#I kept randomly saying this out loud so I had to make a silly thing haha

[feliciadraws]

Butter god, god with the butter, butter god, god with the butter on her 🧈 🐺

[suntoru]

𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎.

⤷ feat. hawks & dabi.

synopsis: random headcanons about domestic fluff, doesn’t really have plot

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warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, domesticity, a bit of swearing

hawks.

⤷ lazy morning cuddles

you wake up with the feeling of someone clinging onto you. opening your half lidded eyes, you see keigo with his arms wrapped around your waist, wings gently draped around the both of you. you wish this moment would last forever, but unfortunately, you both had work to do. sighing begrudgingly, you moved to get up, only to feel his grip tighten on you. “stay. please?” he begs, voice still groggy and tired. “kei, i gotta go make breakfast.” you tell him, but he pulls you closer, if that was even possible. “just five more minutes? i promise i’ll help.” his puppy dog eyes melt your resolve, and you reluctantly sink into his arms, even if you knew this would take longer than five minutes.

⤷ cooking breakfast

normally, you two alternate who makes breakfast every day, but sometimes you just do it with each other. you’re cooking food when he comes from behind and envelopes you in a warm hug. “g’morning baby bird, whatchu you cooking? smells good.” he mumbles into the crook of your neck. you smile and press a kiss to his forehead. “lemme help.” he grabs the plates and glasses to the table, then starts to assist you by getting all the ingredients out, and cooking it himself. even though he could easily hire maids to make the food, he likes to spend moments like these with you.

⤷ getting ready together.

helping each other get ready for another day has become a daily occurrence in your household now. washing your faces, brushing your teeth, and getting dressed is something you can’t imagine doing without the other, as silly as it sounds. buttoning his jacket and kissing his nose is now a thing he won’t leave without. giggles erupt from you both when you’re in the bathroom making goofy faces and trying to make the other laugh, usually getting distracted and later panicking in regret. but don’t worry, he’s not called hawks, the fastest pro hero for nothing.

⤷ doing mundane things

there’s never a moment in your life that you find boring, or wishing for something more. even if you’re reading a book and he’s flipping through tv channels, you’re doing it with each other. your head rests on his lap, one of his hands is playing with your hair gently. when it’s a rainy day and you if yourself with nothing to do, he suggests that you go outside with him. dancing in the rain and sharing a sweet kiss, you know you’ll regret it tomorrow when you’re both at home, sick. but right now, in that moment, there isn’t a care in the world. doing the most mundane tasks is peaceful, no burdens trying to bring you down. it’s just you and keigo, nobody else, and you couldn’t ask for more.

dabi.

⤷ three am snack trips

there’ll be times where you will randomly wake up in the middle of the night and can’t go back to sleep. so you’ll try sneaking out by yourself, almost screaming out loud when you feel the presence of another person behind you. “what’re you doing doll? going out by yourself?” he’ll tag along with you, saying it’s dangerous to go outside this late alone. running to the nearest convenience store, you stock up on all kinds of snacks and goodies knowing that with him, walking around on the streets at night is no longer a worry, not when he’s there to protect you.

⤷ unexpected gifts

every once in a while, dabi will find a way to surprise you when you least expect it. whether it’s your favourite candy or a piece of jewelry he lifted, know that he always has you on his mind. there’s so much thought behind his gifts too, even if he’ll never admit it. he once made a flower crown for you that took him seven hours to make because he kept burning the poor little buds, and getting angry with them. he may not be the most gentlest of lovers, but he really does care for you more than he lets on. he’s just a little scared of letting anyone come too close, although with you, he fears it’s too late for that.

⤷ asking him to do your makeup

“you serious doll?” he asks you. it’ll take an assload of convincing, but if you bring out the puppy dog eyes, you know he can’t say no. be warned though, the first time, he’ll make you look like an absolute clown. smearing some purple stuff messily on your lips, making your face as pale as a ghost, all while putting fake eyelashes inside your nose. don’t worry, after he’s had his fun, he’ll try his best to make you look good. it might look a bit wonky in some areas, but overall, not bad for someone who’s had no experience with makeup whatsoever. you can tell that he really tried for you.

⤷ late night movie marathons

late night movies with dabi are the best. all snuggled up on a couch, his natural body warmth will make you fall asleep instantly. today, you insist that this time, you won’t doze off, and that you’ll finally finish a whole night’s worth of films. but two movies in, you feel your eyelids droop, and you’re only half conscious. fighting to stay awake, you eventually fail as you somehow have lost the one sided battle. he smirks and takes the popcorn bowl off your lap, throwing the rest of the blanket on you. your mind doesn’t process his words, because it’s something he’d only say to you if he thinks you’re not listening. “fuck, doll, i can’t believe you’re real. you deserve better than me, but i just can’t let you go.”

[thatgirlwithuntoldfeelings]

18:09 • aug 22, 2022

even before he left, people kept on asking, "anong nararamdaman mo?", "kamusta ka?", "okay ka lang ba?" as if i was meant to be sad and be depressed because he was leaving.

true though, since he got the offer last July, i was trying to assess what to feel and what do i really feel about it. tbh, everything felt fine, until the last two weeks.

i randomly cry sa banyo or while preparing for work. i am not prepared, and i dont think i ever will. i even cried once when i was hugging him. maybe because i was too afraid of the thought of him, all by himself, in a place far from me, far from his family. not having anyone to help him around in case of need, not knowing anyone, as in start siya sa zero. and all those cries i had was because i was afraid for his safety (including all the gun shooting sa schools abroad), not even because of what could happen between us.

we were expecting him to leave at the first week of August. i was lucky enough he got to stay 2 more weeks, in exchange of his papers arriving late. we even had a fight about silly things but ended up compromising. we made things work. we made the last few days as chill as possible. minsan, gusto ko na siya ipagdamot sa friends niya (bc all of my friends are expecting na we'll spend almost every day together, making sulit the remaining days— na akala ko ganon nga), but i tried to understand na he also needs time with other people, hindi lang naman sa akin umiikot ang mundo niya.

for the entire week last week, i was making pabebe asking him to allow me na ihatid siya, even up to the last day, nung friday night. he was very firm even before na ayaw niya kong kasama sa airport for we might cry at hindi siya makaharap sa immigration ng maayos. even his parents, hindi niya hinayaang sumama.

saturday. on the way to his house, he was enjoying the ride and singing out loud bc glee, his car, was being picked-up and was sold to our co-teacher. during the ride, it was running in my mind na, "this is the last time na we'll be in the car, singing along, holding each other's hand" it might sound cheesy but i was counting every single minute.

we packed all his things. got too tired with the plus minus ng gamit. until it was already 9pm. we chose to stop, sat on the sofa, and even if nandon si tita, hindi nako nahiya magcling. that will be my last chance. im thinking if i was feeling sad that time, i cant remember. maybe more of pagod. kuya picked me up.

yesterday, sunday, when i woke up, i felt calm. i panicked lang kasi it was 7am na and alam kong nakaalis na siya sa kanila. pero what was i feeling? sobrang panatag ko and i even don't know why. we had videochats twice. before he went to taiwan, and before he boarded for us. i remembered you can search online the air traffic and everything so i did. good thing i know his flight details. kept track on both flights and even them to ate kc para tito and tita can also checked.

monday (today). when i woke up, his plane was still in the north pacific ocean, 4hrs before he lands. took him a while to message kasi he needs to get all his luggages and met w the district rep.

he landed at 830pm dun. took them 4hrs before he got to check in sa airbnb. kept waiting for him to call. i thought he was sleeping na but he was on a call daw with tito and tita. almost 330pm, -13 sa kanya (230am), he called. i kept on telling him to sleep and rest but he made few kwentos.

even though i want to talk w him pa, sabi ko he needs to start to adjust his body clock. kahit baka matagalan pa bago siya magreport sa schl, it would be better if he gets to adjust na.

say hi to our first LDR selfie 🤪

we are okay. maybe hindi lang pa nagsisink in lahat but i hope we'll be as chill as how we used to handle things nung pandemic.

a lot of people are too afraid and concerned for me. someone even asked if nakipagbreak siya saken lol. the others were saying na, usually lalaki ang naghahanap ng kapalit. that was too sexist but i cant blame them. maybe ganon nga yung nangyari sa iba. i heard a lot of "ldr never works" kasi they either experienced it or knew some couple na ganon ang napagdaanan.

pero ewan ko ba, i am not sure where am i getting all the courage to tell everyone na, "wala naman kaming plano maghiwalay" bc maybe i mean it. we never talked about breaking up, or letting each other go just because he's going abroad. i am just being pressured kasi the same people are asking kailan ako susunod. he knows that wala pa akong plan, if meron man, nasa 30% lang ako, but only bc he's there.

but to be honest, at the same time, i can't wait to prove everyone, who's doubting us, wrong. na ldr works. i (may) follow him next year or the year after but i just want to show that a relationship can still work despite the distance and time difference. because people who want to make it work, will always find a way to make things work.

note: i hope to look back to this entry someday and be able to pat myself for being courageous enough to trust her partner. and hopefully, i'll put our future selfie here, together and not naka-videocall na. but if things did not go according to what i was hoping, sana i still have the courage to read this entry without a heavy heart but instead, a heart that as calm as what i had yesterday morning.

[gretavandutchy]

a kind stranger | four

{josh kiszka x fem!reader} fake it til you make it collection: phase one!

summary: a stranger in a bar comes to your rescue by pretending to be your boyfriend, but the ruse quickly takes on a life of its own.

word count: 5.2k

warnings: language, idiots in love, smut 18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI (for i am a whore who thrives on smut) explicit warnings below divide

warnings: protected sex (don't be silly wrap ur willy), oral (f receiving)

It would have been nice to say that life went on after Josh had walked out of it. But, you would have been lying. That wasn't to say you couldn't function without the man who'd swept in and out of your life so quickly, so carelessly, because you could. You kept your head up, and you kept working, and you did your best to move on.

It just really fucking sucked. If you had to put it into words, it was quite like a B.C.E and C.E. scenario. Except, it would have been Before Josh and After Josh.

He came into your life so suddenly and left just as fast. If you were honest, it was almost hard to remember what you'd done with yourself before he came around. You'd devoted so much time and energy to him, and now you were left with all of this empty space.

Your boss was happy, at the very least. No longer were you showing up late--though you did call in the following day after your fight with Josh. Could you really call it a fight? It wasn't much of an argument, really, it was more of a sudden loss.

Your old routine was hard to fall back into. You woke up to your alarm each day at six o'clock on the dot, got ready for work on autopilot, drove to work with the bare minimum of consciousness, and dragged ass until you got off at five o'clock. Afterward, you drove home with the same level of attention to detail, ate dinner, and then laid in bed until the early hours of the morning when you finally succumbed to exhaustion.

It was so boring. Your mind had gotten so accustomed to the constant stimulation that came with having Josh Kiszka in your life. While you used to constantly be conversing with him in some way or another, nowadays your days were quite... stale.

Marjorie and Beth tried their hardest to be there for you, but at the end of the day, they were still in the dark as to what really happened. When you'd let them know the following morning that things had ended suddenly with Josh, they'd been blindsided. Beth had even broken her token stoicism to voice her astonishment, quite passionately, and Marjorie had been her usual self--loud, over the top, and emotional.

Maybe it was wrong, or pathetic even, for you to keep up the lies. You were embarrassed, though, and couldn't bring yourself to tell them the truth. The thought of admitting that there'd never even been a relationship at all sent chills down your spine, your belly twisting up in anxious knots.

So, you lied and said he broke up with you out of the blue. Considering Josh had all but declared the friendship to be over, you'd been a little petty, too. You'd thrown his desires for an amicable separation out the window, instead being honest that it was not a mutual decision in the slightest.

All that being said, you really missed him. You missed the days that he would randomly show up to your office shortly before your lunch break, coffee in hand. You missed the late-night conversations that most often lacked any sense of direction or sense in general. You missed his voice, his laugh, his touch. Most of all, though, you missed his presence.

As much as you wanted to believe there would come a time that you'd forget all about him, and the hurt of losing him, you were pretty sure you wouldn't. Josh just had this aura, this pervasive sense of home, and comfort, and love that radiated from him. You'd never met anyone before who put you at ease so easily, without even trying, and you were nearly certain you'd never find that in another person.

Whoever won his heart, for real, would be a lucky person.

"Are you sure you don't want one of us to stay?" Beth asked, eyes following you wearily as you lingered on the doorstep of your apartment complex. "It's okay to not want to be alone, you know. We're here for you."

Marjorie hiccuped, nodding lethargically as she leaned heavily onto Beth. You raised a brow, looking pointedly from Beth to the very intoxicated woman relying on her to remain standing, and she cringed. "I'll be fine. I think she needs supervision a little more than me, mom." you joked, "It's been two weeks, Beth. Really, I'll be okay."

"Grief isn't linear--"

You scoffed, laughing as convincingly as you could despite the bitter twinge in your chest, "Beth, come on! You make it sound like someone died!"

She grimaced as Marjorie belched, and you were momentarily thankful for the distraction. The more they prodded you over things with Josh, the more bitter you became. Each comment drove you fractionally closer to spilling the beans in a fit of misplaced rage.

They meant well, you knew it, but it was getting frustrating. You just wanted to forget about it, forget about him, and move on. Sighing, Beth relented, "I've just never seen you so happy with someone before, okay? Not even with Joseph. I know you're putting on a brave face because you don't want to be a burden, or whatever, and I just want you to know that you don't have to do that. You don't have to do it alone, (Y/N)."

"I'm just trying to move on, okay?" you groaned, ignoring the look of disdain that flickered across her features. "It was a month and a half long relationship. Not exactly earth-shattering or world-ending."

Marjorie belched again, this time retching slightly. "I don't--I don't feel so good." she panted.

Gesturing to the woman who was quickly turning green, you took the chance to escape, "She needs you more than I do. Let me know when you get her home, okay?"

Thankfully, Beth didn't argue anymore. She nodded with a slight frown, but acquiesced, "Okay. I'll call you in the morning, and we can get breakfast or something."

You were quick to escape into the building, turning once the door closed behind you to be sure they continued on down the road. Once they disappeared from your line of sight, you finally relaxed. Your shoulders sagged, your poker face melted away, and you let the weight of all your heavy feelings wash over you again.

It felt icky to lean so heavily on your friends when you were lying to them all along. Beth had always been able to see right through you, which was why she was so persistent on making sure you were okay--and seemingly so in tune with the fact that you obviously were not. Still, you pushed the attention away.

You'd gotten yourself into this mess, and you were determined to make it through it on your own as best as you could.

Trudging up the stairs toward your apartment, you stopped short at the end of the hall. There, slumped on the floor next to your door, was Josh Kiszka. For a moment, a fraction of a second, you truly considered turning and chasing down Beth and Marjorie.

Surely, in Marjorie's state, they hadn't made it very far.

You didn't get the chance, though. As the heavy stairwell door slammed shut behind you, Josh's head turned and his eyes widened at the sight of you. He scrambled off of the floor in a flurry of wildly moving limbs, and you barely had a second to react before he was pleading, "Can we talk? Please?"

It took far too long for your brain to catch up and piece together the fact that he'd spoken. Talk? What was there to talk about?

And, yet, you let him in.

Josh followed you into your apartment, watching silently as you slipped off your jacket and your shoes. He followed you all through the small space, hands twisting anxiously before himself, and his eyes trailing over your abode. He followed so closely that he bumped into you when you stopped abruptly outside your bedroom, cheeks tinting pink as he mumbled an awkward apology and retreated to your living room.

Inside your room, you sat on your bed and stared at your phone. Beth's text had come through mere seconds prior, letting you know they'd made it to Marjorie's apartment safely, and you pondered how to respond. Did you tell her that Josh was there? Did you respond like everything was okay, not telling her?

It all came down to one real question: did you want to talk to him? Did you want your mother-bear friend to come barrelling in and save you from further potential heartache? No, you resolved, you were going to do this yourself.

He wouldn't have come if he was only going to hurt you further... right?

After you changed into comfier clothes, you dragged your feet back toward your sofa. Part of you felt a bitter sense of deja-vu, expecting to find him gearing up to race out on you again. He wasn't, though.

Josh was sitting on the edge of your sofa, twisting the long strand of beads around his neck around and around. He dropped them as soon as the floor creaked, alerting him to your presence, and you waited anxiously for him to explain himself. He seemed to struggle, though, his mouth opening and closing as he scratched at his chin in thought.

"I'm sorry." he finally stated, and you blinked.

He was sorry. Sorry for what? "You came all the way here to tell me you're sorry?" you urged, and his hands went right back to twisting the beads around his neck. "That's it?"

