#I need to quickly reblog this here because I now realize I haven't

[ravixen]

hi hope ur doing well! i wanted to ask if you could write a reaction of when the boys forget about a date and leave you waiting for a while for them? i'd like the members to be joshua, mingyu, seungkwan, vernon, and dino if possible! thank u sm in advance!

svt + forgetting your date

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JOSHUA: you know that this guy never checks his messages, so whenever you need him for emergencies, you always call instead. that's why, when your signal is only strong enough for a flurry of texts, he doesn't see them until an hour later. your last message reads i'll just go home. confused, he scrolls up to find a bunch of emojis and ? are you standing me up lol and ...are you seriously standing me up, and it takes a second before he finally realizes what today is. fuck. fuck. he's the one who scheduled this date, going on a spiel about how you haven't seen each other in a while, so you went out of your way to free up your schedule. and now he looks like a grade-a asshole for forgetting. scratch that, he is a grade-a asshole. he makes a few stops around town to pick up your favorite things for a night in before going to your place. it won't make up for the missed date, that much is obvious from your unimpressed stare as you open the door, but he's going to try his best to earn your forgiveness. in fact, as soon as he sees you, he gets on his knees on your steps with a dramatic declaration of, "love, i'm so, so sorry," and you have to drag him to his feet, saying that he's embarrassing you in front of your neighbors. but hey, at least you cracked a smile.

MINGYU: when seungcheol asks if he wants to continue their biking excursion to hit up a cool restaurant, mingyu says yes, even though he feels like he should have declined for some reason. that feeling continues tickling the back of his mind, up until they pay for the meal and cheol asks if they should get dessert. that's when you text him, informing your boyfriend that there's about ten minutes of trailers if he's running late, and his heart drops. he completely forgot about your movie date today. he tells you to go in first. i'll be there later, he types, i have my ticket on my phone. then he tells seungcheol what happened, and seungcheol asks how the hell he'll make it in time when they still have to bike back to their car. spoiler alert: he doesn't. by the time he makes it to the theater and pathetically slinks into his seat next to you, the movie is already in its final arc, and you're aggressively eating your snacks, ignoring his presence. he trails after you once the movie ends, waiting for your verdict and hoping that you'll take pity on his bedraggled state. you pause by your car and sigh. "well, c'mon," you say, opening the trunk for his bike rack. "i'm not so angry that i'll make you cycle all the way home." he decides during that tense car ride that he'll make the best dinner of his life tonight.

SEUNGKWAN: it's late, and you're still not home. after a while of worrying by himself, he calls and asks where you are. he almost thinks that the call dropped because you're silent for a full minute before asking him, incredulously, if he's serious. of course he's serious. he just finished an episode of a new drama, and he never makes it through one. "i've been waiting at the restaurant for the past twenty minutes," you say slowly. "and you're chilling in the living room?" no way. isn't that tomorrow? he flicks open his calendar and gasps when he realizes his mistake. "wait there for a bit, okay? i'm on my way," he says, scrambling to his feet, but you quickly stop him with a scoff. "you still need to get dressed and then get all the way here. they can't wait that long. i'll just leave." he feels awful. he slaps himself on the cheeks to get sense back into him. seungkwan, he scolds himself mentally. how could you do this? how could he forget this date? and it's not like you didn't try to reach him—he sees all the texts and phone calls now, blocked by the do not disturb that he forgot to turn off. "will they let you in by yourself? why don't you eat whatever you want and charge it to my card, hm? i'm so sorry."

VERNON: he doesn't know what he did wrong, but apparently he did something because you just went radio silent yesterday afternoon, even though you're still posting on your story. when he wakes up in the morning, he sees that even his good night texts are ignored. he sends you a good morning text anyway and asks how you slept, asks what your plans are for the day. by the time he gets to work, there's still no reply. "hey!" seungkwan yells out, rushing to his side. vernon automatically reaches for the coffee that he knows is around somewhere—seungkwan is nothing but predictable—and hums when he finds it. "so what'd you end up getting y/n yesterday? i thought you'd ask me for gift ideas, but since you were so secretive this year, i figured it was big." vernon blinks at him. "what was yesterday?" seungkwan blinks back. "you're kidding...their birthday dinner? you wanted to celebrate a week early? hello?" he snatches back his coffee. "you're the one who insisted on it. did you forget?" seungkwan's withering look bounces off the absolute dread that vernon feels. no wonder you were ignoring him. he pushes past seungkwan, already pulling out his phone. "i need to make a call really quick. can you tell the others i'll be late?"

CHAN: this is the lamest excuse in the book, but his phone died, and while he could've borrowed a charger...what was the point? if there was an emergency, people knew to call the other members. that's why he doesn't bother plugging it in until after practice, and when it finally charges up, the belated alert for your date appears, and he swears loud enough for the others to send him a look. "sorry!" he says, throwing all of his things into his bag. "you guys eat without me. i have somewhere to be!" he flies down the stairs and books it out of the building. something about his expression makes everyone jump out of his way, wondering what the heck has him so harried. somehow, he makes it to the place in record time and scans the crowd for your face, lighting up when he sees you under an awning. then his smile falls when he sees your expression. he feels so, so bad for leaving you waiting out here. he shrugs off his jacket and puts it around your shoulders, ignoring the fact that you don't look happy to see him. "why don't we get something warm to drink?" he murmurs, clasping your cold hands. at least he didn't miss the main event—if he missed that, he doesn't know if you'll forgive him.

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Linger On- Chapter 4

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Summary: 10 years ago Joel Miller broke your heart. You spent the next decade trying to forget him and making a new life for yourself in Chicago. When your father gets sick, you move back to Austin to care for him, husband and son in tow. You find your life once again entangled with Joel's.

Word Count: 2.5k

Rating: E

Warnings: angst and pining mostly, mentions of and allusions to sex

Immersability: reader is able-bodied. can have/has had a child.

Author’s Notes: this chapter was kind of hard to write and I’m not super confident in it. Sorry if it doesn’t flow like the rest of the story.

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Summer 1999

You dream of Joel that night. Joel and Tommy and the summer of 1989. You wake with an ache in your chest and sorrow in your soul. What would your life look like now if it hadn't been derailed? Would Jamie have brown hair and eyes instead being the blonde, blue eyed angel he is? 

You push the thoughts from your mind and rise from your bed. You have too much to accomplish today to waste time dealing in what ifs. Jamie is still sleeping so you decide to take advantage of the quiet to get some unpacking done. 

Tommy shows up while you are unpacking the first box in the kitchen. He knocks on the door and greets you a smile. "Mornin' Sweets. Just wanted to let ya know the crew will be here in about 10 minutes and we're gonna go 'head and get started."

"Thanks Tommy. Do you want to come in for some coffee?"

"Thanks but not today. I gotta keep an eye on these knuckleheads or they won't get shit done." He replies with a chuckle. 

"Alright, well just let me know if you need anything." 

"Sure thing, Sweets." He tosses you a wink before walking back to his truck to unload his tools. 

You manage to get through three more boxes before Jamie comes downstairs asking for breakfast. He's halfway through his cereal before you realize that you still haven't heard from Steve. It's odd because he usually always calls when he's out of town for work. You grab the cordless phone and dial his cell number. It goes straight to voice-mail. When you lived in Chicago he would always leave the number to the hotel he was staying at and his room number on the fridge but he left so quickly after you arrived he hadn't done so this time. Maybe he left it in his office, you think. You walk upstairs and are surprised to find the door to his office locked. 

Frustrated, you try to remember the name of the hotel but come up blank. Jamie finishes his breakfast and you put the dishes in the sink. You go through the rest of your morning routine distracted with worry. You have no way of knowing if Steve even made it to San Antonio. It was only an hour drive but anything could happen in an hour. 

How could you have been so wrapped up in yourself and your past that you hadn't even noticed? You really are a terrible wife. You decide to give it a few more hours before you really become concerned. 

You spend the rest of the morning unpacking the essentials and decide to call it a day at lunch time. You promised your mom you would stop by today. You let Tommy know you will be gone for a few hours and start down the driveway. Your parents house is only about seven minutes away on foot so you and Jamie begin the short walk. 

You're already working up a sweat by the time you arrive at your parents' house. July in Texas is no joke. Your mom greets you both with a hug and steers you to the table where she has lunch waiting. After you eat you feed your father his lunch and do some chores for your mother. Jamie occupies himself by climbing up into the hospital bed your father now sleeps in. He curls up with his grandfather and talks nonstop. About everything and nothing, the way little kids do. Doesn't matter that he has no idea what Jamie is going on about, he is enraptured by his grandson. 

The sight warms your heart. You can only hope that this time together will be enough to make up for the years they had missed. Your parents have assured you that they hold no grudges against you. They understand why you left and why it was so hard for you to return for visits. Like any parents, they would do anything to shield their child from suffering. But you came home when you were really needed and that tells them all they need. 

Your father falls asleep with Jamie on his chest and your mother is watching her stories so you and Jamie leave earlier than planned. He didn't have a nap today so he'll probably be getting grouchy soon. 

You walk home in the other direction so that Jamie can get an idea of what the walk to school will be like. Jamie chatters away as you walk past the school and turn onto your street. He only stops talking when you freeze. The sight of the familiar pickup at your curb causing a chill to wash over you. You'd know that truck anywhere. It was the same one Joel had been driving since before you met him. The truck you and Joel used to lie in the bed together in. Way out in the country with a blanket thrown down to look up at the stars. 

Why is he here? You wonder. Jamie looks up at you. "You okay Mama?" He asked, confusion in his eyes. You smile down at your son. "Of course I am, baby. Let's go inside." You hope that you can sneak in the side door without seeing Joel. 

The Miller brothers and their crew all seem occupied with their work, so you take the opportunity to walk across the lawn. Of course Tommy catches sight of you and yells out. "Hey Sweets!" You turn your head just in time to catch Joel whip his head around. His gaze catches yours briefly before he looks down at Jamie. A pained expression crosses his face for a moment. It's gone as quickly as it appeared and you almost aren't sure it even happened. 

"Sweets." Joel says while nodding toward you. The way his voice cracks leads you to believe the look you just saw was indeed real. His eyes hold yours this time. Boring deep inside to a place only he knew. Your cheeks flush and you attempt to look away but you can't keep your eyes off of him for very long. It had been so long since you really looked at him. He was still the most beautiful man you'd ever seen. Not that he had ever believed you about that. 

The four of you just stood around awkwardly for a moment. A moment too long you suppose. Jamie finally broke the tension by asking Tommy "Why do you call my mama Sweets?" All three of you laugh at that and Joel opens his mouth to answer.

Thankfully, Tommy cuts him off. "It's 'cause she used to eat so much candy it's a wonder she has any teeth left at all." 

"But she never lets me eat candy!" Your son exclaims. That pulls another laugh from all the grown ups. Then he catches you all off guard by asking Tommy to show him his tools. Tommy looks at you and you give him a nod.

"C'mon squirt. Let's go see what we got." Jamie slides his tiny hand into Tommy's and runs off squealing in delight. 

Leaving you and Joel alone. He toes the ground with his boot, suddenly finding your lawn very interesting. Odd, he's the one who can't meet your gaze now. You clear your throat and start to follow Tommy and Jamie but you stop when Joel speaks. 

"Sweets…could we…could we just have a moment?" He asks, still not meeting your eyes. 

"What do you want Joel?" You are unable to make your words bite like you want them to. You wrap your arms across your torso, suddenly feeling very exposed. Nobody else knows you the way Joel does. Even now, you can tell by his expressions that he can still read you like his favorite book. 

He wants to touch you. To kiss you while his hand fists in your hair. To feel the inside of your thighs on his tongue. To hear those sweet sounds he knows you can make right next to his ear. To fall asleep with you wrapped in his arms. But he can't tell you any of that while standing in your front yard three feet away from your son and his brother. 

"I just want to talk, please." You can hear the desperation in his voice. He's just as miserable as you are. Being this close but still not close enough is tearing him up. He knows it's having the same effect on you. You've curled your arms tightly around yourself and your breathing quick, shallow breaths. 

"We don't have anything to talk about. It's been ten years. You're married with a kid and so am I. Anything we had to talk about died a long time ago." You blink back the tears that are quickly forming in your eyes. Why is he doing this to you? To himself? What can be gained by dragging all this back up? Not that it needs to be dragged. It's been there all this time, quietly simmering beneath the surface. And here he is, devastatingly handsome, looking at you like you hung the moon and all the stars, threatening to boil it all over.  

"It was never supposed to be like this. Any of it. You aren't supposed to be married to him. I'm not supposed to be married to anyone who isn't you. I fucked it all up and I have to live with that. But I just can't live with being so close to you and have you act like we never happened." He's not even ashamed of how pathetic he sounds. He needs to get this out in case he never gets another chance. "I love you Sweets, I've never loved anyone else. Before you or after. I regret the choices that I made that tore us apart and I'd give anything to take it back." Tears are threatening to spill over his beautiful brown eyes. 

"I can't do-" you start but Joel quickly interrupts you.

"Baby, please just let me get this out." He pauses just long enough for you to respond with a small nod. "If ya don't ever wanna see me again ya won't. I'll make sure of it. But I just needed you to know that everything that happened between me and you, it wasn't ever because I didn't want ya darlin'. I've always wanted ya and I always will." 

You inhale a ragged breath and before you know it you're responding. "I don't want to lose you again, Joel." Your voice is just barely above a whisper. "But I don't think I can allow myself to get close to you again. It hurts me to be close to you, but it didn't hurt any less being away, either. When we were together I thought 'this is it for me. I'm done.' And I just barely survived losing you the first time. I can't let you in again, Joel. I can't recover from that again. I'm not strong enough, and I have a son who needs me. He can't lose me if I lose you." 

You wipe your tears from your cheeks and you know you look just as wrecked as he does. "I just need some space to figure things out. Please." 

Joel just nods and says "You know where to find me when you're ready darlin'. I promise I won't do anything to hurt you again for the rest of my life." 

And you believe him.

The phone is ringing when you finally get in the door. You rush to grab the handset from the kitchen counter while Jamie busies himself taking off his shoes. 

"Hello." It comes out breathless and you really hope you don't sound as wrecked as you feel. 

"Hey, sweetheart. I'm so sorry I didn't call last night. My meeting ran late and I forgot my cell phone charger at home. I just came into my room last night and went straight to sleep. Didn't even shower until this morning." 

"Steve, I was worried!" You exclaim. You are relieved nothing happened to him, but frustrated. It was unlike him to be so inconsiderate. 

"How's the deck coming along?" He asks, changing the subject. 

"It's going well. They got all that rotten wood out of here and are just about ready to start building the new one. Tommy said the ground needs to be leveled before they can start." 

"Tommy?" 

"He's the head of the crew that's doing the work. Actually it's kind of funny, I already knew him." You decide you don't want to hide your friendship with Tommy from your husband. 

"Oh, really? How do you know him?" He inquires, maybe just a hint of jealousy in his voice. 

"We were friends for a while right before I moved to Chicago." You tell him. 

"Well that's nice. I'm glad you are reconnecting with old friends already." 

You chat for a few more moments about when to expect him home the following day and then you hand the phone to Jamie so he can say goodnight to his dad. 

Once again, you find yourself in your bed in the dark, unable to sleep. Your thoughts consumed by the man who had always held your heart in the palm of his large, rough hands. No longer, are you concerned with the what ifs of the past. Your mind drifts to the possibilities of the future. 

Could you and Joel be friends? You doubt it. You're almost positive that isn't what he has in mind, either. You didn't miss the way his hands kept twitching when you were talking this afternoon. As if he was stopping himself from reaching out and grabbing you, pulling you tightly into his chiseled arms, like you had been dreaming of nearly every night for ten years. Or the way his eyes flicked down to your lips every few moments, like he was wondering if they still tasted the same way they had before. You wonder if your bodies still fit together like they were made for each other. Molding together until they were indistinguishable from each other. 

A familiar warmth begins to creep through your body as you imagine his voice in your ear, making those strangled moans for you like he used to. One hand in your hair, pulling it tightly near the base of your neck. The other on your throat as he squeezes, not too tightly, just enough to show you who you belong to. Who you've always belonged to. Your legs wrap around his middle, his powerful thighs support you as he pistons into you. Filling you up so completely that tears form in the corners of your eyes. He was always almost too much for you. 

Your hand creeps under the waistband of your sleep shorts and you think to yourself "We could never be just friends." 

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[c-o-t-o]

would you be able to do nsfw 21 mixed with nsfw 8, where denji walks in on m!reader jerking off and realises he wants in on it (kinda like him liking dudes suddenly clicks for him)

The Onsen Incident

Author: c-o-t-o

Character: Denji x male reader

CW: 18+ only, sexual content/smut, character aged up, explicit language, sexual frustration, masterbation.

Misc: ~3.9k words. Requested by anon (Denji walking in on you masterbating, realizing he likes guys). Okay I got REALLY into this fic! I could have kept going, but needed to stop myself at a certain point lol. If you'd like a continuation just let me know!

About: Aki takes you and Denji on an Onsen trip, and you can't help but keep trying to play with yourself while you're there.

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You had been living with the Hayakawas for a while now, once you joined their team. But since Aki’s place wasn't too big, you shared a room with Denji. You two clicked right away and ended up spending more and more time together just hanging out or doing random things.

So it was only natural that, by now, you couldn't help but develop a crush on Denji. Since the two of you were friends, you got to see him for who he really is; The person he can be one on one with someone. The two of you were nearly inseparable.

Now that it's finally warm out, Aki took you and Denji to an onsen as a treat to relax after all the work you've been doing. Power didn't want to go alone (since the men and women have to be separated), so it was a guys’ weekend trip. Once again, you and Denji roomed together while Aki had a room to himself (he wanted his own room because, of course, he brought work to do with him on vacation).

You were so thrilled to finally get away and hang out with Denji. Excited… and so, so nervous.

It's not like you haven't seen Denji naked before, or vice versa, being two guys who share a room together. But it's not like you ever leisurely sat next to him for a prolonged period of time while naked. The idea of a hot spring with both of them is somewhat nerve wracking, but you try hard to just be casual about it all, like it doesn't bother you.

The first night, all three of you head out to the water. Since it's pretty late by now, there's really nobody else outside. It's nice to have the privacy and not have to share a space with strangers.

It was surprisingly not awkward. You think Aki being there helped take your mind off of things, which it did. The three of you got to relax and soak and talk about random nonsense.

By the time you all came back inside and changed, you were all exhausted. Aki had gone straight to sleep, leaving just you and Denji awake now.

“Heh, look! They gave us yukata to wear! Just like in anime. I didn't think that was true." Denji laughed, pleased with the fact that he got to wear a yukata. You watched him take his shorts and t-shirt off to change into the yukata. He had his underwear on, but for some reason, it still flustered you to watch him undress. He finishes changing and notices you kind of staring at him.

“Hey, you okay? Your face is all red." Denji asks, bending over to look in your face, hands on his hips.

“Oh y-yeah I'm fine! I think it's just a little hot in here." You come up with an excuse quickly.

Denji squints at you for a second, thinks, and then nods his head.

“Yeah… it's… kinda hot in here now that you mention it. Feels like summer is coming soon. Hmm…” Denji walks over to the sliding doors and opens them, revealing a small private space with a mini garden and personal onsen.

"Wooaahh! I didn't know we had our own! Let's go in here tomorrow night!" Denji says excitedly as he points his hand outside. “We can keep the doors open for a little breeze tonight."

You're sitting down on your futon, holding the cotton robe in your hands, thinking this might actually be better to wear to stay cool. It was hot, that wasn't exactly a lie. You get up to change, bashfully turning your back to Denji while you do it. He plops down next to you and before you even know it, starts snoring all sprawled out on his futon.

“Jeez, that was fast." You retort out loud to yourself. With Denji's arms and legs out to the sides, the yukata had pulled open a bit. You see his bare chest, the opening stopping right above his chainsaw pull. You stare at it intently, a warm longing beginning to ache in your chest. The fabric falls to the sides of his legs as well, letting the fabric of his boxer briefs peek out from underneath.

You shake your head to rid yourself of the encroaching thoughts, and turn off the lights. You lay down next to Denji, heart racing.

For a while you lay there with your eyes closed, expecting to just fall asleep. But you can't. You turn to look outside. The moon hangs hazily in the clouds, stars scattered about randomly. The gentle breeze rolls in, bringing with it the gentle twinkling of the windchime hanging right outside the door. It's such a beautiful night… yet for some reason it only makes your heart ache more.

You turn your head to look over at Denji. By now he's moved to a normal sleeping position. He's laying on his side facing you, hands under his pillow, hair slightly fallen down over his eyes. You want nothing more than to just lean over and kiss him.

The thought of that, along with staring at his cute sleeping face, is enough to get you going.

“Nooo… not now… not here…” you whimper under your breath, trying to push yourself down. You glance over at Denji again, seeing that he's fast asleep.

Hand still on your underwear, you subconsciously start rubbing your hardened self. You close your eyes and sigh, hoping that maybe doing this might tire you out enough to just fall asleep like it does sometimes.

A few minutes go by, and you've really gotten into it, when suddenly, Denji shifts in his sleep. You push yourself down and freeze, eyes closed. After a minute, after you make sure Denji is still asleep, you continue.

However, this playing with yourself on and off has gone on for far too long. Every time Denji moves or makes a sound, you get nervous and stop. It's no use. You're never gonna be able to get off with him laying there next to you. Eventually the exhaustion overcomes you and you pass out.

The next morning when you wake up, Denji isn't in his bed. You look around for a moment when you suddenly realize your hand is down your underwear. It’s pretty clear that it's there because your blanket has been pushed down slightly. ‘Oh god, please tell me Denji didn't see that when he got up,’ you think to yourself. Having barely slept last night, you don't feel great. All you're looking forward to already is being able to sleep tonight, hopefully.

Just as you get up and straighten yourself out, Denji comes into the room to get you for breakfast. You sit with him and Aki in the main room to eat.

“Didn't wanna wake you earlier, you looked real comfy.” Denji days while shoveling food in his mouth. Aki yells at him to eat normally, Denji being snarky back. All the while you can only think about the fact that Denji had to have seen you if he said you looked comfortable.

You and Denji spend the day hanging out and playing games that the resort has to offer. At one point though, Denji notices how tired you are and offers to relax in the hot spring before bed. Once the night starts winding down, the two of you get ready for the onsen again. But once you get outside, there are actually a lot of guys out there.

“Umm…” Denji looks down, face beet red." Can we… go back to our room? And use the private pool? There's too many people here." Denji has a fistful of his towel in his hand, squeezing it tightly in embarrassment. You didn't think he would get this embarrassed, but you agree to go back. It was kind of crowded, anyway.

You and Denji sit side by side in the private hot spring outside your room. Aki was called away for a work meeting and said he would be back the next day, so it was just you and Denji alone now. You think back to how much Denji was blushing earlier, and… well, actually you're trying not to think about it. Because there's nothing here to hide you if you start getting hard again.

After a few moments of silence, you speak up to tell Denji it was okay for him to not want to be around all those people before. To try and ease his embarrassment. It seems he has a similar idea, because at the same time, Denji speaks out as well, the two of you overlapping.

“I’m sorry… I saw you this morning!” Denji blurts out.

“You don't have to be embarrassed about coming back here," you say at the same time.

You both exchange a “what?"

Your face starts burning and you can feel your peripherals blackening. ‘He saw me, Denji saw me with my hand down my underwear this morning…” is all you can think, before Denji elbows you playfully.

"Ahh don't worry about it. Do you know how many times I've woken up with my hand down my pants?” Denji smirks and laughs. “Sometimes I don't even know when it got there!”

You're relieved to hear Denji not making a big deal out of it, but you notice his cheeks reddening a bit. Maybe from the hot water.

“But, uhh, I wasn't embarrassed earlier.” Denji rubs the back of his neck, and looks around as if trying to find the right words to say. “There were too many old dudes there. I wanted us to just to be alone and thought maybe it would be empty like it was last night.” Denji smiles, leaning back and putting his clasped hands behind his head.

‘Alone? Just us? But why?’ you wonder to yourself. You glance over at Denji and can't help but see his thin, pale body under the water. Even though it was dark, there were still ambient lights outside so that people could still see and use the onsen at night.

You immediately become hard, trying to casually place your hands over your growing excitement. Looking around in a panic, you see the towels you both left before getting in the water. You stand up abruptly and get out of the water, turning quickly to hide yourself from him. You wrap the towel around your waist, pretending to struggle with tying the front so that you can hold it outwards a bit.

“You leavin?" Denji turns around and grips the sides of the onsen with his chin resting on his knuckles like a puppy. Why does he have to be so fucking cute right now? You can barely contain yourself.

“Yeah, I think the hot water was making me dizzy. I'm gonna…” your voice trails off when the idea hits you. "I'm gonna go lay down and get ready for bed. No rush, you can stay out here for a bit if you want.” You stare Denji in the eyes, hoping that he'll buy your lie. You search his eyes for an answer, but he looks away as if thinking about something.

"Hmm… yeah, okay. I'll uh, stay out here for a little longer. You go rest." Denji says, looking away from you to lean his head back in his hands again, closing his eyes. You hope he wasn't annoyed or upset by you leaving, but you just couldn't risk being there with him anymore, being hard as a rock.

With Aki gone and Denji outside for a little longer, you can finally relieve yourself. You don't think it'll even take long, it felt like a ticking time bomb after getting close all night last night and stopping a million times.

You put your yukata on and shut the lights to make it believable that you've gone to sleep. Before your head can even hit the pillow, you've opened the bottom of your yukata and started touching yourself. You didn't even bother putting underwear on, it would only slow you down. However, being so comfortable now and relaxed from the hot water, you're also fighting off sleep.

