.)

in the scope of the main characters we have in our crew - i want the crew to feel like a safe space for not only the main character and the other crew members but also to the reader. they are a safe place and they offer understanding and warmth and comfort that’s completely separate from the parts of the universe that aren’t that accepting or understanding.

yeah, this i totally get an expected as much. ateez are canonically For The Gays™ and a safe space so theres no reason why theyd be any different here 😌

it’s been addressed in the plot before with yeosang and wooyoung in particular, that they could never have been together even if wooyoung weren’t a slave because of gender and because of yeosang’s position as a prince.

okay THIS i totally missed bc i had just figured it was because of the whole slave/prince thing. makes sense that a traditional system such as a monarchy would be where you find more traditional thinking like bigotry. but yeah that all makes sense

i will say that we will see a lot more characters come into play, and we will see journeys with the characters we already know, and as it’s a story that’s very character based, those are aspects i love to focus on and so we’ll be getting into more of that and seeing things unfold and manifest over the course of the story as we’ve barely scratched the surface regarding the entirety of the universe and what it holds!

this is so ominous how do you manage to say so much without saying anything at the same time. i read this and translate it to "stay tuned, im aboutta absolutely rock your shit" and honestly... so true. i am vibrating with excitement to see where this goes! tho this seems like its hinting at more diversity/queerness based on the topic at hand so would it be too spoilery to ask if moc will eventually see any trans characters 👀 s'fine if you cant answer that tho for spoilers sake lmfAOoo i just figured i might as well ask for my crumbs. LOL.

i hope this all makes sense and is more than just my ramblings bc my god did i ramble!

i did quite literally invite you to ramble so i am positively Thrilled you delivered, you could write a wholeass thesis on moc as a whole and i would read every damn word of it 😤😤😤😤 thank you for taking the time to do so!

whewie whewie i have to apologize i didn't realize this was sitting in my inbox all this time TT dumblr told me i had cleared it pretty much all the way out so i never saw this until i came in and refreshed earlier today?! wack. but i'm here now better late than never ahahha </3 haertbreaking im SO SORRY 😭😭

you can as always do whichever you feel most comfy with! if its sometihng you really want me to respond to then i'd say inbox is best bet (if tumblr lets me see it that is </3)

build your hut and build it strong it's very cozy and comfy in here indeed 😮‍💨

i would say i compare kebos to ancient rome because that's what we would know and understand it best to be. i've never envisioned this universe ever having what we consider 'earth' like i dont consider the moc universe to just be a distant future form of our current universe irl, so they aren't necessarily paying homage to an ancient roman civilazation or anything like that but rather creating on their own.

as far as their views on tradition, i wouldn't put too much thought into that tbh. in the grand scheme of things it's definitely not the most pressing matter but i suppose you could call the technology rather primitive on certain planets, but we also have to think about how large this universe is and how many planets there are and how different each one is. there are different laws for each system and each planet, i would say that aurum is the most unified and so far we've seen that they are the most advanced in terms of technology as well. some of that technology has bled to other places as well but each planet is going to be at a different point in terms of advancement just based on resources and needs are them

and definitely yes the planets and those profiles are meant to serve as a visual helper for the readers and a  somewhere i can look back on and understand what each setting provides. there are some planets where the planetary lore will come into play so that is not for no reason at all by any means, it's just that so far in the story these planets act as the stage for the actors to come alive on! but also keep in mind that this story has been going on for over 2 years at this point! the direction and minute details have definitely gone under a lot of changes so it's hard to say where my mind was at two years ago versus where it's at now!

DFAHDSKJF i fULLY plan to rock everyone's shit absoluteLY, while we aren't going to really get much in the way of main characters coming forward (it is still an ateez fic after all) but we will get some side characters who fall on different spots on the spectrum, i can't say that i have anyone right now who is trans but there might be one further down the line if i feel its important for the story telling!!!

[youn9racha]

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Requested by: @9900z

pairing: hyunjin x fem!reader

genre: smut, hints of darkness, angst

synopsis: After a year of taunting and humiliation from the ever so loving boyfriend of yours, you decided to break it off with him and slowly start to forget about him... Until he comes back asking for forgiveness.

warning: jealousy, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), overstimulation, degradations(whore, slut, dumb...), dubcon(?), piv, mentions of a past toxic relationship, mind break (both sides; mainly reader), hair pulling, cunnilingus, brief breeding kink, choking, angsty but happy ending, aftercare

words: 5.1k

a/n: uhh hi.. it has been a while since i finally put up a fic,, kind of feels overwhelming to be back even though I've been absent for around two months, but I'm back. I don't think my writing has changed much, especially since i forgot how to write smut after not doing so for a few months 💔💔 shout out to @lix-ables and @spilledtee for helping me out and putting me back in my feet ! also i hope you enjoyed this piece. ik its been a long wait but I hope i fulfilled what you asked for 🙏i changed up the plot as well i hope you don't mind that too.

This is no way representative of the way Stray Kids act. They’re nothing but references of character, and in no shape or form is this how they act. And I am in no way romanticizing or glamorizing any toxic behavior exhibited, they’re just stories that is meant to be read. And if you are under 18 years of age, PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT. Readers discretion is advised.

You saw his beautiful face once again. His eyes captured yours as he sat across from you, almost as if he was examining you from afar waiting for whatever was next. He was what you would consider your, affection reeks every time we would be in contact, but soon his dark side has revealed its ugly truth. His pretty face was there but his gentle touches and words slowly transitioned into a sudden venomous rupture of words. Questions arose within you as he continued to show his sadistic colors; “was I in the wrong? Did I do something to trigger him? Do I even love him anymore?” And many more came and go, leaving it unanswered in the meantime. But after the tumultuous and tiring years of you two bickering and the feelings of resentment started to grow in my stomach, you opted to pack up and just leave him. You thought his toxicity was getting out of hand, you could still hear him yell out as you leave,

“You’ll regret this! You need me!”

To hell with you, you would say, but silence is often the best option for diffusing this situation. And then you were gone from there, never to see him for a good bit. After many months of questioning yourself, crying, anger, resentment, and an awful amount of drinking, you’ve later seen yourself starting to improve on yourself, especially with the help of the small yet great friend circle you are in. So much so, that you have even ventured off into the whole dating world once again. Tinder, Bumble, Her, you name it, you’ve tried them all, and what’s the issue of one going fishing? There would be moments that dates fail, whether it’d be because one has a bad attitude towards the service worker, one’s in it for the sex, or one just generally does not click with you.

Sparing all the details, most of the time it didn’t work out. But how did you end up with Hyunjin right now? You thought you were done with him, and why did you let him into your apartment? Unbeknownst to you, you may have gone on a date with one of his friends, whom you had never met—presumably, they know of each other after you two broke it off—, at one point and they told him about it. Had you known that they know each other’s names at least, you never would have considered going out with them but here you are.

To say when you heard the knock and opened the door, only to see him standing right in front of you made your heart drop would be an understatement. How the hell did he find out where you live?! You wanted to close the door, but you were frozen as you saw his dark brown eyes shoot at your face. You couldn’t detect his facial expression, but his face did not showcase any negative emotions so you’re not as scared… but still, it’s not like you trust him, he could lash out at your face and you wouldn’t be surprised.

“Uh, hey, (y/n) …” he stammered nervously, scratching the back of his neck in nervousness. “Why the hell is he so apprehensive?! I should be the one shitting my pants right now,” you thought to yourself.

“Hyunjin? What are you doing here? How did you find out where I live?” You went on with your questions, keeping your composure calm despite the creepy fact that he found where you live.

He shrugged, his eyes looking left and right before going back at you, “I may or may not have asked a friend whom you’ve may or may not hooked up a while ago…”

‘Wait what? How could this be?’ your mind had irrational thoughts. But then a conclusion came up after your mini inner arguments; this would mean that you have gone on a date with one of his friends, whom you have never met—presumably they know each other after we broke it off—, at one point and they told him about it. ‘God, this is so humiliating, had I known that they know each other’s names at least, I never would have considered going out with them and this encounter would have not happened but here we are.’ So many thoughts ridiculing your every mistake, but it’s not like you could change the past

You sigh as you roll your eyes, finally putting your senses together and crossing your arms, “What do you want?! I thought I said I don’t want to deal with you anymore.” Hyunjin smirked at your response, “I see you’re still as feisty as before, huh?”

One of the many attributes you’ve missed least from him is that disgusting cocky attitude he is exhibiting right now. Just reminiscing on that made you cringe even more than just seeing his face right now. You groaned abhorrently as you almost shut the door at him if it weren’t for him to hold the door from shutting and yelling out a “wait!”

If you had the matching strength like his, you thought, you would have had the door completely shut on his face, but unfortunately, he overpowered you and ended up pushing the door enough to open it but not enough to hurt you, which you hoped it did as you didn’t want to endure any more of this conversation. He only stood there while you maintained your scorned face toward him, not wanting to fall for his games and let him in.

“Look, I know this isn’t the best time, I know it’s weird and creepy that I showed up at your doorstep and I know we had our bad past. I’m not here to reconcile, I just want to talk to you,” He calmly yet sternly spoke as he maintained his eye contact with you. You only looked at him with a blank expression, unsure of what to respond and whether to let him in or not. After the pain he had given you, why should you let him in? But for some reason, you could sense some sort of honesty in his tone and that he genuinely does not want any malice. He lifted his arm, “look if you wanna inspect my pockets, you can, I don’t even carry weapons with me,” he chuckled slightly.

‘Why would he even say that? Even if he was trying to make light of the situation, he only made the air more awkward than it already is.’ He realized after he sees you wince at his bad-taste humor as he sniffed and curled his lips, “Okay, my bad, but seriously, I just want to chat with you, and I won’t even take long. Consider me gone after today.”

You glared at him as you couldn’t take his excuses anymore and decided to open the door more so he could walk in. The dumbest mistake you have ever made. You would think that after many months of healing and putting yourself together you would learn your lesson, but you seemingly did not. “You’ve got ten minutes and I want you out of my life permanently,” you spoke sternly as you walked into your living room as Hyunjin followed you.

Usually, you’d serve up something to eat or drink and wait until the guest sat first, but you’re making an exception as you thought that allowing him into the house was enough in it itself. The grudge you held was getting heavier and Hyunjin can sense it from the tone down to the body language. You sat on the sofa, while he sat in the armchair, far away from you—it’s a good thing he can read the room for once. And then suddenly, there was this awkward silence that deafens the entire room, just the sound of you tapping your foot. You didn’t bother to look at him and just started fidgeting with the accessories in your hand, but you could sense him still looking at you, almost as if he was staring at you. Who the hell does he think he is?!

“If you don’t have anything to say, then you better get out.”

After you spoke, Hyunjin shook his head, like as if he got out of a zoned-out state, “yeah, right sorry, um…” he looked away from you, as if he were trying to find the words. This time you were looking at him, the irked face still painted on you, however, you couldn’t help but just admire his pretty features. His beautiful brown long locks, his plump, pink lips, his defined jaw, alluring eyes, strong arms, his long, slender ringed finger that is worthy to get sucked—God dammit (y/n), get your shit together! This is the man you’re supposed to resent not gawk at.

“Look, I know I hurt you a lot in the process, and truthfully speaking, you never deserved the nasty comments I gave you…” as Hyunjin rambled on, you still wouldn’t buy his words and started to tune out. It’s such a shame that a man with a personality of a trash can can maintain the most attractive attributes. There is no denial that Hyunjin was a good-looking man despite everything, and on top of that, the greatest memory I had of him, other than the actual romantic moments we had, was the sex.

Hyunjin was a dancer, so he sure can use his hips to hit the spots no one can easily hit. Doubled by the talented fingers he has, and the wonderful, warm tongue that is so pleasant but has its venom when used incorrectly, which he, unfortunately, has used in that way for the last chunk of our relationship. Hyunjin had potential, he just had to flush it down the train with his attitude.

“… and while I don’t seek forgiveness, I just wanted to say I’m sorry…(y/n)?” After he noticed that you weren’t saying anything, you could only blink at him. Sure, you may not have heard much of his statement, but you couldn’t be bothered as you started to remember the past once again, reminded of his actions and how it’s way overdue for him to apologize.

“Oh, so you came here to say sorry, after what? Six months after not seeing each other and you expect me to just take your words for it?” you spoke disdainfully, eyes squinting at him in disbelief.

“No, (y/n)— “

“No, save it, Hyunjin! The damage’s been done, and I was hurt badly because of you.” you spat at him as you leaned forward towards him as if you were getting closer to him to make your point straight, “You don’t understand the weight of your words, you would tend to brush them off and call them jokes, but when I called you out on it, what did you do? Call me sensitive. And when I wanted you to do me a favor, you’d never do it, what type of boyfriend would do that?!”

You began spilling everything and you could see Hyunjin cringing, and frustration started to increase the more you speak to him. “I’m done Hyunjin, you’ve given me enough hell,” you sighed before speaking, but Hyunjin only sat in silence, his stance was very ambiguous and hard to read as he continued to stare at me. You could only scoff at the lack of response, “so what? You came here to just stare at me like the idiot you are?!”

The question was rhetoric yet unnecessary, however, he knew where to push the buttons when it came to pissing you off, and it made you more irritated than you already are. Now it was his turn to scowl, but then it started to grow into a menacing smile.

“Oh, so I’m an idiot?”

His tone left nothing but shivers, it was similar to the tone he would make when he’s feeling a little aroused. While it was very undeniably hot, you couldn’t just let your guard down like that, and try to keep yourself together. ‘He’s not yours, (y/n), get it together.’ You looked at him with your brows narrowed, “yes… you very much are.”

He could only chuckle at you as he leaned closer to you, you thought you were capable of moving away but for some reason, you found yourself trapped in your couch incapable of moving. It feels as though you were hypnotized by his visuals and voice at this moment, and you should feel bad, but you couldn’t bother to help yourself. As he got closer to you, he ran his hand across the sides of your face, you almost shuddered at the touch, but you kept yourself together and did not give in instantly. Once again, desperate call calls for desperate measures, anything must be in favor right now since the guards you put up are getting weaker and weaker. “Oh, (y/n), my love… you haven’t changed…”

“Excuse me?”

