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jikjinz · 6 months
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★﹐this is overdose .﹗﹑
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anonymous asked: Can you please do treasure legal line overstimulating their s/o unintentionally kind off something?
cw: treasure legal line x fem!reader (separate); overstimulation (f!receiving), oral sex (f!receiving), squirting kind-of?, fingering, tit play/nipple play, unprotected p-in-v sex (yall better wrap it up), aftercare mentioned; lmk if i missed any
a/n: back on my bullshit to drop a bomb and disappear. this is like a year late request so im sorry in advance but ig better late than never lol. enjoy <3 and btw this is little to no proof-read so yall dont see eventual typos or grammatical mistakes.
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CHOI HYUNSUK 💭ˎˊ˗
it happened by accident
but when he noticed, his brain caught an error, a big one
keeps on going either way because you’re so gorgeous this way and he’s unable to stop
no thoughts in your brain right now, as your head is full of fuzzy pleasure and hyunsuk. that’s all you can think of and when you feel his tongue yet again on your clit you’re losing it.
hyunsuk is as well in his world… kind-of?? because his world right now consists of the most scrumptious meal he’s ever had. your pussy. and he loves the background music consisting of your moans, screams, and random blabbers you say occasionally. yet the moment your thighs shake and the most overpowering orgasm hits you while providing him the tastiest thing ever, hyunsuk finally comes back to reality. and as you try to calm yourself by breathing steadily, hyunsuk looks at your with his dreamy gaze, his lower face covered in his spit and your juices.
because you’re the best thing that he got blessed with and he hopes to keep you by his side until you two get old.
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💭ˎˊ˗ PARK JIHOON
probably it was his goal
which he achieved
grins like a stupid idiot (which he is) at your fucked up state because it’s him, it’s park jihoon who got you to such point and no. one. else. ego boost 100
“jihoon, please, please, please jihoon-”
“please what, pretty baby?”
“make me cum already, stuff me with your-”
jihoon only chuckles like a jackass, staring back at you with that cute smile of his. you whine again, trying to hump yourself on his hand that’s between your legs. he’s rubbing your clit for some time now, ocassionally picking up on his pace and then harshly stopping. jihoon also is toying with your cute tits and those nice nipples of yours, driving you even more insane, causing you to think only about him, his actions, his hand, his length…
jihoon grabs your chin with his other hand and kisses you hastily, a perfect disguise for his fingers sliding in past your folds, causing you to moan right into the kiss and cumming immediately, too intensively for your senses to bear. jihoon, satisfied with the results, lets you to ride it all out on his fingers. and as you look at him with that half-lidded eyes and soft smile, he’s about to melt.
because you are the only one who makes his heart flutter in such indescribable ways.
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KANEMOTO YOSHINORI 💭ˎˊ˗
once he did it, got so addicted to the result immediately
sent himself into the oblivion btw as well
stunned and amazed by the abilities of your hot body; would like to try this again
your body is on autopilot now, chasing that so much wanted pleasant high. mind went on a break, leaving your instinct to continue and all you got in your head right now was yoshi making wonders inside you.
“does it- ah! feel- good?” yoshi asks, his mind slowly ascending as well. the sight of your fucked out mind, your whitening knuckles from gripping the sheets so tightly… it’s all too much for him as well.
“uh- uh-huh!” that’s all he gets in response from you but that’s all he needs. and so yoshi continues, though he can’t do it for too long himself. he’s sure you’ve already milked him dry, yet you’re still going… until he feels something warm on his lower parts. smashed back to reality, yoshi smiles reassuringly, caressing your skin with his hand.
“you did so well, darling. i love you.”
because no matter how many times he’ll say it, it’s never gonna be enough and these words can’t cover the whole amount of his love for you.
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💭ˎˊ˗ KIM JUNKYU
gets worried the moment he notices your fucked-out face
tries to check up on you but when you tell him to go on
his insides do flips at the sight of the results of his actions
you’re a moaning mess, eyes rolling back to see your brain, tongue out with no strength to keep it tense.
holy fuck, what is happening to you?