"No." he huffed, "I just... I really, okay, I really don't know what to say."

Your hands came to rest on your hips, your posture stiffening as you stared at him expectantly. "An explanation would be nice, for starters." you retorted, and he winced.

"Would you believe me if I said I don't have one?" he asked, and the hopeful look on his face was almost enough to get you to cave. Keyword, though: almost.

"No."

He laughed, and it was probably the first time you'd heard him laugh out of something other than humor. You finally gave in and sat down on the sofa, and the motion seemed to relax him if only slightly. The silence continued, though, only the faint clicking of his beads rubbing against one another echoing through the room.

If there was one thing you'd learned about Josh, it was that the man could not stand the quiet. If you left it up to him to speak, eventually he would, if only to release the rapidly overflowing dam of thoughts in his head. And this, this was no different.

"I never should have pushed you into this mess." he started, and once the dam broke--there was no stopping the rapid flow of words. "It's just, well, I really fucking liked you. I was so infatuated with you after that first night, and the more we talked the more I felt for you."

His hands were moving a mile a minute, fingers pinching the air like he was physically plucking his thoughts from around him as they escaped his mind, "And so, I guess, I took advantage of the situation. Your friends thought I was your boyfriend, and I was so eager to just have that little piece of you, I didn't even think of the consequences."

"And then you just... never stopped me. It kept going, and I kept falling in love with you every time we fooled around, and then it just got so hard." he rambled, and you were on the edge of your seat, "It got too hard to let go when the act, or whatever, was over. It was getting too hard to remember that it wasn't real, and having to remind myself that you didn't feel the same got so overwhelming."

"Josh--"

He kept talking, barely pausing to even breathe, "And then I almost kissed you, and you looked so fucking terrified, and I panicked. I didn't think I could keep being your friend with how much I felt for you, but these past two weeks have been... awful."

"Josh, I--"

"I don't remember how to be me without you, anymore. And, I don't know, today I kept seeing things that made me think of you, and I'd pull my phone out to tell you about it, and then remember that I couldn't. It fucking sucked, and I thought--why am I doing this?" he took a gasping breath, cheeks turning a deep crimson color as he poured his heart out, "Why am I pretending that I can go back to a life without you in it? I can't, and I realized that being friends with you is enough. It's more than enough to just have you in my life, even if you don't feel the same--"

You gave up on trying to get him to listen to you. He was barely coming up for air, let alone listening to you at all, and so you took matters into your own hands. Snatching his flailing arms from the air, you stilled his movements and pressed your lips to his.

It was like an overfilled balloon finally burst. Josh sagged into you, his entire body relaxing into you as he sighed through his nose and just felt you. Pulling away, your forehead dropped against his as you breathed out, "I wasn't scared, you idiot. I was excited."

The laugh that escaped him was familiar, the boisterous burst of emotion you'd grown so fond of, and the sound filled you to the brim with butterflies. "Could have fooled me," he groaned playfully, "I thought you were going to hit me."

"I wanted to when you didn't just do it." you ribbed, grinning as he bumped his nose against your own and wrapped his arms around you to pull you into his lap. "Still might, if you don't do it again."

Josh beamed at you, smiling so hard you wondered if it hurt, but you didn't get much time to ponder the thought. He licked his lips, and the mischievous twinkle in his eye sparkled as he whispered, "Whatever you want, mama."

The chill that ran down your spine sent tingles rippling across your entire body, and your voice came out a low whisper as you replied, "I just want you."

He did, in fact, taste like honey.

Kissing Josh was like an addiction. The moment he pushed back into you, you were desperate for more. Your hands swept across his chest, brushing under the beads that hung from his neck and relishing in the softness of his shirt. His tongue brushed across your lower lip, testing the boundaries, and you were eager to part your lips for him.

He tasted so sweet, and the little sigh of contentment he exhaled into you made you shudder. Your hands continued to roam, feeling every part of him you'd longed to caress before you finally settled for twisting your fingers through the curls at the base of his skull. He hummed, squeezing you tighter into him, and you tugged instinctually as he dragged you roughly over his hips.

"Fuck," he rasped, lips gliding over your own with every syllable he spoke, "keep that up and I won't be able to stop."

Your eyes met his, and you couldn't have hidden the desire that filled you up even if you had tried to. "Consider this blanket permission to never stop." you urged, and he dropped his head back with a loud groan.

The opportunity for revenge presented itself, really. Josh's adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly, your nails scratching at his scalp slowly, and the unhindered view of his throat got you thinking. Your mind drifted back to that night at the bar when he'd kissed across your neck like it was second nature, and you just couldn't resist.

The first kiss was chaste, a sweet and soft peck right at the peak of his adam's apple. He inhaled sharply, tensing beneath you, and you upped the ante. Your next kiss was slow, your lips parting to breathe hotly against his skin, and he cursed under his breath.

His fingers curled into your hips, nails digging into the fabric of your leggings, and the moment your teeth nipped at the tender flesh at the base of his throat he rutted up into you. One hand flew from your hip to curl around the back of your neck, dragging your mouth away from his skin so that he could return the favor.

Josh wasn't as slow as you were. He dove right in with open-mouthed kisses, his lips dragging lasciviously over your skin before latching onto the sensitive spot beneath your ear. He sucked, hard, and you couldn't hold back the loud whine that ripped from your chest as he bit into your skin roughly.

Your hips began rolling of their own volition, your back arching as you rocked into the steadily growing bulge beneath your core. The friction wasn't nearly enough with the layers of fabric separating the two of you, but it was something and you were needy. He kept up his assault, teeth tugging at your skin for each rut of your hips, and you were certain the bruises wouldn't fade for weeks.

"Tell me what you want, baby." he pleaded, dragging your face back to his so that he could look into your eyes. You were both breathing heavily now, your lips parted as quiet pants escaped them, and your eyes rolled back as he caught your lower lip between his in a sloppy kiss. He never stopped aiding your hips, dragging you down onto him harder with every rocking motion, and you were on the verge of falling apart already.

He pulled away slowly, dragging your lip with his teeth before releasing it with a frenzied look in his eye, and you begged, "Josh, please."

If the flutter of his eyelids told you anything, it was that he really liked hearing you say his name. His eyes were dilated as they opened again, blown wide with lust, and he repeated, "What do you want? Tell me what you want, mama."

"You," you heaved, pulling at his hair as you rocked down onto him harder, "I want you, Josh."

You weren't sure if it was the utter desperation in your voice or the way your words had broken off into a feeble cry of his name, but something drove him away from his restraint. He all but threw you off of his lap, shoving you back onto the couch until you were sprawled before him, and his hands were forceful as they dragged down your body.

He started at your face, cupping your cheeks tenderly as he pressed one more kiss to your lips that left you craving for more. Slowly, they dragged down your neck before sliding down your chest. He paused for a moment to appreciate the peak of your nipples beneath your t-shirt, thumbs brushing over them just softly enough to have you hissing.

Your fingers were clawing at the fabric of the sofa when he finally gripped the hem of your shirt, dragging the material up to your neck to expose you to him. He hesitated then, and your heart thumped in your chest like a drum as that look flashed in his eyes again. It was the same expression of awestruck wonder that had taken over his face when he'd almost kissed you, and a bashful smile tugged at your lips as he looked up to you with wide eyes.

"You are so fucking beautiful," he gushed, and you melted into a puddle, "I can't believe it. Are you even real?"

You reached out to him, and he sweetly moved his head until your hands cradled his face. "I've been asking myself that since the moment I met you," you murmured, "I swear you're an angel."

"I love you." he blurted, eyes widening for a brief moment, but as he took in your grin he relaxed into your touch once more. "Maybe it's too soon, but I do. I love you."

Shaking your head, you pulled him down until you could press a kiss to his lips. "It's not too soon, because I love you too."

He giggled like a little kid, eliciting a laugh of your own, and pecked your lips repeatedly. You only got to bask in the sweet moment for a short while, though, because after a few more pecks he pressed into you deeper and muttered, "Now let me show you exactly why I'm not an angel."

One second you were staring into his eyes in awe, and the next your head was craning back as his lips wrapped around your nipple. His fingers tugged at the other, thumb rolling over the stiffening peak in time with his tongue. You gasped when he nipped at you, your entire body spasming in shock, but then you were sinking back into the sofa as he alternated his attention to the other.

As much as you were enjoying it, you were glad when he moved on from your chest. He trailed a line of wet, sloppy kisses down your stomach until he reached the waistband of your leggings. You were struggling to keep up as he curled his fingers around the elastic, barely giving you a chance to raise your hips before he was yanking them and your underwear off of you in one swift motion.

Josh didn't give you a chance to clam up or feel nervous. The moment your feet were free of the fabric, he was shoving your knees into your chest and diving right in. "Fuck, Josh!" you cried out, throwing your arms out desperately to brace yourself as he dragged his tongue across your core greedily.

You wanted to bury your fingers in his curls, but with your legs tucked into your chest, you couldn't reach. Instead, you brought your hands to the armrest behind your head and latched on, desperate to keep your hips right there. Each time he pushed his mouth against you, your hands pushed back against the support to grind yourself harder into him.

His tongue swirled around your clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. Just as you were growing familiar with the sensation, your muscles relaxing into the pleasure, his lips curled around it and he sucked, and you moaned. He sucked harder, humming in response to your noises, and there was no restraining the violent jump of your hips off of the sofa.

Josh just chuckled, both arms coming to rest on the backs of your thighs as he pushed you back into the sofa. "Relax, baby," he teased, and you were beyond glad he couldn't see your face so you could scowl freely, "I got you."

He blew cool air over you, causing your back to arch, but he held firm against your thighs as you tried desperately to seek him out with your hips. "Josh," you whined, "please don't tease--"

You didn't have to tell him twice. His tongue swept through your folds, teasing your clit for only a moment before he was moving down to your entrance. The muscle teased your slit with a few broad strokes, just enough to have you begging for more before he breached your entrance and you keened.

He worked his tongue into you over and over, humming little sounds in response to all of your pleas for more, and you were desperate. The muscles in your belly were contracting steadily, your entire body coiling up into a knot as you fought eagerly to burst the bubble. He was holding your thighs so firmly it was starting to hurt, but you didn't care about the pain.

All you could focus on was the way he sounded as he called back to you with wordless sounds, and the feeling of his hands squeezing at the supple flesh of your thighs each time you fought against him. He licked up to your clit again, suckling the bundle of nerves until you preened a high-pitched wail, "Josh, I'm gonna--"

You never got to finish your sentence, your voice giving out as you choked on air. His thumb replaced his tongue to work your clit as you began to shake, your muscles spasming as the coil in your belly finally snapped and white-hot pleasure rippled through your entire body. He pushed your calves back toward the armrest until he could see your face, grinning proudly as you cried out.

"That's it," he cooed, slowly swirling his thumb around your sensitive clit until you were seeing stars, "that's my girl."

Panting, you breathed a sigh of relief when he stopped working your over-stimulated bud and finally allowed you to relax your legs. He let them fall across his lap, leaning back pridefully as he watched you struggle to catch your breath. There was something entirely too sexy about the way he didn't bother to wipe his face, smirking down at you with your release coating his mouth without a care.

You also were still trying to get over him calling you his girl, but that was beside the point. Breathlessly, you spoke, "There are condoms in my bedside table."

"Do you want--"

Looking him in the eye, you huffed, "Josh, if you don't fuck me I will hit you."

He laughed, finally wiping the back of his hand over his mouth and chin as he relented, "Whatever you want." You bit back a laugh as he waddled off toward your bedroom, one hand straining to adjust the bulge straining against his pants, and the other still wiping you off of his face.

Josh stumbled back into the room quickly, already stripped down to his underwear with the entire box of condoms cradled in his hands. "And what if I wanted to undress you?" you pouted playfully, giggling when he smirked.

"There's always next time," he teased, "I was told if I don't fuck you I'm getting socked in the face, so I'm just doing as you asked."

You bit down on your lower lip as he tossed the box onto the coffee table, your eyelids growing heavy as he pushed his boxers off his hips and let them fall to the floor. He had no qualms as his hand wrapped around his length, pumping slowly as he stared at your naked and sweaty form on the sofa. As his eyes dragged across every inch of your skin, you spread your legs, sliding your hand down your body until your fingers dipped into the slick mess he'd left behind.

His eyes darkened at the sight, and you stifled your laugh as he rushed to dig a condom out of the box and ripped it open. It wasn't a laughing matter, though, when he rolled the latex down his length and crawled over you with a look in his eye you could never get tired of. It was a darkened pool of love and desire, his brown eyes boring heavily into yours as he lined himself up with your entrance.

"Are you ready?" he breathed, and you nodded with a muffled whimper. His forearms caged your head in, his body sinking into yours as his hips slowly rolled into you, your jaw falling open at the feeling of him steadily filling you up.

He cursed under his breath, steadying against you as he bottomed out, and you arched your back when his nose buried into the crook of your shoulder. "Please, fuck me," you pleaded, eyes falling shut as his lips began teasing your skin, "I need you, Josh."

The first thrust was slow and cautious, a steady drawback followed by a tender drive back into you that had you sighing. One hand tangled into his curls, and the other gripped his bicep as you embraced the feeling. The next was earnest.

Josh pulled back slowly yet again, your hips lifting to chase after him, only to be driven forcefully back into the cushion as he snapped his hips into you roughly. You gasped, yanking at his hair in shock as your nails dug into the skin of his bicep. The cocky chuckle he let out was orgasmic in and of itself.

He built up a steady rhythm, the pace slow but forceful enough to rattle your skull, and you were clinging to him for dear life. Your legs wrapped around him to keep him from slipping away, and you were pretty sure you were on the verge of drawing blood with how hard you were clawing at his shoulder and arm. Josh seemed to like it, though, as he let out a loud moan as you dug into him particularly hard.

You pulled at his hair until you could see his face, pleased with the utterly fucked out expression he wore as he looked down at you hungrily. His lips were parted, tongue darting out to wet them in a motion that was far too seductive, and his eyelids hung low as he stared back at you just as greedily. You probably looked worse for wear, having already experienced a groundbreaking orgasm, but you didn't care.

You were far too enamored with the way his curls clung to his face, both of you growing slick with sweat, and the taste of honey on his lips was masked with something salty and a little tangy, a combination of sweat and your own essence. He kissed you lazily, his lips working against yours messily as you licked into his mouth and moaned at the way he consumed you. You could feel him everywhere.

"I'm close," he panted, nose brushing against your own as he pulled back just enough to speak, "I wanna feel you."

You mewled, abandoning his bicep to shove your hand between your bodies. "You feel so good, Josh." you gasped, and he groaned in time with your little gasp as you found your clit with your fingers.

"Fuck, keep talking." he begged, and as you felt his hips begin to falter you were quick to comply.

You cried out his name on repeat, babbling incoherent praises each time he drove into you just right, and before you knew it you were clenching around him. The feral groan that escaped him at the sensation drove you entirely over the edge, your fingers cramping up against your clit as you arched almost entirely off of the sofa. He pushed through, his hips driving into you erratically as your walls pulsed around him and fought to keep him within.

As your back finally collapsed back onto the cushions, Josh stilled, his face burying into your neck as he cried out with his release. You breathed heavily as you helped him come down, your fingers toying with his curls delicately with one hand while the other stroked gentle figures across the damp skin of his back. It was a little hard to breathe as he collapsed onto you completely, but you didn't mind. It felt like peace.

He eventually lifted his head, grinning down at you lazily as he goaded, "I'm gonna go throw this away, but you better get ready. If I counted right, we have eight more rounds to go."

Sputtering, you laughed loudly, "Let's see if you can keep up after two, honey."

"Fifty bucks says you tap out first, mama."

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[pies-writes-and-more]

when you’re crying over something... somewhat silly

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Characters: Iwaizumi Hajime, Tsukishima Kei, & Kozume Kenma, all with a Fem!Reader

Warnings: subtle mentions in Iwaizumi’s that Y/N might be having her period, but fluff otherwise! Also, I very much so didn’t look over this much and kinda rushed the idea so I’m sorry for any inconsistencies or mistakes!

A/N: these are totally made up situations and definitely not situations based on me and my real life period moments when I cry at everything LOL (a nice thank you to my IRL boyfriend for putting up with my shenanigans haha). Also thank you @thisnoodlewritesao3​ for coming up with the idea for Kenma’s! I hope you all enjoy!

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Iwaizumi was going to kill Oikawa. He wasn’t sure how or why, but he got the sense that the tears in your eyes were because of that idiot. He had only just arrived at your place and you had seemed totally fine earlier when he called to make sure it was okay for him to swing by. So what had happened between then and now?