“You think you’ve moved on, yet I could see right through you,” his wording and tone created this odd juxtaposition of gentleness and ominousness that left me shivering once again, “you’re shaking and shivering right under my touch,” he chuckled once again even more menacingly. He got up and sat next to me, using his hand on my face and thigh to put me in place, silently forcing me to look at him and stay put. ‘Keep it together, (y/n), keep it together…’

His face got closer, and seeing his features up close made you ogle at him once again. You gulped at the closeness, and he pushed your hair away from your face, “and I’ve heard about your failed hookups,”

Fuck…

He let out a breathy laugh as he saw your slightly panicked face. “you’d think I wouldn’t know? I wouldn’t know that there are people, specifically men, who just want to see you naked and doing a terrible job at making you feel good?” There was something very venomous in his tone he started to speak about your past hookups. It is true, that most of your hookups have been lackluster at best, but you did not want him to know this sort of information about yourself. But considering you unknowingly slept with his friend, you should’ve known better than to tell a stranger about your sad sex life.

“I—I—”

“Save it…” He said it with the most condescending tone as if he was mocking you for interrupting him earlier, “let me show you what these men lacked.”

And there, Hyunjin slammed his lips into yours, vigorously and fiery as his usual kisses are. You didn’t know what has gotten into you, you should push him off and just kick him out for daring to do what he is doing, but for some reason, you couldn’t do it. you only could moan and melt into his mouth. At this moment, you genuinely thought that your brain has melted and kicked out all the logic in it—as ironic as it may sound—and it was true in some sense, but the way Hyunjin’s warm lips were caressing your lips felt too pleasant. It may have had a sloppy beginning, but it transitioned into one of passion and sort of possessive as Hyunjin began to be handsy. Through his groans and his lips exploring yours, he began holding you closer to him as his hands roamed around your body as if it were the first time he has touched you.

He pulled away to grab a quick breath before he pulled you to sit on his lap, as he continued to kiss you, but this time his lips went south into your neck. You gasped at the feeling of his teeth grazing your neck, creating a bruise that would fade in at any time, while he began muttering through your skin.

“Just you wait… when one sees this… then they would know…”

His words were incoherent as he was too fucked out and too focused on creating more hickeys, evident by him ripping the buttons of your blouse, exposing your bralette to him—It wasn’t any special bra, especially since you didn’t expect him to show up, let alone be doing this—and threw the blouse somewhere. He began biting the soft skin of one of your breasts, while his large hand was massaging the other through the bra. you threw your head back, moaning at the feeling of his warm mouth licking through the fabric, letting the slickness indirectly touch your nipples. As you tugged onto his hair, he gripped your bralette and ripped them apart, making you gasp at the sudden action, and he proceeded to have his mouth on your nipples, leaving you with nothing but your shorts and panties.

You began writhing under his touch, with you grinding onto his lap and clenching into nothing the more he stimulated your nipples, he pulled away and looked up at your, “bedroom…” he rasped, holding onto your thigh and picking you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist as you told him where the room’s located, and when you arrived, he threw you into the bed, leaving you lying there as he begins to strip.

“You listen real good because I’m not gonna repeat myself,” he said, “you’re gonna be a good slut for me, and you’ll do as I say, got it? You had your chance to say all you want, now it’s my turn.”

“That’s rich coming from y—” your words were interrupted abruptly when you felt a tug from your hair, making you moan, and pulled your head closer to his angry yet lustful face, “I said, it’s my turn.”

You only stayed silent, fearing what to do next as he let go of your hair and continued to strip down to his boxers. You looked down and saw the bulge that was painstakingly hidden in his underwear. While it may not be the girthiest of cocks, he had the length and movement to make up for it. He smirked as he held your hair again to look up at his face, “you want my cock this badly?”

You should say no, but when he’s over here, being the way he is, makes it all the difficult. You could only nod at him, while he drags his fore and middle finger around your mouth, “open your mouth… I want to see if you’re worth it.”

He commands and you obeyed, opening your mouth wide enough before wrapping around his two digits. His movements were still but you moved your head and tongue as you slicked up his long slender fingers and shoved them down your throat.

“Eyes on me, you slut.”

Instinctively your eyes met his blown-out pairs, he enjoys seeing you suffer as shown by his evil face, the sadistic smile was prominent at this instant especially when he tripped your gag reflex when he attempted to shove it down more, humiliating me even more than you already are.

“I bet no one has ever shoved a finger down your throat like I did, huh?” The way he spoke was pure filth, you should stand up for yourself, but the wetness and arousal that seemed to increase the moment he utters a word seemed to betray your logic. The question was rhetorical as he wanted to have at me. He pulled his fingers off as he got down and pushed your legs apart with his other hand that wasn’t covered in your saliva, “take them off,” he commanded, regarding your bottoms. You nervously yet swiftly took your shorts and panties, revealing something he hasn’t seen in so long.

“God, I miss that pussy of yours… it’s a shame that other men have seen, touched…” His speech was hushed and slow the more he spoke, and the more he spoke, the closer he got to your pussy, “tasted… inserted themselves in you,” and there he began his feast as his tongue began lapping at the dripping wetness that you were seeping through. Your breath shuddered as his tongue licked up your clit, putting the most attention to the sensitive bud suddenly. ‘This is so bad,’ allowing your no-good ex-boyfriend just to humiliate you and then eat you out like this is really bad, yet the way he is licking and speaking to you in such a tone feels so good to you for some reason. With the added pleasure he added his fingers as his tongue movements began to increase, sucking and licking any slickness coming out of you, moaning at the taste that hits him.

The noises you made turned from breathing heavily to outright mewling and whining at the stretch and pace that came along with pleasure. He pulled his mouth away with a pop to look at you, “bet ya didn’t find anyone who could make you this noisy wet, huh?”

“Just shut up and continue fucking me with your mouth,” you shook your head as you groaned at his cocky commentary.

“Oh, is that so? Fine, as you wish,” Hyunjin said, before continuing to lap at your clit while his fingers moved at a quicker pace. You felt a surge of release coming out the faster he went with his tongue and digits. You were panting out his name as you groaned out when you’ve finally reached your orgasm. However, Hyunjin never stopped his movement and carried on as if you never came. You began squirming and your hips bucking at the overstimulation he was giving you.

“H-Hyunjin… s-stop—” you struggled to speak as he was lapping you to reach for the second orgasm. All he was doing was torturing you, he was moaning and sometimes pulling away to mention how “good you taste for a slut.” His words were a mixture of both degradation and praise, but mainly the former, as he wouldn’t stop humiliating you and calling you names. You felt your second orgasm coming up, but when he pulled his fingers and tongue away, you could only whine at the odd mix of overstimulation and edge, making him perk up his face, but in a good way.

“I made you come once, and you still want more? You are a whore…”

Your lips quivered as you anticipated more movements from him, as shown by the way your legs are spreading more from. Your labia were swollen from the fingering Hyunjin gave you, and that almost made him even more feral at the sight of you being desperate, but he had to maintain the sadism image he is intending to showcase.

He stripped out of his boxers and began stroking his hard cock slightly, making him hiss at the contact. He was purposefully teasing, and you were whining, your hand going down to touch the ache that Hyunjin failed to relieve, only for him to push your hand away. “What makes you think—fuck… you can touch yourself, huh? A whore like you is not allowed to touch themselves…ah” He grunts a bit in his sentence, but it was coherent enough, which made you mildly upset with you pouting.

He held your cheek before gripping your throat and slightly squeezing with his free hand, “your puppy eyes are not gonna help you—ha fuck—mm you still fucked other men hmm—”

His pace in hand was going faster, his tip started to glisten and spew out precum the more he bobbed, while you just laid there, begging for Hyunjin to ravish you, and holding onto his wrist that was wrapped around your throat.

“Hyunjin… please… please fuck me… please fuck me like the whore I am,” you sniffled, “I am nothing but a gross slut who lets other men fuck me… please let me forget about them…”

Your brain has officially been broken just by the sight of Hyunjin and the remanence of the past overstimulation and edging, which is exactly what Hyunjin wanted from you. You have fed his evil plan and he couldn’t be even happier than he already is. He smirked as he slowed his stroke down and let go of your throat, “that’s what I thought… now get on all fours.”

You instantly obliged without saying another word and got on your hands and knees for him. He aligned himself in your opening before shoving it in in an unprecedented way. You yelped at the further stretch that his finger couldn’t reach, while Hyunjin smiled in an impending way and licked his lips before he started to piston himself in and out of you.

Your mewls began to increase volume along with the sound of skin slapping as his hips were touched against your butt cheeks, jiggling each time they get in contact with his pelvis. He would grip harshly on your hips, bruising them in the process with the way he is squeezing and digging his finger in pleasure the more he hits your spot repeatedly and elicit more moans from the both of you. When your head hung low, he pulled your hair, his fingers dipped in your scalp, with the grip harsh enough to grand you slight pain.

“Tell me now… who’s fucking you this good?” He spoke through his blissed-out state, his words flowing with the pace of his thrust. You only moaned as a response, which resulted in him pulling your hair even harsher, “I said, who’s fucking you this good?!”

“You, Hyunjin! You! Fuck!” You yelped at him when he drilled into your hole even rougher than what he initially started, letting go of your hair as he proceeded to thrust into you once he got the answer he wanted. You started to clench around him as you felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm once again, “please, please let me come! You make me feel so good, please!”

You begged, just exactly how Hyunjin liked it. He only chuckled in response as he proceeds to penetrate you even faster, in result making you squirm and breathe heavier, “that’s fucking right come around my cock, bet you never came like that with your other men, huh?” His possessive words could just make you come already, but his movements and use of his dancer’s hips made you come even harder, as shown by how you arched your back and placed your head into the mattress when you’ve reached cloud nine. But once again, Hyunjin didn’t leave you off the hook and stopped.

“I haven’t come yet… don’t you ever think that I’ll stop, I’ll make you come over and over until I come, got it?”

This wasn’t a request, it was a command, and he sure did do as promised, he continues to use you as his sex toy and made you orgasm repeatedly to the point of your brain fully stops functioning—all your head thinks about is Hyunjin and his cock. The truth is Hyunjin purposefully slows down and edges himself to make you come over and over and overstimulates you in the process. However, he has reached your limits, and ultimately his thrusts started to become sloppy, a great indicator that he is getting close.

“God, I’m gonna come inside…you and have it drip out of you—shi—let the other men know who fuck…ed you good—ah!”

It was his turn to have his mind break as he came inside of you with the most powerful orgasm while you matched with your final orgasm for tonight. Once you both bottomed out, you both pulled away from each other and laid next to each other on the bed, catching a breather for the both of you, both of you sweaty and tired.

Once you two came back to reality, you two looked at each other, “you okay?” Hyunjin asked first, still panting, while you looked up at the ceiling, “Yeah… I think…”

Hyunjin looked around and saw a towel laying on your bedroom floor, opting to use it to wipe you down. After doing so, he went up and decided to grab both of you glasses of water. This was honestly a new sight of Hyunjin, how can this be the same man a few minutes ago? You found his gesture sweet and appreciate it, and while the sex was phenomenal and for sure was better than most of your hookups, you still see the same man you saw when you were in a relationship, no matter how nice he was trying to be. Your heart tugged at that thought, but you knew what was best.

Hyunjin walked in with the two glasses and handed you one, which you took from his hand and thanked him, and he sat next to you as you two sat in silence and drank your water. This silence was similar to the silence from when he came in, except this one was less tense than the last one. Hyunjin was first to break the silence, “Look, I know you didn’t expect my appearance, and I promise you I did not come here for” Hyunjin pointed at the two of us, “this to happen. I genuinely came here to simply apologize.”

You only looked down at the glass below you and your finger circled the rim, unsure what to respond, “I know I screwed up big time with you, I wasn’t the greatest boyfriend, and you genuinely did not deserve the way you were treated at the time. I just want you to know that I regret everything I did and that I still love you.”

His confession made you freeze, and he can sense that even though he didn’t look at you, “which is why I’ll not meddle into your life again,” this time Hyunjin turned his head and looked at you with a tight-lipped frown. You looked back confused at his words, “I know my actions earlier sort of contradict what I just said, but I genuinely want the both of us to start over, or at least I start over. “

You were merely surprised and had so much to say but you stayed quiet as to wait for him to finish up his speech, “you’re doing so well, and I was jealous over that,” he sighs and shakes his head, “I don’t blame you for not forgiving me… As I said, I didn’t expect forgiveness, I just want you to know how I feel…”

You nodded at his words, “yeah, I’m not sure if I can actually forgive you…”

“I understand that…”

“But I’ll still support you in your journey to be a better person, I hope you find the closure you deserve, Hyunjin,” you held his hand smiling at him, and he smiled back.

“Thank you, (y/n)… you truly are an angel.”

[nightttdreamers]

Dude (Lovingly) / Stan x Kyle

hi heres my first south park fic :) u can read it on ao3 as well. i hope to write more so any and all feedback is appreciated and will bring me immense joy. thanks!

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Kyle knows something is wrong. Not just because Stan just climbed through his window with a nasty bruise on his cheek and a bloody nose, but because he won't tell him why.

AKA, late night conversations and confessions

“This is gonna sting,” Kyle says, holding the cotton ball just above the other’s brow, hovering. Stan makes a noise that barely counts as words, but it's enough of an answer for Kyle to continue. He presses the cotton ball to the open wound, trying to keep the pressure light. Still, he can see Stan wince, pulling away from him slightly. “Stop shifting around or its gonna take longer.”

“Sorry,” Stan looks up at him with a surprising sincerity that instantly makes Kyle feel like an asshole. This isn’t the first time he’s cleaned Stan up. The two have stuck band-aids on each other and even gone to the emergency room together for as long as they’ve been friends. They have their cadence; Kyle barks at Stan for doing whatever stupid thing that got him hurt, and Stan rolls his eyes and tells Kyle he doesn’t need another mom. But this isn’t like the times before, everything feels off. Stan isn’t meeting his eyes, just picking at the cuts on his knuckles. Kyle doesn’t often find himself at a loss for words with Stan, but every time he tries to talk, his mouth just feels dry.