“keep going! don’t- stop!”
and as junkyu hears your trembling words, there’s a sheepish smile on his face. the fact that your head is empty already, only lust and the overwhelming pleasure junkyu provides with his actions is getting to his head, slowly, but it does. he still cannot believe that he does you so good and his confidence grows with each louder scream, each rougher scratch of your nails on his shoulders, and each plea of your to make you cum for the nth time. and as he’s whispering ‘i love you’ over and over into your neck, he really means it.
because no one ever got him so confident in himself as you do.
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YOON JAEHYUK 💭ˎˊ˗
is in awe of the view in front of him
will stop if you want but that’s not enough for him
is the type to overstimulate you on purspose because it’s hot when you do it
jaehyuk can’t help but stare with wide open eyes and salivating mouth at your still spasming pussy.
“i’d love to see it more often, baby,” he says with that dumb boyish smile. right now, jaehyuk looks like a little child amazed by a new toy. he’s still staring at your entrance, in awe, trying not to hump himself between your thighs. finally, he looks at your face and gets close, so he can kiss the living shit out of you. you are just too good for him and he would give you the world if you’d ask. and he’ll start with a comforting bath, warm bathrobe, and lots of kisses and cuddles.
because he loves you so much and he knows you love him the same amount. but he still loves you a bit more than that.
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💭ˎˊ˗ HAMADA ASAHI
did you so good for so long you squirted for the first time ever
blurted out some stupid bullshit because he loved that so much
will try to make you squirt again in the future (next time you get intimate)
“now that was hot as fuck.”
asahi stares at your soaked pussy and the wet stains on the sheets, in awe of your abilities. and as you squirm, trying to run away from his stare in embarassment, his heart swells inside his guts.
“darling, i love that you did it, it was incredibly hot and i wish to see you do such things more. it made me even more horny right now to be frank.”
you are able to only stare at him for a second, then chuckle at his honest words. as he sees your body slowly relax with each laugh, he smiles as well.
because he loved how you made his heart flutter with your smile and he would do anything to see you smile all the time.
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KIM DOYOUNG 💭ˎˊ˗
another idiot who gets an ego boost
but is incredibly lost at what is going on with you
stops the moment you start crying out his name, does not understand the mixed signals of your words and body
“ah-! too- too much-!”
the moment doyoung hears these words, he stops his movements. indeed, he got lost in the pleasure the moment he slid inside, yet it seemed at first you were enjoying it as well. he has no idea what is happening to you but carefully watches your body, your each move, as he slowly tries to understand what do you mean.
“are you- are you okay, princess?”
the concern in his voice brings your senses back a bit and as you notice his worried stare, you try to say something coherent, though your fried brain can’t find right words.
“so good it’s- too much.”
what?
he is still looking at you and he still monitors your reactions but can’t help this cheeky smile. as he proceeds to finally get your words to his head, doyoung can’t help but kiss you.
because he did you so good it’s too much, all of it by accident, which only adds to his confidence.
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rae-writes · 3 years
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Hi there! I have been wanting to request something for a while on your blog, uh are yandere headcanons allowed? if so may i request yandere headcanons for dream, Wilbur , technoblade , sapnap , badboyhalo and awesamdude chasing down their s/o after they've escaped? feel free to not do it! I hope you get enough sleep , food and water! make sure to always take breaks! (sorry if my grammar is kind of bad and also they/them pronouns pls ^^" )
Did I hear more yandere dsmp?? *chefs kiss*
This actually is impeccable timing cause I just finished another yandere dsmp request but this will probably take a few days to finish, oops-
(also I did the bullet points sort of based on how my own commentary would be, which would- like any “normal” person- include a LOT of cursing and smartass remarks)
Warnings : yandere love, re-kidnapping [I guess], threats of/implied bodily/mental harm (post-running away), manipulation, slight hints of gaslighting
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Dream
You had to be the stupidest person ever, you decided. Choosing to “run away” in his territory rather than grab a shit ton of pearls and use them was, admittedly, not your best moment. So here you were, sprinting your ass off, in a forest that he knew like the back of his hand (and you swear you heard some haunting ass melody following you- du du du du) and OW- okay, note to self, don’t run into trees-...oh. You ran straight into Dream. Shit.