Your hand around your bare cock feels so good that you start throbbing. All you can think about how Denji is just outside, naked. You think back to how slim and wet his body was. Thinking of how the steam from the onsen made his face glisten and the ends of his wet hair hang down over his eyes. So fucking hot. You wanted nothing more than to just turn to him, hands on his hard, sleek chest, and ravage him.

Getting so turned on by the idea of Denji being right there makes precum start pooling at your tip. You swipe your thumb over it and moan at the bit of slipperiness it gives you. Your thoughts start straying as you go in and out of sleep, wondering what would happen if you playfully pulled on Denji's chainsaw starter a little bit. Would it tease him? Would it feel good to him? The ideas keep coming as you feel like you could finish soon, as long as you can stay awake.

However, you are blissfully unaware of how much time has already passed from nodding off here and there, because you hear the patio door slide open. In a panic you pull the yukata back over yourself, pull the blanket up over you, and close your eyes. ‘DAMN IT.’ you curse in your mind, not wanting a repeat of last night. You wouldn't be able to hold back after how much you just played with yourself. Only seconds after you get yourself in order does the bedroom door slide open abruptly. You slam your eyelids closed, not even sure if your hard on is visible or not under the heavy blanket. You hear Denji's towel fall, followed by him putting his yukata on and turning off the light. He lays down next to you again, falling asleep on his back.

You'll have to make due, you'll have to keep trying to finish because you can't hold back anymore. There's no chance of getting up to go to another room to finish, because if you accidentally wake Denji he'll see how unbelievably stiff you are.

You're still so incredibly hard that it even surprises you. After a few minutes you start pumping your hand up and down your length again, stopping every time Denji moves.

At this point, you feel so pent up and frustrated that you feel like you're going to explode. Your hands fall to your sides and, without thinking, sigh out loud. Almost whimpering in frustration.

It must have been loud enough though, because Denji starts moving around again. You slam your eyes closed out of habit, waiting for him to fall asleep again. But it's almost too quiet. You keep waiting to hear his sleepy breathing or snoring, but it never comes. Suddenly, you hear shuffling, and then warm air on your ear. It startles you so much that you can't help but gasp out loud.

“Let me help you with that." Denji whispers into your ear, warm breath tumbling down onto your neck. You feel his warm hand navigate under your blanket, down your stomach, finally resting over yours.

Your eyes shoot open and realize Denji is leaning on his arm at your side, face still at your ear.

“I know you've been trying to jerk off all night. Last night, too. It usually doesn't take you this long, what's the matter?" Denji’s nose grazes the outside of your ear, giving you chills. Your heart starts palpitating hearing him say he knows how long it usually takes you. Does he always know when you're jerking off? You two do share a room, but you could have sworn he was always asleep. Your thoughts are interrupted when Denji moans into your ear.

“I'm not dumb, man. I know you were hard in the water outside, I saw it before you wrapped yourself up. Why do you think I wanted to come back to our private onsen instead of staying at the big one?" Denji asks quietly while slowly grabbing your hand, making you move up and down. "I was actually gonna play with you in the water, but then you left. I figured you came back here to do this, but… god I couldn't stop thinking about it. You got so hard I wanted to see what it felt like to touch you. Do you know how hard it always is to pretend to be asleep with you laying next to me playing with yourself all the time? At first it was kinda awkward, but… after hearing your heavy breathing and moans all the time… I don't know. It started getting to me. It started… making me feel good, too.”

Your head starts spinning with pleasure. His touch is soft but firm, pumping you slowly… teasingly… deliberately trying to toy with you. You moan in response and you hear him chuckle in your ear.

“Do you do it like this?" He asks, voice sending chills down your body. All you can do is swallow hard and nod. You can't believe this is happening and you can barely even get any words out.

Denji pulls the blanket back, exposing you now. Between the heat from outside and the heat between the two of you, you both start sweating and panting. It's almost intoxicating. It makes everything more sensual and exhilarating.

Denji is kneeling over your legs now. He takes your hand away and swallows hard like he's bracing himself. He grabs you with both his hands and starts pumping. His face is so blushed it makes him look so fucking hot, between that and his face starting to glisten from sweat. His hands are so strong, but he takes such care to not hurt you. Even feeling his hands on you is enough to make your head fall back with pleasure.

You can feel Denji hardening as well, realizing now that he had been kneeling on your leg. You feel him stiffen and you reach down without thinking to grab him. Denji lets out a loud moan, not expecting it.

“Fuck, why does this feel so good…” Denji's voice trails off as his eyes close in ecstasy. He grabs your hand and pulls it off though, asking you to wait a second.

Denji slides up your legs to your hips, pushing his cock against yours, causing you both to moan. You feel Denji grab both of you with his hands forming one big circle so that he can pump you both at the same time.

“Fuck, it does feel good," Denji says with an air of surprise. “I saw some dudes doing this online and wondered what it felt like. And…” he pauses to catch his breath. "I kept thinking how I wanted to try with you. It feels good enough to play with myself but I always wondered if if felt better with another guy rubbing up against me.”

You can't believe this is even happening. You're trying SO hard to not fall asleep from being utterly exhausted. You also realize you're right at the edge now, but don't want to quite finish yet. You wanted to enjoy Denji touching you longer.

"Denji… wait…" you say between panting. Denji slows to a stop and looks up at you worried.

“What's wrong? Is this not okay?" Denji's face is so red. His eyebrows are narrowed with desperation. You feel him start squirming in place in response to stopping.

“I just… I'm so close. I don't want to finish yet.” You admit. You put your arm over your eyes in embarrassment. But you're glad to have just come out and said it. You feel Denji let go and sit straight up. Before you even know what's happening, you feel his hands under your arms lifting you into a seated position, both of your legs entangled together. Sitting so close, your dicks still pressed up against each other. Denji grabs your face and starts kissing you.

You both need to periodically break away to gasp for air, kissing so intensely. Denji tries hard to not bite down on your lips too hard with his sharp teeth.

“Why," he pants, “why does this feel so good?" Denji asks between kisses, forehead resting on yours.

"Do you like it?” You ask Denji, trying to catch your breath. He nods his head and laughs between his heavy panting. You suddenly feel Denji push you down on your back, grabbing both of you and pumping again. You moan out loud in surprise.

“I'm getting close, too. Let's cum together." Denji closes his eyes hard and pants out loud. You see the tips of his sharp teeth as he breathes.

Denji's cock is so hot and hard against yours. His skilled hands moving up and down faster now. You feel him growing harder, more engorged, pressing against you. You look up at Denji who has his eyes squeezed shut. It turns you on to see him trying so hard to bring you both over the edge.

Denji's body starts twitching as he says he's getting close. Now is your chance. You reach up to Denji's chest, fingertips circling the opening where his chainsaw starter comes out. His eyes flash open to look at you, skin reddening on his cheeks even more. You start rubbing around his chest and feel Denji now so close to cumming that he starts thrusting himself against you and in his hand. Feeling him thrust against you turns you on so much that you feel that coil inside you snap.

Just as you're about to say you're cumming, Denji's free hand comes down hard on your chest as he grunts.

“I'm cumming," Denji cries, thrusting so hard in and out of his hand against you.” Hearing him say that, you feel it start shooting out of you, too. You both moan out loud, panting, twitching.

Since you're lying down, the hot fluid from both of you shot all over your chest.

Once Denji catches his breath, he stares down at the white all over you, swallowing hard.

“Denji… Denji you don't have to ea-” you can't even finish your sentence before Denji leans down and presses his tongue to the soft skin on your stomach. Your back arches as he makes his way from splatter to splatter with his hot tongue lapping up every last bit of both of you. He swallows and wipes his mouth with the back of his fist. You forgot that Denji will eat anything that can be eaten. It only worries you for a second before thinking how incredibly hot it was to watch him do that.

Feeling how much you responded to that, Denji finishes by moving up and licking your hardened nipple for a moment before falling down at your side.

You both lay there, chests rising and falling quickly, panting with lust. Denji chuckles softly and looks at you, face still blush.

“I hope that was okay, I uh… never did that before. But I've watched enough videos to figure it out.” He runs his fingers through his drenched hair.

"it was unbelievable. Really, really good.” You manage to get out between catching your breath.

Slowly, little by little, both of your breaths return to normal. You're about to fall asleep when Denji turns to you, thumb grazing across your bottom lip.

"Can we go in the private onsen tomorrow morning before Aki comes back home?” He says with his face turning a deep red again. You nod sleepily, not being able to help being lulled to sleep with relief. Denji smiles and chuckles, almost deviously. “Good. I wanna try playing with you in the water and see how that feels before we leave."

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Porcelain and the Shark: Sweet Jonathan

Pairing: Stewy Hosseini x f (Roy) reader

(reader has anxiety, no use of y/n, physical descriptions or other names but does have the nickname Porcelain/Porce - due to family viewing her that way not because of complexion)

Word count: 4.6K

Prompts: "at the birth of jonathan, and even though she’s been doing therapy after she has him she really just breaks down crying because she loves him sooooo much, already and he’s only been alive for minutes. And it’s kind of her letting go of feeling like it was her fault Caroline didn’t love her. like rationally she knows she couldn’t have done anything wrong that quick but now she kinda understands something was broken in her mother to discard her so quickly. also realizes how Logan must have contributed to that bc Stewy's support was incredibly important to her labourand she knows how logan is. And she quietly loves Jonathan and has Stewy embrace her and thank her for making their family grow." + "If possible, I wanted to know a little more about when Jonathan was born, I imagine that the new parents were so in love with their baby , but how was the reaction of the rest of the family to the new and highly desired baby?"

Chapter/content warning: 18+ MINORS DNI, established relationship, anxious reader, pregnancy, scenes post-childbirth (labour/delivery is not depicted), the feels, canonical Roy chaos and pain (lmk if I've missed any!)

Authors note: Thank you so much to these 2 Nonnies for sending these prompts in! I really appreciate it and adore you both so much! They're both such great prompts, I hope you like this piece, please do let me know! Also, I haven't gone through childbirth or anything like that so I tried to keep everything pretty vague. This hasn't been proofread and post 2K I really started to dislike this and worry that it's not good 😭 Please let me know your thoughts, comments, reblogs and asks are appreciated! I love hearing from you all. Also can you tell I absolutely HATE naming things?!

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You were on the floor in the nursery that was almost completely ready, it was just waiting for the future Hosseini to arrive. There was a bookshelf in here that was really just for aesthetics at this stage, you knew it would be impractical because it wasn’t realistic that an infant would be doing a lot of reading, there was also the chance of this being a hazard for the bundle of joy that would soon be the centre of the household. The bookshelf had been bolted into the wall though and the home itself had been ‘baby-proofed’ already. 

But it was still nice you thought to have a bookshelf with all of the adorable children’s books you’d spent hours finding, reading about and then also rambling to Stewy about. You were now looking over the books again, organising them in the important system (one which you would never use for work) but what would be the highest priority to read and your favourites. 

Stewy came into the nursery. He looked around the nursery again for a second, he did it each time he came in. Genuinely amazed at what his life had become over the last few years. You heard his footsteps, you pause mid-book organising to look up at him as he walks over and leans against the changing table, watching you turn your attention back to the shelf, he thinks about it and enjoys that there are great conversations and banter but also places for comfortable silence in your relationship. Something you do as well. He revels in that for a moment before asking. “Do you need a hand?” 

“No, thank you.” Your response is quick, amusingly too quick to him. 

“Are you sure baby?” He drags the syllables out as he smiles at you, finding the quickness of your response equally amusing and intriguing. 

“Yes, honey. I have a system.” You respond and then you turn around and smirk at him seeing his grin widen more. “One that I can’t teach.” 

“Oh?” He questions somewhat teasingly but still intrigued as he raises his eyebrows at you. You hum in response. “What? Dewey? Library of Congress?” Stewy asks with a teasing smile. 

“No. But if I tell you it can’t get out.” You hum and his smile widens as he raises his eyebrows at you, waiting for you to continue. “”hat will be my favourites to read to them.” You confidently answer with your own growing smile. 

“What a scandalous system.” Stewy laughs and nods, not too surprised at the revelation. His eyes scan around and he looks at the changing table and then finds a tub of something there piquing his interest. 

“What’s this again?” He asks holding it out for you as you turn around to look at it. 

“Diaper change cream.” You quickly answer smiling at your husband. “Think baby powder alternative for that area.” 

“Right… And remind me again why we need an alternative to baby powder?” He questions as he studies it. 

“Babies shouldn’t breathe in the powder particles and there are medical concerns and debate over talc.” You and Stewy had both done a lot of research and prep for this but it was stuff like this that you had read more on than him. 

“Talc?” Stewy raises an eyebrow as he looks at the bottle of cream. 

“Some research says it's carcinogenic. Talc’s the big player in baby powder ingredients, the culprit ingredient in those Johnson and Johnson lawsuits.” You finish off, knowing that that will ring a bell for him and it does as he quickly nods. 

“It’s kind of sickening how good I’ll be at diaper changes.” He says in a deadly serious tone, you look over at him and can’t help but laugh. You’re in awe and humoured by the confidence of the handsome, cocky dork you married. 

“Well with that confidence, I’m happy to leave that to you at 3 AM.” You quip back with a smirk, completely abandoning the books as you look at him. 

“Shit at that time of morning, just a Saturday morning before my reformed domesticated ways.” He smirks at you and winks. 

“Sure Stewy, sure. What was it that Roman said about your lifestyle…?” His eyebrows raise as he exhales, shaking his head but your grin just grows.  

“Roman misquoted me-” 

“Uh-huh. Of course, he did, you certainly didn’t happen to make the mistake of not just talking about but talking to my siblings about the-.” You smugly say before he cuts you off. 

“Well even though he’s a loose cannon, you know it means you don’t ever need to worry about Roman’s career prospects. The narc will always have the pathway option of a police informant.” Stewy retorts, somewhat proud of himself for thinking of that on the spot despite the fact he’d thought it about a dozen times since that conversation with Roman and Kendall had gotten back to you. 

“You were down bad, years before becoming a reformed married, soon-to-be family man.” You quickly respond. 

It’s true and you both know it. He was bad for it and you imagine if things hadn’t been so complicated with your family you’d have been married a lot earlier than what had happened in this universe. You wondered what that would’ve been like. 

“What is baby powder meant to do anyways? Is it like powdered baby cologne?” He quickly questions. It might sound like an intentional conversation change to the ears of others but his short attention span prompts it and you know that. 

The question’s been triggered by his attention going back to the cream in his hands, you watch his eyes scan over the label curiously for any and all information. He then looks up from the product and his doe eyes that you’re in love with bore into yours. He looks so handsome like this, the softer night lighting just illuminates it. You’re so in love with him. You smirk to yourself briefly before responding as his smile grows. 

“It’s meant to scare away the boogeyman.” You reply nonchalantly. 

“Babe, your dad doesn’t live here. I think we’re good.” He says it with his eyebrows raised and a signature Stewy Hosseini teasing smile on his face. 

You chuckle at that and roll your eyes as he places the cream down and walks over to kiss you as you then feel a small popping sensation. 

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You felt warm, covered in sweat which plastered your hair to your face and neck. You’d had a firm grip on Stewy’s hand for hours now. Stewy was stroking your arm softly with his free hand as he pressed a delicate kiss to the top of your head as you both watched the nurse bring Jonathan over. 

He’d fortunately been declared a healthy baby boy by the doctor and you smiled at that, your hand was still in Stewy’s but your grip relaxed a little as the worry in your body left at that, you’d been somewhat anxious as Jonathan was 2 weeks early but the doctors and nurses had assured you that was normal, you knew it was right but even with therapy, an anxious brain still doesn’t always accept logic. 

“What a good set of lungs he has.” The nurse says with a smile as she places the still crying infant into your slightly shaky arms. 

Your body shakes a little for a couple more seconds, you suppose that it’s a combination of the exhaustion from labour and the nerves of that whole process and now meeting your sweet boy. You feel your nerves stabilise after a few seconds, as you watch him, it must be part of that maternal instinct. He’s pressed into you and he’s so small and delicate in your arms, you can’t help but smile largely as you watch him. 

“Hey, hey, hello sweetie, you’re so perfect.” You coo at him as you smile widely, he then finishes crying and you giggle a little at that. 

“He really is.” Stewy says with a small chuckle as he looks down at the sweet little baby you created together and he then presses a gentle kiss to the top of your forehead. 

Jonathan’s eyes open at the sound of his parents voices above him and he looks up at you. You can’t help but feel stunned and in awe of how your sweet little boy is looking at you with the same big brown eyes as Stewy and he appears to have the same dark locks as his father as well. He looks at you and returns the smile you’re directing at him which makes both yours and Stewy’s hearts explode. The love and awe you’re in over Jonathan is so encompassing, that nothing else matters and nothing could take away or ruin the joy of Jonathan’s existence. 

Jonathan’s large, curious brown eyes flicker around the surroundings and its clear that his gaze is happier when it focuses on you and Stewy, especially when hearing your voices as you gently coo at him. It’s only a couple of minutes of the three of you being in this bubble, pretty oblivious to everything going on outside until Jonathan’s fallen into a peaceful slumber. 

You bring him up slightly to kiss his head softly and quietly chuckle at how peaceful he looks. You’re amazed at him. Stewy wipes his eyes, being equally filled with adoration as he moves his hand from your arm for a moment to perch himself on the side of the bed next to you and press another kiss to your forehead as he stroke’s Jonathan’s little cheek. 

In Jonathan’s slumber his hand raises a little and Stewy moves his hand towards it and Jonathan’s small fingers instinctively wrap around one of Stewy’s fingers. It’s such a beautiful sight and it’s amazing how small Jonathan is and how his hand doesn’t even cover all of just one of Stewy’s fingers. 

It’s a pure domestic sight. 

Love is coursing through each fibre of your being for your husband next to you and your newborn son in your arms. It’s such a sweet moment, the whole experience had been honestly. You tilt your head to look at Stewy for a moment, one hand of his gently placed on your arm and the other still there and while Jonathan has his fingers wrapped around Stewy you know that Stewy’s the one wrapped around his finger already. 

Nobody could understand your parents. You never understood your parents. A confusing phenomenon as you’d gotten older but you really don’t get them right now, in this moment. Jonathan’s only minutes old and you’re so in love, he’s perfect, he’s done nothing wrong and even if he had done something wrong- he’s just a child, deserving of love. 

You and your siblings had always been made to believe that there was something wrong with you, raised to be poisoned instead of loved so that as adults you’d believe dysfunction was where you thrived. Caroline and Logan had set you all up to fail from the start. You’d always felt like that it was your fault that Caroline had never loved you, maybe she did in a twisted, absent way you supposed but she’d never loved you how a mother was supposed to love and protect their child. You wondered how she could feel that way about you and your siblings when you felt nothing but love for your child. How she felt was on her, it had nothing to do with you. You were a child and a child that deserved better. 

Tears start to burn your eyes and you try to blink them away quickly, willing yourself not to cry. This realisation and the tenderness and love that Stewy already had and had no problem showing for the baby you shared was starting to hit pretty hard. You knew he was a better man than your father, you’d promised yourself you would never marry anyone who reminded you of Logan Roy, let alone continue that cycle. But it was such a stark contrast seeing Stewy this way, so in love with Jonathan and so supportive to you compared to how your father had been with you or any of your siblings and the relationship he had with Caroline. 

The tears stream down your cheeks and you begin to cry, it’s all a lot to process and you know the environment, medications and hormones are probably heightening everything. You try to hold back on it but you end up choking on your sobs until it all comes out. You’re still securely holding onto Jonathan as your body shakes with your crying, you can feel the warm tears plastering themselves onto your cheeks like cement. 

“Hey, hey baby. What’s wrong?” Stewy asks as he wraps his arms around you, pressing you against him while making sure you and Jonathan are both secure and physically comfortable. His voice is gentle but laced with concern and you can feel that in his comforting body.

“He’s just so perfect-” You say in between sobs, trying to regulate your breathing but it’s not doing much. “I just love him so much already and- and well, I just don’t get it. How a mother couldn’t…” You say as you continue to cry. 

Stewy knows exactly what you mean, ever since he first befriended Kendall Roy he’s known that there was something extremely wrong with Logan Roy and Caroline Collingwood. He knew you weren’t like them and he was glad that you were able to accept that your childhood and those relationships weren’t your fault. For your love of your son to prove that. 

He continued to hold you while you cried, placing gentle kisses all over your head and whispering to you. “I love you so much, you’re already an incredible mom. You are good. You didn’t deserve any of that. Him and I both love you so much already.” He lifts one hand up to stroke your cheek as he looks down at Jonathan who is still sleeping then looks back into your eyes. “He was so happy when he saw your face and heard your voice.” He laughs a little at that with a sweet, soft expression on his face. You nod a little, biting your lip as a small laugh comes out as your tears slow down. 

“I love you.” You say to Stewy softly as your breathing evens out a bit more now. 

“I love you more.” Stewy says softly, he presses a gentle kiss to your lips. “Thank you. You’ve made our family grow, literally. You’re perfect, and he’s perfect just like you.” Stewy says pressing a kiss to your forehead. You’ve stopped crying now and you lean a little more into Stewy as you both watch Jonathan sleep until a nurse eventually puts him into the nearby cot, insisting that you and Stewy both need your sleep. 

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“Hey, hey baby…” Connor says softly as he walks in to your room with a gentle smile. He has a small gift bag of something in one of his hands and a large bouquet of flowers in the other. 

“Con?” 

“Hey. I hope it’s not too early, I just needed to see how you were ASAP.” He says and chuckles anxiously a little. You can’t help but smile in return at him, it was early but you couldn’t be upset about it Connor was easy to be around and a gift of a sibling. But you knew that if it was a regular hospital he would’ve been escorted away for it not being visiting hours yet. 

“It’s fine… I’m glad you’re here Con.” You say tiredly, his smile grows a little at that and his shoulders relax. You’d never been to him but he had been worried about intruding, he’d spent his whole life feeling like an intrusion to a private conversation at a party that he wasn’t invited to but everybody else was. 

“How are you doing?” He asks. 

“I’m okay… tired.” You respond with a smile and a small tired laugh looking over briefly at your husband who is still somewhat peacefully sleeping. As peacefully as you can in a hospital with a literal newborn. 

“Yeah, I can only imagine…” Connor says as he comes over. “Wow, so that’s the little fella?” 

You nod with a large smile as you look over at Jonathan sleeping. Connor’s face lightens up even more as he looks at Jonathan. He quietly coos at the little boy and that melts your heart a bit more. Connor had always been more of a father to you than Logan had ever been. It made sense that he’d be the first of your family to visit, unsurprisingly but unknown to you Connor had essentially been camping out to visit as soon as Stewy had texted him that your water had broken. 

“Do you want to hold him?” You asked. Connor looked over at you somewhat surprised. 

“Are you sure?” You chuckled a little at that. 

“Of course. You had plenty of experience with all of us. An experienced natural.” He smiled at that and carefully lifted Jonathan up into his arms, supporting his small body as he swayed a little with him. 

“He’s adorable.” Connor said softly, he was speaking to you but his gaze was focused on Jonathan. He was absolutely smitten by his nephew and he knew he’d spend the rest of his life doting on the little boy. “Still Jonathan?” He asked. 

“Yeah, we decided to stick with it. He’s barely a day old but I think it suits.” You answer with a content hum. Connor nods at that smiling widely. 

It’s not long after that that another visitor waltzs in, lacking any sense of noise control and quickly waking up Stewy from his slumber next to you. 

“What up motherfuckers! I hear the newest edition has arrived?” Roman says with a smirk as he comes into the room. Connor shushes him, and Stewy’s eyes open and he shoots Roman a glare. 

“Roman!” You say quietly but pointedly, as Jonathan stirs in Connor’s arms. Connor starts to sway again and coo at Jonathan but Stewy quickly puts his arms out to hold his son. Connor gently places Jonathan in Stewy’s arms and that settles him a little bit.

Roman’s eyes have widened at the scene of seeing his nephew. He quickly walks over closer to the bed to look down at Jonathan as Connor takes a seat. Roman’s expression screws up for a moment and you look up at him confused. 

“Oh shit Porce…” Roman says and your head instantly snaps to look at Jonathan, his colour hasn’t changed, he doesn’t look like he’s in discomfort or anything but Roman’s ominous statement has unnerved you. 

“What is it Rome…?” You ask desperately. 

“When the fuck did you have the affair?” Roman boldly questions. 

“What?!” You question in shock as Stewy tiredly rolls his eyes at Roman’s dramatics. 

“I thought- I thought he was mine?! He looks NOTHING like me! He looks like him!” Roman says as he points at Stewy.

“Oh my God, Rome. Stop!” You say with a sigh not being in the mood for this. 

 “Jesus Christ, yeah, I know of people in the Bible too! But well, I think after a few years I might be able to love him like he’s my own anyway.” Roman says. Stewy’s gaze lands on Roman and Roman giggles a little as Stewy is visibly unimpressed. 

“Didn’t we have the conversation about how problematic and inappropriate that is a multitude of times during the pregnancy Rome?” Stewy asks. 

“Yeah but that was the pregnancy. Porce isn’t pregnant currently.” Roman retorts and you scoff at that. He comes over to give you a somewhat awkward side hug, he treats you like you’re a human made of the porcelain of your infamous moniker as he’s weary of the pain and state your body would be in after labour. He gives your cheek a quick kiss and you squeeze his hand as he steps back.

 Roman’s face softens a little as he looks at Jonathan, he’ll admit that the baby is cutte. He kind of wants to hold him but he’s a bit scared to do that right now with how tiny he looks. Currently Jonathan looks more fragile to him than what you do. 