He takes in the other’s state, watching Stan’s slumped posture as he sits on Kyle’s bed. When he gets close, he gets the faintest whiff of beer from Stan’s breath, but he doesn’t seem drunk, just exhausted. Kyle sits at his desk chair which has been pushed to the bed, giving him some height over the other.

“Is it bad?” Stan asks, breaking the silence.

Kyle pulls the cotton ball away, having cleaned most of the blood off. It’s not deep, but it did split the skin on his eyebrow. He pulls away, looking over Stan’s face, taking in the bruise beginning to blossom on his cheek and the dry blood beneath his nose. “Could be worse, I guess.”

“Let me stay here tonight.”

Stan says this suddenly, taking Kyle’s wrist and pulling his hand down, forcing the ginger to look him in the eyes. Kyle recognizes that desperate look, Stan’s gotten worse at hiding it over the years. Or Kyle’s gotten better at reading him.

“Yeah, sure, okay,” Kyle says with a short nod, reaching back to the first-aid kit for a band aid. “I still have shit to do, though. Fucking gov’ test tomorrow.”

“I know,” Stan says, gaze returning to his knuckles. A small smirk crosses his lips. “Maybe I’ll go hang with Ike. Show him my badass new injuries”

Kyle punches his arm, though not as hard as he usually would. “That’s not funny, dude. He looks up to you, to all of us. I don’t want you guys rubbing off on him.” Kyle reaches to put a bandaid on Stan’s face, but he pulls back.

“Because it would be so awful if he turns out like me, right?” Stan asks. He doesn’t sound angry, voice falling flat, it’s hardly a question.

Kyle presses his lips together tightly, he doesn’t want to be the second person to fight Stan tonight. “Getting his shit rocked by Eric Cartman on a Thursday? Yeah, I don’t want my little brother turning out like that.” His voice is tight, but there are much worse things he could say.

Stan lets out a little puff of breath, but doesn’t say anything else. Kyle presses the bandaid to his brow, then kicks his desk chair back away from the bed. “Which, by the way, is so fucking middle school of you.”

Stan rolls his eyes, leaning back against the wall. They’ve just started their senior year, and though there’s been plenty of petty fights between their circle, it’s been a while since anyone’s had a playground-style fist fight. “I’m tired of him, dude, I should’ve wrecked his ass a long time ago.” He sits up a bit. “Wait, that came out wrong-”

Kyle snorts. “Sounds like I missed a pretty homoerotic brawl.”

“Shut up!” Stan retorts, voice raising. Kyle’s smile falls and Stan leans back once more. “Why do we still put up with him? Because he has these little moments of humanity? He’s a total shithead.”

Out of the four, actually, out of their entire grade, no one hates Eric Cartman more than Kyle. It’s a deep-rooted type of hate, the scowl that comes across Kyle’s face at the mention of the other is intrinsic at this point. Though he’d love to take the time to go on a ramble about why Cartman deserved to be ditched years and years ago, there’s something brewing in Stan right now that stops him. Kyle can practically feel the rage radiating off him. 

“I mean, yeah. We’ve known this forever. I don’t get how he could’ve said something so bad that you’d literally fight him, though. Since we’ve been listening to him spew the same stupid shit for years.”

Stan looks at Kyle for a while, something unplaceable about his gaze. Kyle just looks back, brow furrowed, waiting for an answer until Stan speaks up.

“Don’t you have to study?” He asks, looking at the open textbooks on the other’s desk.

Kyle looks down at them, forgetting what he was doing before Stan came climbing through his window earlier. “Uh, yeah.”

Stan nods curtly. “I’ll be quiet.” Before Kyle can speak again, Stan is already kicking his sneakers off, laying down on Kyle’s bed. He curls up, avoiding Kyle’s pillows, simply rolling over to face the wall. How quickly he can shut down a conversation is frustrating, but it’s typical Stan.

When you see someone basically every day since birth, it's hard to notice the gradual changes in them. Stan is a fixture in Kyle’s life, an extension of himself. Wherever he is, whoever he’s with, Stan’s impression can be felt. There was nothing else Kyle was more sure of than his best friend. People would make jokes about them in elementary school. Then, snide comments and taunts in middle school. The boys learned to be quieter, stop walking home together every day, and spend time with other kids. None of their friends would understand what it was like to have someone that was just as important in your life as your right hand. Of course, Kyle noticed when Stan started changing. It just took him some time to realize that same sadness that had followed him since they were little was starting to consume him. Sure, his random emo phases told everyone else that Stan was hurting, but there was something deeper, something below-the-surface. Kyle was sure that he was the only person who could see it. Stan knew he couldn’t lie to his best friend when he asked what was wrong, so he’d simply close himself off.

Staring at Stan’s back, Kyle let out a breath. He hated when he shut down like this. Still, he’d return to his desk, opening his textbooks to attempt some practice questions. This was the routine they’d fallen into. It started with more impromptu sleepovers on weekends, then during the week. Stan would show up at the front door or climb through his window depending on what time he’d show up. Sometimes he brought video games, sometimes he brought his headphones, sometimes he smelled like pot or booze. If Kyle didn’t have work, the two would stay up and mess around, talk. If he did, Stan would keep to himself, playing games on mute and listening to music. Right now, he was just laying there, silent except for his breathing.

Kyle studied for what felt like ages, but was probably closer to an hour. He was consumed with thoughts of Stan to properly focus anyway. Why did he fight Cartman? Did he finally snap? Were they too drunk? Wasn’t Kenny with them, why didn’t he stop it? Most concerning, why wouldn’t he talk to him about it? Kyle closed his textbook, making a big gesture of it so Stan would know he was done. It worked, the dark-haired boy rolling over to face the other. “You done?” Stan asked.

Kyle nodded before standing and heading over to his closet. He pulled his sweatshirt off, looking back at Stan. “You want pajamas?”

“No, that’s okay,” he replied. Kyle grabbed a clean t-shirt and sweatpants, heading to the bathroom wordlessly. They knew their nighttime routine by now. He took a quick shower, returning to his room after changing into the pajamas. Stan had done the same, sitting cross-legged on the bed in his boxers and t-shirt.

Kyle stood in the doorway for a second, just looking at Stan. His hair was getting longer. When it covered his face like this, hiding the bruises, he looked younger. Football had bulked Stan up a little, but he quit last year, so he’d lost that visible muscle. Kyle had a quiet pride for the few inches of height he had over the other. Stan was fit, built despite how he stopped trying to maintain it, while Kyle stayed gangly no matter how much he tried to change.

“You can keep a pair of pajamas here if you don’t want to squeeze into mine,” Kyle said, crossing his arms. “What is this, the third night you’ve slept here this week?”

Stan rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, it is. Shit, sorry, I should just head back to mine. I didn’t really want my mom to see me, but she’s gonna see it anyway. I’ll go-”

“Woah, Stan,” Kyle stepped forward just as Stan stood up, grabbing the hem of his sleeve. “Dude, I’m not kicking you out. I’m literally trying to tell you that you’re welcome here.”

Stan turned back to him, his face all scrunched up. “Yeah, but you’re trying to study and you’ve got important shit and I get that you’re being nice ‘cause we’re friends but you can tell me to fuck off, I can handle it.”

“Why are you saying this shit? I just said I don’t have a problem with you being here!”

“But do you want me to be here?”

A silence fell over the two. Stan’s breathing was shallow as he held Kyle’s gaze. That dry mouth feeling returned, but Kyle swallowed it down. “Of course I want you here, dude.”

Stan sat down on the bed, resting his elbows on his knees. “Sorry. Um, I haven’t really been able to sleep.”

Kyle sat cross-legged beside him, hands folded in his lap. “I can tell.”

Stan looked over at him briefly. “Really.”

“I mean, you’ve got bags under your eyes and you slept through two classes the other day. It’s not hard to tell. Do you know why?”

Stan shook his head, his foot tapping restlessly. “It’s easier when I’m with you. I mean, like, in your house. I dunno, probably because it’s not my room. It’s weird.”

Kyle doesn’t refute that immediately. It is a little weird, being told that Stan can’t sleep unless they’re together. But, he does sleep a lot better with the other beside him, even if they don’t touch, just feeling Stan’s weight and warmth beside him is enough. “I get it.”

Stan is quiet, shifting to face Kyle. “Cartman called you a faggot earlier.”

It stings to hear, but mostly because it’s Stan saying that word. Cartman’s been throwing slurs at him since they were nine, it doesn’t quite have an impact anymore. “Cartman says shit like that all the time.”

“No, not like he did tonight,” Stan says. “He asked me where you were. Me, him, and Kenny went to Stark’s. We were kinda drunk, throwing shit at the ice, whatever. He asked me where my boyfriend was and I told him to kiss my ass. He kept going, saying that you probably went to the motel to suck Mr. Garrison off for an A in the class. And I warned him to shut up, but he just wouldn’t fucking stop-”

“Stan, Cartman calls me gay more than he calls me by my actual name. Who gives a shit what he says? Why are you letting him get to you?” Kyle asks. He can see the anger building up in Stan  again, his fists clenching.

“He didn’t say gay, Kyle. Not fairy, not gay, not queer, not even fag. He looked me in the eyes and said you were a faggot and that you-”

“Stop it! Jesus! I don’t wanna hear this shit!” Kyle gave Stan a shove, but the other wouldn’t give up. 

“I had to hear it! I’ve had to hear it for years! He doesn’t get to talk about you like that!” Stan’s getting as loud as he can without risking waking Kyle’s parents up, his face getting red.

“So you fought him? I don’t need you getting hurt for me, you’re not my fucking boyfriend, Stan.”

This hit a nerve, Kyle could see it. Stan didn’t stop though, talking over him. “He can’t say that kind of shit about anyone! I can’t just sit and listen to him anymore!”

“What changed? Where was this attitude when Cartman was making my life hell? God, who cares if he calls us gay? He’s a fucking idiot!”

“Because it hurts, Kyle!” Stan’s voice breaks and he looks down before Kyle can look him in the eyes. “I care if he calls us gay. I know he’s an asshole, I know he’s an idiot, it doesn’t change the fact that what he says hurts.”

Stan can’t hide his feelings, never could, not from Kyle. He’s breathing heavily, fists clenched, cheeks red, looking anywhere but straight ahead. Kyle watches him, jaw tense. His chest feels tight, like it’s about to burst. How could he be so blind? Stan’s been protective of him, sure, but why else would getting called gay make him so mad? His brain works this out quicker than his mouth, and when Kyle tries to speak, all that comes out is a very stupid “Why?”

Stan looks at him, finally, letting out a breath. “God, you’re so fucking stupid,” is all he says before he leans forward, his lips crashing against Kyle’s. They stay like that for a moment, lips pressed together awkwardly. Kyle doesn’t shove him off, he barely even moves except for a slight parting of his mouth. Stan kisses him for real, not just slamming their faces together. It’s weird, they don’t exactly fit together, their noses squished, and Kyle can feel how Stan is holding his breath the whole time. Stan is the one to pull away, moving slowly at first, then all at once. Kyle can hardly think, only feeling a soft buzz on his lips and the pounding of his heart in his chest. Stan watches him, eyes darting all around his face. “Are you gonna say anything?”

Kyle had forgotten that he needed to speak, he was just trying to breath. “Yeah, once I think of something that doesn’t sound as stupid as ‘Dude.’”

Stan lets out a breath, his lips slowly curling upwards. “Dude.”

Kyle laughs nervously, though it doesn’t sound quite right. “Sorry, fuck. I just- That’s not what I thought you were gonna do. I didn’t know you, uh…”

“That I’m a fucking faggot?” Stan offers, smirking.

This snaps Kyle out of his daze. “Don’t say that! I don’t want to hear you talk about yourself like that.” Stan raises his hands apologetically. Kyle looks at them, then reaches out and takes one in his own. His movements are tentative, he’s not quite sure how to go about this. Sure he’s had flings with girls over the years, but this wasn’t some chick that would dump him in two weeks, it was Stan Marsh. Their hands fall to the bed, Kyle still holding on as Stan curls his fingers around him.

“Sorry. Just, you still haven’t really said anything,” Stan says nervously, and Kyle is surprisingly  entertained by the fact that he is making Stan nervous. Before he can quite understand what’s happening, he’s leaning forward to kiss Stan. It’s better this time, still clumsy, but in a sweet way. Kyle uses his hand to pull Stan closer and the momentum continues until Kyle is laying on his back, Stan straddling him. He has no idea how long they stay like that for, but he starts to feel dizzy when Stan puts a hand on his chest.

“Hey-” Kyle says, pulling back. Stan looks down at him like he’s just now realizing he’s on top of his childhood best friend as they make out. “Is- is this okay? I mean, can we just do this?”

Stan understands what he means without further explanation. He lets out a little laugh, flopping onto his back besides Kyle.

“I came out to you like, five minutes ago, Kyle. Yeah, it’s okay if you just wanna kiss. I’m just happy you didn’t kick me out.”

Kyle nods. “Cool, cool.” He shifts a bit, grabbing his comforter from under himself and sliding it over the two. Stan helps, both of them staring up at the ceiling once they’re under the blanket. “I can’t believe we just proved Cartman right.”

Both boys begin laughing at this, taking turns shushing each other and clasping hands over their mouths, which only causes them to laugh more. When they quiet down, they’re facing each other, smiling.

“Sorry it took me so long,” Stan says.

“Sorry I didn’t notice sooner,” Kyle replies. “You don’t have to talk about it more tonight, if you don’t want to. But, I do want to talk more.”

“About what happened with Cartman? Or about,” Stan gestures vaguely between the two of them, “Us?”

Kyle holds on to that for a moment, it’s always been him and Stan, but now there’s an ‘us.’ “We can figure it out in the morning.”

Stan nods, still smiling. “Yeah, okay. So, like, you’re cool with me, um, being gay and also wanting to kiss you and stuff?” His voice is small, it’s adorable. Kyle wants to kiss him again, so he does.

“Of course. You’re my best friend. And stuff.” 

That’s the last thing spoken that night. Of course, there’s a million things left unsaid, but for once Kyle’s not rushing to get it all out. Tonight, he’s going to sleep next to his best friend and relish the feeling of their hands still holding each other.