Your mouth couldn’t form any words fast enough before he was gripping your wrist. Your jaw was also caught in his bruising grasp, forcing you to have to look at him.
“You could’ve told me you wanted to play, Baby. You know I would’ve let you~” Dream cooed, leaning down so close your noses brushed. His green eyes were lit up with adrenaline- there wasn’t a trace of anger anywhere.
It made you relax, if only slightly.You could still be good for him right? “I...’m sorry...just wanted your attention.” You pouted, mapping out his freckles while you were still so close.
“Oh?” His body ran hot- he couldn’t deny the jolt in his chest when you said that, “Well you certainly got it, yeah? Tell you what. Hide for 10 minutes without me finding you and I’ll forget whatever I had in mind for a punishment.”
You licked your lips, disliking the sudden dryness of your mouth, “O-okay...” You stumbled a bit when he released you, staring at him for a few moments before bolting.
You didn’t think it was just a manhunt anymore. And if you could guess anything based on his wild laughter, you’d say he already knew that.
Rev!Wilbur
Where the hell could you even run, you were out in the middle of fuck all! Still, you ignored the sharp rocks embedding themselves into your skin and continued to run looking like a maniac, probably. It was abnormally dark and shadows were being cast everywhere- it was like the forest was alive and there were creepy sounds echoing through the air. Little did you know : it was intentional. So before long, you’d found yourself crawling back into Wilbur’s arms, sobbing, and scared out of your mind
Your hand did it’s best to muffle the pitiful sounds coming from you but it was still in vain- you were absolutely hysterical. Every minute the forest seemed to darken and every minute your torch got dimmer and dimmer. You didn’t know what to do except...”WILL!”
A cruel smirked crawled it’s way up the man’s face before he wiped it off in favor of a more worried expression and rounded the corner, “Y/n? What’s the matter, little star?”
“W-will!” You barreled into him, wrapping your arms around his midsection tightly, “Wilbur!” Your wails were unrestrained now, as his sweater did nothing to hide them. “I-I wanna go!”
His lips quirked up, “Go? Go where-”
“Home! I wanna go home- take me...take me back home!” Your face nuzzled into his chest before peeking up at him with a tear-filled pleading gaze.
His heart jumped; did you just finally call his house home? A warm chuckle left him, “I’ll take you home, love. Did you learn your lesson? Hmm? Only I can protect you, you know that now right? The world’s just too dangerous without me.”
You found yourself nodding along, feeling relieved when he picked you up in his arms, “Y-yes, I learnt my lesson...Don’t wanna ever leave without you, Will.”
“Good.” 
Techno
Out of literally every single biome known to freaking man, Techno had to choose the goddamn Tundra! Your cash and prizes were freezing off, you had nothing on but the bastard’s flimsy white button up and your underwear- which, by the way, provided no warmth or coverage. Plus- oh, look. A wolf. Looks like he caught up. Damn. 
The wolf in your path was one of the oldest ones- the leader. With a single howl, multiple younger wolves from the pack surrounded you with excitement; they’d caught their “prey”. And the true leader of the hunt wasn’t far behind.
“Are you done with your little tantrum now?”
You felt paralyzed, but you forced your body to turn and face him. You felt like your throat had swollen shut, but you forced out a “N-no.” You had a pair of brass ones, that’s for sure. 
Techno chuckled, raspy and dark, “Oh? Run then, little fox, run! Let’s see how far you get!” Red hues watched your every step as you began to sprint. He let out one more chuckle before whistling for the wolves to go back home; He could catch you himself. 
Your throat burned and your chest rattled with every intake of breath and the cold air brought even more discomfort. You were almost positive that frostbite was starting to form on your feet and hands but you couldn’t stop running. You had to get away, you had to leave. Who knows what he’d do if he caught you again-!