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Roman hadn’t stayed for much longer, hospitals unnerved him a little and that room had quickly felt a bit too claustrophobic for him with the lack of dysfunction. Connor stayed for a while but to give you all a nap and another try at feeding. He promised to stop by again and constantly reiterated that he was just a phone call or text away. 

You were so in love with and in absolute awe of your little boy. It was so encompassing. You were’t even anxious about your father visiting. You hadn’t thought of your father yet but there was nothing that Logan could say or do that would take away or ruin the joy of the existence of Jonathan. 

Kendall had sent a congratulatory text to Stewy, along with that Rava, Sophie and Iverson were looking forward to meeting him and that Rava had already organised flowers and a gift basket which had arrived not much longer after the text had been sent. Kendall hadn’t wanted to bombard you, which was something that Rava had highlighted, you and Stewy both knew that was a sentiment that came more from Rava and the truth was that Kendall rarely made the time of day for his own children, so he wouldn’t do that for your own child. 

You weren’t too bothered by that, you didn’t imagine much could bother you when there was so much joy because of your little family. It was thoughtful of Rava and at least thoughtful in words from Kendall, you knew that Kendall loved you in his own unique way. He just had difficulty functioning outside of being the perfect cog in his father’s machine. 

You were yet to hear anything from Shiv yet, but again, that didn’t completely surprise you. 

“Hey honey, Marcia just texted that they’re coming.” Stewy says breaking you out of your thoughts. You nod and place a kiss to his temple and he yawns as he sits back up, placing his phone back into his pocket as he rubs his face tiredly. You snuggle up into his side, trying to get comfortable as you watch Jonathan sleep in the hospital cot. You still feel tired even after your nap but you can’t help but smile when looking at that small human. 

Stewy kisses the top of your head and then gets up to gently pick Jonathan up from the cot. Stewy’s often gentle with you but it’s so different seeing him that way with a tiny human, the tiny human that’s yours and his. Stewy supports his small body and smiles while looking down at Jonathan, his smile grows as Jonathan still seems at peace while in his father’s literal supportive arms. 

You smile warmly at the sight, feeling warm and cosy inside. You’re in such awe with Jonathan that you don’t even feel anxious about your father coming because frankly there isn’t anything he could say or do to take away from the perfect bundle of joy snuggled into your husbands arms. 

After about half an hour your father walks in with Marcia by his side as usual, you give them both a small smile as your gaze briefly flickers away from Jonathan in Stewy’s arms. Marcia comes over and quickly asks how you are, giving you a kiss on the cheek and warmly squeezing your hand. 

“So?” Your father quickly asks looking at the infant and Marcia gives him a pointed look. 

“This is Jonathan Hosseini.” Stewy says softly, as he rocks Jonathan gently not looking at either Marcia or Logan. Marcia smiles at that slightly. 

“Can I hold him?” Logan asks quickly. You feel Stewy tense a little at that, such a contrast to the ridiculously relaxed in stressful situations type of person that Stewy normally is. You look up at your father, his expression appears genuine but it takes you aback. You didn’t recall your father actually making an appearance like this to the hospital at Iverson’s birth let alone having an interest in either of his grandchildren from Kendall. 

“Do you want to sit down to do that? You can better support him that way.” You say rather meekly, he rolls his eyes a little at that but complies. Sitting down and Stewy carefully places Jonathan in his arms, staying nearby and Marcia smiles at the scene. 

“He looks a lot like like Stewy.” Logan says while holding the small boy. 

He had his father’s eyes, hair, face shape and nose. The shape of his mouth was the same as yours though, something Stewy had immediately pointed out not long into Jonathan’s existence. It was really the only physical feature of yours that you could see in your son, it genuinely amazed you how Jonathan was barely out of the womb but was already a spitting image of his father. 

“Yeah, we were kind of hoping for that.” You say quietly while looking at your precious bundle of joy. Your father looks up at you with confusion etched onto his face as he looks at you waiting for clarification on why you’d want something he finds to be so dreadful. You clear your throat and continue, trying to suppress a small laugh at the mild disgust on his face.“Roman had been telling people it was his.” 

Your father sighs at that, visibly unimpressed and the mild disgust turns to a glimpse of disappointed horror. It almost hurts to see him looking like that while holding your newborn son but you know that it’s aimed at your non-present brother and not at you. 

“He needs help…” Logan says as he looks down at Jonatah. “Jonathan has your mouth though Porce.” He says and that seems to bring a small smile to his face. “Well he’s blood so that’s good.” You don’t say anything to that, you’re not sure how to respond but it certainly throws you off and Stewy senses that. 

It’s not long before Marcia has a turn holding Jonathan, you feel more comfortable with him in her arms than your fathers. But your father has his gaze locked on Jonathan the whole time and an interest in him that he never seemed to have in you or your siblings which surprises and unnerves you a little. 

You’re not sure how long as time moves so bizarrely in hospital but after at least a few more minutes of this, Marcia places Jonathan into your arms, they decide it’s now best to leave as Jonathan is in need of a feeding. 

“You did good, Porce.” Your father says somewhat softly, maybe the softest you’ve ever heard him speak as he comes over to press a kiss to the top of your head. 

“Thanks dad.” You speak the words hesitantly, unsure of the hidden meaning behind the odd praise from your father. 

“Thank you Porce.” He says and again, the not so hidden meaning in those words unnerves you a bit. 

You watch him as him and Marcia leave. Then your attention swiftly turns back to your sweet little boy. 

“He’s so precious.” You say to Stewy as you hold him. Stewy laughs a little and nods, giving you a sweet kiss on the lips.

[elkkiel]

Sorry friends, this is gonna be a long one. I feel like speaking in a space where someone may see and perceive what I'm saying is helpful to personal accountability. Please feel free to skip, it's more of a thought dump than anything (I am midway through writing now and I think I lost the plot a while ago lol)

Topics covered: grind culture, mental health, self-care, and learning when to manually sound the alarm for yourself as an audhd-er in the deep end of life.

Here's some tags that I left on the the grind culture reblog before this. I just wanted to share some thoughts and didn't want them to get lost; I feel like making a proper post really solidifies the situation (sorta like getting those abstract thoughts from your head onto paper, and realizing just how bad it is when it's all laid out before you.) And I want to make a change when I can finally get my head above water.

I think it can be especially difficult for us AuDHDers, since we don't necessarily have alarm bells installed that neurotypicals in similar situations may have but "choose" (consciously or not) to ignore. Things can really spiral into a bad place quickly if you don't have the cues or signs to alert you. We need to be diligent in doing those manual checks ourselves, KNOWING that we have struggles that make life just that much more difficult.

Take inventory of your life. Do you allocate time to self-care activities, and/or are those the right activities for you? Turns out for me that building a complex skin care routine (as suggested by mainstream self-care culture) only stresses me out more. Especially when I never have the energy to do it, making me feel bad when I only manage to do the basics *sometimes* (and the stress acne persists smh my head). My therapist recommended productive activities that involve both current hyperfixes and that ADHD Motor™. I want to learn basic carpentry over the summer, since I love working with my hands! For now, drawing masked men as cats will suffice (though I will not complain about the kittenification of my faves)

Choose a moment to consciously feel how your body is feeling. Check in with yourself! This is important for my alexithymia bitches. Are you more fatigued than usual? Are your muscles tense for some reason? Have you been hungry with no appetite? If you notice anything, let's make some connections—really dig into it. The instance I mentioned in the tags above was a really clear one for me. I took like 12 hours on the IV in the Ivy art instead of coursework, and that weekend I slept almost 22 hours. A few days later, I'm still in a cycle of horrible fatigue and excessive sleep. Connecting the trigger event (taking the time to create "unnecessary" art) to current sensations (extreme fatigue) is giving me insight into how stressed I actually am that I wouldn't have really seen otherwise.

I'm also feeling more and more aware of how activities and things become a bit of a crutch to avoid expending energy on social activities. Idk how many other people deal with this particular problem, but I have almost zero social drive. Like I legitimately don't feel the need to meet people and see friends. Almost 100% of my social needs are covered by talking to my parents, chatting with the girls at work (while at work) and passively absorbing interactions from complete strangers within earshot. It's one of the big things I'm continually documenting for when I can finally afford to get evaluated for autism (babygirl I don't even have enough for the ADHD assessment yet and that's more crucial for disability stuff lol) and it makes life real tough.

Not having the time nor the drive to invest in relationships really stunts you as a person in my experience. I don't know how to actually quantify what makes a friend (e.g. are we friends because we are Tumblr mutuals who haven't had an actual conversation but hype each other up in notes?) and I don't have any time to learn. I can't participate in leisure activities that may take some of the pressure off since I haven't been able to practice initiating interactions. It baffles me how some of the girls at work just casually meet up outside of work, or make plans out of the blue in a conversation (how tf do you gauge when/if to propose something????)

Like, it's bad. I haven't seen my best friend in a year and a half, and even the term "best friend" almost definitely isn't accurate in this scenario anymore. It's just another stressor that could potentially be avoided by lifting one's nose from the grindstone, but it's so intimidating to even try at this point. I don't feel the drive to be friends, but something tells me it's healthier than being alone with my work and thoughts.

Idk I think that's all I have for now. I definitely went on a tangent or two that don't connect back to the original idea so apologies for the letter-based vomit.

ty if you read any of this, if you have any thoughts or input I'm always open for replies or asks. The world is big and fast and horrible and confusing a lot of the time, but I think sharing experiences helps to keep things in perspective.

maybe I'll ask more targeted questions for community input some other time because I'm genuinely curious how to navigate around social deficits (the "who is a Friend and why?" thing especially because I genuinely have zero clue)

anyways have a good day, drink some water, take ur meds, and be kind to yourself

[poisonioushearts]

The Un-unbirthday Party

Characters: Heartslabyul (some are there more than others but they all speak)

Gender neutral reader

Warnings: Not proof read

Synopsis/tags: I had this idea while lying in bed and contemplating my life choices, fluff, slight angst, no use of y/n, reader is ramshackle prefect, you can guess the ending, takes place after book 1 but book 2 hasn't started yet

Notes: First time posting a fic on here so please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading!, tried to make this aesthetically pleasing to look at lmao

Do not repost, reblog only(if you enjoyed reading do reblog it helps with motivation)

Word count: 800+ (I skimmed to count so I don't know the exact number)

It was a cycle.

Go to school. Keep Grim in line. Get dragged into trouble by your friends. Go back to Ramshackle exhausted because some bird insisted on you doing something to repay him because of he is 'oh so generous'.

Ha.

You realized one day that time was really flying by because as you were rearranging things in the main room and trying to clean stuff up the ghosts popped up.

"Sheehee, hello there prefect."

You jumped, startled. The picture you were adjust on the wall almost slipped from your fingers and you fumbled to catch it.

You sighed, "Hello. There something you need?"

"No." One of them responded.

"But we do have a question." Another added.

"Sure," you put the picture on the floor and faced the ghosts, "What is it?"

"Is it true your birthday is in a week from today?"

You hummed in thought, pulling out the phone that Crowley lent you out of his graciousness (whatever) and you check the date.

Sure enough your birthday was to be in exactly one week from today.

"Seems like it yeah," You answered nonchalantly, "Why do you-" looking up from the bright screen you saw that the ghosts had just vanished. "Okayy?"

Shrugging off the encounter you put your phone back in your pocket and picked the picture up again.

"Henchmen!"

"Gah!" You yelped and the object crashed to the floor, a sure sound of something breaking made you internally groan.

"What now Grim?"

"Why didn't you tell me your birthday is coming up?"

You tilted your head, "I never told you when my birthday was."

"I- ah-" he stuttered over his words, "I overheard you speaking to the ghosts about it! Not because I was curious about why you didn't say when your birthday was but because I was just in the area at the time and I am curious."

You chuckled, "Of course. I wouldn't have thought any differently."

"So..." He trailed off, and knowing Grim he wouldn't let it go until he had an answer.

"Well," you started, walking away from the shattered picture and towards you kitchen for a glass of water. "I guess there's more so two reasons. Reason one: I haven't really thought about it. Being here has kept me running everywhere so I guess I haven't had much time to think. And two..." You trailed off, staring into the cup of water, fingers tightening around the glass, "I suppose I'm trying to avoid it."

"Wah!?" The cat sputtered from his spot on the floor, he quickly crawled to your leg and climbed until he was sprawled across your shoulders. "Why would you avoid your birthday?!"

You sighed, "Because the people I usually spend it with aren't here." Finally you decided to take a sip of the water, it's coolness helping your parched throat only by a little. "My family and friends back home...they...I..." You stopped talking for fear of the tears that were threatening to fall.

"Oh..." He trailed off. The cat was at a loss for words. You? His henchmen- without your family on one of the most important days of the year? No. He wouldn't have it. Not for his henchmen.

---

It's been a week and today was your birthday, although it didn't feel any different from any other days at Night Raven College, you knew that this day is different.

You weren't home. You wouldn't see your family or friends and as the days passed it felt as if Crowley wasn't even trying to get you home.

Like the other days your mind was on autopilot as you went from class to class, the day was beginning to mush and blur together.

There was one part of the day you were excited for however, and that was the Unbirthday party Heartslabyul was hosting in the evening. It was the one thing that seemed to be good in your day as you treked from class to class and tried not to fall asleep in Trein's lessons.

At the moment it was Lunch time and you were silently eating your food while you listened to your friends talk.

"So," Deuce faced you, "You still coming to the ah-Unbirthday Party later?"

You nodded with a smile, "Wouldn't miss the chance for free food." Your friends chuckled in response as you finished up your lunch.

Although you could definitely feel something was off with your Heartslabyul friends you didn't say anything. You didn't know why but you just brushed this moment off and hoped they hadn't gotten into any trouble.

Your hopes were thankfully answered. (You didn't know this though)

"So, prefect. Anything interesting going on today?"

You raised a brow at the sudden question and opened you mouth to speak and faltered when Ace suddenly yelped, as if he had been elbowed in the side.

"What was that for?" Ace hissed as he faced the boy next to him who just wordlessly stared at him.

They say in silence for a few long minutes before you looked at the cafeteria clock.

"Well I don't know what's going on with you to and I swear if you got into some type of trouble." You stood up with your tray, "I will murder you."

"Oh nothing-"

"It's just that-"

"We didn't do anything we swear!"

You gave them an incredulous look as they stood with their trays, "...okay..."

As the day went on they just acted more and more suspicious. They must have done something to be acting like this!

Throughout the classes you had one(or both) of them with, Deuce would shuffle in his seat nervously and stutter over his words and Ace was... semi-normal. He didn't insult you as much as usual though which made you very suspicious because he never once made fun of Grim-who has been awfully quiet for the most of the day as he clung to your shoulders.

'What is going on?'

---

Finally the school day had come to a close, and you were currently attempting to get ready for the un-unbirthday party.

But it seemed like you had nothing.

The outfit that Riddle had given you when you first went was kind of ruined from trying to run away from Trey and Carter, for it had gotten caught on the rose bushes. But it didn't seem like you had much of a choice. At least it wasn't that torn? It was noticable but not terrible.

You just hoped that the dorm leader would let this slide- knowing him before his overblot, you would surly loose your head.

You fiddles with the sleeves nervously as your shoes clacked in the quiet halls of the college. Grim had already left while you were getting ready, insisting that he, the great Grim, could take care of himself.

You gave him the benefit of the doubt and now you were walking in the halls alone.

You didn't think your birthday was terrible so far. Not much homework, Grim was cooperative, and you got the change to go to a party- even if it wasn't yours. You'd say it was a pretty decent day, but at times you couldn't stop thinking about your home.

What could they be doing? Did they miss you? Did they think you went missing or died?

The questions were endless and you attempted to push them out of your mind. You wanted to focus on your friends and the Unbirthday party today. You didn't want to worry anyone with your troubles.

You finally stood in front of the steps to the mirror. Your foot hovered over the steps when someone suddenly stumbled out of the mirror.

"Deuce?" Said boy stumbled down the steps and you moved out of the way so you wouldn't get crushed and you caught him before he could faceplant into the floor.

"Oh-ah- hey there prefect!" He straightened out and your arms fell to your sides.

"What are you doing? Shouldn't you be at the party?" You asked, gesturing to the mirror.

"Well actually I came to get you! Um, Carter and I."

You tilted your head, "Carter's with you?"

"Yep, mhm. So we should probably wait for him."

"But you just said you came to get me, and I am here so..." You took a step towards the mirror but a hand on your wrist stopped you.

"Well we should probably wait because he doesn't know your here yet! He could end up going to you dorm only to realize you're not there so we should totally wait."

You didn't pull away from his grip, "Totally..."

Not to long later after a long awkward silence, Carter appeared.

"Ah prefect! There you are! Glad we found you."

You deadpanned, "I've been standing here for a while."

He ignored your comment, "Come on let's go- wait." He stopped and looked at your outfit before frowning, "It's ripped."

"Yeah I know... But I didn't have anything else."

He waved his hand, "Not a problem let me just..." He took out his pen and with a flick of his wrist, your outfit had been repaired to it's previous state, with just a little more...'pizazz'.

"Oh!" You looked at yourself and one of the previously ripped parts and hummed, "Thanks Carter!"

"Not a problem prefect! Can't have you looking like a mess at your-"

"At the Unbirthday party!" Deuce suddenly shouted, his voice an octave higher than normal.

"Oh yes, Riddle would not have been pleased." Carter agreed.

"Well then I believe he also would not be pleased if we are late yes? Let's go."

"Ahh, not just yet." Carter stepped into your path.

You frowned, "Why not?"

"Well... preparations have not yet finished up and we had a uh... incident. I came to get Deuce for the extra help. I'll text you when we are ready!"

Before you could utterly another word Carter had already grabbed your classmates wrist and disappeared in the mirror.

You blinked.

"Okay then...might as well go to the library and try to do some research..."

---

The gardens were quiet, the roses red glistening with fresh red paint, the only sounds being your shoes against the pavement as you walked into the gardens to get to the main area.

Minutes ago you had gotten the text from Carter saying that they were ready for you.

What did that even mean? It's an Unbirthday party they are meant for well-everyone.

You looked from from the roses, to the trees, and to the cloudless sky.

It was nice, the quiet and the serene nature. You felt almost at peace.

No cat complaining about the school work.

No friends getting themselves into trouble.

Just yourself on this nice and simple day. Your birthday.

And cake.

But that would be later.

You had finally come to the same old space in the garden where the party's were held. Tables were set and silverware shone when hit by the sun's rays.

But where was everyone?

The place was empty not a single soul in sight. You pulled out your phone with a frown, re-reading Carter's message. They should all be here by now...

Something collided with your body and you crashed to the ground with a yelp, your phone slipping from your fingers.

"Ow..." You groaned, attempting to sit up, about to hit your attacker when you paused. "Ace? What the hell what was for?"

He only smirked and helped you to your feet before pulling an item from behind his back and placing it on your head.

"Happy birthday prefect."

What?

At that moment the students came filing out from where they hid, greeting you with a smile and 'happy birthday' before taking seats at the tables.

"What? But- how?"

"Grim and the ghosts." Riddle appeared beside you, "The cat gave Trey quite a fright. Luckily he wasn't holding anything but a tray, unfortunately, that tray will filled with treats which hit the floor. Grim had no problem cleaning them up and he told Trey in muffled words that your birthday was coming up."

"I went to Riddle and he told your friends." Trey smiled as you turned to meet his eyes, "It was Riddle's idea to push the Unbirthday for another day and have this be, in other words, a surprise birthday party. Happy birthday prefect." He handed you a small wrapped box and you could barley stutter out a thank you.

You were shocked and happy.

And on the verge of tears(but they didn't need to know that).

You smiled, straightening the ridiculous and nostalgic hat on your head as Deuce wished you a happy birthday and Carter pulled you close for a picture(after he handed you your phone which was somewhere in the grass after Ace tackled you).

"Then I guess it's an un-unbirthday party." You joked. "Thank you guys."

This is one moment you wouldn't trade for anything. Not even a ticket home.

Because at the moment, this was the now.

This was your home.

Whether temporary or permanent.

No matter how much chaos you get into with those guys- you wouldn't have it any other way.

---

Reblogs and likes are always appreciated, thank you!

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Reunited

PAIRING | Sebastian Stan x Best Friend!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.7K

SUMMARY | You were temporarily back in New York to be there for your sister, when you suddenly run into your long time best friend Sebastian. The two of you catch up about everything you missed over the last few years, and it is like you never left.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Mention of the loss of a partner, a breakup over the phone.

Likes and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜

Main Masterlist | Sebastian Stan Masterlist

You were getting ready to go for a walk through Central Park to clear your head a little bit. You've been working from home for the last few months and even though you love your job, it was getting a bit much sometimes. Not too long ago you moved back to New York to be closer to your sister, who was going through a tough time after losing her husband and you were living with her for now to make it easier on her. Because your house and job were in Phoenix, Arizona, you were working from home and you're thankful you could otherwise you wouldn't be able to be there for your sister, especially when she needed you the most. ''I'm going for a walk through Central Park, are you sure you don't want to come?'' you ask her again, and she shakes her head no. ''Just wanna sleep,'' she croaks out.

It hurt to see your sister like this, losing her husband took a very heavy toll on her. ''Alright love, if you need me I'm just a phone call away,'' you say before brushing some hair out of her face and kissing her on the forehead. You tucked in her blanket and went into the bedroom to change, it was too cold to walk outside in shorts and a t-shirt, so you went for a casual fall outfit, perfect for your walk around the park. You grabbed your phone, keys, and purse before saying goodbye to your sister and softly closing the door behind you. The walk to the subway was short, since you only lived 2 blocks away from the station, and you took the train going to Central Park. As usual, there were some weird people on the Subway, but being from New York, you were honestly used to it by now.

When you arrive, you get off the subway and quickly walk up the steps, wanting to see the beautiful fall covers that you love. This was honestly your favorite time of the year, and you would never get enough of it. You let out a content sigh and slowly start walking through the park before finding a small restaurant that sells hot chocolate. ''Hi, can I have one hot chocolate with marshmallows?'' you order and when you pay for it, you leave a generous tip. Based on the look on the woman's face, you made her day. You continued walking until you found an empty bench where you sat down to do your favorite activity here, people-watching.

After about 45 minutes, you suddenly received a phone call which quickly brought you back to reality. You were afraid it was your sister at first, but when you saw the caller ID, you picked up with a smile. ''Hi babe, how are you?'' you said when you answered the call, seeing that it was your boyfriend who called. ''Hey, I'm sorry I have to do it like this, but I haven't seen you in so long and I can't wait any longer. I'm sorry Y/N but I can't do this anymore, I'm breaking up with you. I met someone else and we're getting pretty serious,'' he said, not a single ounce of regret sounding through his voice. ''Oh...'' is all you could say before the realization set in and tears were forming in your eyes. ''I will bring your stuff to your apartment and leave my key there too,'' is the last thing he said, and you couldn't even react before he hung up.

The phone fell from your hands and onto the ground, the screen shattered but you didn't care about that, all you could think about was the fact that your boyfriend of 7 years just broke up with you over the phone. He didn't even have the decency to do it to your face, which is what broke your heart the most. You were losing the battle of holding back your tears, and with a loud sob, you completely broke. People were looking your way but no one came to check on you, not that you'd want them to. The crying didn't slow down for a good 20 minutes, and when it did, you finally looked at your phone, realizing it was damaged beyond repair. ''Shit...'' you whispered when you picked it up. Your phone was due for an upgrade by now, you had this one for nearly 5 years, but it still sucked it had to be like this.

When you went to grab your stuff and get up, you suddenly heard someone call out your name. ''Y/N!'' the voice said, but you didn't pay it much attention, there were probably multiple people with the same name there right now. They walked closer and tried again, ''Y/N, please wait up!'' and when you recognized the voice, your heart broke even more. It was Sebastian, your best friend who you haven't seen in nearly 5 years now. You turn around and when he sees your face, his smile suddenly drops. ''Doll, are you okay?'' he asks and he grabs you into a tight hug, and you start crying all over again. ''S-Seb, I'm s-sorry...'' you start, but he's shushing you and trying to get you to calm down a little bit before you continue.

Your arms wrap around his waist and your head is lying on his shoulder, letting all the emotions come out all at once, everything you've been holding in for so long. The breakup, the temporary move to New York, the loss of your brother-in-law, everything came out when you saw him. And he didn't mind, he would always be there for you no matter what. ''It's okay, doll, I'm here with you. Everything is okay now,'' he said in your hair, giving you soft kisses to calm you down. Once you had calmed down a bit you let go of him and he put his hands softly on the sides of your face, looking into your eyes. Those eyes he hadn't looked into for almost 5 years. The eyes belong to his best friend, the woman he loved more than anything in this world. ''What's wrong? Do you want to talk about it?'' he asks, and you agree.

The two of you decide to go to a coffee shop nearby where you can sit down and warm up a little bit. ''So, how's life been treating you?'' he asks you, holding your hand to ground you a little bit. ''Like absolute shit, to be honest,'' you say with a chuckle. ''You?'' ''Well, it's okay. I just got done filming and I won't have another filming job for a few months, so that's nice, but my ex-girlfriend recently broke up with me, and that is still a very fresh wound. Especially in the spotlight,'' he sighs, thinking back to the moment his ex-girlfriend called it quits after 3 years together, she couldn't get over the relationship the two of you shared. You texted and called often, but since you were both on different schedules all the time, you never saw each other.