[fwkei]

Excited for what's to come

Rindou Haitani x fem!reader (fluffly, slightly angst, light mention of nfsw)

yass my 2nd request 🥳🥳ik that i can respond to the questions directly but it wont let me put a tittle if i do so i'm just gna do my requests like this, hopefully the person sees it, AND I HOPE U ENJOY! I had kinda a tough time with this ngl also sorry for any mistakes

CW/TW: Mentions of harassment, mentions of drugs

WC: 7.2k

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Your mouth parted in shock as anger filled you looking at his grinning face. You never thought you’d ever see this man’s face again. And you almost didn’t recognize him. But the second he spoke...you knew it was him...and he knew it was you.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” you said under your breath, bringing your hand to your head as he walked over, hands in his pockets smiling.

“Been a while, huh?” he said tilting his head at you

The familiar sight of his cocky smile sent you back, way back to when it all started between you two. Way back to when you were only 15.

You were walking home after finishing a day of school and club activities. It was mid year, finals just finished up and spring break was coming along. You felt relieved that you could finally have 2 weeks of rest, and not worry about your underclassmen and schoolwork. Since tomorrow was the last day of school, you decided you’d make a stop at the corner store. To just grab some snacks, maybe even dinner…

You held your book bag close to your body, as you opened the doors of the store. It was cold inside, you tucked your arms under each other to create some friction for warmth, as you walked around a bit you saw a group of 4 boys who all had matching uniforms, but not school uniforms. Just delinquent uniforms. You quickly glanced to see the sign of their gang, after a bit of looking, you didn’t recognize it, and decided to brush them off.

They looked around the same age as you, maybe a year older. They stood crowded in front of the cooler section laughing and talking pretty loud which already annoyed you a bit since you wanted to get a cold drink. You saw them fill their baskets with different types of beers and candy. You sorta cringed. After grabbing a few snacks and microwavable dinner you walked over to the cooler section, avoiding their presence completely, not interested or bothered by delinquents.

It was common for delinquents to be around where you lived. You often didn’t really like them, since most of them just trashed the streets and caused trouble for others, but you liked the ones that consisted of kids who just wanted to have fun and didn’t cause any harm. But definitely not groups like this, who are always waiting to just ruin someone's day.

“Excuse me-” you said avoiding eye contact, but not in a shy way

“Oh?” said one smiling

“What do you need, pretty?” he asked as his friends slightly moved out of the way, and you looked at him

“..just a drink.” you said smiling, trying to hide your irritated face while pointing to the door they were blocking

“Ahh, my bad.” he said moving out of the way, opening to door for you smiling foolishly

“Thank you.” you said giving a closed eyed smile before lowering your self slightly to grab your favorite drink

After grabbing it, you placed it in your basket and squeezed your way through the boys to get to the cashier. You smiled at the old man behind the counter as he scanned and bagged your items.

“Having dinner all by yourself? C'monn, let me accompany you, huh sweet?” said the leader walking over to you with that same smile on his face while licking his lips making you cringe

“Not interested.” you said not looking at him and grabbing your stuff, turning to walk out

“Aw c'mon..” he said following behind you as his friends dropped their stuff on the floor to follow their boss

You couldn't help but to feel a little bit worried for your own well being. When hearing them call out for you, as you so desperately tried to ignore it and go home. Still by the store's vicinity and still walking you heard him come closer and stand in front you, inching closer and closer to you making you back up with confused and worried eyes

“Don’t ignore me~” he said bringing his hand to twirl your hair

“I said I’m not interested.” you said bringing your hand to push you hair down so that he could no longer touch it

“You think that matters?” he asked as his smile faded into a smaller one but more devious

Suddenly you felt his finger tips touch your waist, and before it could escalate any further your fight or flight kicked in, you quickly raised your hand and slapped the male in front of you, and hard. Causing his head to turn a bit and arms drop from your body. You furrowed your eyebrows in anger as his hand traveled to his red cheek.

“Were you never taught that when a girl says no it means no?” you asked

You saw rage fill the man's eyes, as he brought his hand up to hit you back, both your heads turned to hear another person's voice.

“Really?” is all he said with one hand in his pocket, and the other taking out the lollipop in his mouth as he walked over with a blank expression

“The hell are you?” asked the male in front of you putting his hand down

“You’re gonna beat down on a girl for saying she doesn’t want you? Huh, ugly?” he said smiling as your eyes widened in shock at his insult to the man

Is he stupid? There's 4 guys here and he just insulted their friend. 4 v 1? The odds don’t play in his favor, and there wasn’t much you could do to help him other than call for help. But you couldn’t help but smile a little at his remark, You turnt your head to the side trying to contain your laugh.

“You laughing?” asked the male in front of you turning his rage filled gaze to you

“Yeah she’s laughing, isn't he an ugly guy?” asked the boy with blonde hair and blue highlights with glasses, grinning

“..yeah.” you said holding back your laugh and looking over at the boy, as he looked into your eyes with a look letting you it would all be okay

The male in front of you grunted as he raised his arm to hit you again, but the boy next to you blocked it with ease, signing. He held his arm steady blocking the arm from touching you. He placed his lollipop back in his mouth with one hand, then took off his glasses, turning his gaze to you. You felt your face get hot. He was just so...cool?

He softly smiled and handed you his glasses.

“Hold these for me?” he asked as you nodded your head ‘yes’ looking at him in complete awe

“Thanks-”

“I’m right here!” yelled the male coming in with another hit, you quickly moved out of the way to let him have the floor.

You held the boy's glasses in your hands as you watched him swiftly and easily doge the males attacks, and then it was all over. A single punch from the boy knocked the leader out, as he fell to the floor. Your eyebrows raised, excited.

“Isn’t he your leader? You guys are just gonna stand there?” asked the boy using his foot to turn over the body on the floor as his follower simply just ran away from the scene. The boy walked over to you, twirling the lollipop in his mouth. He took it out, throwing it into the trashcan near you before tilting his head giving you a slightly cocky smile...that you actually liked.

“Thank you.” you said bowing your head slightly at him

“No worries.” he said as you brought your head back up, still looking at him in awe

He noticed. He could tell you were stuck in awe, it was obvious by the look in your eyes. He’s never seen himself make a girl look at him like that, and honestly it made him prideful. But also fuzzy inside since he was able to make you nervous. He watched you earlier, noticing you had more of a calm personality, but the way you were now was different. He could practically feel the heat that radiated from your face. It really made him...happy? Usually all the girls he met fawn over his older brother...and it was nice having some attention for once.

He just kept looking into your eyes for a solid minute, you tried your very best to keep eye contact but it seemed as though he was lost in thought, so you looked off to the side and held out your hand with his glasses in it.

“I- uh..here by the way..” you said still looking off the side hoping he wouldn't notice your flushed face

“Thanks.” he said smiling, taking them from your hand and putting them, blinking his eyes a few times to adjust to it.

“Do you live around here? I can walk you home.” he said putting his hands into his pockets

“Yeah, just up the street. But you don't have to, really! I wouldn’t want to burden you.” you said bringing your hands up frantically at the nice gesture

“I don’t mind, honest. Here...just come with me, I gotta buy a few things first..” he said as his eyes traced your face

“Sure.” you said smiling as you both started to walk to the store

You only followed him around like a lost puppy, as he picked up a few drinks and snacks. Once he finally finished and paid, you both walked out, and started walking to your home.

“What’s your name?” you asked looking at him

“Rindou, or Rin is fine.” he said turning his gaze to you

Every. Single. Time. He looked in your eyes, it was like you were lost in trance. Although it was dark out, you could still so clearly see his eyes, they were so perfect to you. But what you didn’t know at the time was he felt the same way. He finally had someone's eyes on him, for him and no one else. He would feel fuzzy every time you looked him deep in the eye. And you both could tell there was a lot of tension, but not in a bad way.

“Yours?” he asked

“Y/n.” you said looking back in front of you

“Pretty name.” he said making you smile scrunch your eyebrows in confusion as you looked over at him

“Thanks...that’s a compliment I've never heard before from someone.” you said smiling

“Is it the type of compliment you'll remember?” he asked smiling

“Yeah, I don’t think i’ll ever forget it.” you said

“Good.” he said

“Oh- my place is just up the stairs so..thank you for walking me.” you said stopping in your tracks and pointing, smiling

“Yeah, no problem..” he said as you waved and started to walk up the stairs

“Hey-! Before you go-” he said making his way to where you were on the stairs, stopping on the stair below you, making him look up at you

You saw that his face was slightly red, and it made you smile softly as you waited for him to finish his thoughts,

“Would this be a bad time to ask you out or-?” he asked laughing, leaving you surprised

“Yes but I like you..so no.” you said

“..cool.. Then i’ll see you tomorrow.” he said said grinning and turning around to walk

“..tomorrow?” you said under your breath smiling as he made his own way home

After the most cliche moment of your life just happened, you went on to do your regular routine of going to bed. And you couldn’t help but feel so excited for what's to come.

‘What does he mean by seeing me tomorrow..he didn’t even ask if i'd be free, or tell me where we should meet….He’s so different..’

You though tot yourself as you were trying to fall asleep

The next morning, you woke, got ready, and went to school. Everything went as usual. Till one of your underclassmen from your club came barging into the club room, sweating and frantically trying to catch his breath.

“Y/N!” he yelled

“Are you alright?” you asked placing down the pen you were using to help correct a paper, while walking over to him to help him sit down

He only let out heavy breaths, and so you went over to your book bag, taking out a new water bottle and napkin. You handed him the water as he aggressively went to open it and drink it. You kneeled next to the kid and wiped the sweat that was dripping from his forehead, waiting for him to calm down.

“What happened? You look scared.” you said with concerned eyes

“Y/n! There's a man outside in front of the school asking for you!” he said

“..did he threaten you or something?” you asked thinking it was the guy from yesterday who harassed you

“No! But! But!-” he said not being able to speak his mind

“Hey! Hey! It’s alright just relax, grab your stuff and go home, okay? Club is done for today.” you said getting up and patting his head

“Sure but!”

“Don’t worry! Everything is fine-” you said walking over to grab your sweater and bag

“Do you mind locking up the classroom on your way out?” you asked to one of the club members

“Sure!” she said as you handed her the key

“Thanks so much, leave the key at the front office on your way out-!” you said walking out of the club room

You walked down the stairs of your school, walking to the front you carefully looked around, seeing no threat in sight you continued on your way, walking to the front. As you turned to start walking on the sidewalk, your face grew shocked at seeing-

“Rindou?” you asked

“Hey there, took you long enough.” he said looking up from his phone

“Sorry..? How would I know that you would be here?” you asked smiling as you walked over to him

“I thought I sent some random kid to get you.” he said

“You also scared the shit out of him.” you said as Rindou started smiling cheekily

“I swear I didn’t mean any harm-” he said bringing his arm up in defense

“Well sit down, let's go already. It's hot.” he said handing you a helmet

“Where’re we going?” you asked taking it and strapping it on

“You’ll see, come- and I’ll hold your bag for you. he said pushing himself up so that you could sit behind him

You didn't respond and only did as he said, sitting behind him, you pulled your skirt down. You felt nervous at how close you two were right now, but he seemed so calm...it was almost frustrating.

“This your first time on a bike?” he asked slightly turning his head

“Yeah, you’re not gonna wear a helmet?” you replied

“Nope, don't need it, and you should probably hold onto me though.” he said, bringing his hands up to start the motor making your heart jump at the loud sound, and before you could even do anything, he started zooming out of his parking space.

Your eyes widened and you quickly brought your arms, wrapping them around his waist, pressing your cheek against his upper back and cringing your eyes shut. Sacred for your life. You heard him laughing a bit at your reaction, and you couldn't help but to smile at it since it was so cute.

“Slow down!” you yelled trying to make yourself known over the loud engine

“You’re gonna be fine! Just trust me!” he yelled back smiling as you brought your head up slightly feeling the wind against your skin..and it felt so good. Was this what living a carefree life was like?

You couldn't help but smile so big at the feeling you were feeling right now.. It was different from any other feeling you’ve felt. It was happy mixed with...anxiousness? It left you with butterflies in your stomach. That never went away and it just made you feel so good.

‘Is this love?’

you thought to yourself holding Rindou tighter to you as he turned the bike

Rindou felt his heart flutter with your every touch, the fact that you would hold onto him tighter and tighter every time he did something new with his bike just made him smile like a fool. He found it so cute that despite the fact that you were scared, knew nothing about him, and had no idea where you were going and just trusted him because he said so made him feel...light? Like fuzzy and warm. He liked it. No, he loved it. You made him feel happy and jittery even though he knew nothing about you, but he knew how to keep a level head...but that was getting harder and harder for him to do

‘Am I in love?’

He thought to himself

He was snapped out of his thoughts when seeing the spot come into view. He slowed down his bike, turning into a dirt road with lots of trees and bushes, the sun piercing through them making it a beautiful sight. There was also a fence that was about 4 feet tall that also had a sign which said “no trespassing, private property.” which made you raise an eyebrow.

“Are we going on a hike or something?” you asked taking your arms off him and resting them on your thighs, making Rindou feel a little disappointed that your warmth was gone

“Sorta, it’s a short one.” he said, parking the bike and getting off to help you out.

“Hm.” you said smiling taking off your helmet and placing it on the handle of the cycle

You got off the cycle and walked over to where Rindou was, seeing he was making his way over the fence

“Are you sure this is okay?” you asked stopping at the fence seeing he was on the other side

“I promise. Trust me.” he said, pushing up his glasses smiling, you smiled at him and placed your foot through the openings so that you could bring your leg up to the other side.

“Alright, I will.” you said smiling as you sat on the fence, ready to jump off

Rindou held his hand out for you to grab. You placed your hand on his feeling your face get hot, again, as he wrapped his fingers around it. You put some of your weight on him as you slightly jumped off. You let go of your hand and fixed your skirt.

“Ready?” he asked holding out his hand again for you to grab

“Ready.” you said finally letting him see you blush as you held his hand making his eyes soften at you. You felt excited.

After a bit of walking through some nature, you two stopped. You held one of your hands over your eyes since the sun was shining directly at you. But your other hand never let go of his. You tilted your head in confusion seeing that you both were stopped at a lake. It wasn't too big or small. The water was clear and you could see the bottom of the body of water because of the sun's bright rays.