“Why’re you crying dear?” Iwaizumi’s voice was soft as he climbed into your bed with you, opening his arms and letting you crawl into his lap.

“C-Cause Oikawa and I were sending each other things through Instagram and he showed me this post that said that penguins mate for life. And the male will go around looking for the s-smoothest rock he can find to give to his mate so that they can make a nest together,” you hiccuped, inhaling shakily as you retold the not-so-sad fact.

Iwaizumi just stared at you. He didn’t want to be that guy but he knew the signs. You had specifically been craving your favourite chocolate bars this week and even snapped at him the other day for breathing too loud. You had complained yesterday about your shoulders and back hurting, even after he had helped rub out any tight spots.

He knew it didn’t matter whether you were having that or not, your feelings were all valid, but it definitely explained why you were crying like someone had just died.

“Isn’t that good?” He asked you finally, kissing your forehead gently as he wrapped his arms tighter around you.

You just nodded and sniffled in his arms, clutching his shirt, “Y-Yea.”

“So why are you crying, my love?” he asked with a soft chuckle and you looked up at him with a tearful smile.

“Cause... would you give me a pebble if we were penguins?” 

Iwaizumi couldn’t contain his laughter, pressing his head to yours as he hugged you even tighter, “I love you,” he finally said with a grin. “And yes, I’d give you a pebble.”

Your tears cleared up after his answer, smiling to yourself as you thought about you and Iwaizumi’s as penguins and building a nest together.

But it didn’t take long for your tears to start again when Iwaizumi picked up a nice smooth and pretty looking rock on your evening walk together and handed it to you, asking to be mates for life. He apologized profusely as you cried but you tried to insist that you were happy and held the little rock in your hands like it was the most precious thing in the world.

Tsukishima pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing as he closed his eyes in annoyance. He wasn’t sure what had gotten into you recently but he knew that him yelling at you was probably just going to make things worse.

Your sniffling only irked him more though. He hated knowing you were crying over something easily solvable but refused for it to be fixed.

“Stop looking at me like that,” you whined when he finally opened his eyes and give you a slight glare. “I just want snacks!” Your eyes were filled with tears as you hugged your knees to your chest, pouting to yourself on his bed.

“I told you, we can go get the snacks then. You just have to get out of bed,” Tsukishima told you for what felt like the 50th time.

You shook your head stubbornly, wiping your tears from your eyes quickly, “No! I don’t wanna leave! I’m comfy! If we leave, I have to come back and no longer be as comfy!”

Tsukishima breathed in slowly, trying to remember that he loved you and he had known you were going to be this difficult when he first asked you out. You were stubborn and stupid and annoying but he loved it and he found you oddly amusing. Except for right now maybe.

“Okay, so I’ll go get the snacks. Just let me get ready-” he stood up from the bed, already planning the mini trip in his head.

But your hand grabbed his and tugged him back on the bed, shaking your head yet again, “No! I don’t want you to leave!” You insisted, hugging his arm. “Don’t go!”

“How do you expect me to get you snacks without leaving, Y/N,” he groaned, flicking your head with his free hand. “You gotta pick. You either come with me and get snacks, let me go get the snacks, or live without snacks.”

You didn’t like either of these three options and just whimpered some incoherent noises, grabbing a pillow and stuffing your face into it with some more sounds.

Tsukishima sighed and glanced at his phone and the clock next to him. His fingers tapped lightly on the screen before pulling you close to him and curling up next to you in bed. “Come on, put on that dumb anime you like.”

You whined out some more noises, still upset there were no snacks for you to eat while the two of you hung out, but you complied and just watched your shows with Tsukishima. He was just glad he was able to distract you long enough while Akiteru ran to the store and got you the snacks you had been craving and brought them over.

You had only just stopped crying and probably forgotten about the snacks, when Akiteru came knocking with his arms filled with everything. You started crying almost immediately out of happiness and Tsukishima felt so embarrassed with how tightly you hugged him in front of his brother (though he likes making you happy, even if you’re happy while crying).

Kenma wasn’t sure what to do, finding you on the floor of your room in tears with your headphones in your hands.

“What’s wrong with them?” He asked you quietly, kinda annoyed that you had asked him to randomly come over tonight, but also still kinda happy to see you. 

You looked up at him with tears in your eyes, holding them up to him as he stood next to you, “It’s too loud.”

Kenma stared at you blankly for a moment, “Just turn down the headphone volume.”

“But then it’s too quiet!”

The boy wasn’t quite sure what you wanted him to do about this, and wondered why he had dragged himself out of a game just to see you. 

Right, I love her, he reminded himself with a sigh, plopping onto the floor next to you. “Why don’t you just play without headphones then?” He asked, glancing at the game that was currently paused on your tv screen.

“Cause I don’t wanna bug everyone else when it gets louder,” you pouted, curling up in a ball and hiding your face from him. “I’m sorry, Kenma, I didn’t mean to bring you here over something so stupid,” you mumbled, knowing that tonight, Kenma had wanted to try and finish the level on his game he had been stuck on for weeks now.

“It’s fine. If I didn’t want to see you, I wouldn’t have come,” he shrugged, reaching over and patting your head slightly. “Don’t cry though, it’s not worth your tears,” he insisted, going to your game options and changing the settings of how loud the game itself was. “Here.”

He moved to put your headphones back on your head, glancing at you every time he rearranged the settings to see if you liked it better or worse, “Is that okay?” He asked after a moment.

You nodded slowly, a bit embarrassed that you hadn’t thought about it. Kenma was sure to get annoyed with you if you kept pulling shit like this. He’d get bored with you like he did with games he had already played. 

“Can I play with you?” He asked suddenly, grabbing the second controller that was lying on a nearby table. 

You looked up at him in surprise, “You want to stay?”

He gave a small nod, eyes still fixated on the game on the screen, “I’ve never played this game with two players. Plus I’m already here and you’re the only person I like to play 2 player games with. Kuroo gets too loud and annoying,” he explained, already setting up the game even if you hadn’t officially said yes yet.

But the two of you got comfortable real quick, Kenma guiding you through all the cool easter egg parts of the game, a small smile on his face when he glanced down at you to see how intrigued you were by the game.

“I like playing with you,” he said after a moment, randomly.

You watched him with wide eyes, measuring the genuineness of his words by the expression on his face (though Kenma never seemed to say anything he didn’t mean). “I like playing with you too,” you whispered, tearing up again. Kenma quickly tried to distract you with the game as he noticed the tears, but soon realized that cuddles worked just as well. 

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[eri-cheri]

Now that we have reached the last chapter of the year. It is time to do a 2020 roll call of what I like to call, “State of the Shippers”:

1. IzuOcha. Status: Placated.

-IzuOcha’s could celebrate several cute tidbits throughout the year. Mini moments as they say.

Anime Highlights: The OVA’s came in clutch with moments for shippers all around and IzuOcha is no exception. We got a cute tidbit where Izuku and Ochako bumped into each other and were flustered.

Manga Highlights: Christmas kept on giving to this fandom as the AM doll Izuku gave Ochako made many appearances. A cute fist bump between the two was also exchanged and Mina was right there bouncing with y’all.

Heroes Rising: Izuku super man carried Ochako to safety. And was Angy she was injured. Fans could enjoy the small Lois Lane moment.

Troubling Signs?: Ochako said “I would like to be excluded from this narrative” when it comes to her feelings for Deku. She’s a hero damnit! So if they are in for something, probably won’t be while they are still in school.

II. DabiHawks. Status: Yikes.

- Dabi and Hawk’s very public breakup set this fandom in disarray but also kind of disayay?

Anime Highlights: None yet. This fandom was cruelly cock blocked by Bones. Sorry DabiHawks stans.

Manga Highlights: Where to begin, my goodness. With these fans, I guess the good and the bad is a plus in this homoerotic double agent relationship. We have the notion that Dabi may have known Hawks when they were kids, which may be a positive? Hori sure loves his childhood friends. Other than that. The GIRLS WERE FIGHTIN’. Hawks is now permanently scarred by Dabi and I don’t think it was kinky folks. Tokoyami inserted himself in the middle to White Knight Hawks, Dabi broke up with him via YT expose and overall, shippers could anguish in the absolute MESS that this ship endured this year. But I’m sure that’s part of the appeal. So...yay?

Heroes Rising: They were both in it.

Troubling Signs?: The entire relationship is a troubling sign which again, is part of the appeal. Maybe Hawks will cuddle up with Dabi’s father after the war. That’s troubling! Speaking of...

III. EndHawks. Status: Yearning and Burning.

-If there’s one thing Endeavor couldn’t stop worrying about, it was his hot (in more ways than one) new side piece who probably should have looked at the fine print when signing a contract to be a recurring guest star on “Keeping up with the Todoroki’s”.

Anime Highlights: A fateful meeting finally in high definition for all our eyes to see! Hawks’s unwavering support of his biggest hero was endearing to watch and their shenanigans together spurred the anime onlies to finally jump on the biggest May-December ship in the series.

Manga Highlights: Endeavor’s admiration and concern for Hawks seeped through the pages as we entered our most exciting arc in the manga yet. Fate split these two up yet entwined their downfall together. And that Fate’s name was Dabi...or should I say ⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️ or should I just say Touya!

Heroes Rising: “Don’t bite my head off, Endeavor.” Geez, can you flirt a little less loud Hawks?

Troubling Signs?: They say never meet your heroes and Hawks is in for a rude awakening. We shall see just how deep his admiration runs or if Endeavor’s past will split our dynamic duo up for good.

IV: TodoDeku. Status: “Precious”

-Shoto’s “Midoriya is in Danger” radar was highlighted in both manga and anime. 4th User’s quirk, who?

Anime Highlights: “Midoriya hasn’t returned yet.” “Where’s Midoriya?” “Midoriya! Grab my hand!” “Have some of my Soba Midoriya.” Shoto gets it. His emotional support friend is a danger magnet. TodoDeku’s also enjoyed tiny tidbits in the OVA such as a hand grabbing scene. Gotta hold tight to those crumbs.

Manga Highlights: Two Words. “Precious Friend.” Deku comes in w/o arms or legs fighting for Shoto and Shoto’s honor. These two spent the entire year worried sick about each other, and going against all odds to save each other. Precious Friends indeed. TDDK fans ate.

Heroes Rising: Shoto kicks some dog ass and then faints thinking of Deku (and Bakugo but shh. Let the shippers rejoice.) On the bright side, we have a 3rd movie coming featuring “The Three Musketeers” so shippers of TdDk can HOLD TIGHT to what’s to come.

Troubling Signs?: Shoto still doesn’t know about OFA and he’s gonna have LOTS of questions after this arc. Will Deku finally tell him? If not, it could make or break the ship.

V. TodoBaku. Status: “Shining through the city with a little funk and soul.”

-Who knew the greatest comedy duo we needed was Shoto and his hot headed “friend” or not friend? It still remains unclear to Shoto. Regardless, these two had a fun year.

Anime Highlights: “I wanna see your cute face”, disco dancing, and more fun in the provisional license training. Plus the OVA added some cute moments between the two such as Bakugo staying behind to save Todoroki during a dangerous excercise and his adorable plan neatly animated for us. I’d say TodoBaku’s really were resurgent and energized this year!

Manga Highlights: Shoto, that is not how you properly Catch a Kacchan, I’m sorry. But at least you did it you mad lad. As with Deku, Shoto spent the year worried sick about Bakugo. While the anime let us have our fun, these two were suffering in the manga.

Heroes Rising: Again, Shoto put a dog down and then fainted with Bakugo on his mind (and Deku but we ignore that. Shush.) TodoBaku’s have the 3rd movie to look forward to which is bound to have some amazing content!

Troubling Signs?: They have a lot of trauma to deal with. And a lot of Deku to worry about. I also imagine Shoto will be hurt about being left out of the OFA secret. We shall see what 2021 has to offer.

VI. KiriMina. Status: Unbreakable.

-Changing your hairstyle to match the gal who inspired you in middle school? Sorry y’all but if Mina were a guy, I’d say that’s gay af.

Anime Highlights: We got that backstory Bois. Red Riot’s origin might as well make him be called Pink Riot. Again with Hori and the childhood friends though I wouldn’t exactly call them friends. They just went to the same middle school but Kirishima was highly influenced by Mina’s Chivalrous spirit! A ship is born!

Manga Highlights: The influence is mutual! Mina creates a move based on Kirishima’s unbreakable and we all let out a collective “awwww”. Also in the war arc, we got Kirishima making sure Mina’s chivalrous spirit shines through right into Gigantomachia’s mouth! KiriMina may just be the unsung MVP’s of this arc.

Heroes Rising: They were in it.

Troubling Signs?: I can’t think of a single one. KiriMina’s can enjoy a peaceful sailing.

VII: KiriBaku. Status: Crumb Collectors.

-2020 was an uneventful year for KiriBaku but Bones made sure there were crumbs aplenty! Thank God for OVA’s!

Anime Highlights: KiriBaku’s did thrive in one episode! Kirishima reflects on the sludge incident and evolves his quirk based on inspiring words from Bakugo! Hooray! KiriBaku’s can thrive in their blossoming friendship. The OVA also has Kirishima (and Kaminari but shh) once again following Bakugo’s lead when it comes to the training excercise. How can you not? He’s so manly!

Manga Highlights: Not gonna lie. There is nothing much here this year. I did find a teeny tiny flake in Aizawa’s flashback. Kirishima and Bakugo are sitting next to each other. Oh! And at the hot pot gathering, Bakugo sits next to Kirishima! Eat your crumbs KiriBaku’s! There’s always next year!

Heroes Rising: Kirishima hangs with a lazy Bakugo and delivers the most hilarious line in the whole movie. “Silly Bakugo, there won’t be villains here!” Hahah... Silly Bakugo. Oh you~ KiriBaku’s can inhale the fact that those two sure love to hover around each other!

Troubling Signs?: With great crumbs come little responsiblity. No trouble if there’s no content! 🤔

VIII: KamiJirou. Status: Singing their hearts out 🎶

-If there’s any ship that’s coming close to canonization, I think this is it, folks! “Think of the person most important to you!” Can’t argue with Midnight!

Anime Highlights: Kaminari does non stop encouraging of Jirou and her hobbies! He works super hard to learn guitar for her sake! We love a king who can encourage his queen!

Manga Highlights: Kaminari thinks of the most important person to him and surprise! It’s Jirou! All of the feels can commence.

Heroes Rising: They were in it!

Troubling Signs?: Kaminari does love his women. And men. Kaminari overall is a huge flirt. But Jirou appears to have his heart strings. ❤️

IX: BakuDeku. Status: Rising. 👑

-Alternative Statuses include Winning, Thriving, Soaring. It’s just been non stop content this year. 2020 is truly the year for BakuDeku. The shippers can rejoice.

Anime Highlights: Three words. Be. My. Cane. The OVA’s helped fan the flames of the BkDk hearts with a surprise! Deku tops! Not only that, we got a lovely shoulder tap of encouragement in the canon material. While in season 4, Deku’s primary focus was Eri. Bakugo and Deku still had their moments to be hella gay.

Manga Highlights: Where do I even begin? I guess we’ll just cut to the chase with Bakugo Katsuki: Rising. We finally saw Bakugo’s true feelings manifest for Deku and if getting stabbed for him isn’t the ultimate showing of love, then idk what is. BakuDeku’s rounded out the year with the Volume 29 cover AND the volume 29 cover drafts to eat at our heart strings. Overall, their relationship got the spotlight in the manga this year. And we’re bound to start 2021 with a dramatic confrontation. Hand holding seems to be the key with these two and it didn’t stop with Heroes Rising...speaking of.

Heroes Rising: The entire movie. Like....yeah. That’s it. [OP, your bias is showing. You have to be SPECIFIC.] {But random criticizer in my head, if I lay out the entire plot of the movie, my post will be too long} [OP....] UGHHHH Okay okay. The POPSICLE MELTING. THE HAND HOLDING. THE CHARACTER DESIGNS OF WHAT MIGHT AS WELL BE THEIR LOVE CHILDREN. Did I mention? “It’s fine if it’s you?” CAUSE YEAH. Oh and All Might randomly officiating their wedding in their heads like idk. Isn’t it just simpler if I say the whole movie??!

Troubling Signs?: Well these two’s relationship is extremely delicate and while it has non stop soared this year, Deku might not take too kindly to Bakugo almost dying for him. Will they stop pushing each other away? Time will tell.

That’s all for this year folks! Happy Shipping and good luck to everyone next year!