''Well, I know the feeling. Just before you found me, my ex-boyfriend broke up with me - over the phone no less,'' you said, tears welling up in your eyes again. ''Jesus Christ, what a sick bastard...'' Sebastian cursed softly, and you couldn't agree more. The waitress brought both your coffees and you thanked her politely before she left to help other customers. ''And if that isn't bad enough, Lily lost her husband 6 months ago in a car accident, and she's not the same since then. It is really taking a toll on her, so I temporarily live with her now,'' you explain. You can see the heartbreak on Sebastian's face. ''I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier, but it didn't feel like something to tell you over the phone or text...'' you said softly. ''That's not what bothers me, doll, what's bothering me is the fact that he's gone, he was such an amazing guy...'' he said, thinking back to him, he had met your brother-in-law a handful of times, and they always got along well.

''Yeah, Lily isn't taking it well either, which is completely understandable of course. So I temporarily live back in New York now, instead of Phoenix. I have to say that I had to get used to the different weather here,'' you say, followed by a soft laugh. Sebastian smiled at you when you said that, making your cheeks burn up a little bit. You move your eyesight somewhere else instead of looking at Sebastian, so he won't see you blush, suddenly your coffee seems very interesting. ''Oh yeah, somehow it slipped my mind that you live there now,'' he said. ''I should come visit you sometime,'' he said, and you agreed.

The both of you talked for another hour and a half about everything and nothing at the same time when your phone suddenly rang. You completely forgot about it and when you pulled it out of your pocket you saw the cracked screen again. ''Shit, I don't think I can use this anymore...'' you said and Sebastian offered his. ''Wanna use mine to call them back?'' he asked and you agreed. It was your sister who called and when she picked up she was surprised it was Sebastian. ''Sebastian? Are you okay?'' she asked. ''Love, it's me. My phone is broken so I'm using Sebastian's for now. Is something going on?'' you asked, worry laced thick throughout your voice.

''I'm okay, but I'm feeling lonely so I was wondering when you'd come home, but if you're with Sebastian it's okay if you stay out some more,'' she said with a little chuckle, she knows how much you missed him. ''How about I take him with me to your apartment? That way we can all catch up together,'' you offered and she agreed. ''See you soon love,'' you said before hanging up and handing the phone back to Sebastian. ''Can we just make a stop before heading home? I think it might be smart to get a new phone...'' you said with a sheepish grin on your face, and Sebastian couldn't help but laugh and agree. He went to pay for the coffee and you went on your way to get a new phone and to your sister's apartment.

At this moment, everything felt right again. You were reunited with your best friend, you were back in your hometown of New York, and you finally had a new phone. Life felt pretty freaking good right now, and you wouldn't change a single thing.

[walkingaftermidnight07]

All I Need is You - Kit Herondale x Ty Blackthorn Oneshot

Hi my lovely humans! I'm back with another oneshot which is very overdue, considering I haven't done one in A WHILE.

This oneshot was inspired by this post thread from the lovely @tys-kitty (hi bestie <3) and the lovely @mayaheronthorn and @queenie-blackthorn and as soon as I saw this I was like. Yes. I have to write it. It's happening. So here I am ;)

word count is abt 1.3k and if you'd like to check out any more of my KitTy oneshots, here are the others!

Balcony oneshot

SOBH Reunion: Kit POV & Ty POV

And here's a KitTy playlist I made a couple months ago linked here

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-Ty-

Ty awoke to a sharp pain in his side.

For a second he panicked, blinking sleep out of his eyes as he tried to adjust to the pitch black around him. He was in the Institute, so there shouldn’t be anything trying to attack him, right?? And yet, he knew that wasn’t necessarily true. It had happened before, when he was only a child. He stuck his hand into his pocket and pulled out his witchlight, and it flared to life around him. And immediately, he relaxed again. There was nothing there, only Kit, who was sleeping next to him. He realized vaguely that Kit had elbowed him. 

He also realized they were far closer than they had been when they’d fallen asleep last night.

He didn’t really get the chance to dwell on it, however, because Kit made a noise in his sleep. A whimper. And he thrashed, his limbs splaying out as he did so.

So that was how Kit had managed to elbow him, Ty thought wryly. Then he frowned. 

Was Kit having a nightmare?

He was, wasn’t he?

Something inside Ty, some part of him that he had always tried to ignore, kicked into gear. He shifted over, sitting back on his knees next to Kit. And he grabbed Kit’s shoulders and shook him as gently as he could.

“Kit, wake up,” Ty whispered. “It’s just a dream. Wake up.”

Kit’s eyes flew open and he moved so quickly that Ty fell back, scrambling away to give Kit space. Kit’s breathing was too fast, and very loud. He sounded like he’d just run a mile, or just been in a fight. Ty wanted so badly to reach out and put his hand on Kit’s chest, and feel his heartbeat as his breathing slowed, to help him calm down. Livvy used to do that for him whenever he was overwhelmed.

“Ty….?” Kit whispered into the darkness. Ty realized he’d dropped his witchlight. He felt around in the dark until he found it again. Kit winced when the bright light shone into his eyes.

“Yes?” Ty responded. He warily moved closer. Kit flinched. He stopped moving. “Are you okay? Was it…did you have a nightmare?”

Kit took a shuddering breath and nodded, his breathing still rapid and uneven. Then he made a choked sound, and Ty realized he was crying.

Kit…crying? Ty’s stomach dropped and he felt his own throat tighten. Kit wasn’t supposed to cry. He…he was supposed to be strong, to be happy. Ty couldn’t stand it. He had to do something.

Almost impulsively he slid over to be next to Kit, so close that their legs were touching. Ty put one hand on Kit’s chest, feeling his heartbeat and took Kit’s hand with the other hand. 

“Breathe, Kit,” He said softly. He felt Kit’s heart skip a beat. It wasn’t slowing down. Why wasn’t it slowing down?

“I—I saw my father,” Kit murmured. “I saw him die. Those—those demons that killed him—And my mother was there. I somehow….I somehow knew how she’d died. I—” He broke off and choked out another sob. Ty squeezed his hand.

“Tell me what I can do to help you, Kit,” Ty said, because now he was scared. He had never been good at comforting people. What if he was only making things worse? “Tell me what you need. Please, Kit.”

“You,” Kit blurted out. “I just need you. Just…stay with me. Please.”

“Me?” Ty sputtered. “Are you sure?”

At that, Kit pulled back. He held Ty’s gaze, which made Ty’s cheeks flush bright pink. He usually couldn’t stand making eye contact with people, but with Kit, he liked it because it meant he could study Kit’s eyes. Kit had beautiful eyes. They were a beautiful blue, and he was constantly getting lost in them.

“I’ve always needed you, Tiberius,” Kit whispered. He put his other hand, the one that Ty wasn’t clinging to, over Ty’s hand on his chest. 

Ty’s heart started beating rapidly, not unlike Kit’s. He tightened his grip on Kit’s hand. “But then…why…” He swallowed, as his voice trailed off. He could hear his voice wavering. “Why did you leave?”

Kit opened his mouth. Then he closed it. He looked away from Ty, and Ty’s heart sank. He could see Kit starting to withdraw, to close himself off from Ty. Like he did that first time. Ty’s whole body ached as he remembered how hopeless and lost that had made him.

Not again, Kit, please. Ty thought to himself. I can’t lose you again. I love you.

“Kit, please,” Ty said aloud.

Kit hesitated. Then he sighed. “Because…I couldn’t be around you. It was too much.”

Ty flinched. Kit noticed and frowned. He squeezed Ty’s hand. Ty clung to Kit’s, afraid he was going to let go. But he didn’t.

“I was…angry. And sad…and embarrassed.” Kit admitted. He let go of Ty’s other hand on his chest to run his fingers through his hair. Ty noticed that Kit seemed kind of shaky. Almost like he was nervous.

“And I just felt like…you didn’t need me…so why was I even there?” Kit added, his voice slow and quiet, like he was forcing himself to say it aloud. “It felt like I needed you so much that I couldn’t breathe…and you didn’t even want me.”

Ty sucked in a breath. Kit…Kit thought he wasn’t wanted?? How was that possible?? Kit was incredible…how could he think he wasn’t wanted??

“Of course I wanted you,” Ty said, like it was obvious. “Kit, how could you think that??”

Kit let out a shaky laugh. “That’s…that’s not what I meant. I—”

“You told me you loved me,” Ty interrupted in a whisper, not unkindly. 

“Yeah,” The other boy whispered. “Yeah, I did. Er…”

“You don’t anymore?” Ty asked him. His lip quivered. He had thought—

“No! No, yes. Yes. Wait, no. I mean–” Kit stuttered, his face turning red. “I do. I still do.”

“You do?” Hope flared up in Ty’s chest. He felt the beginning of a rare smile appear on his face. 

Kit looked sheepish. “I never stopped, Ty. I love you, still. I tried to stop…I tried so hard, you have no idea…but you mean too much to me. It’s always been you, Tiberius Blackthorn.” Kit stared down at their interlaced hands.

Ty blinked, and found that his eyes had filled with tears. He hadn’t even noticed. He let them fall, because he needed to say what he wanted to say before he lost the nerve to. Or before he lost the chance. “I love you, Kit.”

Kit stared at him. “You do?”

“Yes,” Ty said. “I do. I love you. You have no idea how much. I’m not even sure I know how much. I just know that you’ve always been different from anyone else in my life. I always want to know what you’re thinking, I always want to hear your voice. You manage to make me laugh, to make me feel things I’ve never felt before. And you’re incredible, Kit. You really, truly are. I’m lucky to have known you, and I never want to lose you.”

Kit was silent. For a second, Ty was worried that Kit was upset with him, but then he smiled and Ty felt a warm, soft feeling go through him.

Both of them were crying by this point, but neither seemed to care. Ty pulled Kit towards him, putting his arm around Kit’s waist and holding him tightly. Kit’s shirt, which was a sky blue AC/DC shirt, was soft against Ty’s face. Kit’s arms went around him and he felt so, so happy, he couldn’t put it into words or coherent thoughts.

All Ty could think about was that he had Kit back, and he was never letting him go. Ever.

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thx for reading! :D

~ Scarlett

[bmodiwrites]

I saw you reblog the good ol' romance prompts - would you mind doing this one? 'sweat dripping down your faces, newly moved in furniture scattered around the half empty, small house'

Oh boy - I haven't gotten to try dabbling in the future in any of my writing yet. Let's see where this goes -

It'd been silly to think that taking on the process of moving on their own was a good thing. From the very beginning, Eddie doubted the success of a plan made out of an odd desire for independence and both his and Steve's inability to ask for help. They were finally moving into a house of their own, it only made sense to want to do everything that way - on their own.

Then again, when, in all reality, had they really done anything all on their own? Ever since Eddie helped to save the world and got adopted by a pieced together family, being alone just wasn't on the agenda.

Especially not when he found his forever person in Steve Harrington. Eddie had no idea of the extent in which Steve parented all of the kids he claimed to be his friends. And despite the fact that they all had their own parental figures, Steve harped on them and encouraged them and took care of them like any parent would. Eddie quickly came to realize that Steve Harrington was surrounded by at least one miniature teenager at all times, and if he wasn't, he'd very quickly be bombarded by the whole group of them. Dating Steve was kind of like dating a single parent. It took a bit of getting used to but Eddie's their unofficial second dad now, so the inconvenience of their presence has long gone by the wayside.

Which, when he took the time to think about it after the second heavy box he needed to put down for a rest, meant they all should be here now, helping their parents move into their first home together. They already made the decision to do everything theirselves, though, so Eddie took a couple of extra minutes of break and got back to it. They didn't have that much stuff, anyway -

Eddie quickly found out that, though the quantity of things they were moving in wasn't all that grand, the size of the items they did have more than made up for it. By the time they got the couch out of the rented moving truck, Eddie knew Steve regretted the decision they made to be so independent just as much as he did. Just one extra set of hands would be absolutely perfect right about now. Eddie toughed out the couch but demanded a break the second he was able. "Steve, baby, I need a break. I haven't done this much physical activity - maybe ever," Eddie said as he slumped down onto the couch.

Steve huffed out a breath, his shoulders slumping. "I didn't think getting us into this tiny house was going to be so much work." He sat down heavily next to Eddie. "Do you think it's too late to call the kids?" Steve tilted his head to better look at Eddie, his brown eyes widening. It was too much, that look - even after being together for almost five years, Eddie still couldn't stand the impact of it.

Reaching out to fiddle with some of the hair sticking to Steve's sweaty forehead, Eddie hummed in answer. "They might be busy. We did tell them not to bother us all weekend." His lips quickly turned up in a grin because they both knew their now adult kids would crash the party whenever they deemed it most appropriate. In all the years of coparenting, Eddie hadn't ever wished for that to be sooner rather than later; he supposed there was a first time for everything.

A few minutes past where Eddie and Steve simply existed with each other. Eddie's hands were fiddling with the white gold band Steve had around his left ring finger - he'd taken to spinning it around thoughtlessly while they sat together. It was silly, exchanging rings in a time when they still couldn't really be married. Yet, seeing that possessive mark upon Steve's finger never stopped being the single greatest sight. Eventually, when the time allowed it, Eddie would make Steve his husband. Until then, the ring as a symbol would have to do. It felt real enough, anyway.

Eddie was brought out of his thoughts by the loud thumping of a car door being closed. He sat up a little bit, looking excitedly towards the doorway. For once (that he'd willingly admit to, anyway), Eddie was ecstatic to see their door open without any preamble - Dustin, despite the many warnings they gave him over the years, still ducked his head and headed into their territory without second thought or worry of the consequences. This time around, however, both he and Steve were glad to see his smiling face walking through the door.

"We've come to help you stubborn assholes," Dustin said instead of a greeting, spreading his arms open wide like his presence wasn't already loud enough. The rest of the crew filled in behind him a little more sheepishly. Everyone but El and Mike were still kicking it around Hawkins - they were bravely trying to make a life together work out in California. So, Steve and Eddie still saw almost all the kids a lot.

Dustin and Lucas were home for summer break from Indiana State, both working at the brand new cinema in town. Max ran the arcade while taking classes at the nearest community college, while Will followed in Hopper's footsteps and started a career in law enforcement. The only kid in their group of adoptees still stuck in the confines of her youth was Erica - though her potential was boundless and Eddie couldn't wait to see what she did with her life after graduation later that year. They were all great humans and even better kids - especially in their rare moment of need.

With all of the extra sets of hands and strength to spare, Eddie and Steve had all of their things spread out around their new house in no time. Despite all of the peanut gallery suggestions of where to put things and how to decorate, Eddie was glad to have them around for such a monumental occasion happening between him and Steve.

Sure, their initial idea of doing it all themselves was a great one - it was nice to think about taking such a big step together on their own like that. Yet, in a lot of ways, it didn't make much sense. The collection of humans now sprawled out all over their house was a permanent fixture in their lives - stepping into a new version of that didn't change anything. Now that they weren't having to work around Steve's parents or Eddie's uncle Wayne, there'd be more freedom for their younger pals to be around much more often. The prospect of Eddie and Steve having their own space to flourish and bloom wasn't a deterrent but a homing beacon, instead. Their kids now had a place that could genuinely be a second home for them.

A soft brush against his arm had Eddie looking up from the trance he'd been stuck in - Steve was there next to him, smiling lightly. "You've got smoke coming out of your ears. Want to talk about it?" Steve asked the question as he leaned forward to brush a quick kiss to Eddie's cheek. His hand lingered, though, the palm of it heavy on Eddie's jaw.

"I'm just happy to be home," Eddie said easily, leaning into Steve's touch. He closed his eyes and tried to commit the moment to memory. There, in a house that he and Steve were paying for together, surrounded by noises and conversation of the people he loved, Eddie was happy. Completely. Blissfully. Without fail. There were only a handful of moments like this one and Eddie didn't want to forget a single second.

Of course, the serenity of the moment was ruined by a shift on the couch and the sudden presence of Max and Lucas attacking him and Steve like sitting prey in the water. By the time Eddie caught his breath from laughing so hard, the pile had become five fully grown humans deep, each one more squirmy and annoying than the last. As he lied there panting, Eddie thanked whatever was above for the family he got to call his own.

It truly was so goddamn good to be home.

Good Ol' Romance Prompts

[becomingdarla]

May 2 2024 - 2011 hours

Today was actually kind of decent? At my first job I had a skill that was pretty easy to do. Just running larger items to where they needed to be. Then I slowly made my way through my visits from my second job and aside from one lady giving me a hard time it went smoothly. Then I came home, logged all the data and made dinner. I haven't had a chill day like this in some time. Didn't even know they were possible really. I had a lot os space to think on the student protests at various universities today and I feel for these students. Like all you're saying is that you don't want your university to support a genocidal entity and they call the police on you like seriously? I'm not even shocked just very disappointed. Because we keep getting shown time and time again that those in charge will mobilize to protect the status quo so quickly. I also didn't realize how much influence Israel had over the US. Like its fascinating how little I and most others knew about this. It al goes hand and hand too. Israel wants to do an old fashioned colonialism and the OG Colonials step in to say "Sure thats fine" and the people are like "Nah bro" and the governments point a finger and say youre making trouble so must be silenced. Then here come the police in their riot gear, probably giddy at the idea of cracking open someone's skull and getting paid overtime for it. All the while the mainstream news media goes back and forth on what image they want to portray because they want to simultaneously want to piss off and assuage everyone because a hard line on ethics and morals isn't drawn anywhere near here. Its a shame man. Thinking back on myself I'm constantly remembering my few years as a right leaning guy. Center right really. You could probably find the blog where I used to reblog and agree with all that shit. Its cringe now sure but it has its effects. People watched me share these ideas, they watched me agree with them. I'm gonna be thinking about it the next few days...

[zyafics]

play fake | part four

masterlist

pairing rafe cameron x female reader

summary when rafe cameron needs to secure a girlfriend in order for his father to see him as a stable man, he enlists the help of a bartender who wants nothing to do with him.

content series, 18+, eventual smut, angst, jealousy, fake dating trope, ward cameron being a bad father, rafe and sarah rivalry — reader type hyper-independent, people pleaser, smart mouth, stands on business, mysterious past — rafe's characterization insecure, possessive + jealous person, asshole, mood swings

zya's notes thank u for all your lovely comments and reblogs, i love reading them sm! this one is going to be a long one too, so please enjoy <3

dedication also, this chapter is for @rivaiken iykyk ;)

The next couple of days have been radio silence. You don't try to communicate with Rafe and he doesn't try to communicate with you. You just throw yourself into your work, scolding to yourself how this was such a bad idea.

It wasn't meant to be a fuck relationship. It was meant to be fake. Nothing more than public displays of affection and going on to ignore each other behind the scenes. Rafe, himself, said that he wanted to continue doing all the shit he's doing now, just with you as a shielded layer of protection against his father.

Whenever you think back to that moment in the country club bathroom, your stomach recoils. Not because of the sex, but because of how willing you are. You always saw yourself as an independent person. Someone who can handle your own needs. You had to be; you grew up with no parental guidance and raised two younger sisters. You take care of people, you think of others. You handle everything yourself.

But you remember you were deep on your knees, ready to give him anything; when you were splay against the counter, begging him to make you come. God, you feel embarrassed by your own desire.

Maybe it's the control. Maybe it's because you're so used to it in the real world, for once, you want to give the reins to someone else. Especially in the bedroom. And Rafe perfectly takes it.

The only problem is he doesn't give it back.

Asshole.

You're behind the counter, telling Miranda about the new backlog of orders that the system hasn't placed, and a spill in one of the corners, when the bell rings, signaling the entrance of another customer.

"I'll be right with you!" You shout over your shoulders, quickly summarizing the last of the tasks for Miranda before turning to the new customer who walked in.

You plastered on your service smile, ready to take their orders.

Only to realize it was Rafe.

Your smile drops.

"What do you want, Rafe?" You ask pointedly, setting the towel down on the counter as he slides into the seat before you, a casual demeanor to his own presence.

"I need you to play the part again." He says, without so much as an apology or acknowledgement to what happened the other night. "It worked. My dad likes you."

"That's great," your voice is empty of emotions. "Are you coming here to tell me about what a perfect plan you made?"

"No," he shakes his head. "I need you to attend a party with me."

"Business?"

"No, at my house."

Your answer is immediate. "No," you say, shaking your head. "Can't make it."

"You don't even know what it is about."

"Let me guess," you cross your arms, pretending to ponder. "Your dad trusts you enough with me, so if he sees you and me at your party, he would assume I'll be able to control you and you won't push yourself over the edge?"

His reply is silent. That's how you know you're right.

"Guess my Pogue brain caught up fast enough."

You turn around to grab a small glass, pouring out a shot of tequila on the table before tipping your head backwards and taking it all in without a chaser. You need it for whatever this conservation is about to go. "I won't be able to go. I have a double shift."

"I haven't told you the day yet."

"I have double shifts all week," you declare sharply, the bitter taste burning your throat. You squint your eyes for a moment, readjusting, before you find his gaze again.

"I'll pay you."

"God, is this party that important?" You huff out of astonishment at his persistence. "The answer is still no. I don't want your money."

Rafe's brows furrow together. He doesn't understand why you're acting so cold to him. He came in with a good proposition; you wouldn't have to do any of those silly dinners with his father, all you had to do was make an appearance at a party long enough to satiate Ward and then you can do whatever the hell you want. Why are you being so difficult?

"What the fuck is your problem? Why do you have such an attitude?"

You laugh, abruptly, because this is so ironic and humorous to you that the sound rips out. The reckless prince, the man who received a collegiate degree from UNC Chapel Hill doesn't know what a Pogue is thinking.

You don't answer him, deciding to take one of the tasks off of Miranda's hands and clean up the spill yourself. It’s better than being cornered by Rafe. You move to the other side of the counter for the flip-door exit, stepping out from behind the booth.

Heading to the back to grab the supplies, Rafe follows you. Once you step into the backdoor, grabbing the mop, he slips in behind you, blocking the exit.

"You gonna talk or just avoid me all day again?"

You scoff. "That's rich coming from you."

His forehead wrinkles. He truly doesn't know. "What the fuck are you goin' on about?"

Having enough, you throw your arms out in frustration. "I'm talking about the fact that you're the one who fucked me in a bathroom after some problem with your dad," you snap, lashing out from all your pent-up anger. "You refused to talk to me. All you did was used me as your fucking toy."

He staggers back for a moment. Before a cruel smile appears on his lips.

"I remember you were begging for it."

You slap him.

It was so unprecedented, without thought, that it shocked the both of you. The next few seconds were quiet, too quiet, like it was a live wire waiting to spark.

Your voice is calm, almost deadly. "I want you to leave."

His anger comes back tenfold. It's almost a match made in hell; how your rage matches his, how he doesn't back down—but neither do you.

You were going to drive each other insane.

And some sick part of you liked it.

"When have I ever fucking talked to you, Pogue?" He snaps back with dark fury. "We're barely even friends. If I want to fuck you, and you let me, I'm taking it."

"Whenever you had a problem with your dad, you came to me, in this bar," you gesture out to the door. "You talked. I listened. That was the deal."

"We never said that in our relationship."

"Well, I'm putting it in," you declare. Approaching him, stepping a foot closer to close in the distance between the two of you. He doesn't move. He doesn't waver. He watches your step with heavy breathes, dark eyes. In a low breath, you warn, "you want to fuck other people? Fine. I don't care. You do that. They aren't the ones sticking with you, helping you with your dad. They don't have to carry the weight of you being you."

You know the last line was a hard hit, but it was true. You were tired of being seen as another Pogue, someone on the bottom of the litter meant to be used and thrown away. You need to make your stance firm.

"But if you want to fuck me," you conclude, pointing to yourself, "you talk to me, first."

He says nothing. Your anger is filling your adrenaline. It could also be the tequila. Whatever it is, you don't know what provoked you to say the next sentence.

"I wasn't on the pill, goddammit."

For a moment, sobriety reigns over Rafe's features. His eyes widened. "Did you—"

"I bought a Plan B, you asshole." You cut him off, not wanting him to think you're too stupid to think of the consequences. You knew. That's why you told him to pull out. "I wasn't going to carry your babies in me. But, it was expensive. Do you know how much that cost out of my paycheck?"

To him, that may seem like nothing. Nothing more than scraps rolling around his room, in his pockets that he could spare. But for you? That's money that could've gone to paying off your debt, to helping Sailor, to taking care of your siblings.

He remains silent.

You continue.

"You cover for me however you want. You host that party if you want to so fucking badly. But I can't do it. I have work."

You push past Rafe and he lets you, grabbing the mop out of the corner and stepping back into the open atmosphere of your bar. You may hate the noise that comes from the place, but it was better than being suffocated in a room with him.

Rafe quietly follows after you after you return behind the counter.

He looked like he wanted to say something more, but his words were not coming out. His gaze flicks to you, jaw clenched.

"I... I didn't know," his voice is a whisper, almost indistinguishable, that you can't help but let out a bitter chuckle.

"Yeah," you agree. "Because you refused to talk to me."

He says nothing, muted by his own anger, looking down at his hands, before he walks out of the bar. He doesn't bid farewell and you don't expect him to. All you know is he's going to get shit-faced soon and you had nothing to do with it.

—

As you are helping your little sister with her math homework—where all her struggles were about multiplication tables and recognizing whether a fraction is improper—you miss the early days of your life. Where you don't have to think about anything else.

About the bills. About the loans. About how to take care of your siblings.

About a stupid Kook prince you can't get out of your mind.

Your baby sister is seated on the couch, reading some children's book that you made a couple of years ago, stringed together with yarns and colored pencils. Her delicate voice echoes through the joint living room, sounding out the words on her own as she heard you read them million of times before.

Your sister, Amara, pulls you back to reality as she taps your arm, pointing to her problem on the kitchen counter that she's struggling with. She points to the question, reciting her logic of how she got there, and you return with praising her thought process but reminding her of her multiplication tables.

"Ohhhh," her voice drags, giggling at the realization. "I see."