“..hm?” you said seeing that Rindou let go of your hand and started to take off his school shirt and jacket, you quickly turned your gaze from him

“What are you doing?” you asked avoiding looking at him

“We. We are going swimming.” he said walking in front of you smiling foolishly

“I don’t have a swimsuit.” you said smiling slightly seeing he was only left in plaid boxers

“And? C’mon it's spring break, isn’t it? Let loose a bit.” he said taking off his glasses

“Is this your cheap shot at trying to get in my pants?” you asked jokingly

“It can if you want it to be, but don’t worry that time will come eventually-” he said smiling cocky and patting your head, making your face become hot

“Smooth.” you said taking off your shoes as Rindou sat on a rock watching you

“Really?” you said after taking off your socks and skirt leaving you in your undershorts and school shirt

“What?” he said playing dumb

“Fold your clothes, don't just leave it on the floor.” you said grabbing his shirt, balling it up and throwing it at him as he brought his arms to grab it before it could hit him

“Oh? I see what you’re doing.” he said smiling and getting up, doing as you told him

“I’m sure.” you said unbuttoning your shirt, folding it and placing everything on a rock turning around to not see Rindou anywhere, you made a confused look but then you felt yourself being picked up and thrown into the water, but he stayed with you, letting you both hit the water together

You weren’t even angry, you just felt happy.

It all went in slow motion in his eyes, seeing your shocked face turn into a happy one as you splashed into the water. It honestly shocked him, the way you two so easily warmed up to each other.

After about 2 hours of just swimming, talking, fighting, and flirting. You both floated in the water watching the sun go down.

“Wanna be a thing, Y/n?” he asked looking off to the side as you let out a small laugh

“You would like a middle school boy asking out his crush-” you laughed making his face turn to yours flustered

“How else can I say it then?” he asked

“I never said it was bad, it’s cute and sure, let’s ‘be a thing’” you said making his mouth slightly part

“I like hanging out with you, relationships are just friendships but more intimate right? It’ll be fun...I like how I feel when I’m around you so it’s an easy yes.” you said resting your arms on the big pile of rocks in the water looking up at his surprised face

“See, I was gonna say all that but I didn't wanna creep you out-” he said shrugging lightly and slightly swimming over to you

You simply smiled and looked at him as he made his way closer to you.

He was completely lost in your eyes, he didn’t even feel nervous about asking you out. He just felt so comfortable, and he knew you’d say yes. He watched as you got up from the water and ringing out your hair. His eyes grazed your damp skin, and you noticed it. But you didn’t feel nervous anymore. You liked it.

“We should get out, right? The sun is almost down. I don’t want either of us to get sick-” you said making your way out of the water

“worried about me? How sweet.” he teased following you out

“Shut it-” you said smiling as you started to put on your school shirt and socks and Rindou put on his shirt and pants.

“Shit. Quick-” he said grabbing your hand

“My clothes?!” you said in a louder tone as you two started to run to a bush

“We’ll come back, keep quiet it’s the cops.” he said pulling you in front of him so that you could hide behind the bush first

“The cops?! How do you know??” you asked whisper yelling

“Shhh..” he said bringing his hand to cover your mouth as he carefully watched the two cops encounter the clothes on the floor

You brought your hand up to pull down Rindous hand, as you both watched and listened carefully. Your heart was thumping hard, you could feel it all over your body. You watched as the cops picked up the skirt you left on the ground.

“Well jeez-” laughed the cop seeing all the clothes

“Is it those damn skinny dippers again?” said one cop signing

“Probably, just pick it up and throw it away. There's no one here like always, these calls are always a waste of time.” said the cop tossing your skirt into a trash bag

“Kids are too horny these days!” yelled the cop picking up the clothes and throwing it in the trash bag

“PFT-”

Your eyes turned to Rindou who just let out a loud laugh. You brought your hand to cover his mouth quickly, but the damage was already done.

“Who’s there?!” yelled the cop walking over

“Shit, cmon!” yelled Rindou grabbing your hand as he started to run quickly, still laughing

“You DUMBASS-” you yelled as you two ran fast as Rindou was now laughing hysterically

“Stop it right there!” yelled the cops chasing after you both

“Shit!” you yelled after turning your head seeing the cops were catching up to you two

“Are they close?!” yelled rindou as you both started running faster

“Yes!” you yelled back

“Okay as soon as you see the bike just get on it, okay?!” he yelled looking back at you, grinning making your mouth part in awe

‘He’s so cool.’

You thought to yourself

The fence came into view, Rindou used his hand to hold himself up as he jumped over it quickly, and you did the same. You got onto the bike, putting on your helmet as you watched Rindou pull a pocket knife out of his pants pocket.

“What the-'' you said before being interrupted by the sound of a deflating tire, Rindou placed the knife back into his pocket as he ran over to you, sitting down and starting the cycle. Not leaving yet

“What the hell are you doing?! Drive!” you said anxiously seeing the cops come into view

“Just as second…” he said waiting for the cops to become more clear

“Now. See ya!” he yelled laughing after seeing the panting cops finally catch up to you two, teasing them into thinking they caught you both.

You started to laugh as Rindou drove away quickly with a big smile on his face.

That was probably the funniest night of your life. And that's how all your dates went with Rindou. They were all action packed, filled with adrenaline and excitement. He always showed up unannounced at your place honking, or would text you to come over to his place. It was something new everyday with him..from exploring abandoned buildings, to dining and ditching at expensive restaurants, to staying late at each other's houses just talking, to him laying his head on your lap as you treated his wounds, to almost nothing at all.

It had been 3 years of dating Rindou Haitani… The best and worst years of your life. You two fell so stupidly in love with one another. All you guys did was stupid things at first. The love was young, new, and immature. You both were exploring unknown feelings.

Rindou was your first love, and as much as you hate to admit that, you could never forget the day when you realized how you fell for him. And he for you.

After you both passed your high school years, things started to not go so great. Although you loved Rindou with all your heart, some of the stupid things he did were not cute. You were now both 18, and your mother expected you to start helping her out financially, and you completely understood that since you weren’t very wealthy. You started to take up jobs, any that you could find, basically throwing away your high school diploma, using your knowledge for no good. You didn’t mind it, but it did make you feel upset. You hoped that Rindou would notice and ask you about it but it was always the same thing over and over again with him now. Except he just became more and more aggressive with it.

He started getting into a lot of trouble by himself, and not with the help of his older brother, surprisingly. To the point where you would get calls from the police station from him asking you to come and bail him out. At first you didn’t mind, and dug into your savings to do so, but his crimes just became more expensive. You’ve bailed him out 3 times in just 1 month, and it costed you thousands of yen. And he’d only smile at you and say ‘thank you’ nothing more. It infuriated you, but you kept it inside. You’ve asked him multiple times if everything was alright, and if there was a reason for his sudden outbursts of violence. You even went as far as asking Ran, to which you got no answer from both.

Rindou was never ever considerate of your time. At first it was alright, because you two were just kids and had time to waste. But now it was obvious that it wasn't the same anymore. The love you both had, matured greatly and became way more intimate, you both understood that and the risks with it. But as it matured, you both were growing anxious. Anxious at that maybe things would never be the way they used to be. Just being stupid and in love. Like those cliche romance mangas.

You looked down at your phone after serving your last table of the knight. You were exhausted and just wanted to go home, seeing it was 11.

You received a text from Rindou saying “come over?” and it made you angry. So angry. You bit your inner cheek sighing seeing that yet again, he isn't considerate of your time. You had enough, and immediately started walking to his house trying to calm down as you took off your apron.

After walking about 30 minutes, you successfully calmed yourself down. You walked to the door, and knocked, holding all your things in your hands.

“Y/n, hi.” said Ran opening the door smiling

“Hi, is Rin in his room?” you asked smiling

“Yes,” he said, moving to the side. Ran could tell you were upset about something.

You walked over to the door of Rindous room. You knocked before entering the room, seeing he was sitting on his bed with a remote in his hand playing some sort of video game. You took a small breath to try and control yourself. And Ran stood beside the door, he couldn't help but eavesdrop at what was to happen, but you couldn’t see that.

“Rin-”

“Hold on I’m almost done-” he said toying with the remote

“...” you sat there patiently waiting, and after a couple minutes-

“Alright I’m done...What’s wrong?” he said furrowing his eyebrows slightly

“The hell do you mean ‘what’s wrong’?”

“You’re upset.”

“Of course I’m upset, you texted me, telling me to come over for what? For me to just sit here and watch you play video games? Like every other time?”

“What are you talking about? I always take you out? What made you so mad today?”

“Rindou stop acting stupid.”

“What? How am I acting stupid Y/n?” he asked with an annoyed tone

“...Rindou I’ve told you already, I don't have time like I did before, I can't just drop everything and come and hang out with you.”

“I know that, that’s why I texted you after work.”

“Yeah you texted me after my 9 hour shift, and you’ve been doing that for the past week when you see that i’m clearly tired. I have to walk 30 minutes to get here? You don’t even offer to pick me up.”

“I told you my bike is broken.”

“And?! I told you I would pay for it to get fixed but you didn’t accept my money.”

“Because I don’t want you to waste your money on something stupid like that? Maybe think Y/n.”

“You don’t seem to have a problem with me using my money to bail you out of jail, that’s just as stupid.”

“I’m stupid now?”

“I’m not saying that! The things you do are stupid!”

“I told you I’m sorry, I haven't gotten in trouble at all this week for you, okay?”

“For me? I lectured you for your own good.”

“I don’t need to hear a lecture from you right now.”

“Rindou I don’t know what’s going on with you right now, but if something is bothering you and making you act differently just tell me and I’ll help you.”

“Nothing’s wrong, you’re just so sensitive now.”

“...”

“I’m always the one planning things between us, and you’re getting mad at me for continuing to do that?” he said

“Planning what? You never tell me anything until the last minute, and you just expect me to follow you.”

“And that's why I text you after work.” he said choppy breaking down the words

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Mock me, asshole.”

“..”

“I’m fucking tired after work, okay? And seeing how we’re becoming distant just makes me so upset and exhausted. I’m trying to fix things here.”

“There’s nothing to fix, if you don’t like how it is, then just leave me. It’s that easy.” he said

“Are you serious?” you asked biting your inner cheek to hold in your tears

“Yeah, I’m serious.” he said with a straight face

“So you’re okay with me just ending things right here?” you said fisting your hands out of frustration

“If that means you’ll stop complaining then yeah.” he said

You felt your heart ache, you were so unbelievably angry and sad. You got up, not looking at him as you turned to leave

“Fucking dick.” you said under your breath before making your way out of the house, passing by Ran who had wide eyes and raised eyebrows.

“Really Rindou?” said Ran to Rindou while standing at his door smiling

“What? I wasn’t the one who ended things.” he said

“Sure, but you were the one who enticed it.” he said bringing up his pointer finger

“And?” he said

“Nothing...just surprised you're not upset, she was crying as she left.” said Ran signing

“She was..?”

“Obviously.” replied Ran smiling

“It’s a shame really, I liked you two together. She was good to you, I hope you won't take a person like her for granted again, Rin.” said Ran signing before making his way to his room

Ran was always a tease to Rindou, especially about girls and you. Rindou could tell though. He could tell that Ran was trying to tease but also get an important message across to him. Ran could tell Rindou wasn't in the right headspace. He’s been out of it, and honestly Ran envys you for being able to put up with it, and also his normal crazy demeanor at the same time. There really isn't any other person other than you and Ran that have had such an impact on Rindou.

After you left, Rindou just sat there with a blank expression. He got a notification on his phone, lighting it up, forcing him to see his screen saver which was a picture of you two. Your laughing face at the bottom of the screen, as his hands were messily in your hair, spreading hair dye all over with a smile on his face looking down at you with such awe.

He looked away from his phone and brought his hands to his hair, grasping it in frustration. It was what RIndou wanted. In your eyes, you saw Rindou losing interest, in his eyes, he saw someone too good for him. He held you back, right?

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“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Been a while, huh?”

“You two...know each other?” asked Kakucho who was showing you around the building

“...”

Complete silence as you both just looked into each others eyes, you slightly angry, and him smiling.

“Yeah-” you both said at the same time looking over at Kakucho

“Oh! How so?” he said giving a surprised smile

“...”

You both looked back at each other, you switched your gaze to look off to the side

“Old...uh..friends.” you said smiling at Kakucho as he nodded his head

“Friends?” said Rindou furrowing his eyebrows playfully, making you feel anxious.

“Yes, friends.” you said

“Should I give you 2 some time alone-?” asked Kakucho sweat dropping

“No-”

“Yes-”

“..”

“After the meeting.” you and Rindou said at the same time, again.

“...Well alright then, let’s go to the table?” said Kakucho trying to ease the tension between you two

“Sure.” you said smiling at him

“Right this way-” he said walking in front of you as you followed, feeling Rindous presence behind you making you nervous.

As the table came into view, you saw a few other men sitting down and discussing things. You smiled and waved as they turned their attention to greet you.

“Y/n?” asked Ran smiling, clearly very surprised standing up a bit to reach your hand

“Hello! Good to see you again,” you said smiling and shaking his hand

“...Interesting.” he said sitting back down smiling over at his younger brother who looked annoyed

“Ran, you’ve met Y/n?” asked Kokonoi

“Y/n was friends with Rindou and Ran-” said Kakucho smiling trying to avoid another tension filled conversion

“I see, then Sanzu will be right over. But Y/n is going to be our financial guide/supervisor. Today’s meeting is about the recent drop in our drug sales.” said Kokonoi passing around packets

You pulled one towards you and sat down between Kakucho and Rindou, reviewing over the packet immediately noticing some major details.

“Alright!!” you heard a man yelled as he walked into the room throwing himself onto his chair

“Oh, new girl that Koko haired right? Y/n is it?” he asked looking over at you

“Yeah-” you said smiling

“Pleasure~” he said smiling leaning over the table to shake your hand

“Likewise.” you said letting go and sitting back down fixing your dress

After a bit of bickering between the men for about 10 minutes, you finally finished your analysis.