[storiesbyjes2g]

Our menus provided a great distraction from the awkwardness. I swear I never focused on a book so hard in my life. I started noticing things like fonts and how nice the paper was. Oh Watcher, it was terrible. The table was so quiet! I hoped we hadn't made the children uncomfortable as well. This restaurant was the fanciest place they'd ever been to, so maybe they were trying to figure out what all the fancy food items were. At least I hope that's why they were also quiet.

Lucy and Duane walked in, and she looked amazing. She kept her hair straightened, but I knew she had beautiful, curly locks. I know she saw us because she sneaked a glance over her shoulder, but she walked right past our table and looked upset. I felt like it was a signal. If we didn't have time to speak at the restaurant, I'll stop by later in the week to catch up. I watched her as they got seated and noticed the young lady with them. At first I thought she was just another patron, but she sat at their table. Who was she?

Ali randomly sang happy birthday to Luca loud and dramatic, and it startled the cowplant essence out of me. I love it when he's silly. It's such a rare occurrence and always extremely random. I guess he wanted out of awkwardville too. But it was a good icebreaker and got us all talking.

Things felt better after a while, and Ali and I could at least look at each other without wanting the floor to open up and swallow us. Even though we can't make a habit of this—at least not now—it was nice for all of us to be together again. The kids were happy, and Alessia was much better behaved. That's when it occurred to me...

"Ali?"

"What's up?"

"We're about to have two teenagers..."

I think my statement caught him off guard, and rightfully so. This is unfamiliar territory for both of us, but now we'll be heading into uncharted waters alone. I'm kinda scared. Excited, but concerned too. We may be divorced now and in an extremely awkward place, but we still need to be a united front. I don't really know what that will look like, but we need to support each other despite how we feel.

"We're gonna be ok, right?" I asked. I thought about that night he made a pie for dinner. The kids were out of control and he was completely frazzled. We have no idea how our lives will change or if they will. I just think it will be nice to know we can lean on each other despite our relationship status.

"I really don't know, Em. We'll just have to see what happens."

He must be really worried. Or maybe that's his way of saying he doesn't want to form an alliance with me. I guess that's fair.

[inadaydream99]

Their S/O having small hands - with The Boyz

Requested by anon

A/N - thank you for requesting this reaction, it was really interesting to write! I kept it all fluffy and light. I hope you enjoy! 💕

Sangyeon

Will hold their hand all the time

And when he can feel that their hand is cold, he will put it in his coat pocket, interlaced with his

It honestly makes him smile so much

Because he’s fascinated by how something can be so small

But in reality their hand is probably average sized and he’s just got big hands

I think Sangyeon would also be the type to kiss his s/o’s hand a lot

Especially if they are laying in bed, just about to fall asleep

It’s just become a habit of his to leave a goodnight kiss on the back of their hand as he interlaces their fingers

Jacob

Plays with their fingers absentmindedly

It usually happens when they are cuddled together

Jacob is zoned out in his own world and by instinct his hand takes theirs and threads their fingers together

He repeatedly tangles and untangles them

Only zoning back in when his s/o chuckles in amusement

After that he’ll pay attention to the action, a smirk on his face as he admires how perfectly their hands fit together

Younghoon

Compares hand sizes

Like every day...

Seriously he never gets bored of placing his s/o’s palm against his

Randomly asks his s/o to hold different things because he finds it so amusing

And it’ll be the most ridiculous items, like he’ll ask them to pass him his shoe???

Even with more ‘normal’ things like holding a mug or the tv remote, he finds it so amusing how tiny their hands look

Hyunjae

Uses it against them to win in petty debates by suggesting arm wrestling or thumb wars

Of course he always wins because his hand is so much bigger than theirs (and he’s stronger)

There was one time where his s/o pretended to throw fists at him and he ended up crying with laughter because their fists were so tiny

Will never let them live it down

And they probably spend most of the time rolling their eyes at Hyunjae

Because he brings it up constantly

In fact, he’s so loud about his obsession with his s/o’s tiny hands that it becomes a joke amongst the rest of the group too

Juyeon

For some reason it makes him think about what it will be like to hold his future child’s hand

Makes him quite sentimental

And in the most random times too

Because his s/o will literally be sitting talking away to him about something random that had happened to them that day

And he’ll just be staring that their hands

Then suddenly he’ll reach out and take one of them in his and just hold it

Without saying a word

But with an infatuated smile on his lips

Also, I can image Juyeon literally melting on the inside when his s/o wears his hoodie and they scrunch up the long sleeves so their tiny hands can reach out the end

Kevin

Uses it when sassing his s/o

Just like “what are you gonna do about it, small hands?”

Though, lets be real, he finds it so cute

He doesn’t really bring it up that often though

Only when he can use the it against them

Secretly loves it when they draw little patterns along his arm whilst cuddling together

And he watches the intricate little swirls they meander along his skin, making his heart skip a beat every time

Kevin just finds it a very wholesome moment shared between them

Chanhee

Likes how dainty they are

I can imagine him liking to play with his s/o’s fingers a lot, purely because he thinks they are so pretty

Will definitely buy them a lot of rings and jewellery to wear

Randomly just picks up his s/o’s hand and holds it in the air, staring at it in intrigue before taking it properly in his own

Like to paint his s/o’s nails in pretty colours too

Changmin

Will make fun and coo over them excessively

His first form of affection is by grabbing their hands, either to hold them or to pull them in close

It makes him gush just thinking about how perfectly their hands fit together

Loves it when they caress his cheek, either just in simple affection or when kissing, and will place his hand on top of theirs to stop it from moving away

Will back hug his s/o all the time, and without fail will pull their hands behind their back so he can interlace them with his

Or will envelop them in a back hug but hold their hands on their front with his chin resting on their shoulder so he can peer over and admire

Haknyeon

Will make up silly songs about his s/o’s small hands

Because he literally sings everything

Likes to pretend to bite their fingers... because its incredibly endearing how funny his s/o finds it

And during calmer moments, he’ll take their hand and press a feather light kiss to each finger tip, with the most adorable beam on his face

Overall, he just sees his s/o having small hands as another way of them being completely adorable in his eyes

Sunwoo

Mostly just surprised by how small his s/o is in comparison to him

Almost like he has this epiphany because the thought hadn’t occurred to him before

He gets really flustered by how cute he finds them

But will never admit the reason why it never fails to make him blush, mostly because he finds it funny how much they pester him to find out

Also, kinda makes him feel the need to protect/ take care of them

And by that I mean in ways like making sure their hands are warm when it’s cold

Eric

Thinks it’s cute but isn’t that interested

...Or so he wants his s/o to think

Because obviously Eric will make a fuss over how small their hands are from time to time

But he doesn’t want them to know how much it really affects him

Literally makes him smile so much when they rest their hands on his chest

And loves nothing more than when they put their hands around his neck when they kiss and he can feeling them play with the hair on the back of his head

[realtime-00]

He Missed Her

Guys!! I wrote my first fic. I am very new to this so any comments or suggestions would be appreciated.

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI

This fic contains: love, kissing, sex, unprotect sex, oral sex, creampie.

He missed her. He tried not to. He really did. She had been gone, running the Interpol office, doing what he thought made her happy. The thing she needed to do to get away, start over fresh. Missing her always crept up on him when he least expected it. When they were on a case and evidence was coming through where she could’ve had valuable input, he always felt himself looking for her, listening for her voice. Sometimes when he laid in bed at night, she sneaked her way into his mind. Her bright smile, hearty laugh, snide comment or joke. It made his heart ache in his chest thinking about it. He could have called her, they kept in touch. Mostly for work, but sometimes he found a text on his phone asking about Jack to which he would reply or even send a silly picture of Jack doing something adorable.

He liked to think she missed them too. Not just him and Jack, but the team too. He knew the girls kept in touch with her often. That Garcia had flown to see her twice, dragging JJ with her, leaving Will and the boys at home. Reid and Rossi called her often. He had heard them on the phone with her more times than he could count. Always telling them to send his best and to say hello. He wished it could be him. The one calling her just to talk about their day or a new book he had read. Hotch couldn’t bring himself to do it. The yearning he felt in his heart for her wouldn’t let him. Each time he spoke to her on the phone, her tired voice coming through the line he had the sudden urge to fly there. To scoop her up and hold her until the tiredness went away.

He loved her. They all did, but his love went more past the family love that the rest shared. It was why he struggled to reach out more, to call her randomly. He couldn’t bring himself to shred his heart apart every time she sighed a little too loud. It had been growing for years. He would be kidding himself if he said it hadn’t been growing since she had walked into his office the first time. They had a bit of a rocky start, but she had carved out a place in his heart so deep she was the only one that fit. He hates to admit it, but that’s why it didn’t work with Beth. Beth was smart, kind, funny and made him feel happy for a short while, but she wasn’t Emily. He tried to make it work, thinking maybe he could get past it. There was an ocean separating he and Emily and Beth was here. Ready to love him. He let her go when she got the job offer in Hong Kong, he really didn’t even find himself that upset about it.

When she video called him about the copycat in New York he couldn’t bring himself to tell her no. He knew the minute she asked that he would be turning the plane in that direction. He really couldn’t contain his excitement to see her, not that the rest of the team was doing much to hide their excitement either. When he first saw her at the precinct, he couldn’t contain his smile. She looked gorgeous. Watching her embrace the team, saving him for last. Whispering her thanks against his ear. He couldn’t help the way it made his breath hitch a little, to finally have her close to him again.

The case ended, Emily getting her closure that she needed. It made him sad to think that their time with her was almost up. She thoroughly surprised him when she hopped on the jet to go back to Quantico with them. Stating cheerily, that she wanted to go see Garcia before she went back to London. He sat in his place at the table, opening his files to begin working through the mound of paperwork from the case. Rossi, Reid, JJ, Tara and Emily were all seated around each other, talking animatedly about London. He was trying to focus on the paperwork, trying not to eavesdrop on the conversation that he was not included in. Then he heard a name he didn’t recognize, Mark. Who is Mark? Did Emily have a boyfriend back in London? She hadn’t mentioned it before, hell, no one had. He felt his heart drop to the pit of his stomach. Of course, she had a boyfriend. She was a beautiful woman. A successful woman, who made him laugh so hard his cheeks hurt. God, he was not ready to hear this. He certainly did not want to hear more about this Mark. So, he tried his best to tune them out, to dive into his paperwork so maybe he wouldn’t be stuck at the office all night.

About ten minutes later he felt someone slide into the seat next to him. The familiar scent of strawberries invading his nose, knowing immediately who it was. “Hey, I just wanted to thank you for coming to New York. I know you were skeptical at first but thank you for backing me up. I really couldn’t have done it without you.” Emily stated lowly. He felt her hand slide over his right one that was resting on the table giving it a firm squeeze. He felt his heart flutter momentarily. He never could get use to her touching him, no matter how light of a gesture. It made his skin tingle and his heart clench every single time. “It was no problem, Emily. You know we are here for you anytime.” Hotch replied with a small smile. He chose his words carefully, knowing that he wanted to say he was here for her anytime, not all of them. Though, couldn’t bring himself to do it. He knew her profiler brain worked like his and would analyze his words in this private moment. She had said “you” not the team. Should he read more into that? Thinking it would be better to just let it go, he just turned back to his paperwork while she got up to make herself a cup of coffee.

When they touched down in Quantico, he and Tara went straight to debrief on the case. After finishing, he dropped his files off in his office to work on in the morning. There was a bottle of scotch on his bar cart calling his name and an empty bed to get home too. Tara was just finishing up at her desk as he walked by, so they walked out together, meeting the team and Emily in the hallway. They wanted everyone to go eat Mexican. He guessed his scotch and his empty bed could wait a little longer. He also couldn’t say no to the thought of getting to be with Emily just a little longer. Getting to see her out with the team, unburdened by all the chaos and death that normally surrounds them. As they entered the elevator Penelope excitedly stated that she couldn’t wait to hear all about Mark. Shit, he didn’t think he could sit through that. Dave almost always came to the rescue, stating that he did not want to hear all about Mark and Emily vowing to keep it for an exclusive girl’s night. Thank the lord for the little things.

Team nights were always a joyous outing. They really enjoyed each other’s company and adding Emily to the mix made it just that much sweeter. They ate, drank margaritas and laughed until they couldn’t breathe. After the last round of margaritas everyone decided to go home. They were beat, having been gone from home for a week and a half. It was starting to take its toll on everyone.

After many kisses on the cheeks, hugs and promises to come back again soon they finally departed. Rossi, Reid and Garcia shared a cab home, JJ had called Will to come pick her up since they did not live far from the restaurant, so that left Hotch and Emily to catch a cab. “Where are you staying?”, Hotch asked as he pulled out his phone to order an uber. “At the Marriott,” Emily stated doing the same. “Don’t order one, we can just share if that’s okay with you,” he stated. “Of course, perfectly fine,” Emily smiled up at him. He knew she was feeling a little tipsy, if he was being honest, he was too. He was glad they didn’t drive to the restaurant tonight. When the uber came, they both piled in the back of the small car. He didn’t even know uber drivers could use this compact of a car. He had to stretch his arm behind Emily, so he didn’t crush her to the door, their knees pushed together. Not that he minded, he always loved an excuse to be close to her. He could smell her hair, the strawberry scent filling his nose. She shifted a bit closer to him and he caught a new scent. Was that perfume? Hotch breathed in a little deeper, hoping to smell it again. It was intoxicating, a scent that wasn’t very sweet, more of a spicy scent. He wanted to trail his nose down her neck until he found the source of it, down to her collarbone to see if it was there too. Plant small kisses there until the scent surrounded his senses entirely. He let himself come out of his daydream to find her staring at him. Obviously, he hadn’t been too subtle with his inspection of her neckline. “What is it Hotch?” Emily questioned. He cleared his throat trying to push away the thoughts of her plush pink lips pouting at him so seriously. “How is London?” he asked, hoping to change the subject so he could clear the haze from his mind. “It’s fine, a lot of work. Keeps me very busy. I feel as though I am even busier than when I was here and I didn’t think that was possible,” she laughed. She had a small smile on her face. He knew that it wasn’t the smile she gave when she talked about something she was happy or cared about. It looked like a tired smile, like she wasn’t telling him everything. He was about to push further, get her to tell him what it was that was really on her mind when the car pulled up to the hotel.

They both got out of the car and when she came around the side to hug him and tell him thank you again, he had already started walking to the hotel doors. “Hotch, what are you doing?” Emily asked. “I was going to walk you up and made sure you made it safe, is that okay?” He asked looking at her with an unreadable face. “Yes, but you don’t have to do that,” she began as they started walking through the doors of the entrance. He only replied with a small smile and a hand at her lower back to guide her through. As she got her room key, he waited patiently behind her. What was he doing? He told himself he was only trying to make sure she was safe but in the back of his mind he knew it was more than that. He wanted to spend as much time with her as possible. Down to the last second before she had to leave again. They walked up to the elevators and got in riding it to the 14th floor, not saying anything. He didn’t know why, but his heart was beating wildly in his chest.

As they made it to her room door, she turned to him with a smile on her face. “Thank you for everything Hotch, I really appreciate everything you did and of course walking me to my door,” she said as she stepped forward to wrap him in a tight hug. As he returned the hug, he buried his nose in the top of her head, “I miss you Emily,”. Did he just say those words out loud? What on earth made him say that? “I miss you too,” she said quietly into his chest where she was still wrapped in his arms. Could she feel his heartbeat speed up? Hear how loud it is thumping in his chest?

Stunned he pulled back a little, still having his arms wrapped around her ribs. Their faces so close together he could feel the small puffs of breath coming out of her mouth. It’s now or never was the only thought running through his mind. His eyes locking down on her lips, trying to search for her eyes that had also been staring at his lips. When their eyes finally met, he tried to find a trace of hesitation or fear. He found none, just her eyes slightly hooded filled with want and the tiniest hints of lust. It was then he decided to take the leap. He titled his head and leaned forward slowly giving her time to back away if she wanted too. She met him in the middle with a tender kiss, just gently pressing their lips together. His hands sliding up to cradle her face as hers slid down to rest on his waist. Her lips were so soft, they tasted faintly of margarita, and it was all he could do to not try and deepen it further. To see if her mouth tasted the same and if they tasted as good mixed together. When he pulled back, he immediately tried to think of an apology, a logical reason to why he just kissed her. “Emily I’m sorr-,” he began but with her hands tightening on his waist, “Hotch, I miss you too,” she cut him off. Then without saying another word she turned towards the door, inserted the key and opened it.