You chuckle softly, laying your chin on her small shoulder and picking up your phone off the counter. While she fixes her mistake, you scroll through social media.

A notification flashes at the top of your screen.

topperthornton: hey

Why the fuck is another Kook sliding into your DMs?

you: hello?

He quickly responds, asking if you are your name.

you: why?

topperthornton: idk if u know but rafe is hosting a party tn

you: so i heard

topperthornton: well, you should come

you: i don't think so, white boy

topperthornton: it's rafe.. he's asking about u

Something in your chest sputters. You pretend it's not your heart.

you: ?? for what

You hope you didn't come off too eager. You don't want to be. You should be pissed, goddammit, but something about knowing Rafe, drunk right now, is thinking about you, makes you weak.

You hate it.

topperthornton: idk what happened between the two of u but he's drunk and crossed out of his mind and he's just been rambling about u

You stare at the text for a hot minute, before another one follows.

topperthornton: u need to come immediately

Fucking hell.

You know you shouldn’t. You just came out of a long, tiresome shift. You have siblings to take care of. You have a math problem that has yet been corrected. But, something in your chest caves. The idea that Rafe needs help, that he's asking for you specifically, and you aren't coming? Makes you uneasy. 

You have to go.

There's no other way around it.

Scrambling, you pull your Amara off your lap as you run out the door and race down the block. When you stop in front of Pope's house, you pound your fist against the door, praying someone is home.

It's Pope.

"Hey," he greets. "What's up?"

"I know this is last minute but I need you to watch the kids," you announce breathlessly. His eyes follow you, concerned.

"Everything okay?"

"It's fine," you wave off. "I just have to go somewhere and I don't know how long I'll be. Amara is doing her math homework and Leilani is just reading a book. They're really sweet, I promise."

Pope laughs you off casually. "I know," he says with a smile. "I've babysat them before."

"So," you string the words together slowly, hoping your anxiety isn't coming off too strong. You don't want Pope to feel obligated. "Can you... do it?"

He nods. "Of course. Pogues help each other out."

You smile, pulling him into a quick hug, before handing him the spare key to your house. He heads over to take care of your siblings while you run to your beaten-down car, reversing out the road.

When you arrived at Tannyhill, you truly underestimated how large the party was going to be. People crowded all over, dancing, swinging, just having a reckless and wild time at Rafe Cameron's place. While you know you should be slightly embarrassed by the long pajama pants and braless baggy tee you're wearing right now, feeling overdressed, you step out of the car and head inside.

Topper spots you at the porch.

"Thank God," he mumbles under his breath. "He's been out of it."

You wonder if Topper knows about your arrangement with Rafe.

"Yeah," you nod. "Where is he?"

"I put him in his room with some water but I gotta tell you, he's wasted. Some of the things he says... may not be tasteful."

You scoff. We've already crossed that bridge. "I think I'll be fine."

Without another word, Topper pulls away and you head up the familiar stairs of the estate, descending down the hallway you were here just days ago. It feels, for some reason, like a lifetime since you visited.

You knock on the door, twice, to no answer. Deciding to go for it—praying you won't walk into some lewd act—you step into the room to find it peacefully quiet. Rafe laid out on the mattress, his eyes closed.

You scan the room, trying to see if there's any destruction—any thrown chairs or broken bottles—to find everything in the same condition as you visited prior. The only difference is a pink bag, sitting in his drawer with a bouquet of flowers sticking out.

Your stomach twists in jealousy as you wonder who that could be for. At what fool is receiving such gifts or who gave him such.

When you peek inside, you notice a couple of things: a white envelope, a bundle of red tulips, and like ten-plus stacks of Plan B.

You stiffen your laugh. You realize the fool is you.

Butterflies erupt in your stomach.

The bed creaks and you jump at the sound, seeing Rafe pulling himself up on the mattress into a sitting position, rubbing his eyes to clear his vision, before he finds you, standing in front of him.

He says your name. He thinks he's hallucinating from the drugs.

"Yeah," you nod, cautiously approaching him as his glazed eyes follow your every move. "It's me."

"I thought you said you had a double shift."

He didn't mean for his words to come off so sharp.

"I locked up an hour ago." You explain, brushing past his aggravation.

Rafe nods at your explanation, but his movements are sluggish. Lag. He truly is out of it. You're surprised he went this hard.

His head hangs, staring at his lap, before he asks quietly. "What are you doing here?"

You shrug. You don't know either. You thought he needed help. The idea of him asking for you, but you weren't there for him, kills something inside of you. But, you can't say that. Not after everything you said to him. Not after what this relationship is based on.

You are nothing more than a fake girlfriend.

"Topper said you needed help," you evade any sense of responsibility. Of care. "He texted me."

His jaw clenches, and he looks up at you. "Top has your number?"

"No. He found my Instagram," you answer, wondering if that is jealousy you hear. But, you settle that it can't possibly be the case. "He DM'd me and I came over."

Now it's your turn to be vulnerable.

"I thought you needed help."

Rafe scoffs, bitterly, running a hand through his tousled hair. "Unless you can get this headache out of my heart, I don't think there's much you can do, sweetheart."

You nod, your feet shift to the door, ready to leave. If this is all, if that's all Topper is worried about, Rafe should be fine.

"Come here."

You find yourself listening. Again. Your feet pads against the hardwood floor as you streamline over to him, stopping just in front of his legs hanging off the ledge of the mattress. His head tilts up to meet your gaze; his cloudy blue eyes staring back at you. You bite back a thought.

"I know something that would make me feel better."

You scoff at the suggestive tone. "Let me guess: fuck?"

"Sit on my lap."

You hesitate for a moment. You don't want to be another fuck. But, when his hand lands on the side of your thigh, gentle and earnest, you relent.

Slowly, you settle onto Rafe's lap, both legs on either side of his waist. Your body facing him, and despite him in the lower position, he meets you at eye level.

"Better?" You tilt your head, watching his shoulders unwind every-so-slightly.

"Much." He murmurs, his eyes tracing your face. "God, you're gorgeous."

You flush, knocking a weak palm against his broad shoulder. "Shut up," you say, feeling anything but. You're wearing scraps for clothing, something you planned to go straight to bed—not attend an extravagant party hosted by one of the island's finest.

"I'm fucking serious." He snaps, but his voice doesn't have that hard edge. You blame that on the alcohol too. "I saw all those girls tonight. And yet, here you are, in your fucking pajamas and getting me hard."

You scoff, turning away. "So it does lead back to sex."

"No, it means that they pale in comparison to you," he cups your chin, gently, pulling your gaze back to him. "I'm serious, sweetheart. Believe me."

You're afraid that if you move up against his lap, coming closer, you would feel his erection. Not to mention, if you do, you don't know if you're going to start dry-humping him like you did the other day. But, you remain firm on your stance.

You're not going to let him fuck you unless he talks to you.

The atmosphere thins into a silence, as you take in the low hums of the downstairs party blasting in distant music.

"How was the party?" You ask, probing for a conversation starter. "Was it everything you dreamed of?"

He scoffs. "You're looking at it. I basically drank and smoked until I got sick."

His vices. At least you didn't have to hear about the women he hooked up with, if that's the case. Something deep inside of you hope there isn't.

You nod silently, finding your fingers tracing the outline of his shoulders, your nails scraping against his hot skin and trailing up the crook of his neck. Rafe lets his eyes flutter close for a moment, breathing in a shaky breath.

"Don't do that."

"Why?" You ask, genuinely curious. "I'm just tracing."

"Because anything from you right now feels good," he confesses quietly, and your breath caught in your throat. You hand stills. "Fuck, don't stop."

"You're going to have to give me one signal here, Rafe," you roll your eyes. "You can't say green and red light at the same time."

He pauses for a moment. Contemplating your words.

"Green," he whispers. "Definitely green."

You return to your outline of Rafe's silhouette. He lets you. He says nothing as you follow down to the curve of his arms, skimming against his defined biceps and the muscles instinctively flex under your touch. It made you smile. You pretend you aren't proud of it.

This is done in complete silence.

Then, out of nowhere, Rafe confesses, "I shouldn't have touched you like that."

You freeze. You knew immediately what he was referring to.

"I—I was out of it. I took it out on you."

He still doesn't get it.

You abandon your artwork and use both hands to cup the underside of his jaw, forcing him to tilt his gaze and look up at you. With a sigh, you say, "that wasn't the problem." Your eyes study his face, "it was the fact that you didn't talk to me or explain to me what happened."

His gaze is broken; so incredibly so. The whites of his irises are a faint shade of red, bringing out the deep set of his blue eyes.

"I need to know these things, Rafe." You continue gently. "It's not about me being nosy, or a bitch, or anything. If I'm getting into something with you, I need to know the full picture so I can help you." You swallow your voice as you mumble out the next one. "So you can help me."

You hope he doesn't know the strain in your tone, how hard it was to say those words. You hope he doesn't press on it.

"Okay." Rafe nods, dipping his chin into your palms. "I get it."

"Easier said than done, darling."

Rafe knows it is. He's been struggling to string words together before you came into his life, much less with you in it. But, he was willing to try.

He begins at the dinner. With a stumbled start, he explains how Ward doesn't think he was good enough for you.

You stop him to ask questions. "He said that?"

"No," Rafe shakes his head. "But it's the look on his face. It's—the way he acted. You should've seen how he looked at me when he complimented you, like I'll never compare."

You frown at those words; you didn't even notice.

When he satisfied your questions, Rafe continued on with his story. Rambling further. Each word spilling out easier than the last. He assumed it's because of the alcohol, or the drugs, or perhaps it was neither altogether and it was just you. All in all, he knew.

It was easiest to talk to you.

It reminded him of the bar. He put himself in that setting. His words tumbles out of him with the impression that you won't share it with anyone else. The idea that you were just you, a bartender, who probably had to deal with this shit a thousand-times-over with other talkative customers. That it was you, who he is confessing a vulnerable part to, without the retaliation of judgment.

Rafe breakdowns the comments Ward made. The little conversation they shared after dinner, when you were helping with the caterers. Your clothes. It all became too much to him; like he was the problem. That nothing he did was good enough. His mind was spiraling by that time and having nothing else to pour it into—the drinks, the drugs, the partying—all he had was you.

And he used that to his advantage.

You listen intently, nodding along and following his words without further interruption. Only on things you truly need to clarify. When he finished, even with his incoherent noises and words, something in his chest lightens. It feels more at peace.

You stare at him for a few moments, digesting the information. A protectiveness forms in the pit against your stomach because fuck Ward, you decided. Sure, there may have been admiration from your end about his ability to become a Kook but that means shit now. You hate how he treats Rafe. You hate how you didn't notice.

"God, your dad is a dick."

Rafe doesn't agree like you expect him to. His gaze hardens, like he can't stand you insulting him. You realized, in that moment, you crossed a line. That he may harbor all these hurt and anger and resentment, at the end of the day, it's still his father.

"Sorry," you mumble softly. "I didn't mean it like—"

"I know what you mean."

That came out with an edge.

You swallow, deciding that you should leave. Maybe you being here isn't the right decision. Your legs are starting to cramp from their overstretched position and the inside of your thighs burn from the overuse. You peel your hands off his shoulders and slowly will yourself off of Rafe's lap.

"I should go," you declare, glancing at the exit.

Something in his chest tightens. He wasn't mad. He just wasn't used to regulating his emotions, especially about his father. All he knows is that he doesn't want you to leave.

"Wait," Rafe declares as you pause in front of his bedroom door. He stammers for an excuse. "I never made you come."

Your eyes slightly widen from the suggestion. "It's fine," you say, even though, in that moment, a small part of you hated him for that. "I... I finished myself off when I got home."

The image of you, in your bed, alone, touching yourself to relieve your aches, does something to him. Both in guilt and in arousal.

"No," he raises from his bed, approaching you. Now, with him standing on his own two feet, he towers over you—dominating and intimidating. "It's only fair. I should give back."

"Rafe," you place a hand on his chest, laughing awkwardly, because you don't know how you feel about him pleasuring you. "It's fine. It's not a tit-for-tat thing. You don't owe me anything."

He feels frustrated again. That's not what he meant.

"Fine." He snaps. "You want my words? I want to make you come. I want you to feel as good as I did that day."

You stare at him, the air stolen from your lungs, not knowing what to say. Then, suddenly, an idea occurs to you and a sly smile rises to your lips.

"You want to help me come?" You ask sweetly, watching as he nods his head like an obedient dog. "Okay."

Your hands travel down to the hem of his pants, to his belt, and unbuckle them. Rafe's face conveys surprise, that you're so eager to accept, and when you pull out the leather strap, you stop. Just for a moment, you glance back, asking in confirmation. "My pleasure, right?"

He doesn't know what you're trying to do, but he nods anyway.

"Turn around."

Rafe does what you say. You take both of his wrists into one of your hands—a struggle that Rafe had to assist with—and pins them behind his back. Using the belt, you tie them together.

"Sweetheart..." His voice is low, unsure of how you're able to proceed, but the arousal travels through his body at the uncertainty.

"Trust me." You whisper, buckling them into a firm lock. When you walk back around to face Rafe, your panties dampen at the sight before you: him, standing tall, with his arms pinned behind him, almost helpless. "Sit."

Rafe takes the seat on the desk chair you pulled out, his bounded arms touching the back of the seat as his focus is pinned on you, standing before his bed.

You let out a shaky breath, excitement bubbling in your stomach at the idea of what's about to happen, before your fingers hook to the band of your pants, slowly pulling them down to your ankles. He watches every little move; like a strip tease catered specifically for him. Something he can see. Something he can't touch.

Rafe can feel his erection hardens in his jeans.

"What are you doing?" Rafe's voice is rough and once you step out of your pants, revealing the white panties underneath, he groans at the sight.

"I'm going to make myself feel good," you declare evenly, trying to calm your racing heart, "and you're going to watch."

His Adam's apple bobs. "How do I help?"

"I look at you as I do."

A complaint lodged in his throat but you caught it before he proceeded. "My pleasure, right?" You remind him, to which he, with great reluctance, nods.

You leave your shirt on, deciding it would be unnecessary to take off, and settle down on his bed. Your back pressed against the mattress, you position yourself comfortably in a way that allows Rafe to watch.

And he's watching.

"Are you going to use your fingers?" Rafe asks, deciding that he needs to talk to keep him sane.

"Mhm," you answer, spreading your legs. Arousal licks up your stomach as you feel the cool air brushes the inside of your thighs, raising goosebumps against your skin. You feel the urge to laugh to dispel some discomfort in your body, at how intense Rafe is studying you, but you choose not to. "I might only use two. It'll be tight."

Fuck, Rafe thought.

With a tentative hand, you brush your fingers against your panties, feeling your wetness forming a spot. The light touches ignites heat in your core and your eyes flutter close for a second.

"Look at me." Rafe commands, trying to regain some control. It doesn't work, but you listen anyway.

You watch him as you continue to stroke yourself, pressing against your clothed pussy, not quite entering, as a light coat of your slick covers your fingers. You tip your head back with a small moan.

"Sweetheart," he groans, "stop torturing yourself."

When he truly means to stop torturing him.

You pull your hand back and stuff your fingers into your mouth to cover with saliva, tasting the faintness of your arousal, before returning back to your pussy. Pushing the drenched fabric to the side, a forefinger slips inside easily.

A whimper escapes you, your back arching slightly from the intrusion of your touch. Rafe's breath hitches in his throat as he watches you steadily pump yourself, in-and-out with one digit. You focus on your own pleasure, how good it feels, with the heightened sensitivity of Rafe's attention all on you.

And he's fucking hard.

Rafe watches as you spread your wet folds, slipping in another finger to your tight cunt. It kills him that he can't do anything about it. 

"I bet my fingers would fill you more," he offers seductively, trying to remind you of his existence. That he can do it too. You laugh softly, not taking the bait. "What are you thinking about?"

"How good this feels," you whisper, hearing the sound of your wetness squelching in the air. You mewl. "You."

Rafe grunts at the confession. You try to keep your eyes set on him, to remember what you're doing, who you're doing it with, but the build-up is causing you to lose control and makes you close your eyes.

"Eyes." He demands, his voice sharper than before. You open them with great resistance, each second longer is a struggle to keep them focused on him. 

"Oh, god," you moan, quickening your pace as you connect your gaze with Rafe. The way he looking at you right now. It reminds you of the night at Topper's house, the time in the country club's bathroom. "Yes, yes, fuck."

He can't stand this. He's straining against his jeans, his cock painfully hard without any relief, while his wrists are bound and reddened by how tight you locked him in. How he's pushing against the leather, trying to break free.

You close your eyes again in pleasure. Your orgasm is getting close.

Rafe swallows hard. "You feelin' good, sweetheart?"

You nod eagerly, flicking your gaze back to him. "You enjoying the view?"

He clenches his jaw, not responding, but you can tell. The impressive outline of his bulge against his pants, how hungry his eyes are. How much he wants you.

It lights something carnal within you. You start to pump harder and faster inside your pussy, your moan growing louder and without inhibition; Rafe's very own porn show in front of him.

He has enough.

"I need to touch you." Rafe declares desperately, rising from his chair, his eyes never straying from the perfect image of you, on his bed, fucking yourself, writhing in ecstasy. "Come on, sweetheart, I can—fuck—I can make you feel so much better."

He's bargaining, goddammit.

A small laugh leaves you, mixed in with the sound of your own pleasure, and you don't acknowledge his comment. His pleads. He steps forward, closing the distance between the two of you.

Rafe growls out your name.

You glance up at him through a heavy-lidded gaze. "Hmm?" You say innocently, pulling your hand out of your pussy. His eyes glance down at your slickness glistening off your fingers, his chest tightening.

"Say yes." He demands weakly, his voice rough and filled with so much restraint, like he's seconds away from losing it. "Tell me I can touch you."

You pull yourself to your knees, bending before him, your smile full of satisfaction. "You want me that badly, baby?"

He doesn't even bother denying it anymore. "Yes."

"My pleasure, right, baby?"

"Fuck, yes," he groans. "Please."

You grin, bringing your wet fingers to his mouth and pressing it against his full lips. He takes you in, sucking your arousal clean from your hand, his eyes still on yours, and you, finally, finally nod.

"You can touch me."

Rafe breaks his belt buckle in one swift motion, surprising you, before his hands immediately cover your body, grabbing at any flesh he can find. His mouth claims yours, pulling you into a hungry kiss and pushing you back against the mattress as his weight pins you down.

"You can't get enough of me." You tease, moaning at how good he tastes, how you can taste yourself on him, and your fingers find his hair. When he breaks, his hard eyes land on your face.

"You don't know how fucking badly I want to punish you right now," he confesses lowly, his hand lowering to the space between your legs. "For torturing me like that."

"It doesn't feel good, does it?"

Rafe scoffs, capturing your cheeks in one large hand, squeezing them together. He runs the pad of his thumb across your bottom lip, mumbling, "this fucking mouth."

You provoke further. "You love it."

He doesn't answer you, silencing himself with a bruising kiss against your lips and sucking all the air out of your lungs. When his hand lands on your pussy, his fingers begin to run tight circles around your clit, causing you to arch into him.

"Oh, god," you moan into his mouth as he swallows the sound. Breaking from the kiss to glance down, he watches at how responsive your body is, how you're writhing under his touch, and smirks.

"Feels good?"

"So good," you whisper needily, "please keep doing that."

Rafe descends down your body, kissing a trail from the navel of your stomach to your wet cunt, aching and waiting just for him. "I'm going to make you come on my fingers, tongue, and face. Think you can do that for me, sweetheart?"

He doesn't give you time to answer, covering his mouth over your swollen nub and sucks.

"Oh, fuck," your hips involuntarily bucks against his face. He grins against your pussy, in satisfaction, at how good he's making you feel. At how good you taste. To be denied of this, for the past hour, was torture. He wants to pleasure and punish you, all in one. "Don't stop, don't stop."

Your legs wrap around his head in a lock as he ascends you towards your peak, slipping two thick fingers into your pussy. The size makes your walls clench around them. Rafe groans, the vibration against your clit pushing you further into your climax.

"Please don't stop, please." You moan in desperation, afraid of him pulling out again, tipping your head back against his pillows, your fingers gripping his hair harder. Rafe twists his fingers, entering at a new angle, allowing the cool sensation of his ring against your hot cunt and amplifies your sensitivity.

"I'm not going anywhere, baby."

Rafe quickens his pace, his fingers thrusting in with precision and hitting all the right spots. In addition, he slurps harder, tonguing your clit in a way that causes stars to blanket your vision. Writhing in pleasure, you moan and whimper, racing towards your orgasm. 

"Come for me," he commands, feeling your walls twitching towards a desperate end, “let me hear my girl."

You release with a heavy cry, coming on his face and slumping back against the bed from pure exhaustion. Combined with the day you had, the double shifts you've been pulling, and the incredible orgasm you're given, all you want to do is sleep.

"Get up," Rafe declares, but you don't move. "Come on, sweetheart."

"Give me five minutes," you yawn, holding out five fingers while your eyes flutter. "I just need to..."

You don't finish your sentence, closing your eyes for a brief moment. That's what you tell yourself, and the last thing you remember before you fall completely in your slumber. 

★ part five ★

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Baby I need a part two for danger lusting you can’t leave me hanging like that I want that reward 😩😩

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Hello again, loves! I apologize for being inactive because I was busy with matters regarding school and academics (being a college student is just so tiring LMFAO) I wasn't expecting the first part to actually blow up and just wanted to leave it like that but I saw all of your comments, messages, reblogging stuff and I decided to actually make a part two as soon as I finished my stuff from school. From the bottom of my heart, thank you all so so much! Cheers to my 58 follower count! <3

If you haven't read the first part, here's the link! DANGER LUSTING (Pt. 1)

Tags: AFAB READER, CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP! Gojo as your teacher (holy shit , i mean yeah? why not?) cervix fucking, creampie, dacryphilia, voyeurism, dumb fucking (yeah, i had to) dom!Mentor Gojo x sub!Student reader, a bit of degrading (come on, what's smut if we don't have this even a little bit of degrading?) shower sex, lavatory sink fucking (YEAH), mirror sex, hand job, blow job, throat fucking, face fucking, oral sex, rough sex, praising (you deserve it.), age gap (he's your mentor) I think that's it?

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It has been two weeks now since the said trip of your instructor and mentor, Gojo Satoru. As what you've heard he's at Kyoto doing some 'sorcerers' job or whatever that stuff was. And it has been also two weeks ever since that interaction you had with him.

Up until now, the interaction somewhat drove you either flustered, unfocused, or even tired. Were you flustered because of how he talked to you that day? That made you feel dizzy as you recalled the little sinful imaginations you had with him? Were you unfocused because of what he told you to do and what he promised? Thinking about it, you cannot help but to have the urge to ask him what he meant by the reward. Was it something special? A V.I.P reward perhaps? Or were you tired of subconsciously waiting for THAT reward.

Augh fine damn it, for fucks sake. Rolling your eyes, you quickly took your phone, scrolled through the message history and found his name.

Now that you realized that you were about to message him, hesitancy struck you. Messaging your mentor meant that you only were thinking about it the whole time not realizing that you're actually doing the opposite as to what he requested: for you to learn and practice more as a jujutsu sorcerer. You felt the rush of nervousness as reality struck you, it made you also realize that you've been slacking off for the past few days and now, you won't even know when he's coming back.

"I bet he's gonna be so disappointed if he doesn't see any improvements--" As you gather your thoughts and pick up your newly laundry track pants a knock interrupted you followed by a familiar voice.

"Hey, Y/N." It was Megumi, knocking patiently.

"Girl you better hurry up," Of course it was the energetic Nobara who was the opposite of Megumi.

"Calm down, she's probably asleep." The raven-haired male shushed her down.

"Hey Y/N do you wanna come with us? We're going to eat outside, probably just rest for today." Itadori's cheerful voice never fails to make you smile. "The seniors are also coming with us,"

As much as you wanted to join them with their fun, you have to sacrifice this day for you to at least improve on your field. It was awfully painful to not be with them but you have to satisfy him.

Am I doing this for myself or for his satisfaction? You questioned yourself. I'm actually doing this for myself, to improve. Nothing more. To improve, learn, be strong, and show my capabilities.

"I'm sorry guys I'm a bit dizzy as of the moment, I'll try to catch up with you later." You faked a weak voice and groaning. "You guys have fun,"

"Are okay? Do you need some medicine?" Nobara started to knock the door slowly. "Is it the time of the month again?"

"What time of the month?" You heard Itadori's wondering voice. He's probably scratching his head and looking at Megumi with a clueless look while Megumi on the other hand, simply sighed. Megumi has a step sister, quite the same age as him and they have been living together. Hence, he's aware of what Nobara meant. He feels a bit embarrassed to say it to Itadori so he just looked away and pretended he doesn't know a thing.

"N-no, I think it's just a headache." You lied, once again. "A sleep or a nap will do,"

"Okay then, you better call us if you need anything or something happens. I'll deadass whoop your ass and I'm not lying!" Nobara raised her tone and later on pursed her lips. "Holy shit I shouldn't be mad, it's not healthy for the skin!"

"Just tell us, Y/N. If you need food or anything, leave a us a call or message us." Itadori started to walk. "Take care, Y/N! I hope you get well soon," Megumi followed Yuuji so as Nobara. Their small talks slowly fading as they passed and went out.

You waited until minutes have already passed, sure enough that they were outside the institution. You quickly got out of your room and rushed towards the area where the students would usually practice.

You started off with a short exercise beforehand and proceeding to your task, not letting loose of your objective: become stronger.

While you kept yourself busy under the heat of the sun, the white-haired mentor was bored and it showed unto his actions.