“What you should do is drop oxy shipments, sales go down every month by 2%, Within 6 months you’ll be losing more money than you will make with drugs. Also the place you’re getting your oxy shipments from recently is just faux opioids. I get you switched to a new provider since you weren't making money but they’re not even a type of opioid. They were recently in a feud with another gang just a week ago for selling synthetic drugs. They make business by buying cheap things and selling it for 10x it’s price. So the reason you’re losing money is simple, your clients aren’t getting their desired high. Opioids are too expensive to buy in big shipments so I recommend switching to another drug. Adderall is becoming popular among students and soon with others. Taking it gives you a rush of energy and good feelings all around, switch to selling adderall instead of faux opioids, and you’ll be making a lot more money.” you said showing your paper to the men

“How are you so sure?” asked Rindou looking over your notes

“It’s right in front of you.” you said not looking at his direction causing Ran to put his head down to contain his laugh and Rindou smiles at you remark

“I’m all for it.” said Sanzu smiling

“I also brought samples if any would like to try.” you said

“Oh how nice!” said Sanzu smiling at you as you placed the small container in his hand as he opened it and swallowed one happily

“When will we start to see an increase?” asked Kokonoi

“Oh right so here I made-”

You went on to explain your reasoning to Ran, Koko, and others. Within an hour they all seemed satisfied and impressed with your work, while Sanzu was just in a mind of his own enjoying himself

“Alright then I'll start making calls.” said Koko giving you a soft smile

“Sure, let me know if you need any help.” you replied back as the other men started to pack their papers

“Y/n, would you like to finish the tour?” asked Kakucho

“Maybe next time?” you said smiling trying to cover your annoyed face at feeling Rindou tap your shoulder

“Ah understood- no worries.” he said smiling

You turned to look up at Rindou

“My office alright with you?” he asked placing his hands into his pockets

“Yeah.” you said bringing your hand to your necklace, playing with it

You felt nervous as you followed Rindou into his office, anxious, like that first time he walked you home. You haven't seen him in years, it was so overwhelming. You were surprised at yourself for not getting more angry today.

He opened the door of his office for you, you walked in and sat on one of the chairs, as Rindou closed the door, walking over, leaning himself against the table as he just looked down at you. You looked to the side to cover the flushed face you very much did not want him to see.

“Stop looking at me like that.” you said looking him in the eye

“Like what? You look good.”

“...Just say what you want to say so that I can go home.” you said looking off to the side trying to ignore the fact that butterflies just filled your stomach

“How’ve you been?” he asked smiling noticing how his words took affect on you

“Fine. Went to university like I wanted..” you said

“I’m glad, Y/n.” he said

“What are you getting at here?” you asked getting frustrated

“Nothing, I just miss you.” he said

“Don’t say things like that. It’s not fair.”

“Y/n-”

“No, don’t say anything anymore-”

“I’m sorry.” he said making your mouth part then close quickly as you looked to the side trying to control the overwhelming emotions taking over you right now

“I don’t know what you want me to say to that.” you said getting up from your seat, walking to the door, stopping in your tracks when you felt his hand grab your wrist gently

“Just say what you feel like saying.” he said, getting up from leaning on his desk to stand in front of you, making your eyes widen in shock at the sudden intimacy

“I-” you said, getting lost in his eyes again like it was your very first time looking in them. Your eyes traced his face, appreciating every little detail, finally looking at his lips seeing them smirk slightly

“Fucking dick.” you said under your breath before bringing your hand to his jaw, pressing your lips onto his. You felt his arms hold your waist as his mouth moved in sync with yours, his mouth was so warm and hungry for yours. You missed being this intimate with him. He moved you against the wall of his office before breaking the kiss, breathing heavily and looking you deep in the eye

“are you...seeing anyone?” he asked 

“..No.” you replied

“Then..Wanna be a thing, Y/n?” he asked smiling after seeing you smile at the familiar words

“Sure, let’s be a thing’”

You said, excited for what's to come.

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Bonus lmao

“You guys are done, great-” said Kakucho as his smile faded as he realized what just happened in Rindous office.

“Yeah. We’re done.” you said patting down your hair and fixing the strap of your dress

“We made up.” said Rindou smiling while fixing his tie and wiping under his lip

“...” Kakucho was left with wide eyes and a flustered face, as Rindou and you nonchalantly walked back to the meeting table to grab your stuff and leave.

[pxnk-velvet]

Heyoo.... So Kakashi x Dom reader, they're already in a relationship, she think of something new to do tonight, she just makes him lay down and takes the reigns, but instead of being rough or kinky she surprises him by being very very soft, a lot of care and body worshipping and loving words and actions, she doesn't let him do anything, he just has to lay down, relax and let her baby him and worship him

𝐻𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝐵𝑖𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑑𝑎𝑦 [NSFW!]

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𝐾𝑎𝑘𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑖 𝐻𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑥 𝐹𝑒𝑚!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

✧ word count :: 1.7k

✧ summary :: Despite her usual approach to things in bed with Kakashi, Y/n was going to make sure Kakashi felt loved on his birthday one way or another.

✧ warnings :: nsfw!, fluff, established relationship, implied dom reader, oral (m!receiving), body worship, praise, intended for mature readers only! reblogs are appreciated <3

✧ a/n :: this is the first time I’ve written anything spicy in forever and I’m only doing this bc it was our husbands birthday a few weeks ago soooo and ik this is like super late but idc I’m just happy I was finally able to finish a piece ok? Let me live 🖐🏼😤

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He’s so pretty…

That was the only thing on Y/n’s mind as she stood with Kakashi in her arms. The two of them were standing in front of the mirror that was near the foot of their bed. Simply soaking in each other’s presence and enjoying the company. 

She peered at him from over his shoulder, her chin perched on his shoulder as she admired the godly man in her grasp. 

Her eyes tracing every single curve and dip present on his body. Warmly gazing over every scar, scratch, or imperfection that was embedded onto him. Her hands glazed over his sides and core as they settled near his abdomen. Fingertips pressing into the soft skin that shielded strong muscle underneath. Her lips were gentle against his shoulder blades as she littered kisses across his back.

It was moments of appreciation like this that made Y/n truly wonder how she had managed to find a man like Kakashi. Of course he came with his faults, but everyone does. And she never let that get in the way of her love for. 

“Happy birthday.” She hummed sweetly against his skin, a smile occupying her eyes as for her lips were busy pressed against his skin.

Kakashi returned one, butterflies erupting in Y/n’s stomach when she saw it. 

That. His smile was one of the prettiest things she’d ever encountered in all her years. She did everything in her power to keep it gentle and bright. Even if he wore his mask nearly all day, she can only hope it never dims underneath.

All day her chest had been blossoming with love, seeing Kakashi smile so much today. Receiving gifts from friends and comrades. Yet she knew it wasn't just the gifts themselves but the acknowledgment and appreciation these people had for him. She believed he deserved it all with every fiber of her being. And yet she had no idea how to show him just that. That was until they had made it home.

Now clad in simple house clothes, they had spent the rest of the day enjoying each other. Y/n had cooked Kakashi his favorite meal for dinner and surprised him with a little homemade cake. Emphasizing the little, simply because she knew he wasn’t one for sweets, so it was really just a simple serving for herself that Kakashi insisted he feed to her himself. Only to smear frosting across her face and pull her in for a kiss, claiming that she had a little frosting on her lips. 

Her kisses still tasted sweet with the frosting as Kakashi turned to face her, his back to the mirror. Now pulling her into his arms and draping them around Y/n’s waist, resting his hands against her lower back.

With sparkling eyes, ones Kakashi could get lost in forever, Y/n looked up at him, musing, “I love you,” placing a quick kiss to his lips. Not giving him a chance to respond before she kisses him again, singing another “I love you,” then repeating the process over and over again. Littering kisses all over his face, jaw, and neck. 

Y/n was quick to maneuver Kakashi so he was laying on the edge of the bed, her hips settled suggestively over his. An obviously give away as to what she had instore for the birthday boy.

Y/n’s kisses never seized fire, every single one was light yet held so much passion. Creating a constellation of love across his skin. Sending electricity to both his heart and the deep pit in his stomach. 

The only time her kissing stopped was when she sat up straight, placing her palms against his chest. Fingertips gentle gliding against the light dusting of gray hair. Her lips stretched with a sweet smile, eyes warm as she spoke, “Did you know that I love you?” Her voice was smooth like honey, as it invaded Kakashi’s senses. 

His body felt like it was floating. His cheeks were covered in a warm flush that grew even hotter whenever she moved above him. Even just the slightest drag of her pelvis seemed to cause his senses to go haywire. The way her gaze soaked up every single minuscule reaction wasn’t helping either. 

The intimate moments they shared together were often like this. Kakashi allowing Y/n to do as she pleases for her own pleasure, which only fueled his own. 

Kakashi swallowed the dryness in his throat, replying to her question with a slight giggle, “Yes, Y/n. You’ve mentioned that already.”

Her smile grew even more, glowing like a light above, “I know but I just want to make sure. I love you. Everything about you,” She sang sweetly, placing a kiss at the base of his throat.

“Your perfections,” a kiss now placed to his collarbone, Y/n nipping the skin. Making Kakashi jump slightly, to which she giggled while continuing her ministrations down his front. 

“Your imperfections, your eyes, your hair, your body…” She dragged, bringing her tongue to slowly trace previous kisses up to his navel and back down, “Your muscles,” Again, Kakashi’s skin jumped when her hands crawled up his abdomen, relishing in the way the muscles went taunt under her touch. 

“But most of all,” She slowly sat up, Kakashi groaning at the loss of the warmth of her lips against his skin, “Your mind,” Y/n’s hands came down to toy with the hem of his pants. Her fingers teasing the edges, slipping beneath, only to retract when his breath grew heavy. 

“Your heart,” Y/n whispered only loud enough for the two of them to hear. Regardless of the fact if they were the only ones in the room. She wanted those words to only fall upon his ears. He was the most deserving after all. 

One of her hands came to cup the tent that had stood mighty before her, squeezing gently, feeling the way his blood pulsed violently through his veins. 

The way he gripped the sheets beneath his fists as a groan fell from behind his grit teeth, caused the fire in the pit of Y/n’s stomach to ignite, sending electricity through her body. 

“Kakashi,” She called, the only thing present on her face was love and sincerity, “I love you with every fiber of my being,” Her hands came to grip the fabric of his pants, “and I’m going to make sure you know that tonight.”

His pants were gone soon after, Y/n getting off only to undress Kakashi and herself, only to resume the same position. Only now there was no restriction between them, now purely skin to skin. Each drunk off of each other and the effects shared between them. 

Kakashi could’ve sworn he was in paradise. The image before him was one he had seen time and time again but always took his breath away. Watching Y/n lean down, taking his cock into her hand, looking up at him with big eyes. He sighed loudly, throwing his head back against the bed, hands gripping the bed sheets underneath. 

“Fuck...Y/n,” A wave of hot electricity washed over Kakashi as Y/n took him into her mouth. Her tongue working the underside of his length, her right hand still gripping whatever she couldn’t fit in her mouth. 

Kakashi’s hips jerked every time his head would brush against the back of her throat. Which in turn caused the heat between her legs to grow hotter and heavier. Once she had been able to work her mouth all the way down the length of his cock, her nose pressed gently against his pelvis. Brushing against the dusting of dark gray hair at the base of his length.

His hand found refuge at the crown of her head, “Just like that...yes,” He groaned deeply, Kakashi could’ve sworn he was seeing stars at this point. 

One of the things about Y/n that never failed to amaze him was the way she knew how to work his body. In ways that he wasn’t aware of until she became a part of his sexual life. 

Y/n continued on, pulling back to catch her breath real quick before diving back in. Her lips warm and wet against his shaft, tongue occasionally toying with the head of his cock. All the while she had snuck her own hand between her legs, in hopes of relieving the tension that had grown in her core. The moans that rumbled in her throat, her own fingers slowly circling sensitive bud, caused vibrations to ring throughout Kakashi’s body as his jaw hung slack. Pretty noises rolling off of his tongue like butter. 

Soon enough, he was chanting to the heavens above, “I’m coming, Y/n, I’m so close.” Singing her name like a mantra before spilling his load on her tongue. To which she prettily displayed before him, swallowing all that she could. 

A few moments later, giving some time to relax, Y/n had climbed onto his lap. Straddling his hips, which wasn’t the best help for his sensitive state at the moment. Regardless, she situated her frame over his, all the while running her thumb across her lips. Cleaning up whatever she had missed, “Open.” She whispered, placing her opposite hand on his chest and bringing her cum covered thumb to his lips. 

She smiles warmly, rocking her hips against his when he parted his lips and stuck out his tongue. 

“Good.” Her voice was smooth as she dragged her thumb across Kakashi’s tongue, watching intently as his lips closed around her digit and proceeded to clean it of his own seed. 

“You’re so pretty, Kakashi,” She sang happily, retracting her finger and pulling his bottom lip along with it. 

Kakashi’s chest inflated with a huge sigh, Y/n coming to lay against it as he wiped the sweat across his brow, “You get me every time, don’t you?” He chuckled deeply, peering down at her.

“Of course,” She hummed, sitting up again, “But we aren’t done yet.”

She lifted her weight, shifting so she could position her slick opening right at the tip of his hard again cock, “That was only the first part of your gift, birthday boy.” She giggled. All before settling down onto his length. Nestling her hips securely against his, throwing her head back at the addictive sensation. She soon began working herself up and down his shaft, not before muttering breathily, “Happy Birthday, Kakashi.” with a lust drunk smile etched across her lips. 

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[atherix0]

hullo, greenhouse anon again, i’ve reread midnight dreams as a whole and wish to say more! :3

i don’t think i’ve properly described how the three of them sharing a bed has affected me. they’re domesticated, laying in each other’s space when they’re the most vulnerable yet feel the safest. they’re finally all together and don’t have to worry about one another because they’re finally in one bed.

it’s such a large dose of serotonin in a little scene that i doubt we’ll experience often (given scar’s sleeping schedule), but the moment has finally arrived. unfortunate that it had to come from grian’s expense but i can’t deny how much more it adds when mumbo and scar aren’t far or hesitant to stay <3

i never considered how difficult it would’ve first been for mumbo to share a bed with someone again and to think at how it brings him protective joy that scar lays alongside grian—

they all aid each other unintentionally through every struggle, traumatic past, or sacrificial thought by simply loving one another, i can’t. loving someone can be a vulnerability yet they’re all such strong individuals alone, survivors, and it gives them something to fight for ahhhhhhh

also also he called them both his mates!!! yess, they are yours and you are theirs, the acceptance and free use of the official title from mumbo’s vampire instincts and nature gives me life.