He followed her into the room, he wasn’t sure where this was going to go. Were they going to talk about what just happened? He wanted too, but he also just wanted to continue kissing her to explore her and show her just how much he misses her. Emily walked into the room and placed her purse down on the desk in the corner and then turned to him. He was waiting for her to lead the conversation, to get whatever it was on her mind out in the open. It took him by surprise when all she did was walk back up to him and push him back against the wall. “I know we need to talk, but I cannot tell you how long I’ve wanted to do this,” she said as she ran her hands over his shoulders and up to the back of his neck.

She sealed her mouth over his immediately and he had to suppress a groan in the back of his throat. She was pressed so tightly against him as he held her face and neck in between his two hands. When she finally opened her mouth, he thought he would pass out. She tasted like heaven. That was the only way he could describe it. Letting his tongue caress hers as his hands moved over her shoulders, down to her lower back to press her firmly against him. The little whimpers she made sending pulses straight to his groin. He decided that it was enough of her being in control, as he pushed off the wall just to roughly push her back against it, their lips never parting.

As she pushed his blazer off his shoulders, he wedged his knee between her legs pressing straight against her center. Sucking on his bottom lip he could feel her smiling as she ground down on his thigh chasing her pleasure. He was surrounded by her, that perfume invading his every sense and his thought from earlier popped back into his head. He had to find out where it was coming from. So, he snaked his hand back up to grip the hair at the base of her skull and lightly pull back exposing her neck. Her little “uh” making him give a smile of his own as he lightly nosed her ear. “This smell has been driving me crazy all night, I haven’t been able to concentrate when you were close to me,” he whispered as he trailed his lips and nose down her neck, licking every so often. He stopped when he got to her collar bone, using his other hand to pull her sweater down so that it was exposed. He kissed there, smelling it the strongest. Then sucked a bruise so hard he knew it would be purple tomorrow.

He couldn’t help it, he wanted to mark her. Let people know she was his even if it was only for tonight. Her hands couldn’t remain idle, while he was exploring her neck, she had begun unbuttoning his shirt. Finally, she got it unbuttoned and pushed it off his shoulders and down his arms. She knew he would be gorgeous. Had dreamed of it many times, but they did not do the man justice. He was strong she knew, had seen him take down suspects and kick down doors. It still didn’t prepare her for his broad shoulders, veins protruding down his arms, and the muscles in his chest and stomach rippling as he took heaving breathes. It only made the heat rush straight to her core.

He was back on her in a second running his hands beneath her sweater. Up her stomach, gripping her breasts, running his fingers over her nipples straining against her bra. He pulled her shirt over her head, immediately pulling back to look at her. All she could see in his eyes was lust. No hesitation, no judgement from her scars, just want. He immediately dipped into the valley of her breasts, kissing and licking as his hands reached behind her to undo the clasps. When it fell to the floor he latched onto her nipple, unable to stop her hands from flying to his hair, pushing and tugging as he sucked it while his hand twisted and pulled the other. Letting out a long moan, she pulled him up to her lips. His hands immediately going down to her button on her pants.

After unbuttoning them he slowed down, he wanted to see her face the first time he felt her. Hotch slid his hand into her panties as he pulled away from their kiss. Her mouth opened slightly, her eyes squeezed shut and her head thrown back against the wall. He was so fucked; he would never be able to get enough. As he slid his hand past her mound down to her lips, he could already feel the moisture there. Sliding his finger down further he found she was dripping and let out a moan of his own. His chest heaving and his eyes hooded he dropped his head on the wall beside her and whispered in her ear “Is this all for me Emily?”. “God, yes,” she let out breathily as he slid a finger through her lips, running it up to circle her swollen bud. He let his finger circle her slowly a few times before sliding his finger back down and entering her. His already half hard cock swelling so fast he felt lightheaded. She was clenching around his thick finger so deliciously he could hardly think straight. “You’re dripping wet, sweet girl,” he ground out huskily as he added another finger and attached his lips to hers again.

He needed to taste her, that’s the only thought he could process as she ground down on his fingers. When he pulled away, she let out a whimper at the loss of him. Then he suddenly dropped to his knees in front of her and she felt her breath catch in her throat. He roughly pulled down her pants and helped her kick them off her feet. Staring at her panties he couldn’t help but groan at the little wet spot on the red lace. He placed kisses to her stomach as he pulled them slowly down her legs, “You’re so fucking beautiful Emily,” he whispered as he pulled her left leg over his shoulder. She could feel his breath against her lips as she ran her hand through his hair. When he placed his tongue directly on her clit, she thought she would pass out. He was wrong, this is what heaven tasted like as he licked and sucked her clit. “You taste so good, so sweet,” he murmured against her lips, like he was talking to himself. Her hips were moving unconsciously, chasing the pleasure that he was holding back from her just so he could savor it the first time. Her hand had a tight grip in on his hair, pulling and pushing him away from her when it was too much and not enough. When he pushed two fingers into her, she let out the sweetest moan he had ever heard. She was so close to cumming, she could feel it in the pit of her stomach, when she finally picked her head up off the wall and looked down to see Hotch between her thighs, her leg slung over his shoulder sucking her clit and fucking her with his fingers while he looked straight into her eyes, that was when she snapped. Her orgasm hitting her like a sledgehammer, her body going rigid while she shook from the intensity of it. He had to hold her up to keep her from falling over. He lapped up her orgasm like he was a man in a drought, pulling away when she gripped his hair and pulled hard. When he kissed her, she could taste herself on him, her tongue sliding over his lips, he let out a groan and pushed her back against the wall.

He knew he was too old to carry her but when he gripped the backs of her thighs and lifted, she jumped. He was shirtless, but he had yet to take his suit pants off and his cock was straining so hard in them that it was starting to hurt. When he laid her gently back onto the bed, he settled himself between her legs. Letting her lie back with her legs spread, so beautiful beneath him, while he stood between her thighs. It was then she ran her hand over the bulge in his pants. Making his breath hitch at the friction. As she sat up, she went to work on his belt, unbuttoning his pants and finally freeing his aching cock. Emily knew he would be big, knew that he didn’t just walk around like he had a big dick, but could back it up. He was so thick, so pretty, dribbling precum, heavy and swollen. Her mouth honestly started watering. When she wrapped her hand around him delicately, he let out a punched-out breath. His eyes were closed, his chest heaving, his hands were balled into fists.

He didn’t see her lean forward, didn’t see her wet her lips, didn’t watch her open her mouth and slowly lick the tip of him. A strangled “Fuck,” was all he could manage as his eyes shot open and his hands flew to the back of her head. Even as bad as he wanted too, he didn’t push, didn’t move his hips forward, just pulled her hair from around her face to hold it in a loose ponytail. He couldn’t do anything, could only watch as she swirled her tongue around the tip of him, took him into her mouth licked and sucked him. He must have died, must be in a dream, there was no way this was happening. He closed his eyes again letting out a moan. He hoped that when he opened them again, she would still be there in front of him sucking his cock.

“Emily, I can’t, I need to be inside of you when I cum please, I’m so close,” he pleaded. His hips rocking on their own accord. He knew if he looked down at her he would lose it, would cum down her throat and that’s not what he wanted tonight. When she pulled her mouth away from him his resolve snapped, he wanted to make love to her, wanted to show her everything he was feeling, but the string that was holding him together was becoming so thin he couldn’t take much more. She laid back on the bed, holding her arms out to him as he climbed onto the bed with her. He pushed her thighs apart and ran his cock between her folds, squeezing his eyes shut from how wet she was. “Hotch, go slow, it’s been a while for me and God you’re fucking huge,” she panted. “It’s been a long time for me Emily, we will be lucky if this isn’t over before it begins,” he whispered as he slowly pushed into her. She was so fucking tight, so wet, gripping his cock so good he thought he was going to lose it. “Em, please don’t move, you’re so tight baby, feel so fucking good, he groaned into her neck. She could feel him stretching her out, her muscles clenching around him.

He didn’t know how he was going to last, going to give her another orgasm, hell if he was even going to be able to move without blowing his load into her. Her walls finally started to loosen up and her hips rocked forward making him cry out. “You’re going to kill me sweet girl,” he whispered into her ear before placing kisses down her neck and starting to move his hips. “Hotch, you feel so good fuck you’re so big,” she moaned as her hands ran down his back, fingernails digging in. Starting a faster pace, Hotch lifted himself up from her body and grabbed both of her hands placing them above her head. Using one hand to hold them there he used the other to pull her right leg over his hip. “Fuck, you’re so deep Hotch, oh my god,” he kissed her then, knowing if she kept talking to him like that, he was going to lose it. “You’re taking me so well, fuck,” he panted as he used the hand that was on her leg to rub her clit. Her orgasm took her by surprise, breaking into her body as she writhed underneath him. Her walls clamping down on him so hard he couldn’t see straight. He was so close, could feel it in the tips of his toes, coiling in the pit of his stomach. He just needed something from her first. “Hotch, cum for me,” she whispered into his mouth as she held his face and chin. “Say my name, Emily, I need you to say my name,” he whispered back as she latched onto his neck, leaving a trail of bites up the side to his ear. “Cum for me Aaron, I want you to cum inside of me, please,” as she ran her tongue around his ear. That was all it took to send him hurdling over the edge he had been teetering on. Dropping his head to bury it in her neck as he spilled deep inside her, moaning out her name. He lay there for a moment buried inside of her panting heavily, before she pulled his head up with both of her hands, laying sweet kisses on his face finally landing on his lips. God, he loved her. “That was… that was so amazing Aaron,” she whispered against his lips. All he could do was kiss her lips gently, not wanting to say something stupid to ruin the moment. As he pulled out of her and rolled them onto their sides, she asked him “Will you stay tonight?”. Who was he to ever say no to her? “We can talk in the morning, Aaron,” she said as she reached over to turn the lamp off.

He wrapped his arms tighter around her and could only hope for what the morning had to bring.

[george-fabian-weasley]

diving deep down — g.w.

Summary: Sometimes you just needed to know that you’re not alone in this world.

Words: 1,726 words

Warnings ⚠ : TW implied depression, TW mental health, TW drowning, mentions of lack of breath, TW implied suicide, Read At Your Own Risk, platonic!george, neutral!reader, mentions of crying, Angst, Happy ending (sort of), comfort!au

Disclaimer: I am sad for a few days now so here I am, writing yet another comfort fic. Please note that if you’re struggling and you need someone to talk to, my messages is always open for you. I love you all so much, you’re not alone. Comments andReblogs are appreciated, enjoy!

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It was a quiet night at the Astronomy Tower, most of the students had gone to sleep and there were very few prefects patrolling the school hallways.

You felt at peace.

There was just something about being alone on the Astronomy Tower that feels so... intimate. At this point, it had become a personal spot for you to just come and lay down on the floor, and stare up to the sky. Sometimes the sky would give you a show, a comet shower on rare days or a bright full moon on the other. And sometimes even the sky needs rest, yet still gifting you a night of clouds and rain, lullabying your thoughts to slumber.

Nothing to do up here actually, but that’s what you desired. To do nothing, to wait for nothing, to talk nothing, to be expected of nothing, to expect nothing. In the life of yours that is full of ups and downs like merciless tidal waves of the bottomless ocean crashing upon your small wooden ship, doing absolutely nothing is the spine that holds your sanity in a piece.

In peace.

None of your friends knew about this spot of yours when you're stressed or disheveled, or simply need some time alone. But you're quite fond of it; the thought of them not knowing. Don't get me wrong, you absolutely adore your friends, but alone time is needed very badly for a while. To just be yourself and calm down without the bickering noises or the loud laughter or the constant jabs or the playful sneers.

What you didn't know, though, was one of your friends had kept his eye on you. Every week after dinner, you would always disappear right after dinner to Godric knows where. And George always wondered where you’ve had been.

"So this is where you disappear to every other night," George's voice startled you as you flinched slightly. "Bloody hell, Weasley..." You groaned as you massaged your chest, trying to ease your fast-beating heart from the shock.

"Sorry 'bout that," George muttered and cleared his throat, walking over to sit next to you. You watched him sit down and looked up to the tower's internal dome, "Wow, someone hasn't dusted that ceiling for a while."

You rolled your eyes at his quiet remark, you assumed he's talking to himself in the hushed tone he did. "So, what do you do here?" He asked you, turning to you curiously.

“Nothing.”

He raised an eyebrow, “Nothing like... literally or figuratively?” You sighed quietly, “Literally nothing. I just like to lay down here, stare up to the ceiling or the skies, and take a break from everything,” You briefly explained.

You laid down on your back, hands on the back of your head as you stare up to the dark sky. You saw from the corner of your eyes that he followed you suit, laying down beside you with his arms as his headrest. You glanced at him, he was looking up to the sky with a blank expression, causing you to furrow your eyebrows.

You had expected him to say ‘How boring’ or any other sassy remark, but George just stayed silent, being by your side without any other word. And when he did speak, all he said was:

“Do you mind if I join you any other time?”

You pursed your lips at his ask of permission. As much as you would like to have company, the Astronomy Tower has become your safe space for a long while. Suddenly sharing it with someone else, and whisk away the peacefulness and serenity, you only fear for the tidal waves to grow bigger by time; before swallowing you whole like a beast it is created to become.

“I... I don’t know, George. I like it when it’s just me up here,” You answered honestly, sighing heavily, “Let’s just say that this spot is my safe space, and by sharing my safe space with someone, I might lose my mind.”

“I-I don’t expect you to understand so I don’t care if—” “I do understand, so don’t sweat about it.” “... What?” George turned to you with a smile, “I understand, Y/N. You don’t need to explain it to me, I get it,” He said gently, before turning his head back to the sky.

“Sometimes... A safe space is all you need to escape for a while; to make sure that you won’t run away for good.”

You looked at him with narrowed eyes, “Do-do you...” You trailed off, not wanting to say what it was in your mind. It’s impossible, George has everything he wanted in his life, fame, a loving family, loyal friends, great pranks. His life is incredible.

But with only a somber look he sent your way, you figured that you might be wrong.

“George...” You trailed off, not knowing what else to say. He uncomfortably chuckled, “You know, sometimes I think to myself, why do I feel like this? When I have an amazing family, a supportive twin brother, great friends, and incredible pranks to accomplish. But what I learned over the past few years...” He paused, licking his lips slowly.

“... is that the monster chooses randomly. It chooses without criteria, without any care of the good things in your life. If it chooses you, then so be it.”

You wish to say you don’t know what he’s talking about. But you do, oh you do very well. 

“... You could be having a wonderful time with your friends, and when it touches you, everything vanishes and all you could think of are the bad thoughts,” You spoke quietly. George turned to you, huffing a sad smile at the mere thought of you understanding him. 

So you’re like him.

“Yeah, what an arsehole,” George tried to joke to lighten up the mood, but the smile on his lips didn’t really last long. “... I don’t even know why it chooses me. Out of all people in the world, it chooses me to be the host of these-these crumbling thoughts...” You continued, eyebrows furrowing at the frustration brewing inside of you.

“And they stayed,” George muttered. You sighed, “For a while, too.” George huffed a cynical smile, “It’s giving us such a cruel game to play. Winning or losing, but at what cost?” You blinked slowly, feeling your heart ache heavily at the thought of your friend suffering as much as you do, or even more than you thought.

“... Everything.”

“Truth to be told...” You trailed off, gulping at the nerves you had to say this sudden confession to George. “I think I’m losing the game,” You whispered, wishing to God that he wouldn’t hear you so you won’t have to repeat yourself.

“Why would you feel that?” His soft voice didn’t do you any justice.

“At first, I found the feelings as silly, so I brushed them away,” You bit your lips, still debating whether you should tell him or not. Whether you should burden him with your feelings or not. “I kept getting these thoughts one by one and I thought I can endure it but it just,” You find your eyebrows furrowing at the lump of your throat growing bigger and bigger, “it keeps coming and coming and coming until I had to accept them all at some point at the same time and I just... I felt so out of breath,” The words coming out of your mouth were getting faster as time passed by as if if you don’t let them out in time, they’ll never come back out again.

The dams of your tears had broken down. Your chest was heaving up and down without rhythm and you felt your lungs constricting all the air you had.

“They’re- they’re choking me and I can’t breathe I- I feel like I’m drowning, I’m diving deep down in the ocean and-and I can’t swim and slowly and slowly and slowly I- I can’t see the light anymore and I- I’m losing the game, George! I’m losing the game-” Your voice had cracked and you were sobbing on the floor, the desperation in your voice was so painful for George to hear, he felt like your words had created a mirror; broken down into little pieces of sharp-edged glass. And each one of them had struck him straight into his heart.

But his hand gripped yours securely.

You looked down to the intertwined hands, and you looked up at him already staring at you, “You’re not losing the game, Y/N,” His voice; firm yet trembling, the glint in his eyes tells you that he’s saying this not only for you, but for himself as well, “You’re fighting it.”