"Gojo, can't you sit properly?" Utahime's irritated voice made Gojo smile. It was pretty obvious that they were sitting stupid and just listen as to what they are told for a couple of times already. "Keep your legs off the table!"

"Come on Hime-chan, it's quite boring. Can't you tell? Even Mei Mei herself feels sleepy with this random bullshit meeting," his lips pursed while he pointed out at Mei Mei who simply rested her chin on the back of her palm while her eyes were closed.

"Do not drag me to your random bullshit, Gojo."

"You're no fun anyway,"

Gojo snickered while he tried annoying the two ladies to kill sometime. Honestly speaking, he would have preferred roaming around the city of Kyoto and buy-- or should I say hoard-- random stuff he sees than sit here. He would have loved spending his time watching his students achieve and get stronger every single day. And speaking of students, it was not strange that it was YOU whom Gojo thought at first.

Gojo leaned on his chair comfortably as he tried to get rid of the thought of you.

Christ, does this woman know when not to show up? Gojo thought. To him, it was impossible to get rid of the sudden thought of you. He avoided the things that would have reminded him of you because as we know, he would have teleported from Kyoto to the institution in Tokyo just to see you. Distracting himself, he stood up and decided to go outside of the meeting room wherein that crappy meeting was held.

"Oi, Satoru you're not allowed to go yet! Dumbass idiot come back here!" Utahime raised her voice with an agitated tone. She stood up and steam was coming out from her ears. "Hey! Stupid!"

"Leave him be, Utahime. That man is a pain in the ass,"

Gojo left the room. There was no need of his presence, they don't need to halt the meeting just because he wasn't around.

"Fucking hell." Gojo murmurs. There was this big urge of him to just see you. It was so strong that he himself was sure that could just close his eyes and right away, he's in the place you were and it was something he would do. Right now.

He was already speculating as to where might you be. He didn't want to just appear so sudden however he wanted to surprise you. Probably if you were with the team, he would also surprise them. Sliding his long slender fingers into his left pocket, he picked up his phone, opened it and went through his contacts. Scrolling through the names and finding Megumi's cellphone number.

I want to see her.

Fucking stop. What are you doing to me?

Fuck.

He immediately went to the corner and dialed Megumi.

"Come on, answer." He whispered. He wasn't sure what he was even doing but he wanted to know what were you guys doing and not long, the student answered his call.

"Hello." Megumi greeted with a monotone voice.

"Yooo Megu-chan~" Gojo on the other hand greeted him the polar opposite of what Megumi greeted him. "Why so cold? Someone pissed you off?"

"Tsk, what is it Gojo-sensei?"

Gojo liked how Megumi is straight up sometimes. Gojo smiled and let his back rest unto the cold wall. "See, I called you to know about your progress while I'm here in Kyoto. How's it?"

"We're doing fine, we've been practicing for the past few days since you were gone. We're doing good without you." Megumi joked but kept his monotone voice.

"Megu-chan it hurts you know," Gojo faked a sob before snickering. "And?"

"We're out today with our seniors. We decided to have a small get together and rest. Y/N isn't with us, she said she's sick. She told us she'll be resting."

"Oh," hearing you sick made him frown. "Alright, take care. Just be prepared because I'll be coming anytime." He did a smug face before Megumi decided to end the call.

He couldn't stop thinking of you getting sick. It was just so sudden. He sure was updated with the current weather and the forecast as well. Maybe you overworked? He knows you too damn well you'd either overwork yourself out or be a lazy princess who hasn't started any progress yet. Still wandering what caused you to be sick, he used his ability to teleport to where he desires. He was at first unsure where it is but he teleported to the near dormitories of the students. Slowly, he started to walk towards your room.

He wondered if you were there, sleeping peacefully while you tried to recover whatever you were feeling. He knocked once. No answer. He knocked twice. Still no answer. Finally knocking thrice yet still no answer.

"She must be asleep then huh? At least she's resting." But knew he could have just teleported inside your room but he respected you. He wouldn't want you to see him as disrespectful mentor. No, he wouldn't risk it because he knew he wanted you close he is trying to be careful but wanted to bend some rules. It was a dangerous act but he knows what he wants and he will get a hold of it.

Little did he know you were at the quadrangle area, practicing your skills that you failed to improve while your mentor was gone. It was frustrating at your part and you did blame yourself from slacking off. You've only started a while yet felt tired.

"What's wrong with me?" You mumbled as you sat down on the grass, trying to catch your breath.

And then suddenly, your thoughts on him creeps inside your head.

Not again. You thought. But since you were resting, you let it slowly eat your thoughts up. It was embarrassing to be honest, so fazed when you’re thinking about this mentor simply seducing you. You're in a public space, thinking not-so-holy acts and trying to keep up with a stern face.

But you're alone.

So? what if I'm alone?

Let yourself dwell with the thoughts, idiot.

But we can do that in my room.

Your room is far. Bitch stop yapping and just get lost to it.

You could already hear your inner self scream at you. But it's true. You let yourself drown into the thought of him again. You wonder what he's been doing in Kyoto by now. He's probably pissing off others for his own gain.

Does he think about me?

Of course, he does. He always did and it wasn’t the holiest.

Your let yourself lay flat on the ground and close your eyes. Come to think of it, you're basically so touch starved you don't even realize it. You just long for it, you want that touch. A touch so sensual you'll get lost. You know your wants and needs but what about the deepest needs? The hunger that you keep hidden.

You know it yourself. You want the reward and you want to have a reward beyond the REWARD. Whilst thinking about it, you pressed your legs together. Your hand slowly going to the strap of your sports bra and fix it.

This is gonna be a long day.

The mentor on the other hand, thought about just letting you sleep and just surprise his students whom he hasn't spent the time with for a couple of days. And oh no, he hasn't forgot about the reward. How could he not forget? He only wanted to give you that reward, not to them. He was excited to see both the progress of his students and your progress alone. The male decided to spend his day at the quadrangle area where he mostly spent time with his students. He liked the area whether it was full with students or just the empty and the stillness of nature.

When the male arrived at the area he wanted to be, it almost choked him when he saw the familiar person who was laying down the grass.

Y/N? No, she’s sick. Can’t be.

He lowered his sunglasses and looked again.

Fuck. It is her.

No wonder you weren't hearing his knocks is because you were here, laying down. He wasn't even sure what on earth you were doing but seeing you just lay there made him weak.

It's back again. This fucking feeling. Burning red. Scorching desire. So so oh so fucking sinful.

Get a fucking hold of yourself, check her out. Gojo scolded himself and it wasn't long when the teacher approached you. Like a hunter, observing its prey from a far then slowly approaching it. And then he was there, just a few feet away from you. Then there was something he noticed...

And just when they said she’s sick.

You were so busy of thinking about it. Him simply taking over you, your body, senses, and everything about you. You wanted him to give you that reward but you doubt he'd give it to you. You were being a lazy student and he wasn't the type to be easily persuaded.

Just the sight of you pressing your legs together was enough shit for Gojo to speak up.

At least I get to fuck him in my head. You thought. The desire to touch yourself in a public space was so horrifying and absolutely embarrassing. Not only that, it was dangerous.

"Hmm, what's this?" Gojo let both of his hands into his pockets and spoke in soft yet teasing manner. "Enjoying your rest much?"

Holy fucking shit. That voice. You knew it was him. It was him. He's here and you're lying on the grass like that? But you felt a bit drunk from the thought and decided to stay like that.

"Sensei..." You slowly tilted your head to face him. Flushed cheeks and ear, and lips cherry red. "... I'm sorry for slacking off,"

Gojo smiled, lowering his glasses to gaze at you.

"And what was the reason you were slacking off?"

I am ready to pass away. I am so sorry Nobara, Yuji, and Megumi. To my Seniors as well, I am very sorry for immediately disappearing because I was being a lazy bitch. Your inner self already seems to be ready at the sight of your own funeral.

Looking away, you didn't really want to tell this man you weren't putting effort on your mastery was because of thinking too much about his deal. "I... W-well I-"

Gojo seemed to be more and more amused as you try to hide away your flustered face. His smile slowly faded as his authority as a mentor took over him.

"Look at me Y/N." He said in a stern tone. "When you talk to me you face me."

Immediately you didn't even hesitate to turn around as soon as he spoke. You felt scared yet there was this another feeling rather than being scared. Weird.

"Megumi told me about their progress and they're proud as to their skills sharpening while I was gone. Yet here you are, only making efforts when I'm back I see?" He stood properly looking up directly to the sky. "Stand up."

And you did.

"Tell me, what were you doing these past few days while I was gone?"

"I was feeling sick-"

"Do not lie to me. You won't like it when I get mad, Y/N." It was getting intense. There was a brief silence between you and him. The wind was howling as it dragged a warm brush against your skin. "Tell me."

You didn't have a choice. Of course, the cliche line 'I would rather die than tell him what I was doing' kicked in but you didn't want to anger him. He wasn't the nicest when angered. All you had to do was to be an honest student. Isn't it easy? You just have to tell him you were distracted from what he said.

"I..." Heaving a sigh, you looked down and felt your cheeks heat up again. "...I was distracted."

"About?"

Was it about my reward? Wait, MY? of course it was about that darn reward of yours, asshole.

Gojo wondered but he didn't speak. He wished for you to speak up, maybe it was different from what he was expecting but it would be better to let your thoughts out to keep you focused.

"About-" just do it. Say it. You don't have to rationalize everything. He's your mentor and he's gonna help you. "It was about your reward,"

"Oh?"

So she was really thinking about it? Hmm, I wonder why?

"I keep thinking about it that I didn't realize that I was already leaving my responsibilities as well, I was curious, okay?" You looked at him with red cheeks. It will probably one of the most embarrassing moments in your life but who cares? It was just between you and your dear mentor.

Don't look at me like that. Fucks sake.

"I wanted to know what the reward was about. Is it a food? Perhaps a dinner treat with the four us?" Your words kept coming out and there's no way you would stop any moment unless he interrupts you with a question.

"You're getting worked up huh," Gojo leaned forward, enough for him to be at level of your ear. He blew a thin sir towards your right ear which of course, made so flustered and ticklish. Using both your palms, you pressed it against his shoulder trying to push him away but it was useless. Little did you know that you were already lured in his trap.

"You don't deserve the reward, doll."

"Yes." It was a surprising that you were so quick to answer. However, you knew that you didn't deserve it nor worthy of even receiving it. You lowered your head down and heaving a heavy sigh. Still there was a part of you that you were holding on to your hopes that he would just at least tell you what it was all about. "But would you mind to tell me what it is?"

Gojo stood there, rather than surprised, he actually was expecting this question to be asked. He knew you are an intelligent girl. He lowered his glasses, gazing at you from above. He couldn't help but to notice your round and plump mounds that your sports bra lovely hugged its form.

"Want me to show you it to you instead?" Your mentor walked behind you, lowered his torso until it was enough for him to rest his chin on your right shoulder. His actions made you stiff, it wasn't normal of him to do this hence it was new to you but it somehow felt that you want to indulge yourself more into this. Your body failed to rejected your orders to stay away from him.

"Wouldn't you want that?" It was a soft whisper, so alluring you swore that you felt like you're drunk.

"Please," it was the only word that you could've thought of.

And just like that, in a blink of an eye, you were already in your room. You were so pressed against his body that you we're not aware that you were already at your room. You knew he was capable of such, heck. He's Gojo motherfucking Satoru.

Sloppy and lustful kisses made you feel so dizzy. He pressed you hard against the cold wall of your room making you shiver from the sudden cold contact against your skin and a soft groan escaping from your mouth. His hands were roaming around your body, from skimming your arms to grabbing a palm full of your bouncy ass cheeks.

"Sensei-" You arched your back from the new sensation. Was this his reward? Surely it is. The tension between you two was overwhelming that it felt hot. "I feel hot, Sensei," you mewled, breaking the sloppy and messy kiss.

"Oh?" Gojo used his thumb to press it against your plump and wet lips.

The things you fucking do to me. He said to himself while he felt a delicious yet painful hardness between his legs. He's so turned on that it felt painful. Mentioning that you feel hot, he looked to his left to see your bathroom open. "Take off your shoes and be patient,"

Without hesitation, you quickly abide to him. By simply doing so, Gojo realized that you were so good and submissive to him. Both of your excitement and curiosity taking over wildly. After following his orders, he quickly pressed his soft lips against yours whilst guiding you towards the bathroom. As the both of you reached the small bathroom, the smell of your shampoo intoxicated him. He knew it was you, the sweet, innocent, but so fucking seductive scent that lingers around the bathroom.

It was getting sloppier and sloppier as time passed by. Gojo didn't even hesitate to press you against the cold wall again, his left knee parting both your legs, enough for him to tease your aching pussy against his muscular and toned legs. He then ran both of his large calloused palms to your ass cheeks giving it a nice grip making you whimper.

He was so thirsty getting a hold of you and now he's finally having it and he won't be so nice, considering this would be a PUNISHMENT.

"Oh please..." You broke off the kiss as you felt the friction on your clothed pussy against his thigh. "Please, please, please..."

Deliciously addicting, you helplessly held into his shoulder while your hips slowly grinded on his muscular and toned thighs. It was getting hot again and Gojo couldn't stand the heat either.

"Don't grind yourself like that with clothes on, strip." It was an order but you were so fucking busy grinding yourself like that. The white-haired mentor was impressed to see how of a thirsty slut you are.

"Doll, I said strip." Griping on your waist he stopped you from grinding, the frustration was evident on your face. "Have you forgotten? this isn't a reward. You disobeyed me again," and there, his hands ripped your sports bra like a paper and his fingers skimming through the waistband of your pants and the thin hem of your underwear as he dragged it down to your ankles, his body following the lowering of his hands. He left nothing.

You're now naked in front of him. Everything about you is to be praised and glorified, he thought. He loved everything about you from head to toe and he's willing to mark it as his. His. The sight of you like that drove him mad drunk.

"Toru, I feel hot..."

"Hmm? Yeah? My baby feels hot?" Pressing his lips against your soft things, he started to give it light kisses and little licks to stimulate you. The action made you whimper in pure pleasure. You hand gripping through his smooth platinum white hair as he left kisses unto it.

He kissing your thighs like it was one of the holiest things he had ever touched. He then left marks all over it, marking it as his, he might be an asshole but he surely loved the view of his mark on your thighs.

Soooo fucking hot.

"Toru please, 'm feeling hot," you dragged him to another sloppy kiss and then taking him to the shower where you turned on the shower. The cold water coming from it made you shiver. But it wasn't enough to make your knees weak as he broke the kiss just to take off his clothes that is soaked wet with the water.

It was a view that you felt another heartbeat coming from your aching cunt. Deliciously aching from the need of attention. You didn't want to rush either, you wanted to savor the moment of watching him undress. But the strong urge for you to be the one to take his pants off was evident the next thing you knew was you were possessed of the thought. The action you executed made the mentor grin.

You instantly knelt, ran your fingers to both his waistband and hem of his pants and slowly pulled it down. Your ass cheeks rested on the back of your ankles and your hands resting on both of your things, a submissive gesture that made Gojo let out a low and sexy chuckle.

His hard erection sprung out and revealed its long and thick cock. It was veiny, throbbing and a white yet thick fluid dropped from its tip. The sight itself was mesmerizing yet terrorizing you at the same time. The size was no joke and you wondered, This? This will fit me?

"So impatient, aren't we?" Gojo let out a low chuckle, resting his large calloused left palm on your hair and gently stroking it.

"Big..." You gulped once again. You didn't know where to start.

Should you I use my lips? Hands? My whole mouth?

"Yes, baby." Gojo cooed and continued to gently stroke your hair. "Go on, I'm not the nicest when I'm impatient." He looked down at you, admiring at the view of you being so innocent and startled.

So cute that I want to ruin her so fucking bad. Gojo smiled at the thought when suddenly your lovely lips gently pressed against his thick head, giving it small kisses. Gentle pecks roamed his tip and your hand slowly stroking his cock moving up and down.

Then comes the movement of your tongue. Teasing the tip with gentle flicks before you actually licked his length from his balls to his tip again. The ministrations of yours made Gojo so fucking fixated yet impatient at the same time. He wasn't going to be nice today, knowing that you disobeyed his orders.

"Open your mouth," he gave his order and raised your chin. You obeyed like a little kitten and widely opened your mouth. He was also grinning at you being so obedient. "How come your being an obedient little slut but can't do your simple task, hmm?"

He slowly slid his cock into your mouth, his right hand guiding his length and his other having a tight grip on your wet that is now soaking wet from the water coming out from the shower. Gladly, the water wasn't directly soaking you since Gojo's back was there to shield you from the running water. He pushed his dick even further until his fucking thick tip pressed itself against the back of your throat.

"Fuuuuckkk" Gojo moaned from the delicious feeling. It was so warm inside your mouth and it even added up to the pleasure when you groaned from the burning and painful sensation.

He didn't hesitate to push your head front and back with the use of both of his palms on the side of your head, your head guiding the movements of his painful ministrations. Your hand rested on both of his hands, trying to tell him to be gentle but he was too absorbed at your mouth like pussy. He started off with a slow and sensual pace and not long enough he let the pleasure get the best of him. He threw his head back and let out a guttural moan as he harshly pushed his cock in and out of your mouth.

"T-Toru!" You groaned, the actions he made was enough for you to squirm. You felt yourself dripping wet from it, wanting to be fucked so bad. Your other hand left his arm and dragged it towards your aching pulse, leaving light touches.

"What's this, already wanting for more?" He stopped from moving your head as he saw you lightly play with yourself and instead buried it deep to your throat. It made you squirm in pain yet the male felt the opposite. Your saliva was dripping out from your mouth as well as your tears. He liked how he felt when your warm mouth was around his cock, saliva wetting his cock as you choked on it.

Your touching were getting faster and faster yet Gojo won't let you cum with just that. He slowly pulled out his shaft from your warm mouth and stroked it. He raised your head let his hot cock rest unto your pretty face with a smile. "Get up, and go the lavatory sink."

You were still wobbly, still wanted to reach your high yet Gojo had other plans. With his help he raised you by holding your hand. Once you get a hold of yourself, he let you walk towards the lavatory. You weren't aware of what he was planning so you simply just turned around and faced him.

"Who said you were facing me?" He let his hand run through his soft hair before he let it rest on your waist. "Turn around, doll. Face the mirror."

You were so hesitant. You can't possibly be looking at your face while he fucked you so good. This is just too much. "Toru please,"

"Turn around, Y/N." It was final, you knew that coming from that tone he's giving you final orders. You slowly turned around, only to see your beet red face from the embarrassment and your hair slowly drying after it was exposed to water a while ago making it look like a mess.

It's even more embarrassing, heck, is embarrassing even the right word? Was it more shameful? Witnessing yourself like this? You closed your eyes, your arms supporting your weight as it rested unto the cold tiles of the lavatory sink that was mounted on the wall and lowered your head.

Goodness this is too much.

It was overwhelming that you wanted to complain that you didn't want to face this way not until a slight flick was felt against your entrance. It was sudden but you knew what it was and where is this going.

His left hand was on your waist, gripping. He wanted to see you beg for it again by teasing your dripping cunt with his head and lightly flicking it with his right hand. His lips were attacking your left shoulder blade and left small pecks until he reached for your neck. It left you so speechless that you were grinding your ass against his shaft.

"Toru please, please. Need so you bad,"

The way you called him was already driving him to destroy you. He just wanted to see you flustered as you beg for him to ram you up.

Just like how I imagined it. He recalled but he wanted to explore his creativity more. He positioned his cockhead into your small entrance and his right hand guided his cock to enter you. The feeling of his tip slowly being eaten by your pussy made him rest his forehead against your shoulder blade, slowly still sliding his thick dick inside you. He was already wanting your pussy to completely swallow him.

"Fuck yes, Toru" you whimpered from him by just entering your cunt. It was pulsing, big, thick, and long. And praise the heavens above, this dick was made for you. Once he finally got inside fully, he stayed there for a moment and letting your pussy juice wrap his cock.

He's growing and still throbbing from time to time. The way his cock did that you moaned from the sensation. As much as he wanted to move quickly as soon as he entered, he wanted for you to relax first and when he time finally came that he was ready to move, he started with a slow movement.

You felt each detail of his cock from his single slow movement. It was so fucking delicious you swore that you're already reaching your climax. He wanted to deliciously punish you by moving slow, letting you feel and beg for some more. God, the frustrations is so evident by the way you show it against your reflection.

"God, Gojo. Please just fuck me,"

"Shh," he didn't even hesitate to just bury it deep, his tip kissing your soft and warm womb. Looking forward to making your brain melt with this dick as soon as I ruin you.

The male gave a peck on your nape and slowly he started again with a slow pace. It lasted for a moment, goodness, he just wants to torment you but he couldn't be patient anymore. His hands were gripping on your waist now, leaving crescent marks on it and changed his pace into a fast one.

Deep and fast, Gojo was so sure that he was hitting your womb so deep and deliciously hitting that one spot that makes your whimper and scream his name. You weren't even paying attention to your surroundings anymore such as the mess on the floor, the shower still running, and both if your breaths fogging the mirror.

Some time ago you were just imagining it but now, he's buried deep inside your clamping pussy. The sound of skins slapping roughly at each deep and fast thrust and both of your moans and groans were music to Gojo's ears. He could feel each time your throbbed while he fucked you rough and creamed on his cock, forming a ring if white fluid on his girth.

"Toru please, I want more- Ahh!"

"You're quite enjoying your punishment, no? Fuck- stop tightening up-"

He was thrusting in and out vigorously. You never expected Gojo to be such a moaner yet you weren't even against it. His moans were so beautiful to hear, from the way he loudly moans to his soft groans heard directly to your right ear as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

The way he moved his hips, from rutting it to burying it deep and grinding it. It's immaculate that it made you arch your back every single time. You head was resting on his shoulders when he laced his hand on your soft right breast, roughly tugging and playing it.

And oh, he didn't stop there. After kneading on your soft mound, he ran his hand towards your clit. Your legs were parted a bit and a hollow feeling started to form inside you. His middle finger pressing your bead made you completely helpless. Your breath starting to hitch, chest rising and falling.

"Well will you look at that," Gojo teased, his finger still stimulating your swollen bead making you cream more. The tears on your eyes starts to swell up from the euphoric stimulation. Gojo looked so satisfied seeing you like that. So perfect. "Look at you, begging for more."

"Oh god, please Toru- Ahh!"

"Shit, you're wrapping me around so good,"

The image of you reflected on the mirror; eyes closed, brows cutely furrowing, cheeks beet red, mouth open as you moaned and drool dripping out.

So fucking beautiful. What a nice fucking reward to my fucking selfish self. Gojo almost heard his inner self scream at the view.

He knew you were gonna snap anytime, you were clenching and clamping your spongy walls on his dick. The way you held on to it and felt like you never wanted his dick to leave your insides.

He was already pussy drunk and he fucking loves it. Everything about it, he fucking loves it.

"'M gonna cum- Toru! Gonna cum!" you bite your lips, your insides wanted to snap already. Your breath hitch again as you get close to your high. You didn't even recognize your voice anymore, you sounded so fucking helpless.

"Yeah? My baby's gonna cum already?"

"Y-yes- Oh fuck! Toru!"

"Wanna cum together with me? Hmm?"

You couldn't respond to it and Gojo was already closing to his high. He decided to double the pace of his thrusting. Using his left hand, he took a nice grip on your nape and slowly let your torso lower down to the sink while his left hand raised your left leg until it rested on the sink, him having more access to your abused cunt.

"Shit, I'm gonna cum." Gojo didn't know if it was your safe day or not or you were using birth control pills but he had the strong urge to just breed you. "I want to cum inside- fuck it- I'm going to cum inside you, stir you up, and fill you up."

It didn't matter to you. You were already closing. It didn't matter if you were being a slut for his cum or being selfish, you just want to release and be full.

"N-need so bad, Toru. Need you to fill me up so so bad." You whimpered helplessly. "'M cumming- Fuck!"

And one final thrust, Gojo held unto your waist and thrusted and spilled his hot, sticky, and thick seed inside your womb. He had been wanting this and he's gonna pour every last drop of his semen inside your aching womb.

As he spilled his hot stuff inside your hips quivered at every rope of seed you felt being stuffed you full inside. Sure, some other things might satisfy you but him stuffing you up was the satisfaction you've been looking for.

"What a mess," Gojo cooed you when his cock slowly left your abused pussy. The mixture of your juice and his cum dripping out of your pussy made the mentor smiled. “My fucking mess.”

After cleaning out the mess, he carried you to your bed and gently laid you. You were still weak and dizzy from the euphoric experience when he suddenly raised both of your legs and let it rest on his right shoulder, his cock positioning again on your entrance. You tried to fight back his actions by wiggling your legs out but he has a strong grip on your thighs making you unable to be free from his grasp.

"You really think we're done?" He chuckled, his beautiful blue eyes staring at you as he slowly entered you pussy. He could still feel your sloppy insides, his cum and your juices still warming and wrapping his hard cock. He was fully inside you again, staying like that for a moment.

You too, was cock drunk that you were just mumbling and moaning nonsense. He hugged on your thighs as he buried himself deep again. He felt powerful when he's inside you and he will never get tired of ramming your pussy up.

"I never thought that you'd be eavesdropping us like that, huh?" He spoke while his devilish grin grew wider.

"For a man like you, I know you would have just walked away and pretended you didn't hear anything." He paused but then slowly grinded his hips.

"But here you are, Nanami."

He started to move roughly and pounded on your beaten pussy.

"Won't you come inside, it's a bit fun here."

The blonde male clenched his jaw as he heard your moans and the teasing of the platinum haired mentor as he made your pussy sing again.

"Asshole." Nanami sighed and slowly opened the door.