(lowkey though, i don’t think we’ve addressed enough how traumatized mumbo must be from grian’s multiple kidnappings. both have happened when he’s asleep and the fact that his late wife was murdered in bed before he was forced turned and pushed into hundreds of years of solitude— my guy has some serious trauma from waking to horrendous events involving his lovers, no wonder he’s such a light sleeper. i’m surprised he’s not even more reluctant to sleep given that he can’t be with his lovers when they’re active and alone without him watching [ik they don’t need his constant protection but instinct wise, yknow?]. i think it genuinely just adds to scar sleeping in their bed for the first time too)

the pain in knowing that they’re closer than they’ve ever been before and that shines light onto scar’s constant struggle is bittersweet. mumbo and grian finally know how bad it can/it’s getting to be; they can be there to comfort but they can’t take his pain away (at least not now, i hope).

the even bigger pain that grian has begun to think of what will happen if/when they all potentially pass because of his nightmare. they deserve peace and happiness after all the fighting and running each of them has done from their past, yet i assume it’ll be a bit before then (not that i’m complaining, i love angst and even more when it’s your writing).

to think that grian would be physically alone in the natural world if mumbo and scar passed is so cruel yet tragically intriguing. that through all the struggles they’ve faced alone and together, they would never get to rest in peace alongside each other after conflict or mortal ties. i refuse to believe that will be the case, however, given how powerful grian has been hinted to be beyond looks (now when will they all realize is the real question).

they’ve finally realized how in love they all are with each other after +140k words, i wonder how long it’ll take for them to realize how op they are power and ally wise (they’re beautiful, but they’re still men, afterall)

anyway, it’s 2 am and i have to wake early, ty for feeding me content <33

Hello hello again >:3 I love to see it~~

I love love love domestic moments jkfgdklfk them just lying together sleeping in bed and just being there im hjkfdsjkf

Scar doesn't sleep often but he will totally just lie in bed with them for a while and enjoy the peace <3 kjhgfdkjgfd Grian may have had the worst night of his life in the last three or so years but at least he got to cuddle with his favorite men jhfdsk <3 These two will do ANYTHING for their lovely birdman <3 If he needs them they'll be there jkfdjksk <3<3

jkgfdklgfdjk after decades/centuries of sleeping alone it's definitely quite a difference sleeping with someone next to you. But he's definitely not complaining, getting to see them there, in his bed, where he can see them and protect them and just hjfjkdsjk <3

YESSSS that is my favorite thing with relationships, how simply LOVING someone can be so powerful <3 of course relationships need more than simply love or attraction, it still takes work, but it comes so naturally for them <3 ghhghjgf-

YES he's finally begun to embrace his more Vampiric instincts <3 It probably helps with how subtly encouraging both Grian and Scar are, small assurances that his instincts are not bad as long as he doesn't take them to extremes and they're part of who he is hflds <3

(hahahahahahahahahaha :) :) Yeah bad shit happens while Mumbo sleeps jkfdksjfg it definitely makes him anxious, I'm sure the fact that Scar sleeping occasionally has the side effect of a painful core restabilization, of which the aftermath would show itself after Mumbo has gone to bed, won't add to this anxiety- BUT YEAH everything would be solved (not really but you know) if they all had the same sleeping schedule haha :) )

jhgfkhgfjkd YEAH <3 </3 They can be there for him now that they know, because he's been dealing with this alone for YEARS and honestly over the last few years has probably only been holding on for Tubbo's sake </3 But now he has Grian and Mumbo who will be there for him through it and they all know the truth now and he doesn't have to act so strong all the time and just hjfkdskfd-

Hahaha if I can make people a little more heartbroken I will <3 (Hmmmm when and how they realize it... :) )

LMAO when I said it was slowburn I meant it <3 But yes, when will they realize how absolutely powerful they are... the ultimate power throuple in the most literal of ways hjfdslkk (HGJFSHKFHSK)

You are welcome and I hope you slept well~! <3 Thank you for reading and taking the time to share your thoughts~! <3

[jadedxrealityw]

-Meeting The Family- Draco Malfoy x Female Reader

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     Request: hi darling, how you doing? can i request a draco x reader where is draco going to her house on christmas break to meet her parents? maybe she has a younger brother who is quite jealous of her and draco together? just something very fluff and funny !! thank you, i love your work btw ❤️

     Kody: YESS. I’ve been waiting for something like this for the sole purpose that i’m going to make the reader a Weasley!

     Year: 7th

    House: Gryffindor

    Possible Triggers/Warnings: Fred and George being the best siblings, Molly being Molly, Draco being literally terrified of the Weasley’s, a little bit of the spice spice at the end. 

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   “will you stop pacing? Your making me nervous” you grumble, watching as the platinum blond hair boy walked back and forth in your dorm room “Your nervous? Your not the one meeting your girlfriends whole bloody family today” he snaps at you. 

    he walks over to the edge of your bed and sits down, putting his face in his hands “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you” he sighs deeply. You crack a smile and walked over to stand in front of him and take his hands into yours “It’s alright, but i’ll be there so there’s nothing to worry about. They’ll love you”

   Draco scoffs, leaning his head against your stomach “They have every right to hate me, my father is a horrible person to them and they’ll think i’m just the same as him” he spoke. You had never seen him so worked up over anything before, except for maybe when you got injured by a werewolf in the woods. 

    you purse your lips before sitting comfortably on his lap “Draco. You are nothing like your father and you will show them that. So stop moping okay?” you watch his eyes for a moment as he nods his head “Okay darling. I won’t mope. I just hope your right about this”

   “I’m always right”

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    today was the day, you had put on a blue, burnt orange, and brown striped sweater with blue jeans. The Weasley aesthetic really while Draco wore a emerald green sweater with black jeans (ik hawt). You stood in front of the burrow, holding his hand “Here we go” you spoke.

   you reach up to knock a couple times and the door swings open. It was Fred with a candy cane in his mouth. He looks at the both of you and nods once “Hey Y/n and Malfoy. I’m Fred by the way, not George. Just so you know” he sticks out his hand and Draco takes it. They shake hands. That’s a good start.

   he takes the candy cane out of his mouth and points behind him “Let’s head in shall we?” he says and you smile. As you both step in, you could hear everyone talking “Is Charlie here yet?” you turn and face your brother. Fred’s face drops and he shakes his head “He said he got busy with work.”

   you nod slowly, your expression dropping “Oh, okay” you shrug. “Y/n!” you hear a familiar shout and watch as Molly and Arthur come from around the corner. You let go of Draco’s hand and walk up to them. They both embrace you tightly. You pull away from them and walk back to Draco.

   you could tell how tense he was when he saw your parents. “Mum, Dad. This is Draco” you say and slowly brought him up to them. Draco cleared his throat before speaking “Hello Mrs. and Mr. Weasley. Thank you so much for inviting me” he spoke. So polite. 

   your mother smiled warmly at him as well as your father “Well, were glad you came. Seems like our girls like Slytherins” Molly let out a laugh. You raise a brow “What do you mean?” “Hey Draco” you both turn to the right and see Pansy Parkinson come out of the hallway. Oh right, Ginny’s girlfriend.

   Draco smiled kindly, she was his friend after all. “hey Pans” he replies. Pansy waves before disappearing into the living area. “Now, you two join your siblings in the living room while we finish dinner” Molly spoke and leant down to kiss your forehead before leaning with Arthur “I think that went well”

    Draco nods “Me too”

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    “Percy, don’t be such a buzzkill and take the candy cane” George sat next to Percy, jabbing him in the side with the peppermint treat. Percy just rolled his eyes and continued to read the book we was holding. You chuckle as you sat on the sofa with Draco, his arm wrapped around your shoulders.

   It was certainly a full house tonight. Molly, Arthur, George, Luna, Fred, Percy, Ginny, Pansy, Bill, Fleur, Ron, Hermione, you, and Draco. You wondered where you would all eat considering your family table could barely fit the kids who already lived in the house. “Your family is much different than mine” Draco whispers to you.

   you turn your head to face him with a smile. “Yeah, we’re definitely stranger then other families” you laugh quietly, a grin forming on his face. “I like it. I’m so used to the quiet that i forgot that actual families talk and hang out with each other” he spoke, his eyes glossing over a bit as he looks at the tall christmas tree.

   you reach into his lap and grab his hand, bringing it up to your lips to kiss his knuckles. “I hope i don’t make you feel as alone anymore” you spoke with a small frown on your face. Draco shook his head and with the arm wrapped around your shoulders, he grabs the back of your head and pulls you into a kiss.

   it was sweet and loving. To bad you had shit for brian brothers. “Hey hands off Malfoy! No snogging my sister while i’m here!” Ron shouts, causing you to pull away from the kiss. Hermione seemed annoyed with her boyfriend and pushes his shoulder “Y/n can do whatever Y/n want’s get over yourself Ron”

   George and Fred both choked back laughter then actually choked on candy canes. Idiots. Ron grumbled something and crossed his arms. What a child. After more talking you had the urge to go to the bathroom and laid your head in the crook of Draco’s neck “I’ll be right back. I have to use the bathroom. Okay?”

   Draco nods and places a hand on your thigh to squeeze it gently before unwrapping his limbs from yours “I’ll be back. Be nice. All of you” you gaze at all your brothers because Ginny at least knew how to be nice to Draco. You give a sharp glare to Ron before you leave the living room.

   Fred watches as you walk out of the room and like a pack of dogs, every single Weasley sibling crowded Draco. He thought he was going to be murdered on the spot as his grey eyes widened. Bill smiles lightly and holds out his hand to shake “Hi, i’m Bill. Anyway as you probably know were missing a Weasley tonight”

   Draco grabs his hand and shakes it “Charlie, right?” he says and all there heads nod. Oh this is so creepy. “Right. Well you see Y/n is really close to Charlie, but she hasn’t been able to see him for almost three years and such, so Fred told her he’s not coming, but we plan on surprising her when we open gifts”

   a small smile graces the Slytherins face- wait. “Why are you telling me this?” he questions and Percy speaks up surprisingly “Because you make our sister happy and considering you both are graduating next year, we figure your  going to be around more often and- so welcome to the family Malfoy”

   Draco was in complete shock as Percy spoke, considering he thought Percy hated him the most. Y/n was right. “Thank you. I also want to apologize for my fathers behaviour towards your family as well as mine in the past. It took me awhile to see you guys the way Y/n does”

   the twins shake their heads “Don’t worry about it. Your dad’s a real piece of work. Y/n tells us your mum’s nice enough though” they spoke in unison. Draco nods “yeah, she’s not judgemental” he reassures. “Anyway, we hope your having a nice night though. Right Ron?” Bill turns to face the younger Weasley.

   Ron looks at Bill and shakes his head, but Bill hits his shoulder “Yeah yeah whatever. We hope your having a blast” Ron then tore away from the group and went back to sitting with Hermione on the other sofa, mumbling something along the lines of ‘snogging his sister’ 

   a couple minutes later you came back into the living room and were pleasantly surprised to see Bill, George, and Fred chatting with Draco who seemed to be smiling brightly. What a sight. You lean against the doorway and watch as he interacted with your brothers. 

   you watch as they all went to sit on the floor so Percy, Ginny, Hermione, Luna, and Pansy could sit down and chat as well. Who would thought the Slytherin prince would get along so well with your family. “You guys seem to be having fun” you say as they turn to look at you. 

   you look to your left to see Ron sitting alone on the loveseat with a scowl on his face. You wave the group off before going to sit with your brother. He looks at you then the floor “Y/n” he spoke and you smiled lightly “Ron” you say in the same manner. “Why aren’t you sitting with the rest of them?”

   Ron scoffs under his breath “Why should i? Malfoy will never be friends” he comments and you reach up to lift his face, making him look at the group laughing and talking. “Look at Percy. He’s the most stuck up person i know and he is having a blast talking to Draco and Pansy. Why do you have a problem?”

   Ron sighs and pushes your hand away “Because your my sister. Yes, i know Ginny is to, but we’re the same age you and i. I can talk to you about anything, but ever since you and Draco got together. It hasn’t been you and i. It’s been you and him. What’s gonna happen when your married? I’ll never see you”

   you frown. You didn’t know Ron felt this way at all. It wasn’t as surprising though to be honest “Ron. Your my brother and i love you dearly. I’ll never forget about you or George, Fred, Percy, Ginny, Bill, and Charlie. Your my family. If your ever feeling alone. Just talk to me, okay?”

   your words seemed to cheer Ron up. He nods and looks over at the group once more “Let’s do this.” he said and stood up.

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    after dinner the whole family including the lovers were in the living room again, passing out gifts. You watch as a square shaped box decorated with orange wrapping paper and a red bow floated from out a room and into each and every ones laps “oh wow, i wonder what these could be” 

    George spoke sarcastically before getting wacked on the head by Molly. You chuckle and look over at Draco who stared at aw in the christmas gift in his lap “Are you alright my boy?” Arthur spoke up. Draco looks up and nods eagerly “I’ve never gotten a real christmas gift before. My mother snuck me sweets and such, but never anything like this”

    Molly gave Draco a look of solace before smiling “Well, i hope you enjoy this one! Now kids open them up!” she shouts and you all start to rip open the wrapping paper and you saw a deep red sweater with your first initial on it. Every year. The Weasley kids slip on there sweaters “Thanks mum!”

   after slipping yours on, you look over at Draco who had a emerald green sweater in his hands with the letter ‘D’ on it. He looked excited as he takes off his quidditch sweater to put on Molly’s. “Do you like it Draco?” you spoke “i absolutely love it” he a wide smile spreads across his face.

    Luna got a baby blue sweater

   Hermione got a deep red one as well

   Fleur got a white sweater

   Pansy got a emerald green sweater as well as Draco.