“You’re fighting it, and you are so strong for doing so. The cruelest game to be created, and you’re fighting through it. You’re fighting, like the fighter you are,” George’s sudden words of encouragement caused you to feel your chest constricting. Your eyes suddenly feel heavy with teardrops, you felt heard. You felt needed. You felt supported.

So with tears still rolling down your cheeks, you squeezed George’s hands, “Like the fighters we are,” You voiced out, a small, quivering smile on your lips. George felt warmth in his insides, grateful to have an understanding and supportive friend like you. He nodded and cracked a wide grin; amidst all the tears rolling down and wetting the floor, “Like the fighters we are.”

You stared at his bloated eyes and red nose, smiling to yourself gratefully, “I don’t know how you do it,” You said honestly. “What? Staying alive? I’m scraping on the floor,” George deadpanned, causing you to laugh at the sudden brutal honesty.

George scoffed a curious smile at you, wiping away his tears, “Is my agony funny to you?” You couldn’t stop laughing so you only nodded, causing you to be shoved at the shoulder with a dramatic “Hey!”

It only caused you to laugh more, unfortunately for George.

He watched as you laughed at him, and without him knowing it, he was laughing with you. As the both of you calmed down, you smiled gratefully at him, your hand squeezing his again, “At least we’re not diving deep down in the ocean.”

“Well, this time,” George turned back to the sky, the first genuine smile on his lips of the night, “We’ll fight our best not to.”

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[skzfairies]

sooyoung’s relationship with nct dream!

✿ mark

he was actually the first one to introduce himself to her in the dreamies

he was really sweet towards her but wasn’t like, over the top, he was kinda chill yk

and that just made her feel so comfortable because she had so many worries about joining nct dream as a girl, she knew monique would also be there, but they weren’t in the same unit so it was very nerve racking for sooyoung

and this girl was like, 15 and she was being thrown into debut suddenly with a bunch of boys, and it was very overwhelming

but mark assured her that it was all okay, and that everyone wanted her there, and that she deserved to be here

if she was ever having any problems with anything, he would always try his best to help her out, or direct her to someone he knew would help her

and now they are the bestest friends, sooyoung admitted that out of the members he feels like an older brother the most to her :D

their always goofing off or messing around, but not like bouncing off the walls together, they just make jokes to each other and burst out laughing

they have so so many inside jokes omg

and whenever they randomly make eye contact, they would always burst out laughing, they literally can NOT be serious around each other ....

mark is basically the reason she knows so much english 😭 she literally just repeats whatever he says and then studies it later....that’s basically how she learned lmaooooo

✿ renjun

renjun ALWAYS clowns her, like she could just be breathing and he would make fun of her (all jokes ok he loves her)

and she’s just like .... did i ask

but she always gets him back :D

she doesn’t roast him, but rather she EMBARRASSES him

if renjun teased her a lot in a video that was uploaded fhat day, she would go on vlive and tell a VERY embarrassing story of renjun and go in COMPLETE detail and then she’s done she’s like “how are you guyssss?”

once renjun saw that she was doing that and he went to where ever she was and complained about it and she just laughed at him while he was begging her to stop 😭

they love each other i promise

they also play fight a lot, like they could just randomly be hanging out in the living room and they would just randomly start fighting each other until they called a truce

sooyoung always wins ☺️, you gotta learn a few tricks if you spend the majority of your time with seven boys

also, when sooyoung got confindent and comfortable with speaking some mandarin, she randomly started speaking it renjun

and he was SO touched like 🤞 he was in shock he was like “when did you- how- what?” and she was just like “ i wanted to learn some so i can talk to you and chenle, i don’t know much but it’s a start!”

and renjun just hugged her, he didn’t know what to say and he was like I LOVE THIS GIRL SO MUCH

no bcuz sooyoung literally deserves the world okay shes so sweet

and renjun would teach her and help her practice when he saw her studying and they just have little conversations with each other in mandarin, and it’s so cute hehe

oh yeah stargazing is a thing for them heeh, when neither of them can sleep because their stressed or it’s just not happening, they both go outside and attempt to watch the stars, even if you can barely see them since their in the city :/

✿ jeno

GAMING BESTIES

they stay up so late playing games whenever they are off and always regret it in the mornings 😭

when she first started playing games w him she was rlly bad and jeno would always beat her and he was SO SMUG ABOUT IT and he was like “haha loser💪”

and sooyoung being the hard worker she is, she practiced her gaming skills for a few months and watched a ton of vids and jeno would ask her to game and she was like “no, not yet.” “i’m kidding your not a loser!” “i’m not playing w u until i can beat ur ass!”

and then a few months later she finally asked him to play

and jeno was like YAY ☺️☺️

and he kept on hyping himself up,,, and then sooyoung beat him

she ended up beating him 4/6 times they played 🤞

JENO WAS SO SHOCKED

HE WAS SO HEARTBROKEN

and sooyoung was just like :))) it’s okay jeno, maybe next time!” and she skipped out of his room happily while jeno was still like :0

he sat there in shock for awhile...

song writing besties 🤞

he actually helped her a lot when she was first learning, and when she completed her lyrics she had him check them over

same for him, she would always read over his lyrics he written, and sometimes she recorded a guide for him !

they always bounce ideas off of each other whenever their stuck, and then their like “damn we rlly are big brain 🤞”

OHHHH SHE MET HIS CATS ONCE

she fell in love with them, and his cats were instantly drawn to her

jeno has like 100 pictures of her w his cats he’s like :)) my childern

after meeting them sooyoung wont stop asking for asking for pictures of them or asking if their okay 😭

jenos like “do you love my cats more than me?“ and shes like “YUP:D”

✿ haechan

oh my gosh someone seperate them

these two are so chaotic omg

they are always coming at everyone’s throats omg

they roast the shit out of everyone 😭😭

whenever they are together there’s always loud laughing, BECAUSE HAECHAN IS JUST SO FUNNY OK

completly random but they look so cute and pretty sitting next to each other :D

haechan does tease her, but it’s not as much as the other members and she’s like :) “i’m special”

he’s always hugging on her and she either has two reactions:

if she’s sleepy and haechan throws himself on her she’s like ??? who tf is on me ??? and she looks so confused while haechan is moving around on her to get comfy and hes lowkey screaming and shes like 😳 i just woke up, and then she just goes back to sleep

if she’s wide awake she will scream and laugh and jokingly push haechan off of her until she gives up and just hugs back onto him, and she pats his head and goes “haechannie, your so cute :) i love you!“

its kinda a suprise that he’s older than her because he acts SO CUTE AROUND HER

and normally sooyoung would judge tf iut of u if you acted cute around her but wirh haechan she gets SO SOFT

like internally screams with haechan looks at her with a soft expression on his face because HE IS JUST SO CUTE AWH

another gaming duo <3

although it’s harder to beat haechan for her 😭😭

she’s only beat him like 5 times of the 6 years she’s known him 🤞

they also stay up late together, like they’ll be facetiming and they will litwrally just talk about ANYTHING and laugh their asses off

he lets her ramble about the random facts that she knows or the show she has been watching and jes just like :D your so cute, even if she repeated the same thing 2828 times or is not making any sense at all

haechan and sooyoung are so soft for each other 🤞

but they also arent afraid to roast tf out of each other 💪

✿ jaemin

these two are the sweetest omg

like they are SO CLOSE

and they are always together omg

like they always hang out in either one of their rooms and chill, it’s mostly her room tho because she complains about jaemins bed 😳

jisung feels like jaemin is his roomie too because he’s in there so much :0

dw sooyoung and jaemin are considerate 🤞

if jisung is sleeping and they wanna have a deep ass talk then jaemin will drags her to his room, because lets say jeno is a heavy sleeper (idk if he is but lets just say he is ☺️)

they are ALWAYS cuddling, like whenever she walked infront of his and he is sitting down, he’ll pull her to either sit next to him or his lap, it depends if cameras are around 🤞 and then once she’s sitting he’ll wrap his arms around her and just cuddle until they get uncomfortable lmao 😭

sooyoung will not fall asleep on any other member but jaemin, it’s just a thing idk, not that she’s not comfortable with the other members she just prefers to cuddle w jaemin since they cuddle so much hehehehe

whenever they are out walking in the streets and she’s tired she’ll grab onto jaemin’s shirt and he just down at her like :0 oh my god your so cute i just wanna protect ☺️, and he just puts his arm around her shoulder while she holds onto him :( i love them their relationship is so soft

ohhhhh jaemin made her go bike riding w him one day and she felt like she was going to DIE, her legs were so sore afterwards but jaemin was semi fine, and she was just like 😡i hate you.

she always asks jaemin to edit her photos for her, cuz she doesn’t know how hmph, and jaemin offered to teach her so she was like ☺️ okay so she sat in a chair next to him, and she ended up falling asleep.... whoops

jaemin was like “so you just do this to remove any- sooyoung?” and he looked down and sooyoung had her head against her knees, and she was OUT, like jaemin tried everything to wake her, so he ended up having to pick her up and put her on his bed while he finished editing her pictures 🤞

best boy jaemin YUP

i could write for AGES about them because i just love their relationship so so so much but all you guys need to know in summary is that they are such a soft friendship, they can always be seen cuddling together, they talk about almost everything, and their just besties :D

✿ chenle

01 liner babe’s yup !

they were close before debuting because they were close in age, and when they found out they were debuting they were like YESSS I KNOW YOU 😟😟

they call themselves twins hehe, even if they aren’t even born in the same month 😭

if they say they are twins, they are twins.

HIGH PITCHED LAUGH DUO YUP

sooyoung also has a higher pitched laughed, so whenever they laugh, it’s VERY high pitched

also they love to randomly harmonize?

like they could just be sitting in the waiting room and then they would just sing in harmony and then go back to whatever they were doing :0

ohhhh and they LOVE doing tik toks together

they will do covers of dances together or those silly duo ones and it’s so FUNNY because they are both so chaotic and it’s so cute

they really killing everyone w their cuteness 😭😭😭

he was also so shocked when she spoke mandarin to him, even if it was just a little bit and kinda awkward because she had just been studying to for a few months (she started studying it in january 2021!) and he was like 😟😄😄

he also gave her a big hug but he was way more entergetic than renjun, he shook her back and forth and yelled in her ear, NOT ON OURPOSE

he was just excited 🤞🤞

ohhhh they also post lil duets together :D and it’s so CUTE

like their both bare faced in a dim lit vocal room and one of them is playing the piano, and they just sing, and it’s so raw and beautiful, OH MY GOD I LOVE THEM

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✿ jisung

at first he was kinda shy around her, since hes normally shy around new people

and sooyoung was like, i understand, but shes an extrovert so she tried her hardest to be friends with everyone and talk to everyone, and jisung was like ???? how are you so talkative ???

the first thing he ever said to her was “your shirt’s cool, i like shinee subaenim too!” and it was really quiet and sooyoung was like “thanks ☺️”.

she was wearing a shinee tshirt btw, she’s a big shawol 🤭

they eventually got close though, i mean your bound to be when your with them all day yk

but sooyoung was so soft and gentle w him and reassuring him that it’s okay that hes a lil shy and he just felt comfortable around her, even if it was kinda hard to have conversations

now their inseparable!

she always laughs whenever he breaks something, but she always grabs it and sees if she can fix it for him, while laughing

for the first few years of their debut jisung was like her lil bro, she would always tease him or fool around him

and now its the reverse 😭

jisung always roast her or teases her, and it’s so subtle she would just laugh whenever he said something and then after awhile she realizes what he just said so she’s like ... ☺️😟😳😕

shes like wHAT HAPPENED TO MY LIL BRO

jisung always pats her head when she has her mouth open after he teases her, and is like “hehe, love u”

“sure you do jisung, sure you do.”

she gets him back by blasting twice or shinee and dancing on her bed until jisung gets out of bed and turns it off 😭

she never does that when he’s sleeping because she doesn’t actually wanna make him mad 😭

they have never fought and she’s not willing to loose that streak

jisung compared their hand size once and it litteraly made sooyoungs hands look like a baby hand and she was like ... i hate it here

now he always asks for a high five and then he laughs because of the size difference

and she gets SO MAD

“STOP DOING THATTTTT, ITS NOT FUNNY”

“stop falling for it 🤷‍♂️”

“hOLD ME BACK.”

jaemin actually had to hold her back from running after him after he teased her

not that she would hurt jisung....she would just hit him a few times

jaemin scolds her for fighting the members he’s like “we do not condone violence in this household!”

then she goes “condone violence my ass! just let me flick him.”

jaemin doesn’t let her flick him 😭😭

she does it before jisung goes to sleep tho 💪

[shyficwriter]

Shots

Guardians of the Galaxy fanfic | Yondu x Reader, guest starring Peter

Summary: Based on this prompt from anon: "Reader gets drunk for the first time - like REALLY drunk - and Yondu does nooot like it"

Author's note: Title sucks but I couldn't think of anything better. I was actually drunk when I wrote most of this (it's when inspiration finally struck to fulfill the prompt lol) but I obviously finished and edited it sober. That being said, I feel an obligation to say that the things Reader does in this story aren't necessarily written from experience, I was just trying to think what the most embarrassing things you could do while drunk would be lol. Enjoy!

Word Count: 2,470

One thing was certain, and it was that Yondu was going to shove his arrow up his ravagers' collective asses.

Yondu had long suspected you wouldn't be able to handle your liquor ever since you became old enough to drink. He noticed how you always got tipsy after just one beer, however luckily, you always stopped after around two, so it had never really been a problem.

Until tonight, that is. Because everyone was celebrating a big score gone well and Peter thought it'd be fun for you to take shots with him and the guys. Now Yondu had to deal with you being drunk off your ass.

He had pulled Peter aside and growled at him to knock it off earlier that night after he noticed you taking the first shot, saying, "The girl can't handle her liquor, boy! Don't be giving her any more, ya hear me?"

This was met with Peter calling Yondu overprotective, but he ultimately conceded and swore that he wouldn't give you anymore shots.

But Yondu hadn't said anything about Oblo, Tullk, or Horuz, had he?

The others thought it was real funny how giggly and expressive you'd get when drunk, so it didn't take much convincing from Peter for them sneak you shots when Yondu wasn't looking.

By the time Yondu noticed what had happened he was pissed.

He marched over to where you sat next to the guys. You were laughing your ass off at a dumb joke Tullk made, and you were surprised when you saw him and the other three jump up and high tail it out of the way without explanation.

Then Yondu sat in front of you.

"Heyyy!" you giggled, playfully shoving the captain in the shoulder. "Wassup?"

Yondu's eyes narrowed. "How much did you have?"

"What?"

"How much to drink, girl. I know they were giving ya shots, how many?"

You giggled and pretended to look yourself over. "I dunno what ya mean, I haven't been shot." You then preceded to laugh your ass off at what you thought was a hilarious joke.

"PETER!" Yondu snarled, looking around but unable to find the Terran. Kraglin happened to be walking by just then so he settled for pulling him in to see if he could answer the question. "Krags, did'ya happen to see how many she had?"

Kraglin was startled at having been suddenly jerked towards the two of you, but he answered as honestly as he could. "I'm not exactly sure, Cap, but I think I did notice her have at least four? Maybe five? Why?"

Yondu released the first mate's sleeve and sighed, massaging the bridge of his nose. "Dammit. I'm gonna kill Quill." he said, before standing and pulling you up from your seat. "Come on. Yer going to bed." he said gruffly.

"Aw! But I don't want to!" you whined as he dragged you from the bar, unable to even really walk straight.

"Tough." Yondu said. "I don't like ya getting drunk like this. It ain't good fer ya. You'll only get into trouble."

"But ya let the other guys!" you pouted as the doors swung shut behind you and Yondu.

"They can handle it. Ya can't." he said flatly. Almost as if on cue you stumbled and almost brought the two of you down. This caused you to giggle madly as Yondu lost his grip on you.

"Catch me if you can!" you squeal in delight as you take off down the corridor.

Yondu swore under his breath as he ran after you. He might've called his arrow to stop you in your tracks, but he was worried that your drunk ass would accidentally run into the flarkin thing if he stopped it in front of your face to halt you.

Luckily for him you weren't exactly fast in your drunken state and he caught you quickly, grabbing you about the waist and pulling you back.

You squeaked at the contact, batting him away. "That tickles! Don't!" you giggle, squirming away.

Yondu rolled his eyes and sighed, moving his hands to instead rest on your shoulders as he steadied you.

The next couple minutes were relatively quiet, you were just softly giggling and babbling about nonsense while Yondu kept guiding you down the corridor to your quarters.