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eddie munson x reader

part 1

this one shot is the part 2 to this but can be read separately, though it might be better if you have the whole context :)

summary: you're invited to a very boring party but unexpectedly run into eddie. he makes it his personal mission to make you spend a good night.

warnings: alcohol, smoking and i think that's it but please tell me if you can think of anything else while reading!

tags: gender neutral reader, kinda enemies to lovers (since its the sequel to an enemies to lovers lol but they dont really hate each other in this one its more like. lots of teasing.), reader is obviously in love with eddie but is very oblivious about it, reader's friend is lowkey an asshole, eddie cares about you a lot <3

word count: 3.9k

reblogs and feedback are appreciated!!

The incessant buzzing of conversations around the huge room made it hard for you to concentrate on your friend's words. You were just nodding idly and absent mindedly each time she closed her mouth again. Your eyes were fixed on her plate, while your hand unconsciously fiddled with your fork, slowly tearing up in pieces the awful food you had given up on eating.

Not that you weren't interested in what your friend had to say; your mind was just somewhere else. The problem was, you didn't know where and why.

"Thank you for doing this. I was very nervous at the idea of going there alone." you friend declared, and it was the first time since a while that you heard one of her sentences loud and clear.

You frowned as your eyes widened, not sure what the conversation was about.

"Sorry what?" you asked shaking your head as to come back to your senses. "I didn't follow all the way through" you admitted then immediately proceeded to purse your lips in guilt as she sighed faintly.

"The party. That has been the main focus of our conversation, or should I say my conversation, for the past few minutes" she said as she sank into her chair, crossing her arms.

"Sorry. Do you mind rewinding it all the way through, I wasn't really there" you said putting down your fork and joining your hands as your elbows rested on the table, as if it could help you focus on what she had to say again.

"Yeah I figured" she said before emptying her glass of water. "I was saying," she started explaining wiping her mouth with the end of her sleeve. "My boyfriend is inviting me to this party, and he really wants me to come but" she squinted thinking about the rest of her explaination. "His friends are... Nerds. Boring" she said giving a dismissive wave of her hand. "And I really need to go to this party because we haven't been together for long and I don't wanna start off this relationship with the wrong foot" she explained supporting your gaze as if she was waiting for you to say something.

You vividly nodded, trying to show your interest, not wanting to disappoint her again. You had apparently already agreed to go to this party, so you couldn't chicken out now.

"Yeah. I'll go with you. Keep you company and shit" you said with a single approval nod.

"Good!" she said smiling at you.

You quickly smiled back at her and got lost in your own head again. You didn't know what was holding you back from reality.

Your eyes darted over the cafeteria's crowd and stopped at a specific table.

Eddie Munson was at the end of it, crouched on his chair, throwing hands as he seemed to be passionately ranting to his group of friends.

You unconsciously smiled to yourself and looked back down at your plate, your eyes widening when you realized what you just did.

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You looked through the window, elbow on the edge of the car window, head resting in the palm of your hand as your friend parked in front of the house of a guy she barely knew.

"Here we go" she sang as she pulled the brake and turned off contact.

"I'm gonna need to get either high or drunk as fuck if I want this party to be funny" you blurted out, unhurriedly turning your head at her, making a bored face.

"You never know, maybe you'll have the time of your life" she said smiling at you sarcastically.

You rolled your eyes back at her and laughed before getting out of the car.

You both walked up to the garden path and rang at the door as you could hear the faint noise of muffled music inside. A stranger answered the door, probably whom the house belonged to, you figured. Your eyebrows slightly raised in surprise as you noticed he had the same tshirt Eddie wore sometimes, the one with the devil. You blinked in disbelief when you realized how ridiculous it was that you noticed such small and insignificant details. And why the hell did you even notice this and made the comparison.

He let you inside and you were actually surprised when you saw how many people were there. They must have been friends-of-friends, just like you, because the different types of different people all gathered here was uncanny.

You sighed and put your hands in your jeans back pockets as your friend left to run to her boyfriend, meaning you would barely see her for the rest of the night now. You would be lying if you said you weren't expecting this to happen. You turned to your feet and scanned the room in hope to spot anyone you would at least know a bit, even an acquaintance, but in vain. The thought of immediately leaving the party crossed your mind but you quickly shook it off as you remembered you needed your friend for the ride home.

The only thing left to do was to pour yourself a drink and maybe try to chat with people who didn't seem so hostile. Try. As in "do as much as your social anxiety allows you to."

You sighed, already bored of this party, and walked to the table displaying all of the drinks and picked a beer.

"Hand me one" you jumped as you felt an arm wrapping around your shoulders. You hastily turned and ended up facing Eddie, widely smiling at you. "Didn't mean to scare you, sorry" he said as he quickly removed his hand with a guilty look. Your heart skipped a bit and you sighed in relief.

"You're fine, I just didn't expect you to be here" you said as you opened and handed him your beer before turning to pick yourself a new one and do the same.

"Yeah I could have guessed" he said gesturing to his face with a funny expression, mocking you.

"Ha-ha." you replied with a fake annoyed look before bringing the bottle to your lips, taking a sip of the beer.

"So what are you doing here" he asked raising his chin at you.

"Mh, I was dragged here" you said nodding. "You?" you asked as you were genuinely wondering what he was doing at a party like this, with lots of popular people and jocks, as you knew how much he despised them.

"Dragged? I'm having a D&D tournament" he said pulling his jacket aside to reveal the famous devil tshirt.

"Hellfire club?" you read then raised an eyebrow looking back at him.

"Leader and founder" he said bowing, extending his arms to the side with a proud smile on his face.

"Wow. Impressive" you said before taking another sip of your beer.

"This better not be sarcasm" he said looking down at you before drinking too.

"Or else what" you said chuckling, eyeing him up and down.

"Or else I'll turn into the devil like everyone expects me to and I'll haunt you for the rest of your life" he said eyes wide open, smiling with full teeth.

"Oh my god I'm so scared right now" you exclamed bringing a hand to your mouth. "This is sarcasm" you said removing your hand from your mouth to point a finger at him. His smile dropped and he rolled his eyes before smiling again, raising his beer at a guy who had the same tshirt as him. "You guys look like a cult" you said watching the guy pass by as you leaned against the table, putting your beer on it and crossing your arms.

"Shut up" he said throwing his head back to take a long sip of his beer. You watched as the muscles of his neck tensed and his ringed hand clasped on the bottle, but came back to your senses when you realized you were heavily staring. You still thought this was fairly attractive, as much as you hated admitting that to yourself. He lowered his head back and licked his lips in reflexion. "If you wanna come and watch, you can" he said shrugging.

You tilted your head to the side, considering his offer.

"Why not. But it's only because I have nothing else to do, don't go thinking I care about your interests" you said throwing him a nasty smile.

"Of course." he said bowing his head and pursing his lips. "Forgot you hated me for a minute, be careful, you were being too nice" he smiled, raising his eyebrows before drinking again.

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The game was taking place in the basement. The atmosphere was peculiar, it really felt like a cult to you, the lights were dim as to blend with the atmosphere of the game. You kinda felt out of place.

You had the confirmation that Eddie was the leader, because everyone in the room seemed to put some respect to his name, treating him like a superior. You knew Eddie was kind but some of the kids looked nervous just being around him. And you knew how it felt. Too well.

You were sitting on a scruffy sofa and watching the game from a distance. You had been there for a while now. You hadn't really been honest with Eddie, because you were actually intrigued. You knew you would probably never play Dungeons and Dragons simply because you would be terrible at it but you wanted to learn and understand what he liked, and you couldn't deny the fact that it looked fun and the dynamics looked interesting.

You watched Eddie sat at the end of the table, feet up on it, arms crossed as he nodded to what a younger kid was making up for his character's progression. You immediately looked away when Eddie's look drifted to you and you cleared your throat lightly in embarassment. Was your look that heavy or was it just a coincidence? You glanced to your right when you felt someone plop next to you in the couch.

"God I've been looking for you through the whole house, I wasn't expecting to find you there" your friend sighed tilting her head to the side in surprise. You shifted and laid your elbow on the back of the couch. "What are you doing here?" she asked harshly before you could even open your mouth.

"What are you doing here. Thought you didn't like nerdy stuff" you said throwing your chin at the game table.

One of the younger kids sat at the table brought his pointer finger to his mouth and shushed you, as the game was coming to a tense phase. You raised your hands as if you had been caught doing something bad and turned back to your friend.

"Not my choice" she whispered as her look darted over to her boyfriend. "Why are you doing this to yourself. Don't tell me it's free will" she said with a stern look.

"Sir Munson leader of the club brought me here. And I actually find this quite interesting" you said looking at the long haired man who was focused leading the game behind his book of roles.

"So you guys get along now huh" she questioned raising her eyebrows almost condescendingly. "With Eddie 'The Freak' Munson"

"Yeah we better if I want this party to be at least entertaining and not spend it on my own" you chuckled looking away, jabbing at her, on your guard.

"What do you mean" she asked trying to be oblivious when you were almost sure she knew what you meant.

"Come on. Don't act like you don't know" you sighed rolling your eyes, still not looking at her. "Sprinting to your boyfriend the second you see him, leaving me here like a garbage bag on the side of the street" you mumbled under you breath loud enough for her to hear you.

"You're dramatic. I told you my boyfriend would be here, of course I'm gonna stay with him"

You looked at her, hurt, and you would have been delighted to take a picture of the offended face she threw you.

"I don't even know why you asked me to come to this stupid party then" you said turning again to avoid her defensive look.

"Come on, I've been looking for you for ages!" she whisper yelled at you.

"Yeah, sure, for ages, but just since your boyfriend left to play D&D, otherwise you wouldn't have tried" you hissed getting up from the couch, trying to keep your voice low to not disturb the game. The mission had failed successfully as the whole attention was on you now. "Sorry boys, don't mind me" you said raising a hand before taking the stairs to leave the confined space.

---

You struggled to slalom through the crowd but you were in desperate need of some alcohol to drown the nasty feeling of being left out and used for the sole purpose of other people's interest, as dramatic as it sounded. You bumped into a girl and apologized immediately but you doubted she registered as you had barely been able to hear your own words over the loud sound of Easy Lover by Phil Collins blasting in the whole house. You got to the alcohol table and poured yourself whatever was within your reach.

You couldn't figure out if it was anger or just the heat radiating off the crowd but you were in desperate need of some fresh air, so you made your way out and exited the house, leaning against its facade, your cup in hand.

You closed your eyes as the fresh air of the night hit your cheeks. It was soothing, and you let out a long sigh before taking a sip of the burning drink you had picked. You shook your head as you rewinded the scene of what had just happened. You let yourself slide down against the wall to sit down on the concrete.

You considered walking home, even if it was far from here. It was in those type of moments you hated yourself for not wanting to take your license test. You'd just do anything to leave this stupid party and go home to curl up in your bed.

---

Eddie got up from his chair and put on his jacket again. "Do you mind wrapping up without me? I've got stuff to do" he asked the group of boys in front of him while pushing his chair back under the table.

"Wasn't the ending a bit rushed?" one of the teenagers asked getting up extending his arm to the game.

"I have things to do, didn't you just hear me?" the man asked rhetorically, hissing at the boy. "We'll just play longer next time, okay Dustin?" he affirmed tilting his head forward.

The other boy sighed and nodded before starting to clean the table.

Eddie left the basement running up the stairs, taking two steps at the time. He arrived to the ground floor, immediately met with a sea of heads. He looked around then quickly decided to progress and search through every room. You were nowhere to be seen, so he got out of the house to light himself a cigarette to smoke and huffed of surprise when he saw you were there.

"Ha you're here. You okay?" he asked walking to you.

You shifted to look at him and rolled your eyes.

"You're obsessed with me Munson." you sighed bringing your cup to your mouth. "Don't you have other people to look after"

"Okay I'll leave" he said stepping back, claping on his thigh as he turned the other way.

"No okay please don't" you said twitching your mouth in regret. "I didn't mean to be so rude, sorry"

"I guess I'll need to get used to it" he mumbled smiling while sitting down next to you.

"Yeah sorry" you said slowly rubbing your forehead nervously.

He snatched your cup from your hand and took a sip of it. You smiled lightly at his action and he turned to you.

"What" he croaked out, almost drooling with the drink.

You laughed and shook your head frantically.

"Nothing" you said smiling to yourself.

"So what happened. With your friend" he asked handing you your cup back.

You grabbed it and put it down on the ground.

You sighed loudly and rested your arms on your knees. "She brought me to this stupid party because she didn't want to go alone and now she ignores me all night long." you said furrowing your brows. "I didn't even want to go"

"So this is what you meant when you said you were dragged here"

"Yup" you replied with a single nod.

"I mean. You're right, this is a stupid party, why is even half of the fucking school here?" he whined gesturing to the house. "And with all due respect, I think your friend is a bitch for ditching you" he said pursing his lips looking at his feet.

"Yeah. You've been more present to me tonight than she has. When she's supposed to be my friend and you're just some guy I still hated weeks ago" you chuckled before grabbing and drinking from your cup.

"'Just some guy'? Ouch" he exclaimed hitting his chest as if he stabbed himself.

You laughed and punched his side playfully.

You sighed and looked back at him.

"So did you win your game?" you asked tilting your head to the side.

He laughed. "You never really win a game. It's like a story, a quest, and you decide to end it whenever you want to. And you can pick up the story where you left it off the next time you play."

"Oh" you laughed dropping your head.

He laughed and pat your back softly before picking up your cup again.

Then it went silent between you. Not an awkward silence. A soothing silence, a light silence that let you appreciate each other's presence without having to say a single word. Eddie had so many things to say, as usual, but felt the need to repress them. He knew that even thought he had been able to make you smile, this whole thing about your friend hurt you. So he kept his mouth shut and let the silence flow between you, as hard as it was for him to shut his mouth for a few.

The sky was dark now, but you could still distinguish some stars despite the street lamps. You smiled faintly as you spotted the Big Dipper.

"Listen, do you want me to drive you back home?" Eddie asked out of nowhere.

"No I'm fine, just enjoy your night here. I'll find a way" you said still looking at the sky.

"I did what I had to do, I can give you a ride. Nerd's night is over, if I go back inside I'll just be surrounded by stupid basketball players that think I'm Satan's servant" he said raising his brows in loathing. "I don't belong here anymore"

You grinned at him and nodded.

"I guess I never even belonged so okay, let's leave."

---

The ride was silent. You didn't even glance at Eddie once, as if if you did you would be cursed or something. You only spoke to give him instructions on where to turn. You didn't know why you felt so nervous around him all of sudden. You guessed you were getting tired. Paranoid by Black Sabbath was softly blasting through the speakers, and you knew for a fact that if you weren't here it would have been at full volume.

Eddie parked in front of your house and you undid your seatbelt. Your head shifted to finally look at him and you pursed your lips in reflection. You quickly came to the conclusion that you didn't want to let him go. There was something precious about him, something that made you feel safe and comforted you in being around him. You couldn't let him go yet.

"Eddie" you called and he turned to you, his big brown eyes piercing right through you.

"Mh?" he hummed, turning off contact.

"Do you wanna come?" you proposed pointing behind you with your thumb. "Smoke and chat on the porch?"

"Oh I try not to smoke weed if I need to drive sorry" he said smiling softly.

You laughed. "I mean regular cigs. Do you ever smoke them or?"

He closed his eyes, raised his eyebrows and tilted his head to the side.

"From time to time, it happens..." he joked undoing his seatbelt too.

You both got out of his car and sat on your porch steps. You handed him a cigarette as you put yours between your lips, covering it from the faint wind to light it.

He gestured for you to do the same and you laughed wholeheartedly as you purposefully made it hard for him to light it as he chased the flame with his mouth, struggling, considering he had no control over the placement of the lighter. You granted him peace and eventually joined the lighter to the tip of his cigarette.

You let the sticks consume in the same peaceful silence as earlier.

Once you were done with your cigarette, you crushed it to the ground and tossed it aside. You turned to Eddie and smiled at him.

"Thank you for tonight. For everything you've done" you said as you watched him blow his smoke.

"My pleasure, really" he said putting his hand to his heart dramatically.

"I'm serious Eddie. I owe you, you made my night so much better" you said nodding, blinking in recognition.

He turned to look at you and worn an upside down smile. "Well, consider this an apology for constantly annoying you and getting on your nerves for the past few months" he said shrugging.

You smiled brightly and your head sank to his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around you without even thinking about it twice.

He slowly finished his cigarette as you carefully observed every movement of his ringed hands. There was something facinating about them. The way his fingers pinched and embraced the orange part of the cigarette, the way he made the ashes fall and then the way he scratched the end of it against the ground.

He slowly removed his hand from around you and used your shoulder to get up.

"I guess I should go now" he declared looking down at you, pulling his hand out to help you up and putting the other in his jacket pocket.

"Okay" you whispered nodding, grabbing his hand to get up too. "Don't go yet, I need something to happen before you leave" you said facing him.

He frowned with his signature oblivious expression and you smiled before immediately leaning to kiss him. You cupped his face as you crashed your lips against his, the smell of cigarette still floating around.

You had been thinking about doing this all night long if you were being honest. And you would have hated yourself for letting him go without doing it, but you started worrying and thinking it was a bad idea when you realized he didn't react to it. At all.

You pulled away and frowned before you saw the corner of his mouth turn into a smirk. He didn't give you time to think further as he did the exact same thing you did earlier. He kissed you back, but rougher, and you couldn't help but smile against his lips.

He pulled away from your mouth and smiled fully as he held your face between his hands. You breathed out and smiled back at him, happy you dared to do this.

"I told you we would get along if we actually tried" he whispered resting his hands on your shoulders.

You nodded, hating to admit he was right.

As unexpected as it was, this night had ended up on a much better note.

And maybe Eddie 'The Freak' Munson wasn't so bad after all, so you could finally admit how you truly felt about him.

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[azaleavi]

Baby, show me what it's like - Y.B.

Summary: Dancing with a stranger at a party doesn’t seem like a bad idea. That is until it turns out she is the leader of a motorcycle club.

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: language, alcohol consumption, kissing, dancing with a stranger

Author’s note: I don’t really have anything to say lol please let me know what you think about this!

Feedback is always appreciated and don’t forget to reblog and like if you enjoyed it and want to see more. Thank you!

Masterlist

The music blasting in the small space shook your whole body as you walked through the crowd following your friends. They dragged you out to party because - in their words - you needed to find someone to take the stress out of your body. College has been hard on you in the last couple of weeks as you had exams after assignments. You were stressed at the time, but since everything has been done you felt fine.

But now you are here at a club that is overstuffed with people. You reach the bar where your friends are already waiting for you. They already ordered way too many shots for you and you feel your stomach turn at the thought of all the alcohol they will make you drink. You want to have fun so you grab the shot glass closest to you and drown it in one shot. They all cheer at your action so you raise the now empty glass to the air before slamming it down the countertop. Another full glass is shoved into your hands and you drink it without hesitation. The alcohol burns as it travels through your body, making you shiver and grimace. You are so going to regret this.

After a few minutes of drinking, they grab your hands and lead you to the dance floor. You roll your eyes as they find a space big enough for you all to fit. You feel the beat course through your body making your hips move. The music and the alcohol combined allow you to let loose. You raise your hands to the air above your head as you sway your hips to the beat.

A few songs come and go and you feel yourself get progressively more carefree and you feel a pair of eyes on your body. If you were sober you might find it creepy but right now you just love the attention. You circle your hips harder and more seductively, hoping that the person staring at you takes his chance. You drag your hands down your body as you lean your head back, baring your neck. Slowly spinning around you show them your full body from every angle, your heart beating rapidly. You have never done this before, but you find it exhilarating.

Biting your lip you close your eyes just as a pair of arms wrap around your waist. A smirk makes its way into your lips as you feel the stranger’s body flush against you. Your eyes are still closed and you don’t want to open them. You want to live in this moment without worrying about who is behind you. The hands splay on your stomach as you lean your head back onto his shoulder. The person behind you is around the same height as you, maybe a little taller. Perfect.

One of the hands leaves your front and it sweeps your hair away from your neck that is closer to his face. Your heart beats at the same time as a soft kiss is left on the skin of your neck. The other hand leads your hips along with his, your mouth opening in a silent moan. The kisses keep being placed on your neck and you turn your head to give him more space. They turn open-mouthed and it makes you grab his hands that are on your stomach. His lips travel up to under your ear and he nips at the skin there. Your hands squeeze his and you hear a low chuckle in your ear, his breath hitting the shell of your ear, making you shiver. You push out your behind to his front which makes his hands squeeze your hips. Two fingers tap on your jaw on the other side of your head and they push you to turn your head towards the person's face whom you still haven't seen.

Your eyes stay closed as you feel him lean over to your lips, but before they can press onto yours, you open your eyes. Your whole body freezes as you realize who is in front of you. A woman. You push her away frantically as you stumble backward, colliding with other people who are unaware of what's happening. You mumble out a sorry which you are sure they don't hear, but you don't care. You almost kissed a woman. And not just any woman. The stranger in front of you is Yelena Belova. The Yelena Belova. Everyone in the city knows her and avoids her as much as they can. She is the leader of the Widow Club. One of the most dangerous people in the area. They all carry guns around, ride motorcycles and wear as much leather as they can. Like she is doing now, as she has a black leather jacket on with leather pants and a simple white t-shirt. It's hot. No, you can't think like that. She is dangerous. And she is looking right at you now.

You gulp as she keeps staring with her eyebrows raised expectantly. She takes a step closer to you and you try to stand your ground on shaky legs. She raises her hand and your eyes warily follow all her movements. The music is still blasting around you, but your ears are ringing as she sweeps your hair out of your face. Your mouth opens slightly and her eyes move down to it from your eyes. You close it quickly when you notice where her attention has shifted.

"What's wrong darling?" her accent surprises you and your body doesn't move as she steps even closer. Her face is a few inches from yours and you can't think of anything else but how gorgeous she is "Hmm?" she makes you feel small even though she is only a few inches taller than you.

"I don't- I can't- I'm not-" you stumble over your words making her smile at your cuteness. You are adorable.

"What is it?" she tilts her head to the side. You know she is talking to you like a baby, but somehow you find yourself liking it.

"I like men" the words fall out of your lips messily and your eyes widen at your own confession. Will she be mad?

"Are you sure?" she squints at you, not quite believing your words. Maybe you don't know yet "Because it seemed to me that you enjoyed yourself a few seconds prior" her smile is kind, but you are having a hard time believing she is being sincere.

"I thought you were a man" you avert your eyes and instead look at the people around you.

"Okay" she swiftly steps back with her hands up in surrender. You look at her in confusion "I don't know how badly you think of me" she begins and you look down on the ground in shame "but I won't push you to do anything" she gives you a small smile and then she is out of your sight, the crowd swallowing her. She is gone just like that. You stand there in shock as you try to process what happened. You spoke to one of the most feared people in the city. What is more, you danced with her and almost kissed her. And it was hot. Wait, no. It wasn't. It's just the alcohol in your system that makes you think like this.

You shake your head to clear your head, but it doesn't help much. Looking around you find your friends a few feet away from you, clearly not knowing what just happened. You walk over to them and tell them that you don't feel too good and you want to go home. You say your goodbyes and leave the place to flag down a taxi to finally go home and spend a sleepless night tossing and turning in your bed with a certain woman on your mind.

-

A whole week passes by and you still haven't forgotten about your almost kiss with Yelena. It's been on your mind every day since it happened and you found yourself fantasizing about what would have happened if you didn't stop. It's been annoying you the whole time, but you refused to dwell on it for too long. Until now.

You can't think of anyone else but her, even when a man is right in front of you. You can't kiss anyone without her face being the one that pops up in your mind. You don't understand what she did to you, but something is not right and you know how you can make it go away. You just have to kiss her and you are good. You don't know what it would be like and that's why you can't think about it. That has to be it. It's the only explanation.

Thus you decided to go to the place normal people wouldn't think of going. The Widow Club's place.

As you reach the old building your stomach contracts, your heart beating rapidly. Sweat coats your palms as you walk through the gate and into the yard that stretches in front of the building. Every head turns to you which makes you stop in your tracks, your fake confidence faltering.

"What do you want?" one of the women shouts at you which makes you slightly vince. They all laugh at your reaction.

"I'm looking for Yelena Belova" you speak back loud enough for them to hear. The woman who spoke to you raises her eyebrows and stands up from where she was sitting fixing her bike. She opens her mouth to speak but a door to her right opens and out walks the woman you are looking for. You unconsciously straighten your spine as she looks you up and down and you see recognition in her eyes. She remembers you.

"Come in" she looks into your eyes and you quickly walk toward her. She lets you walk through the open door first and you find yourself in a small office. Shelves line the wall to your right and a table with two chairs on either side of it is in the middle of the room.

Turning around you find Yelena flipping someone off outside the room before turning to you and closing the door behind her.

"So what do you want?" she sits down on her chair and motions for you to do the same across the table. You follow her and sit down. You inhale deeply and the air leaves your lungs in a long sigh.

"What did you do to me?" you look into her striking eyes and you almost lose yourself in it.

"What?" she leans forward to rest her elbows on the table.

"What did you do to me?" you repeat yourself a little slower.

"No I understood what you said, I just don't know what you mean" she shakes her head with a small smile on her lips. The lips you couldn't stop thinking about the past week. You clear your throat and look away from her face.

"Why can't I stop thinking about you and our almost kiss?" you steel yourself as you let the words fall from your lips. Maybe she has the answer to the question that has been burning you. She stares at you for a few seconds without moving at all and you start to feel uncomfortable.