   Pansy slipped hers on and nods smugly “i look awesome. I’m never taking it off. You’ll have to kill me first!” she exclaims as Ginny laughs beside her “She’s not joking either” Luna pulls the sweater over her head and wraps her arms around herself “So warm” she mumbles in her soft voice. 

   George smiles brightly and wraps his arms around her “Your so cute” he says before kissing the side of her face. Fleur looked down at the sweater on her and smiles warmly “I adore it” she spoke in her thick accent and Bill nods before grabbing her hand to kiss her knuckles.

   Molly clapped happily “I’m so glad you all like it. Now me and Arthur are going to get the christmas cookies from the kitchen. We’ll be right back out!” she announces before leaving the room. Everyone began to talk amongst each other and while you were distracted Draco snuck off into the kitchen.

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   “Um hello” he spoke up. Molly turns around and places the icing bag she was holding on the counter. “Ah Draco! Did you need something?” she asked, waving her hand for him to step closer. Draco walks over and immediately felt a cold shiver run up his spine. He was nervous.

   “I wanted to ask you both something?” he says, gulping. Arthur and Molly look at each other before smiling “Sure, go ahead” Arthur spoke. Draco takes a deep breath to calm his nerves “Me and Y/n have been dating for three years now and i know we only just turned 18, but i wanted to ask for your blessing to marry her when the time is right”

   Molly gasped loudly, before covering her mouth “Oh Draco! We would be more than happy to give you our blessing. She talks about you all the time and you had been nothing but kind to her and our family. I know you are much different then your father. you’ve learn to accept and adapt”

   Draco felt as if a weight has been lifted off his shoulders and he smiles “Thank you so much. Uh- can i help ice those? If you’ll teach me how?” he laughs nervously and Molly nods.

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   ten minutes later Draco came out holding a tray of cookies with your parents. You smile lightly at the sight. How cute. He places the tray down on the floor where the group sat and everyone began to much on cookies, except for Fred and George. Where had they gone off too? Draco takes a seat next to you.

   he hands you a cookie and you smile, taking a bite “You snuck away to ice cookies with my parents?” you ask, laughing a little. He nods with a smile and pecks your lips quickly, “Seemed fun” he replied nonchalantly. You roll your eyes and continue to eat your cookie in piece.

   after everyone ate one Molly shot up from the sofa and gasped “Godric! We forgot Y/n’s present outside!” she exclaims, causing everyone to look at her. You tilt your head “What present?” you ask. “We all pitched in and got you a present. It’s so big we have to show you outside” Arthur spoke.

   you were now thoroughly confused as everybody made there way to the front door and walking out. Draco grabs your hand and lifts you up from the ground. You both walk outside and see George and Fred on both sides of a tall present, wrapped in orange paper with your name written in red ink.

   you laugh nervously. What was going on? “Um- do i open it?” you ask and Ginny nods, pushing you forward “Go on! Open it!” she shouts. You watch as George and Fred walk away from the present and behind you. “we suggest to pull the red ribbon then step back” George points out.

   you chuckle with a confused expression before taking the end of the ribbon and tug it once. You hear a couple clicks and step back quickly as the box falls apart. A tall male with orange hair and a red sweater with a ‘C’ smiles at you. Charlie. You watch as he steps out the box and opens his arms.

   “Hello my little dragon” he smile brightly as you ran up and tackled him into a hug. He lifts you off the ground and spins you around as you cling onto him. After a couple seconds he lets go and eyes you up and down “You’ve gotten so tall! and your hair is different. I also hear you have a boyfriend” he teases.

   you smile widely and nod “Yeah. He’s hear. Um- Draco!” you turn around and call for your boyfriend who steps towards you, holding out his hand “I’m Draco Malfoy” he says politely as they both shake hands “I’m Charlie! I hope my little sister hasn’t annoyed you too much. She’s mental this one”

   you huff and wack your older brothers arm “Hey! Don’t scare him off!” you shout, making Charlie laugh. He shrugs his shoulders “I don’t think he’s going anywhere. Your in for the long hall Malfoy. Welcome to the Weasley’s!” he exclaims and Draco smiles as he wraps an arm around your shoulders.

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   the party came to an end and everyone made there way to there perspective rooms. There was surprisingly enough room for everyone, to be fair your pretty sure that your father used a spell to add some extra rooms of some sort. You put on black and white flannel pants with a black crop top, as well as a dark grey jacket.

   Draco had on a black t-shirt and his boxers. You yawn as you began to fold up your sweater and place it in your trunk. You feel hands wrap around your waist and pull you close to his chest. “I had fun tonight” Draco mumbles against the skin of your shoulder since your jacket had slipped down your arms a bit. 

   you smile and lean your head back to look at him “You did? I’m happy. I’m also happy i got to see my brother” you spoke with a warm smile. Draco hums in response and slowly begins to pull the jacket off of your arms “I promised my mum no funny business while were here Draco”

   he smirks and begins to place sweet kisses on your neck “You may have promised that, but i didn’t darling” he rasps. You feel one of his hands run across the exposed skin of your stomach as his thumb traces the hem of your pants. “Why are you always horny?” you asked.

   “I don’t know? Have you seen yourself?” he chuckles as he spins you around to face him “Come on darling~” he coos and dips down to kiss your collar bone. “I-” “-Goodnight Y/n. Goodnight Draco!” you heard Charlie, Percy, and Fred shout. Oh those little shits.

   you flush in embarrassment and sputter out a goodnight back as Draco growls in frustration. “Cockblockers” he snarls, making you laugh. “Don’t worry, there going to do it to every couple in here. Didn’t expect Percy too though, just listen” you say and Draco keep quiet to listen.

   “Night Ginny. Night Pansy!” 

   “Go away were busy!” Ginny shouts

   “Sleep tight Fleur and Bill!”

   “You all are insufferable!” Bill yells making you snicker a bit

   “We don’t have to worry about Ron and Hermione. Ron has got like zero game” Fred speaks and they all laugh.

   “Hey i heard that!” Ron shrieks in offense.

   “Sleep well George! Sleep well Luna!”

   “You guys can’t pull this shit on me! Shove off!” George shouts and you hear a door slam.

   “Goodnight” Luna says. What a sweet girl

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   Kody: I hope you enjoyed this one. I really liked writing it! Anyways peace.

[voidcat]

– rushed whispers

wc: 1.3k + 0.4k ; warnings: (implied) smut, so,, suggestive at best ig

a/n: ik thats not what the anon wanted w I Bet On Losing Dogs but it was nice to put it on repeat while writing this.

It begins like a faint melody, soft and gentle.

A tone of sadness always lingers, a possibility of what could’ve been and the ‘what-if’s; though it never leaves a bad taste, just… distinct.

Like swaying to an old tune, his breath dances on your skin, your hands fumbling with his vest.

Little words spoken, sounds filling the air, the specifics always blur by the time you cut to the chase. The locations do not matter, neither is picky. It’s spontaneous, exciting, the risks keep it going and making your chest race with the possibilities.

So little spoken out loud when there is much to be said and discussed.

In its entirety, it’s just the noises that fill the air, fingers working ever so quickly; skins touching, tracing, nails sinking and marking. It’s just his breath fawning over your ear and your lips on his neck, words have long lost their meanings, as always.

A wordless agreement of sorts. It’s never discussed, nor planned. One seeks out the other and you begin tiptoeing around each other again. Almost like a dance in the dark, that’s how it feels, with your eyes barely open but never off each other, relishing in the pleasure, it ends as it begins.

And Dazai, he never takes his eyes off you. Yet there’s so little light, so little spark in them. Hints and traces of various degrees of emotions flow endlessly but they look exactly as you feel in such escapes, like a veil pulled over, no room for a source of light. Sometimes you wonder if he even possesses a heart.

It’s silly, how on one hand your minds hazy and on the other you think such things. He might think of the same things for you, for all you know.

But you never will, and that’s exactly the point.

Dazai is good at many things and keeping this strictly as intended is one of these.

Grab the bolo tie and pull him in, he’ll be latching on to you instantly. Teeth and skin, he is everywhere. It’s rushed, it’s deep, there’ll be marks in the evening and neither ever really cares.

Isn’t this the point? To not care, to not be attached. Simply a business affair on pleasure. What better way to ensure your colleague will be on his top performance than to make sure of it yourself?

No feelings or strings, they say, but none of it was ever discussed since the beginning. How could any of it work if feelings weren’t a part of it? Every time a new surprise, be it rough, gentle, attentive or selfish. You suppose it’d never be what they call “love making” but then again, that’s not what either of you are craving.

Love isn’t needed when you get to feel every other emotion to feel there is.

“Hey, would you come out for a sec?” It’s as easy like this to get you outside. And next your back will be pressed against the cold surface. He’s onto you in an instant, his warmth making up for the cold that’s growing. While he is busy with your neck, your hands start with the practiced routine.

By the time the buttons come undone, he moves on from your neck, impatient as ever. Still, he often holds the back of your neck during these, and he is careful with the pressure he is applying, making sure your head never hits against the wall, tilting your head while considering the angles to your comfort.

Your mind grows foggy, such is the effect of Dazai, and despite it, you cannot stop thinking. Of all the small details, gestures, what goes on and doesn’t, focusing on the pleasure is one but this? It’s another.

And he knows, that your mind is elsewhere – you know it too. Again, shouldn’t that be a part of it? To take each other’s minds off of things?

Even when your attention is rarely on him, he doesn’t say much of it, doesn’t demand your attention or care, biting on your neck and sucking on it afterwards, he moves up again.

It’s a way to escape for him too, doesn’t care how much of yourself you’ll give to him. Though this doesn’t change the fact that he likes it when your focus is solely on him.

So you do, one hand to stroke his neck and soon moving to the nape of it, up and grabbing his hair, pulling at the moments you know he’ll like, deepening his biting, the movement of his body, pressed against yours until the both oh you are molded in the shape of one another.

There is roughness and gentleness when it calls for it, but all in all, there is passion in his actions. Knowing your body and his, watching every move and reaction, drinking in the sounds the two of you make, as nothing else matters in that moment.

Until it shatters and the unspoken agreement is back in action. It’s never spoken of until it happens again. The again always comes sooner than expected. He is impatient as he is passionate.

Playing each other like instruments, you like to hear him moan the most. Pulling his hair to make room for yourself and leaving marks on him. Dazai claims he hates pain but loves to chase after it like hungry.

It is a good agreement, though nonexistent.

All the marks remain to remind of the pleasures of the previous encounters. It comes as a bonus, to wake up in the morning and look in the mirror, seeing marks of red and purple bloom everywhere, every square of your bodies. Satisfactory, although a little scary, showing how much you the other has seen.

No rules to abide, no strings to get caught in, and another thing you realize is that you never kiss.

Lips have touched everywhere but the faces, those remain clean, undisturbed. Maybe neither of you got a taste for masks, maybe you fear the implications of kissing one’s face.

But as clear as the sky and bright as the sun, this is one of the things that always remain unchanged.

Then Dazai kisses you. His teeth tugs at your bottom lip, pulling it down, he must be aiming to make it bleed there, you surmise.

He has kissed every corner of your body but your face and now here he stands, body against yours again, one hand to hold your neck, other to pull you by the waist, tugging on your lip as if he always does this.

No word was ever spoken yet it was always in the open. It should be your earlobe he’s tugging right now, what is he doing?,you think and ask yourself, until you find yourself kissing him back.

As always, it’s these moments of indulgence and pleasure where your mind is running fast. His skin looks barer than ever, he seems vulnerable. With how his bandages have come undone, how he lets you every time, never once hands holding yours in an attempt to stop. Layer upon layer, tightened straps of gauze and fabric to hide away everything underneath, every piece of him; and they come undone like nothing.

It becomes too loud in an instant.

Then again, hasn’t this always been the case? Weren’t all the choices and gestures you made, all the touches and caressing louder than words could ever be? Doing what words could never achieve, setting rules in untouchable air, to surround and entail you, claim your spirit and mind.

Perhaps he just knew you’d never ask the questions he won’t answer, or he simply trusts you, to an extent, as you do him.

It’s loud, with all the mixed noises, actions and hushed whispers – his eyes on yours as always, you give in and let the moment take in, your focus only on Dazai in this corner of time, as no one else exists.

Eyes like a hawk’s, it’s the moments when he gets to see you without nothing but bliss in mind that he cherishes the most. This time, it’s different and he is aware the reason behind is his actions. Unlike any other time, it’s not mere minutes where he gets to have you completely, a shift of something in you and until the high of it rises and dies down, you’re his, and all of him is yours.

For now, Dazai ignores the consequences of his actions and lives through what little you get to share until it ends.

‘La petite mort’, what a fitting name, he thinks, and how expected of him to enjoy it.

The clock starts ticking again, your pupils are narrowing.

“We’re down for this time, for sure.” You speak out as your breathing returns to normal, voice a still raspy.

“How so?” Dazai asks in return, his usual smile appearing back on his face, his composure looks far better than yours, in which you poke him for.

“Kunikida was right besides us!” you keep whispering the words, trying not to raise your voice. To anyone else, you’d come off agitated however Dazai knows you by now, just a tad worried, that’s all it is. “Even if he didn’t have suspicions before, he does now. We practically handed him over the proof.”

With a sigh, you lean back and run your hands to check your clothes for any fix-ups.

In return, Dazai leans over and rests his forehead by your face. Nobody pays much attention to the tidiness of his bandages so he leaves them be.

Turning his face to yours, the smile you’ve grown to hate never falters. It’s easier to relax somehow, and if he concentrates he can smell the scent of his skin on you. “Well, it’s not like Kunikida gets a say in who we get to see off the clock,” letting out a breath, his smile softens, “does he now?”

Fumbling with your bracelet as you listen, you perk up at his words. “Dazai, these are the work hours, we are on the job right now.” He can hear the confusion in your voice, he can’t blame you for that.

You never talk about any of these, let alone further implications of whatever this is.

You just assumed it’d end as always, going back to your divided lives, pretending nothing happened.

Up until now, nothing ever happened.

For the moment, he lets you ignore his implications.

There’ll be time to talk about these later.