You were about halfway there when you were hit with a sudden and bad urge to pee. "Wait a sec." you drunkenly slur to your guide and before Yondu could even react you had already pulled down your pants and had squatted to take a piss in the damn hallway.

Once Yondu realized what was happening he jerked back and looked away, both not wanting anything to splash back on him, and also obviously not interested in looking, grateful that your jacket had blocked anything he might have seen before he reacted and looked away. He pinched the bridge of his nose as his face flushed with embarrassment and irritation at the situation, but there wasn't exactly a whole lot he could do about it in the moment, it had just happened so quick. He waited until he heard you stand up before looking back.

"I can't believe ya just pissed on my floor." he grumbled, side-stepping the mess and calling up Kraglin to send someone down to clean the ... "spill..." in the corridor leading towards the crew quarters.

He finally got you to your quarters and ushered you inside so you could sleep it off. He started to nudge you towards your bed when you suddenly announced you were going to be sick.

Yondu's eyes went wide, and not wanting a similar incident like what had happened in the hallway he quickly ripped a nearby trashcan from the floor and shoved it towards you.

After you had finished vomiting you placed the trashcan back on the floor and stumbled back into a seated position on the bed. "I don't feel well..."

"Gee, I wonder why." Yondu said bitterly, arms crossed over his chest. "Ya need to go to bed."

Just then your eyes flew open and you dumped yourself onto the floor, pulling the trashcan back towards you as you began to vomit again.

Yondu sighed. If anyone were to ask him about what he did next he'd deny it. He knelt down next to you and gently pulled your hair back so that you wouldn't get sick into it, and there he stayed for a good bit while you emptied the contents of your stomach.

When you had finally finished you sat up and leaned your back against your bed. Then, almost as if noticing Yondu for the first time you leaned into him and hugged him tightly.

He was almost warmed by the gesture, but then to his chagrin, you started bawling.

He made a grimace but returned the hug tentatively, occasionally giving gentle pats to your back with a "There, there." not really knowing what else to do.

Well, except for one thing. He glanced up to see the door was still opened, and without disturbing you too much from your places on the floor, he kicked it closed. No way in hell was one of his crew going to walk in on this scene and see him being all soft and shit. No way.

Eventually you did start to quiet down and then Yondu attempted to gently prod you into standing up so you could get into bed. Unfortunately for him, you only mumbled nonsense and nuzzled in closer like he was a damn teddy bear or something. So, he gently pried your arms away from him so he could stand up before helping you to your feet.

He had gotten you halfway into bed when it happened. You got sick again. Only this time you didn't use the trashcan. You got sick on him.

Yondu's stomach churned but he kept it together, Taking a not-so-deep breath (because of the smell) to keep himself from angrily setting off. There'd be plenty of time to yell at you in the morning, he reasoned.

He quickly put you the rest of the way in bed and luckily you seemed to fall asleep the moment your head hit the pillow. However, not before mumbling out a, "Night, dad." Yondu raised an eyebrow in surprise, but didn't give himself time to dwell on it. He was eager to leave and get cleaned up.

He was about a quarter of the way to his quarters when he came across a laughing group a ravagers cutting up and being silly in the corridors. It was Peter, Oblo, and Kraglin, and they all stopped laughing when they noticed both the murderous look on their captain's face and the mess of sick on his clothes as he approached.

Yondu didn't stop to talk. Merely glared at them as he made his way past. "Not. A. Word." he growled at their surprised faces.

They obeyed, but it didn't stop their giggles once they thought he was out of earshot and they put two and two together. You were really gonna get it in the morning, they thought.

***

The next morning Yondu gave extra cleaning duties to Peter and the other ravagers who got you plastered the night before. He didn't say it was punishment for what happened, after all it wasn't like there was a rule against it, but they still knew he was mad. He had woken them up at 5am to tell them to get started while everyone else slept in, after all.

He called you into his quarters shortly after and you made your way over hungover and groggy, the previous night mostly a blur.

You lightly rapped on his door to announce your presence and flinched when you were met with a loud "Come in! It's open!"

You opened the door and groaned as you entered the room that Yondu had made uncharacteristically bright by seemingly turning on every freaking light he had. Through squinted eyes you made out the form of your captain and you cringed again when he called out in a booming voice, "Have fun last night?" making your temples throb.

Basically, Yondu was being a dick.

You grunted in response and he spoke up again. "So, ya remember anything from last night?" he asked, randomly speaking certain words louder than they needed to be, just to make you further regret your hangover.

You rubbed a hand over your eyes and made another grunt while shrugging your shoulders.

"What was that? Couldn't hear ya." he said, a slight smirk playing over his lips.

You groaned and spoke up, "I dunno. Had some drinks with Peter and the guys, went to bed?" You honestly didn't know why he had to call you in so damn early. Whatever mischief you got up to with the guys couldn't have been that bad that this couldn't wait until noon.

"Oh hoho, no!" Yondu laughed almost bitterly, clapping his hands together with a loud pop that made you flinch in pain from the loud noise. "Ya did a lot more than that, missy."

You just stared up at him weakly, half not giving a shit & wishing to go back to bed and half worried you had done something either dangerous or embarrassing.

"I s'pose ya don't remember getting sick all over me?" he asked.

Your eyes flew wide, your former grogginess forgotten. Oh no. Please let him be joking. "I'm- so sorry." you stammered, both in embarrassment and in concern for how he was going to deal with you for that. Surely you wouldn't get off scot-free for vomiting on your captain. "I- sorry- I-" you didn't really know what to say. You had apparently thrown up all over your captain the night before. What could you say?

"Oh that ain't all." Yondu said in a tone that was obvious it was about to get worse.

Your stomach fell. What could possibly be worse than having drunkenly vomited on your captain? You could feel your cheeks turning pink as you cringed and asked, "Do I wanna know?"

"Prob'ly not, but I'm gonna tell ya anyway." Yondu said, his hands on his hips. "Ya remember when ya pissed in the hallway?"

Your face turned scarlet. "What?! Please tell me you're joking."

"Nope. Ya ripped yer drawers down and popped a squat right in the corridor."

You covered your burning face with your hands. That. That was what could be worse than throwing up on your captain- literally pissing on his floor in front of him. This was so humiliating, and it only got worse once you realized you probably did it in front of the rest of the crew too. You lowered your hands and asked, "Oh god. How many people saw??"

Yondu wanted to scare you a bit and tell you that you did it in front of the whole crew, but he saw tears start to form in your eyes and just couldn't bring himself to do it. "Lucky fer you, no one but me. Ya did it when I was dragging yer ass to your quarters to sleep it off. Ya didn't get sick on me til after that."

Oddly enough, that didn't make you feel much better. You tried to wipe the tears from your eyes. "God, I'm never drinking again."

Yondu scoffed with a laugh. "Yeah, I've heard that one before. Ain't no one who's ever said that follows through though," he chuckled. He expected you to laugh too, but he made a grimace when he saw how miserable you looked. "Aw, come here." he said, pulling you into a hug. "Look, everyone's done embarrassin' shit when they're drunk. It's just part of life. It ain't the end of the world."

You sniffed. "Even you?"

Yondu rolled his eyes and begrudgingly answered. "Ya brat. Even me." He could tell you wanted to ask, but he moved the conversation along, moving to hold you out at arm's length. "Better?"

You sheepishly nod and say, "I guess..."

"Good. Ya can be off then."

You looked at him in confusion. "You mean I'm not in trouble?"

Yondu laughed. "Well, from the look on your face, I thought the humiliation was punishment enough, but since ya asked I guess I can assign ya extra kitchen duties this week. Ya can fill in tonight through Thursday for Gef."

You grimaced but accepted your fate. "Yes, sir," you say before turning to leave his quarters.

Yondu chuckled and shook his head after you closed the door behind you, flipping off some of the unnecessary lights. There may be some hiccups now and then, but his not-so-little girl wasn't turning out too bad.

And even though he knew you'd deny it sober, he was proud you called him dad.

But he'd be damned if he let you drink with Peter again.

[woozisnoots]

svt in college! | alex edition

° pairing: ot13 x reader ° genre: fluff(?), what my stream of consciousness finds funny, college!au ° word count: 1034 ° warning: slightttt violence ° a/n: i know i have requests to write >< but i really needed to write smth fun :( act as a shot of of serotonin into my veins ahahaha [insert fratboy emoji] disclaimer tho - this was ENTIRELY SELF INDULGENT and very very catered to me which is why vernon’s is unnecessarily long SO IM SORRY !!! i still hope you guys think its fun :D

° masterlist! 

seungcheol: a business major, minoring in international relations. has the slightest crush on you but suppresses it pretty well without you realizing because he knows you like someone else. he likes to take you on what he calls bestie dates to a nearby arcade or places to eat when you’re stressed.

jeonghan: a psych major, minoring in communications, whom you oddly spend a lot of time with because he asks for homework help every other day when you’ve only taken 1-2 psych classes in your entire life :P but he’s a good listener and subs in as therapist on the weekdays so you let him stick around. 

joshua: an english major. doesn’t know why and slightly regrets it but if it means he can keep the tinie bookshelf he has in his doom to make it look like he’s smart, then that’s motivation to keep him going. you tolerate him because you guys randomly go on trips at 2am and buys you food :D

jun: a childhood education major. the friend of a friend of a friend of someone’s cousin that happen to be your friend and so you see him at parties sometimes :) actually really fun to be around when you’re not too much into the party scene and play hopscotch or bean bag toss outside the persons’ backyard. 

soonyoung: the loud dance team captain that won’t give you 5 minutes of quiet time waiting for your chem professor to open the door to the lab room because he has his speakers on at max volume dancing to kelly clarkson,,,, he’s pretty chill otherwise, he’s in my math class. claims hes the eye of the tiger when he comes to class in leopard print

wonwoo: premed that’s somehow taking enough classes to graduate with a literature minor. he and cheol talk a lot because they’re in the same broadcasting club or something of the sort. you guys acknowledge each other’s presence and share a moment of tea together sometimes with cheol.

jihoon: double majoring in music composition and theory. says he absolutely hates it because he thinks the work he does is completely pointless. but then goes on to write you like 27484737 love songs within a week for a single assignment. denies to other people that you’re his best friend and that he hates your guts but you’re the only one allowed in his private studio on school days and can fiddle with his equipment sometimes :3

minghao: an art major minoring in history. eventually wants to be a gallery director so he can hold his own. you make him drag you everyone for his work when you’re bored or have free time bc he takes pictures for the school newspaper/website. you guys strike a negotiation that you drive and he buys snacks. 

mingyu: you only know him for playing in your uni’s (american) football team. his tall ass is like linebacker or some shit you don’t even know his major. you had to take a kickboxing class for PE credit and you swept him to the ground and put him a choke hold. you never let him live that down everrr. you also steal his lunch money from his bag when he’s at practice.

seokmin: a musical theatre major, minoring in music composition. you guys met through jihoon. you were absolutely FLOORED when you heard him sing as the lead for the school’s spring musical. it is now tradition that you guys get crepes after every show and make jihoon pay B) he hangs out with you and jihoon a lot and randomly make music together. and ahahaha people think jihoon and seokmin are fighting over you!! >:( that’s absolutely preposterous, seokmin is too good of a soul (you say this as you help him kneed dough for the pizza you guys are making together)

seungkwan: an education major, minoring in music because he wants to teach music to little kiddos ^-^ THE BESTEST OF THE BESTIES!!! like if you’re not hanging out with jihoon/seokmin or cheol, you crash at seungkwan’s apartment and raids his kitchen when you run out of groceries ;D he keeps making fun of you for your car until you remind him that he can’t drive. on the weekends, you guys love to bake muffin, cookie, or cake recipes to prep for the daycare on mondays :3

vernon: okay actually, he doesn’t go to college SHDJSJSHS you met him on the side of the road once when you decided to walk instead of using your car (silly you!) and you saw vernon doing some cool graffiti art (IT WASN’T VANDALISM!!!). which was a total coincidence because at that point, you were ready to take a bus and wait right at the bus stop where he set up. since it was a long wait, you guys talked and he kept you company. you learn that this is actually a big project he’s been working on and is finally getting paid big bucks for something he really likes doing. you learn that he’s a great conversationalist and you miss the bus first bus ride home and have to wait another hour or so whoops! this becomes more and more of a daily thing, slowly getting to know each other. fast forward months later and it’s your birthday :D and you don’t expect anything at all because how would he know, you don’t really like your birthday anyways UNTIL vernon surprises you with a spray paint drawing of your favorite animal! and then asks you out on a date and you guys fall deeply in love

chan: a linguistics major. yeah, he doesn’t know why either, he’s just rolling with it. says he’s liking it so far, but no one really knows if he’s lying or not, including yourself. you drag chan to college events like club fairs and rallies because you’re too embarrassed to go alone and no one else wants to go LOL he begs you to drive him places during your three day weekends because he always wants to go off campus and do stuff with you and the guy pals, but he doesn’t like the freeway :/ its fine though because he pays for gas. 

[philograce]

Just right

Paring: modern! Eren x reader

Warnings: angsty, resolution in the end, shouldn’t cry:,)

Summary: You and Eren were simply friends but new emotions cause him to build walls around his heart until you finally break them down.

Notes:: I don’t really like this one but I never post anything angsty so:3 anyway if any of you 23 babes wanna submit something go ahead!! I don’t think I really have to set smthn up but lemme know if I do.

Words: 1.8k

Proofread: NOOO well KINDA

It was frustrating. Stupidly annoying and dumb how much Eren could make you feel guilty without every saying it out loud. How your dumb attractive roommate could leave you flustered yet so utterly angry. The past six months it had been this way, simple glares and small actions he would do leaving you confused, yet Eren had his subtle ways to remind you of the strong bond between you two.

When you first met him around 5 years ago, both freshmen meeting each other through your mutual friend Sasha and the two of you instantly connecting, and both of you finding out that you were both looking for a place to live. So, naturally it made sense after a couple months of getting to know each other, that you would move in with one another.

Easily melding together, situating both of your schedules finding out that they were perfectly aligned, Eren was even a good cooker and you great cleaner. It was the perfect solution for the both of you. The other positive was growing closer to him and he growing closer to you.

That's why it confused you with this sudden silent treatment you were receiving from Eren. For the past couple months he seemed off, always too busy to be hanging out with you, never really talking to you unless other friends were around. If it wasn't for the strong emotions you felt with him you would've let it slide, but there were those unspoken new emotions and underlying feelings.

They seemed to start randomly and suddenly, little moments with him leaving your cheeks flustered and your heart beating, the tension seemingly thick between you two leaving the room feeling stuffed and overcrowded. You felt yourself caring for Eren more than a friend would, growing to like his presence with you at all times, and missing him when he left.

It was all simple signs of a growing crush, a innocent yet powerful crush that seemed to prevail. That's why it obviously hurt when Eren seemed to take a sudden dislike towards you. But you were scared and your insecurities got the best of you whenever you tried to confront him about it. You just left it, left the flame between you two to slowly fizzle out. Before all this you used to think Eren might like you back, everything he did showed signs he might, but now your brain kept telling you that was just how he was as a friend.

Now sitting in the kitchen, eyes strained from how long you were staring at the screen, trying to write an essay but your mind was constantly filled with him. Then the door jiggled and he walked in, keys hitting the ceramic bowl as he threw them in, his feet shuffling fully inside, arms moving to take his jacket off. You kept your eyes trained on your screen, not daring to look at him afraid of the glare he might be giving you.

"You're still up? You should head to bed." His voice deepening as it resonated throughout the small kitchen, flickering a single gaze up to his figure you noticed how disheveled he looked. His long dark hair lazily slicked back, eyes drooped and blown out, knuckles drawn with purple bruises and dried blood. It pissed you off, the state he was in and the sudden "caring" words he sent your way left your blood boiling.

Eyebrows furrowing together, you quickly shut your laptop moving out of the kitchen and away from him, at least that's what you tried to do before a hand grabbed your wrist yanking you back. "Don't walk away from me." His commanded, a sort of desperation laced behind the seemingly angry words.

You turned back, staring him right into his eyes noticing the confusion laced within, it seemed that every pint up rage and light night cries flowed out of you. "Do you hate me?" You didn't want it to go this way or ask him that question even, part of you wishes you just kept your mouth shut, but the look of complete anger covering his face only fueled your desire to know the answer.

In reality it seems like a simple question between two close friends, one that would usually be answered with an equally simple statement. But, this was different the sudden collapsing of a bond had been destroyed by the both you, leaving you both alone and bitter. It was also different because Eren was frightened and so angry and all kinds of confused. But most of all, he felt so alone even with you a couple feet away from him.