"Are you serious?" she bursts out laughing out of nowhere. She falls back into her chair and now it's your turn to stare at her. Her laugh. Oh god her laugh is the most wonderful sound you have ever heard. When she quiets down a little she stands up and walks around the table to your side. You lean back as she places her hands on either side of you on the chair. Your gulp is visible to her and she tilts her head to the side in wonder.

"Are you scared of me?" she looks into your wide eyes, her voice is soft.

"No" your answer is quick and it comes out without thinking. Without knowing you ease her worries with just that one word.

"Does your heart beat faster when I'm this close?" she leans in closer and you suck in a breath which answers enough for her "You said you keep thinking about me" she grabs your arms to pull you up into a standing position "Well, I keep thinking about you too" she guides you to lean your back against the table and you let her move you however she wants. Her words leave you speechless, your heart drumming against your ribs in anticipation. She places her hands on either side of you on the table, caging you in.

"What do you want me to do about it?" her face comes closer to yours, her eyes not leaving your lips, and all of your resolves disappear.

"Kiss me" these two words are all she needs before her lips crash into yours. Your arms wrap around her neck to pull her closer as her tongue swipes across your bottom lip and your mouth opens to give her access. She explores your mouth making both of you moan into the fervent kiss. You know she is experienced from the way she moves her lips against yours and it only makes you even more frustrated in the best way.

She pulls away from you after a few seconds, eliciting a groan from you. Your eyes stay closed as you relish the feeling of being kissed by her for the first time. She places her thumb on your lips which makes you open your eyes. Her orbs are full of emotions you can't quite grasp yet, but you want to learn all of them. You lean toward her, but stop before you could kiss her again. Your mind is a mess and you can only think about her and her soft lips right now.

"Again?" the cheeky smile on her face leaves you breathless and you can only nod in response. She lets out a small chuckle before pressing her lips to yours again. Your noses bump against each other as her hands grasp your waist. Your fingers tangle in her blonde hair as she shifts her body flush against yours. Her hands find the back of your thighs to help you sit up onto the desk, knocking over everything in your way. Pencils fall on the ground along with their holder amidst loud clangs, but neither of you cares. She stands between your open legs, her lips not leaving yours for a second. You feel her palms brush the skin of your thighs and your mind goes into a frenzy.

A knock sounds from the door and you immediately pull away from her startled by the sudden interruption. Leaning her forehead against your shoulder she groans which makes you giggle. Pressing one last kiss on your lips she walks to the door and opens it.

"This better be important" her voice is authoritative and you are glad she doesn't see you as you bite your lip and clench your thighs together. God, she is so hot.

"Sorry boss we just heard some loud noises and we wanted to check on you to see if you were okay" you can hear the voice of the woman who spoke to you before, now it's laced with a smile as if she can barely hold back from bursting out laughing. They must be close.

"Fuck off" Yelena scoffs at her and she finally lets out the laugh she has been holding back. She slams the door in the woman's face and she turns back to you while shaking her head with a smile on her face. You lean back onto your hands on the table and tilt your head to the side as you watch her mumble under her breath. You catch a few idiots and I should be more strict which makes you smile. Is this the big, feared leader of the Widow Club? People don't know the real her it seems.

Her eyes find yours and she just looks at you for a few seconds. She has stunning eyes. In a few long strides, she is in front of you again, her hands on your legs.

"So how was that pretty girl?" her nose brushes yours which makes a small whine escape the confines of your lips. You avert your eyes bashfully after the sound you make. You seem way too needy.

"Did you like it?" her thumb brushes your cheek and your heartbeat speeds up at the tender touch "Did it answer your question?"

"Yes" the word comes out breathy "to both of them" your answer makes her chuckle.

"And what is the answer?" she pushes you.

"I want more" you confess while closing your eyes. You are too scared to see her reaction and it seems too real now that you said it out loud. You've never thought of any woman like this before.

"More of what?" her thumb keeps stroking your cheek making it hard to think straight.

"You" you keep your eyes closed because you know you would get lost in her orbs if you freed yours.

"Me?" the surprise in her voice is unmistakable and it makes you open your eyes.

"Yes, you" you nod confidently "I want to get to know you" you decide to tell her how you feel, and the smile that lights up her face is worth embarrassing yourself. She slams her lips onto yours making you grab her arm so you don't fall backward. Her kiss is hurried as she pours all her emotions into it and you feel like the whole room is spinning around you.

Pulling away the adorable smile makes its way back to her face and you feel your insides turn into mush at how endearing she is.

"I can't wait to get to know you" you laugh as she holds out her hand for you to shake.

"Yelena Belova" she introduces herself and you tell her your name in return.

"I think we will have a lot of fun together" her smile turns cheeky and you feel your face heat up at the implication of her words.

You can't wait to learn everything about the person most people know by reputation and you are glad you get the opportunity to be close to her. Who needs men when you have a woman like this next to you?

[theduosetter]

━ 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 ║𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨 𝐓𝐞𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐨

☆ Pairing: Au!Kuroo Tetsuro x f!reader

☆ Summary: Two broken hearts never truly heal no matter how many years pass. Maybe because the only person who can heal it is the one who caused the tear.

☆ Warning(s): angst, fluff,

☆ A|N: any feedback is appreciated! If you can please give it a heart or reblog it would really help my writing. Thank you!

Kuroo sighed for what seemed the millionth time today. His mind kept wandering off somewhere else, today felt different. There was something within him saying that today wasn't going to be the same again.

His phone vibrated once more alerting him of another incoming message. The screen lit up with the name Nanami. His lips moved as he saw the words spread out on the white background. Closing his eyes he leaned back against his office chair.

"What's with your face?" a voice spoke.

Kuroo rolled his eyes, "Nothing is wrong with my face, Kenma."

"Liar." he placed the folder down on his desk, "Is it Nanami?"

"No..." he half smiled "She's great actually... things are good between us right now."

"For someone who says that it sure doesn't look like it." Kenma said "Could have fooled me."

He sat up and looked at his friend, "Is there something that still needs to be done?"

Kenma shook his head "No everything important got taken care of."

Standing up he grabbed his blazer and put it on. "If anyone else calls can you take care of it?"

"Ok." before Kuroo could make it out the door, Kenma then asked him "Are you going to be alright?"

"I'll be alright. See you tomorrow..." he slightly smiled then took off.

Your feet grew tired as you kept walking the busy streets. The sun was just about to set down on the ocean. Even though it was warm, the air was nothing but fresh, the perk of living near coast.

A small smile formed on your lips as you saw kids running around the nearby playground, playing with their friends. It was the purest sound in the world; you thought.

There was never a doubt in your mind that being a mom was a gift. You hoped one day you too would have the chance at raising a mini you or a little boy that looked like your partner.

Your phone then rang. You quickly took it out of your bag and accepted the call.

"Hey love." you said "I'm on my way back home."

"I can't wait to see you." he said, making your chest tighten "I might be preparing something delicious for tonight."

"Really?" you asked "What's the occasion?"

He smiled, leaning back against the sink. "What, I can't just do something special for the love of my life?"

Your smile faltered as you remembered those words. Those were the ones that hurt you the most, even after almost 10 years.

"Of course you can." you replied "Can I have a hint on what it may be?"

"You would figure it out right away like last time. I'm not making that mistake again." he chuckled.

"It was one time, h/n." you smiled small, "Do you need me to bring something home from the store? I'm close to it."

"Pick out any drink you want to have and dessert if you'd like."

"Okay now I'm really curious about what you have up your sleeve, boy." you chuckled.

He bit his lip, smiling as he heard your laughter. "Don't take too long, alright?"

"I'll do my best love since it is rush hour. Wait for me?"

"Like you have to ask." he leaned over checking the food "I can't wait to see you. Text me when you get to the station."

"I will, love." you bid him goodbye and hung up.

It's sad how he has tried his best to make you happy and yet there's never a moment where something doesn't remind you of him. All these years you still wonder about how he's doing with his new partner. If he could accomplish the goals he had set out for himself. Even the thought if he maybe... still thought about you like you did.

Sighing, you shook your head "Stop it... you can't keep doing this to him. You're with h/n now not with him, he chose you agreed. No more second guessing." You mumbled.

You were about to turn left at the end of the playground when a stranger collided into you. Your feet slipped from underneath you. The bar that was put up around the playground was too far away for you to hold on to. Folding your elbows back, you opened your hands wide so you could stop your head from hitting the pavement.

Lucky enough, the tall stranger reacted in time and pulled you into him to avoid you injuring yourself. "I'm so sorry, are you alright?"

"Y-yeah... I'm fine..." you replied "That was close- wow I almost fell-" you tilted your head up and your breathing stopped.

The stranger kept their arm around your back, holding you against his chest. His eyes roamed the details on your face, from your eyes to shape of your lips. His heart was pounding against his chest, not believing you were in front of him.

"K-Kuroo..." you muttered.

"Y/n... I never thought I'd see you here." his brain couldn't wrap around the idea that you were here.

Realizing your chest was too close to his, you gently stepped back. Your cheeks flushed "I- um... I-I work around here."

"Right..." he mumbled "I thought you had stayed in Tokyo, is all."

"I got a job offer awhile back." You said "I've been living here ever since. What about you?..."

He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling shy suddenly. "I'm working with a company on a project along with Kenma."

"Wow... I knew Kenma was in town but didn't think you'd be here as well."

His head shot up "You spoke to Kenma?"

"Yeah..." you answered "He reached out to me and asked if we could meet up. I've been busy so I haven't had the chance..."

"Why didn't Kenma say anything to me?..." there was hurt in his eyes from the sudden news. "I thought Kenma of all people-"

You cut him off "I told Kenma that I didn't want you knowing. Don't blame him..."

"I see..."

The cars passed by, not knowing or caring about the two ex lovers on the sidewalk. Every person was moving on with their lives, focusing on getting home to their families.

You tried your best to calm your emotions. It was difficult to keep the facade up. Your body was itching to be again in his arms. "I should get going... goodbye Kuroo." you walked passed him hoping to forget you ever saw him.

However, Kuroo didn't want to let you go again this time. "Y/n, wait!" he yelled as he ran after you.

"He's not calling my name..." you repeated under your breath "He's not calling my name." Ignoring the loud sounds coming from the cars, you crossed the street.

"Y/n!" Kuroo yelled louder as he reached for you and held your wrist gently in his hand.

Looking over your shoulder, you made eye contact. "What are you doing, Kuroo?..."

"We need to talk." he gently spoke "It's been too many years."

"There's nothing to say about anything." you looked into his eyes "We both have our different lives, let's focus on that okay?"

"I don't want to walk away from you and regret it for the rest of my life again." Kuroo begged, "Please, give me a few minutes to talk with you...please."

Looking down at your watch, you saw you had some minutes to spare. "Okay..."

He let go of you, "Come on, I know where we should go." you followed him to the nearby bridge that was above an intersection along with shops down the street. You walked up the stairs and sat down on a bench that was in the middle of the two stairways.

It was awkward. As the seconds passed by, all you could think of were the things you wanted to say but felt afraid of saying it out loud. You were timid when it came to expressing how you felt since you were in high school. Yet when you met Kuroo that barrier was destroyed only for it to be rebuilt again a few years later.

"What did you need to tell me?" you asked, playing with your fingers.

"I'm sorry for how we ended things." your movement stopped "I thought back then that it was for the best. I didn't want to continue fighting every time with you. The amount of times we ended up apart became more frequent than the times we had ever spent together." His gazed was fixed on ground feeling too vulnerable to look at you "I didn't want to keep hurting you."

"I can't believe- why now?" you asked "Was that the reason you chose? You didn't want to stay and fixed things so you let me go?"

"We couldn't make things better and you know that y/n." he answered "Every time we tried it put distance between us more and more."

You closed your eyes trying to not let the tears fall "It's the fact that you lost hope in us that hurt Kuroo, not the breakup."

"It hurt me too..." he explained "But it hurt me more knowing you were suffering and not giving you the happiness that you deserved."

"I didn't care..." you sniffled "All I wanted was to be with you and solved it together. I kept on trying to find an answer as to what I did that was so wrong that made you leave me."

"What are you talking about-"

"You seriously don't remember?" you looked at him "The things you said to me that day... when I asked you why and all you said was because I didn't love you anymore, I don't want to stay by you. It's for the best Y/n go find your own life and forget about me."

He looked away, closing his eyes tightly. "I didn't mean to sound harsh..."

"But you did." you wiped away your tears "What hurt was the fact that you acted happy the last few days with me then suddenly... you ripped it off like a bandaid Kuroo..."

"I know..." he said "I know I fucked up- I kept thinking back every day after what happened."

You got up from the bench "Why did you pretend you were happy with me?"

"I wasn't pretending!" he exclaimed, getting up as well. "I was happy being with you."

"Could have fooled me... because knowing this now and you not remembering what you told me makes it harder to believe anything you say!"

"I need you. Trust me when I say that I still love you y/n." he stated.

"I-I can't..." you muttered, covering your face.

You were a sobbing mess, and it broke his heart that he was hurting you again when he vowed never to. Kuroo stepped forward slowly, trying to approach you.

"Please don't cry..." he said.

"I'm just tired of this... feeling this vulnerable and thinking about you," you admitted, "when I should focus on my future and not on the past..."

Kuroo stood in front of you, "Do you still love me?..." you didn't answer. He carefully took your hands into his own as he uncovered your face. "Do you still love me?..." he repeated himself.

His touch was arm, your head was dizzy. It's been so long since you were this close to him again. 'Did I still love him?' you thought, trying to figure out the answer on your own.

He gently wiped away your tears, "Because I haven't stopped Y/n... no matter where I'm going or who I'm with my mind goes back to you."

"Where was this 7 years ago?" you questioned "This love and worry you have about me? How you don't want to see me walk away from you again. Why did you show it too late to me? I wasted so much time wondering over someone who never once batted an eye to me when I saw you on campus those two years after our break up. I almost failed because my emotions were all over the place. If it hadn't been for the friends I had I wouldn't have moved on. Now you suddenly see me again one day and you confess you still love me? When you had chance after chance to tell me but chose not to." you clenched your jaw "You don't get to comeback and tell me you love me... it's not fair."

"I lived with the ache in my chest whenever I saw someone or something that reminded me of you. Out of all the y/n's in the world and each time someone said your name I turned around it hopes it was you but came empty every time it was a stranger." he breathed out trying to not break down in front of you but it became impossible. His voice cracked "I-I... still wish everyday that it had been you... y-you by my side a-and not someone else..."

"I wished we had met when we were older and wiser..." you whispered "Maybe then... this pain wouldn't exist within us."

He held your hand to his chest holding it tightly as he closed his eyes, trying to memorize your warmth. "We didn't know what to do... we were young and naive thinking love was such an easy thing to feel." he sniffled "It would be so easy... so damn e-easy... to say I'm sorry and start all over again. To go back to the days where were in l-love... without any problems..."

In all your years you had known Kuroo it was such a rare sight for him to cry and breakdown in front of you. After years, you were surprised to see he didn't feel shy or embarrassed of showing it to you again. It's like he had grown.

Gently you cupped his right cheek and he leaned into your touch. "I still do love you Kuroo..." you confessed "It scares me that I haven't been able to move on without you."

"I'm so sorry..." the pool of tears he held in his eyes were finally escaping "Maybe things would have worked o-out... if we had- no I had expressed my feelings earlier and told you how I felt from the beginning. If I had opened up myself up to you more and not runaway from the only person that had ever made me feel a whole. But I can't... I-I can't turn back time that was then and t-this is now..."

It was late. Yet hearing those words that you had dreamed for years to happen finally did. Life was definitely funny sometimes. One day you can keep convincing yourself you don't need that person that you're fine without them, then have it change with one interaction.

Smiling weakly you wiped away his tears. He smiled small feeling your thumb gently move against his cheek. "I can't believe I'm saying this but..." a chuckle escaped your lips "After all we've been through and still you make my heart beat like a teenager all over again."

"I would do anything to see you smile, Y/n." his eyes shined brightly as the sun's light reflected off his hazel orbs.

Your faces began to grow closer to one another. The space that was in between you two got shorter the longer you stared into each other's eyes.

"There's not anything else in this world that makes me happy as you do, y/n." he said.

Your foreheads gently rested against one another. His hands held your own tightly and brought them up to his lips. It made your stomach grow butterflies again.

Closing your eyes you focused on his touch not on the sounds of traffic. "I’d have my heart broken all over again if it meant that I could have those first six months with you."

He added "Those were the best months of my life."

Your phone then vibrated with messages coming in all at once. Kuroo freed one of your hands, you unlocked your device to see they were from h/n.

"Shoot..." you bit your lip.

"Is everything alright?" he asked.

"My...um boyfriend... is asking where I am..." you answered feeling conflicted as to what would be the best thing to do.

"You call him and reassure him you're okay." he said "If I was in his place I'd be worried too."

You were surprised by how mature he was, nodding you dialed his number. After a few seconds h/n picked up. Kuroo stood by your side and waited for you to finish.

"Y/n! Where are you I've been worried sick!" he exclaimed.

"I'm sorry... I saw a friend and they needed to talk to me. I didn't mean to make you worry." you explained.

He breathed out in relief knowing you were okay. "It's okay, I'm glad you're okay. Are you on your way back home or are you still with them?"

"I'm still with them I didn't realize it would take long. But I'll be going to the station soon to grab the last train home." you answered.

"Alright, are you sure you don't want me to go pick you up?" he asked "I don't want anything bad to happen to you."

"No don't worry I'll be home soon. I'll make sure to keep you posted okay?"

"Okay, please be careful. I love you." he said.

"I will, see you soon." you hung up then looked at him. "I should get going, Kuroo."

"I understand." he kissed your forehead softly "You don't owe me an explanation okay? Let's take it one step at a time. And if you still want to see me then I'll be here waiting for you. Like I should have done in the beginning."

Your heart swelled with joy that you wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. He smiled softly hugging you back tightly, "I missed you so much." you spoke burying your face in his neck.

"I missed you too, Y/n." he rested his chin on top of your head "Can I take you home?"

"I'd like that."

It didn't matter how long it took, he wasn't going to mess this second chance he had with you. He would wait a year if he needed to to be alongside you again. You were his world.

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Season 4, Episode 4 - Mr Pigeon 72

I have no idea where to start. This episode has some good things and some extremely stupid.

Marinette isn't still completely fine, but I prefer when she deals with it through being hyperactive than being a whining crybaby.

I know people don't agree with me, but personally I don't buy the whole revealing identity to Alya. It's not a problem with Alya herself, I would say the same about every single character who is not named Alix Kubdel at this point of the story. I haven't written anything in my post about Gang of Secrets, because I thought it would be undone in some way at the start of the next episode. The creators did nothing to explain why revealing identity of Ladybug to anyone was super dangerous and would result in a catastrophe in seasons 1-3 and the first two episodes of S4, but it's magically fine in episode 3. Only Alix made sense to me, as she will be the rabbit Miraculous holder, so she is destined to discover identities of everyone sooner or later and Marinette is aware of that. While it's not necessary to learn identity of anyone to other temporary Miraculous wielders, including Alya. Also that reveal hasn't been foreshadowed in season 3, while the show usually does it, especially if it's about something as important as that! More, in late S3, it's been shown that Alya still can't resist to not talking about Marinette's love life with Nino, despite she asked her to not do it. Now the girl, who is overly excited about superhero stuff, has no problems with even accidental revealing anything to Nino or someone else. She's even "stealing" Bunnix line that she's great at keeping secrets (sorry but you, the creators, haven't shown us that she's indeed is before!). This is why I think that reveal hasn't been planned before they started writing season 4.

But okay, I can deal with it, even if I don't buy it, but things these happened in Mr. Pigeon 72 are even more inconsistent with previous seasons. I have been worried about it, so it doesn't surprised me. For some reason Guardian related-things that have been kept in a secret before from everyone minus current Guardian and the future Guardian, are now fine being done in front of Kwamis (remember, they haven't been allowed to learn about making potions before!) and a civilian who is just a temporal Miraculous holder, not someone who is supposed to be trained to be a new Guardian. You can say - new Guardian, new rules, but why? Marinette has been portrayed as someone who respect authorities, she has never questioned any Fu's rules. It wasn't even said in the episode that she's going to change the rules. I hate that the writers don't even bother to explain us what's going on. Probably they don't bother about consistency, they think the audience is going to be too excited about Alya knowing Ladybug's identity and helping Marinette to question anything about it? How Alya could be allowed to learn the Guardian secrets? She is just best friend of the protagonist, she is not one of the main characters to get that special treatment. I makes zero sense to me. Especially since Su-Han will be introduced in episode 6 and he should help Marinette with understanding the Grimoire, Alya isn't necessary here for any other reason than fanservice.

In my opinion the way how they discovering how to make charms that protects from akumasitation was the most stupid thing that happened this season and one of the most in the whole show. Marinette who is the new Guardiand and portrayed as someone extreme intelligent and creative couldn't find the solution for days, but Alya with zero training magically discovered it in a few hours at worst. And when she told her the solution in not even very clear way, Ladybug did it immediately with no effort. That was so anticlimactic. At least the animation was fine, but other aspects of it was just a big disappointment, and I was looking forward for it. Thank goodness it's just the beginning of the season, I hope later important events of the season will be better written and portrayed.

Also I find it absurd that Rena Rough is walking with a page from the Grimoire like it's just an ordinary book and she's talking about it in front of a random civilian, like things that are written there are nothing special. She or Ladybug are not careful about Miraculous lore anymore. Not to mention that they are giving hints that Rena is very close to Ladybug in public, suspiciously close. And now with them being too careless, that's not hard to suspect that Rena Rouge is someone very close to Ladybug, maybe even as a civilian. Shadow Moth knows Rena Rouge's identity, and it's easy to him to learn who is Alya Cesaire's best friend if he doesn't know it yet, after all his son is in the class with her. Marinette has always been super careful and serious about her duties before, why that sudden change with zero explanation? It's just very out of character to her in my opinion.

I didn't like the akuma battle either, it's now the worst fight of the season in my opinion. It was so short and felt very lazy. I only liked that Plagg got some action and interaction with Ladybug (though it should be suspicious for her that he managed to reach to her that fast). He should be aware now that Alya knows Ladybug's identity but he acts like nothing happened. Not a word about it being unfair towards his kid or something, weird.

Thankfully the rest of the episode is generally more or less fun to me. It was nice to see Marinette and Kagami interacting again. I loved Kagami in the episode, although it was a bit weird to me that she isn't seemed to be affected by her breaking up with Adrien. Like her crush was very shallow, so she managed to recover herself from it very quickly. While it's been shown that Luka is hurt, despite Lukanette always seemed to be much more shallow than Adrigami in my opinion. But maybe it's because she's so down to earth, so being less emotional makes sense for her character. I liked how her attitude was opposite to Marinette's hyperactive: "No, I don't want to be in a relationship with Adrien again, he disappointed me, just let me live!!!". And she's another character who said that Marinette and Adrien are made for each other. I'm not surprised that Kagami sees it now when she tried to be with him and that didn't work. She's observant, sees more than many other characters. It seems she's an Adrienette shipper now. It's also good that her issue with Adrien wasn't resolved that easily and too fast. They need more time, but I'm sure they will be friends again.

So, we've gotten shirtless Adrien. I remember seeing a tweet of Thomas in which he answered to a question if there will be a beach episode and he said we will get something similar. I wonder if he meant this episode. Oh, they just remembered that Adrien is supposed to be allergic to feathers. It seems Adrien has allergic reactions only when it's somewhat related to the plot. When it's not, he's completely fine.

The reference to the famous Umbrella Scene™ out of nowhere in a random episode? It probably means something. I can see "reverse crush" supporters interpreting it as a proof to their theory, especially since this time Adrien did something clumsy and Marinette is laughing because of it (actually both of them). Or maybe because it's the first episode of season 4 with Marinette and Adrien interactions, they decided to be that much gracious for Adrienette fans, to compensate lack of it in the first three episodes. Oh wow, Marinette managed to propose spending more time together to Adrien without stuttering. Probably because she has done it spontaneously. Marinette is the most nervous when she's planning and thinking what could go wrong too much. This time she had no time to it, so it went more smoothly. It's like they building development of their relationship, but it didn't seem in Guiltrip (that's episode 11 chronologically) that something changed.

Seeing screenshot above, you can easily imagine how great friends they could be, being very comfortable around each other and laughing together, if not Marinette's anxiety. We need Adrienette development so much to get more moments like this.

Oh and I just realized that it's also one of the veeeeery few episodes with no real Ladynoir at all (the only other one I remember is Style Queen). So if there was no Adrienette it would be an episode without interactions of two main characters at all (although we almost got Ladrien). It could be another reason why this episode is that nice for Adrien and Marinette ship.

After seeing overly excited Marinette dancing in the rain, I can't believe she can manage completely give up on Adrien. It doesn't look like this at all.

Also we've seen three photos of Adrien wearing THAT scarf. It could not mean nothing different that foreshadowing that he's going to discover the truth about it somewhere this season. But I have no idea what Ladybug's mask with shining eyes could mean.

I don't know what to think about the episode. Despite absurd Guardian-related things, I still liked it much more than Gang of Secrets, but I have no idea if I generally enjoyed it more than other episodes of this season or not. At least it's an episode without stupid drama, which is amazing.

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I'm currently less active on social media, because my internet connection is very unstable, it often works very slowly to the point I'm not patient enough to visit Tumblr. Also I block spoiler tags again, because I don't want to see spoilers from the episodes those are going to be released very soon, as I feel that they reveal too much to me once more. We're currently in a marathon of the new episodes and since watching them is the more more enjoyable, the less I know about them, I decided to try avoid spoilers as much as I can. The only bad thing is that I can't be read discussions about the new episodes, reblog them and adding something from me until Optigami will be aired.