Eren knew this familiar feeling settling in his bones, the kind where he knew no one really cared that he was always going to be some wicked monster, always hurting the ones he loved the most. But he never wanted to include you in that pile, the pain stricken look on you face sent waves of emotions crashing down into his heart. He hated how you made him feel so much, so used to the numbness that would often consume him.

When he first met you, the first thing he noticed about you was how expressive your eyes were. How they seemed to tell your whole story, but he wasn't expecting you to be able to read him so well either. Used to putting on a pretend face and laid back attitude for the strangers around him, but growing closer to you that wall he built up was broken slowly and slowly down by your gentle loving words and touches. He loved it as much as he hated it, something new and exciting was building up in him but as soon as he noticed his feelings growing more and more attached to you, he brought them down and tried to bury them deep inside. He couldn't hurt the one he grew to love so dearly.

So when the tears filled your lash line, Eren felt his whole crashing down around him, he never wanted to cause you pain. He was just scared and felt alone before, you were this breath of fresh air for him letting him see above the high walls he surrounded himself with.

"I don't hate you." There is no need to hold his words back, but a part of him hesitated not because he was denying his hate for you but it was the complete opposite of that.  There was a part of him that was scared of what you did to him, he wanted to protect and the only way he knew how was by blocking you out of his life.

He catches the flicker of sparks behind you eyes, he tries to figure out exactly what they were trying to say. Did you believe him? Do you hate him? He pleaded with you in his head to forgive him, forgive him for causing you pain and ignoring you for so so so long.

"Then why are you acting like it?" You sneer, trying to get some sort of reaction out of him, you used to be able to so easily read his face and emotions but right now all his eyes seemed tried and dull. You were so confused, why had he been acting like he hated your very presence but now refused to now tell you the real truth. You were angry, and just wanted to break down right then the tears already threating to spill. Pleading inside your head for him to truly not hate you, but how could he not?

"I'm sorry." His voice was nothing lower than a whisper, barely falling faint to your ears but it still sent aches to your heart. For the first time in months you saw a shimmer behind his beautiful green eyes, the same look he would get when he felt extremely guilty and would continuously apologize to you. The small flicker of emotion was what sent you finally over the edge.

Salty warm tears fell down your face, you tried to stop them embarrassed that you were this emotional, but a single gentle thumb came to brush them off your cheek. His warm fingers caressing your face gracefully as he stared down at you, his warm touch leaving goosebumps to spread across your body. His eyes laced with concern but most importantly a lingering fear, a fear that he hurt you but an even greater fear you hated him.

"I'm sorry.....m'sorry..... m'sorry.... I'm-", his tall figure slumped forward forehead crashing against your shoulder as he rambled out a repeated apology. You stood there, arms slumped to your side as your brain raked around trying to understand the situation.

But, when Eren's hands leave your face and carefully made there way down wrapping themselves around your waist pulling you in, you suddenly feel the wet patch growing on the shoulder Eren's face was nuzzled into.

He felt your gentle fingers cautiously wrap around his neck, pulling him closer into you, the both of you realizing how much you missed each other's touch. You wanted to comfort Eren, but with your own tears continuing to swell up, words wouldn't dare to come out of your throat.

Now that Eren had you in his arms again, he felt foolish and so embarrassed with how he acted the past six months, more tears falling out of his eyes while he desperately tried to keep you close to him like you might run off. You had broken through the barriers he set up thinking it was for his own protection, it scared him that you would see his true self, the true self that he hated and was afraid you might hate. You were just happy to finally have Eren back into your arms, the love you felt for him never fading only building as you two sobbed into each others arms.

So, standing in the dimly lit kitchen with arms wrapped around each other, both desperate to feel the other skin again, it seemed that Eren could finally stop pushing you away and let you in. It would take a long time. It would take a lot of work and tears, but the payoff would be so worth seeing the genuine happy smile you'd seen so few times on him before.

A long hard conversation awaited the two of you, but for right then all that mattered was that both of your silly fears were crushed, the hate you two thought the other felt was gone and replaced with the warm flow of physical touch. Even if it was never spoken, you both knew that you loved each other and that's all that mattered.

[nameless-shrimp]

— far away.

Satoru Gojo maintains a strong and silly connection with you while he's far away.

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x F!Reader

Type: Headcanons

Warnings: Swearing. Gojo Satoru is a little shit.

Shrimp Notes: Just 'cause I love him. Also, this is pretty bad. It's 2am here.

Regardless of where he was, he'd send you text messages and funny photos of his trips despite both of you in completely different time zones. Sometimes you groan in frustration when you wake up to the phone light going off and it's your lover sending you photos of a bunch of souvenirs that he bought. Idiot, as if he wasn't cluttering so much of his traveling possessions in the bedroom already, though you'd always have a smile on your face.

Whenever he'd finish a meeting or is done for the day, even if it was nighttime there and you were at work/school in the morning, he'd shoot you a call. (Sometimes, your phone rang out loud in the middle of your shift/lecture, and you'd huff at him for calling you at the most inappropriate times, but you couldn't blame him since he wouldn't have known since you were far away).

(Truth is, he kind of memorized your schedule. He can only imagine your angry and embarrassed face every time he knew you would forget to turn your ringer off sometimes).

He'd take you 'out' to dates, so while you were at home, just finishing a cup of your favorite drink in the morning after you had just woken up, he'd video call you on his phone and he's out eating sushi, steak, or some expensive food. Funnily enough, he'd order two meals, leaving one for you; although you couldn't eat it, of course, he'd still order extra food for you to fill in the empty void.

You swore he was an idiot, plenty of times, you were convinced that he had to be born an idiot whenever he'd send photos of his students acting obnoxious and the times he'd tease them to no end. This was a grown man and he was wearing his female students' clothes and then putting ice down the boys' sleeves as if he was in middle school or something. (At least his students could understand the torture you go through. Nonetheless, you loved it).

He'd fall asleep with you on the call while you watched videos or did your own thing as he babbled on about specific curses and how his day was. After you shared and talked about your day, he always went on about how he missed you and that he loved you unconditionally.

He'd send you money randomly. Your phone will ding and you'd realize that the man sent you way more than you expected for lunch. Sometimes, this led to you freaking out about how much he was spoiling you. ("Don't act like you don't love it, honey," he'd smirk on the other end of the line, and you couldn't argue back because he was damn right. You loved being spoiled by this fool.)

During your tough days, he'd send you text messages and photos of him posing next to a dead curse. However, since you couldn't see it, you basically saw nothing next to him. He knew that this made you laugh since he looked silly and stupid. Usually, at the end of his day, he'd ask for you to vent to him about what's going on and he was there to reassure you.

"I'll be home soon, baby," Satoru would always remind you that he was coming home to you no matter what and whenever you'd have moments where you missed him a lot, he'd order food to have it delivered to your shared home or have one of his friends, such as Nanami, come and take you out for some coffee to keep you company.

Megumi was the closest student you were with, though both of you never really talked much unless it was how his training was going or that Gojo-sensei was being obnoxious. Most of the time, he's texting you that he's going crazy whenever Satoru was being himself. ('Please save me', was the majority of Megumi's texts, and he'd send a video of Satoru poking his cheek).

Satoru made sure to buy you a new dress/shirt or some candies whenever he's far away. He always thought of you and wondered how you put up with a silly man like him. (You thought the same, though). However, when he looks at the messages you'd send him of you telling him that you loved him and that you were thinking of him, his heart would flutter and then remember that you were his and he was yours; though he was far and insanely stupid in his own childish ways, it was to make you and others laugh, and he kept always kept you in mind.

When Satoru finally came home, he'd greet you with a lot of affection, and all of your plans for the day would have to be paused since you missed him so greatly. The scent of his cologne, his alluring eyes, and the smile that grew on his lips every time he glanced at you; you missed it all, and you wouldn't trade him for the world.

"I'm home," he'd always say. "I know I am because you are my home."

Sometimes, you don't know whether to smack, laugh, or cry at his usual comment. You still loved it though. Hell, you loved him. And you knew how much of a fool he was, but you could never let him go.

[gaegalsyd]

See Through Me

Pairing: KamilahxMC

Summary: basically it's chaotic Lily, with lovesick Kamilah, then clueless Amy

Note: Set between BB1 and BB2.... and I did say that I would write after I'm settled with my classes but this was in my drafts so I just finished it. (just another way of saying I'm still not settle with my classes)

It has been a few weeks after the events with Vega in the cabin of Adrian upstate, despite that, Kamilah is still feeling some darkness waiting to emerge and cause havoc to the peace that they have. Kamilah is in her private elevator towards her office in Ahmanet financial to check some files before meeting with Lily to continue with their training. Lily may have moved in the shadow den and is also training with the vampires there, but the two of them continued their training in the studio in the office building of Kamilah. She may have grown a little fond of the fool but of course there are no hesitance in making sure that Lily becomes a strong vampire and she have made it her responsibility to look over her protégé.

And when she came out of the elevator, she sensed someone in her office, and the fact that it’s already late at night and all of her assistants and employees have already left the building she immediately withdrew her daggers to kill anyone whoever came into her office. Being as old as she is, she learned long ago that she should be ready with anything that can happen, which means she never go anywhere without her deadly jeweled dagger. When she got closer to the door with her fighting stance, she realized that it’s a vampire who is in her office but after hearing some weird noises-which is apparently a laugh- she knew that it’s Lily.

“What the hell are you doing in my office when you are supposed to be in the training studio?” she questioned with her daggers still on her hands.

Lily simply snorted without removing her eyes on her computer “Dude, the security of your computer is so shitty that a baby can get in here any moment.”

The older vampire knew that there’s no point talking to Lily when she’s transfixed in a computer. So, she just kept her blades and crossed her arms. “I assume you already modified some of the security settings” she said in an unimpressed tone.

“you’re welcome” after she finally looked at her and then the fool stood up and gave her a dramatic bow. But Lily immediately realized that she is not happy.

It’s not that she is not grateful with what Lily did but she is still in the process of trusting other people than Adrian. And after thousands of years of experiencing betrayal from different people, it’s just hard for her to just open up. Yes, she has gotten closer and got herself to trust the mortal best friend of Lily, Amy but that’s different for her. And she now considers Lily and Jax her friends though she would not say that out loud, that does not excuse what Lily did going through her computer.

“shit shit, I’m sorry Kamilah” Lily pleaded her “I swear I came here early and you were not in your office and when I sat in your chair, I saw the software and I…” the younger slumped and must have really felt sorry for her actions.

The older vampire just sighed and started walking to the door but before she opened it, she looked back to Lily “I’m expecting you to be in the studio in 5 minutes” she said with a devilish smirk on her face.

“damn, I’m getting my ass kicked so bad”

Once both of them are in their training outfit, they did separate warmups before having a hand to hand combat. Kamilah is not the kind of teacher that the students will love, instead she is strict but patient when it comes to training her proteges.

“You know, I’m actually torn if you should be master Shifu or Tigress” Lily said before they have their fighting stance. “I asked my gal Amy about that earlier and she said you’re definitely Tigress” Lily continued.

Kamilah did not know and did not care in whatever Lily was talking about but when she heard the name of her mortal, her interest has been piqued, however it was covered by her stoic façade. “I don’t know what that is, and your right leg is positioned wrong”

Lily did not respond or make any more comments throughout the training. And Kamilah felt a relief without those silly comments that the young vampire always has, perhaps she still feels guilty about what happened in her office. At the end of their training, Lily was lying on the floor with her arms and legs spread out and her eyes wide open.

“What the hell happened to you?” Kamilah asked but in her mind, she thought that younger vampires are so bloody dramatic. “you kicked me to a wall so many times I lost track, and I can’t even complain because this is like your revenge” Lily replied while trying to sit “and my girl is right you definitely are Tigress” she added. Kamilah would not have cared why she is being told to be like a female tiger though she remembered that Lily mentioned something about her mortal saying she is a tigress, she cannot bring herself to ask Lily about the thoughts of Amy.

To say that she wishes to know the thoughts of the mortal is an understatement, there are many questions in her mind about Amy. Does she think of the old vampire as often as she thinks of her? does she also feel like the world around them vanishes when it’s just the two of them in a room? does she know that the thought of her brings Kamilah to peace and comfort?

“Will you kill me if I ask if we can take a selfie together?” Lily asked while gathering her things.

“A what?” Kamilah knows that languages are dynamic but this woman with her is a chaotic dumbass that sometimes she wonders if she is just making up words.

“A picture together, Imma send it to Amy later” Lily said nonchalantly while taking out her phone.

She just huffed and nodded but if it was somebody else that asked her, she would’ve stabbed them already. She simply isn’t interested in taking pictures but the back of her mind tells her that she’s doing it because she wishes that her Amy would see her even in just a picture. Kamilah may not admit it but she knows that after a few weeks of knowing and spending time with Amy, she’s already acting like a lovesick fool as if her day will not be complete without the girl being a part of it. Even as small as hearing her name, seeing her across the conference table, smelling her scent, and feeling her presence is enough to make lighten up her mood.

Lily moved closer to her and took the goddamn picture. “alright and sent!” Lily said in a very enthusiastic way. “Why are you so energetic” Kamilah sighed and she really did not know how Lily gets this energy. “I think I am energetic too especially for someone who got her ass kicked a lot of times” the young vampire murmured while preparing to go out of the building “Adios Sayeed! Fuck you very much for the body pain” Lily as she walked away and the fool had the audacity to raise her middle finger at her and then running away like a scared child after she glared at her.

She made her way to her private suite within the building to freshen up as she plans to visit her mortal. Even though she is certain that Amy is not yet sleeping- she may have memorized the schedule of the girl- she sent her a message, to inform the young woman of her visit.

“The company is very welcome” Amy replied with an “emoji” that she still refuses to use and a series of hearts.

On the way to the young mortal’s apartment, the mind of the vampire was just around how she misses her and how she wants to hold her forever. Love, crossed her mind many times whenever these kinds of thoughts invade her mind and infect her heart. And her mind says that she is not yet ready for such attachments, but her heart says otherwise, the stupid thing on her chest just knows that Amy is the one that she has been unconsciously looking for. Like being blind for two thousand years and finally seeing such beautiful colors for the first time, all this time she was blindly looking for something and when her heart found it, her too smart brain just won’t allow it.

And when she reached and entered the apartment, warmth filled her body and her eyes felt moist as if tears are ready to come down her face, that will go through her lips as it formed an endearing smile reserved for the woman smiling back at her. Amy stood up to welcome her with a light embrace and she knew, she’s home, and that her mind has surrendered to her heart completely and irrevocably.

“Sorry for the late visit” she said sheepishly while sitting down in the living room which was quickly responded by Amy with a smile “I did say that the company is welcome” that eased her, something about this woman just comforts her. “How’s training with Lil?” the girl asked while taking her right arm to loop it around her body. She recalled and told her the events that happened a few hours ago that made the girl in her arms giggle.

“She did send me the selfie” Amy said.

So, it really was a word and not a thing that Lily just randomly came up with she thought “I’m certain I don’t need to ask to know if I look presentable in the picture” She said too confidently when the truth is, she just wants to hear the girl say something about her. Apparently falling in love is making her greedy of attention.

“Why does that sound like you just want me to say that you are absolutely gorgeous especially when it’s after being a badass” the young girl said while laughing which made the older woman raise her brows, then she added “but kidding aside, you always look amazing”

Kamilah hid the giddiness she felt on her body by kissing the crown of the younger woman’s head “I suppose that’s just how it is” which made Amy laugh again who stood up and took her hand then lead her to the room “You need sleep, you’re getting way ahead of yourself” and now it’s the vampire’s turn to laugh but she just followed her to the room where they settled. This was not the first time that she will be sleeping over so she already knew which clothes she can borrow and which side she would sleep in. Moments like this are treasured for Kamilah because they are able to build a foundation for their relationship, or whatever this is, with connection and not just sex. She loves the part where they act on their desires and lusts, but the nights where they just lay in bed and talk are something she really adore. To understand and be understood is something her soul has been longing for.

And as they lay together, holding each other close, she thought of all the times where she fell in love to someone, and how it was all nothing compared to what she is feeling for the woman beside her. “Thank you” Kamilah whispered randomly, which Amy still responded sleepily to “you’re welcome to stay here any time”

Little did the mortal know that she is so grateful for her bringing light to the ancient vampire’s life, for looking at her and not seeing a monster, for letting her experience all the best feelings she never thought she would feel, and for making her try to be a person worthy of her love.

It has only been weeks, and she is already in too deep.

Only been weeks, and she already swear to protect Amy with her life.

She’s been existing for two thousand years, but it has only been weeks since she has truly lived.