“Caught you, Y/n. I hope you found it fun to break the rules while you could, because playtime’s over.”
Sapnap
fuck, fuck, fuck, f u c k- why did it have to be the Nether of all places? Sure, you managed to snag some fire res but the heat was ridiculous and there were so many other obstacles- and holy shit how did Sapnap already catch up?! There was nowhere else to go but...down...fuck. 
“COME ON BABY, IS THIS REALLY HOW YOU WANNA BE?” Sapnap irritably wiped away the sweat forming at his brow, deepening the frown that was set on his face. “I told you to be good! This is the exact opposite!” 
So maybe you were just mildly panicking before, but now you were absolutely loosing it, “Just let me g-”
Sapnap lunged forward, “NO! YOU’RE MINE!” 
You screamed and made one of the dumbest decisions ever. You jumped. Your body went into autopilot : fumbling with the fire res bottle and downing it seconds before your body was submerged into lava. 
The relieved laugh you let out was airy as you splashed the lava around a bit. Your laugh was quickly cut short and your body- despite the extreme heat- was quick to turn ice cold when you heard a splash behind you.
“I was born in fire, Y/n, you think this is gonna hurt me?”
“S-sap...” You’re arms frantically moved you backwards, “Sapnap, please-!” You cried out when your head was slammed down into a netherack block.
“Shut. up. I gave you chance after chance. This time, you’re getting a punishment, and I can assure you, you won’t like it. So don’t ever-” He tugged your head back sharply; his entire appearance had changed, “-do some shit like this again. Understand?”
Sam
You didn’t know what the fuck you were doing, all you knew was that you had a few of Sam’s main keycards and you were fucking hiding. You stumbled through the prison, trying to get to each of the checkpoints as fast as you could, when you finally came to the innermost room : Dream’s cell. At this point, you didn’t even care if it was Dream, you just wanted to get away from him. But the sudden footsteps behind you was enough to tell you he wasn’t letting you go.
The lava was now just a pool at the bottom of the room and you couldn’t have shoved the next keycard in the slot faster. You didn’t glance at the approaching footsteps, you just sprinted and jumped onto the moving platform. Dream’s head swiveling around could be seen in your peripheral vision, but you were more focused on Sam’s heaving figure. 
It wasn’t because he was out of breath- no, he was pissed. His hand slammed down on the button and the platform halted to a stop. “Y/n, you take another step and I swear to-”
“NO! FUCK YOU!” What a brat you were. You turned and eyed the distance from the unmoving platform to Dream’s cell. You took a deep breath.
“Y/n, don’t. you. dare!”
And you leaped for it. Your hand was so close to the obsidian floors but a cord wrapped around your waist as you were yanked backwards. “NO!” Your shoulder hit the ground with a sickening crack and you suddenly couldn’t stop crying. 
“What’s the matter? Does the little brat have a boo-boo?” Sam’s voice was condescending and cruel, “Suck it up.” His hands were harsh as he picked you up like a rag-doll. 
You whimpered at the growl that escaped Sam when you reached out for Dream, feeling yourself go dizzy at the way he swung you around, “Sto-”
“Shut it. Brats don’t get to talk, and they sure as hell don’t get to be treated nicely. If you’re good on the way home, I’ll think about easing up your punishment.”
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that kind of morning, m | jjk
pairing(s): jungkook x reader
summary: You’re really bad at waking up. Big sleepyhead with foggy memory kind of bad. Your brain is on autopilot. Hm, kind of hard to pilot when everything seems out of place. And you’re mildly hungover. Ow. You just ran into a muscular chest. Who could that be?
warnings: rated M (18+) for language; morning after a wild night; graphic descriptions of sexual acts and a tiny bit of smut–while on the phone (fem reader, nipple play, dry humping, hint of a handjob); non-idol!BTS; basically sleepy and slightly hungover reader trying to piece together life lmao
Most people make their worst decisions at night.
Not you. You make your worst decisions in the morning. 
Maybe it's because you don't drink coffee.
"Ow!"
Was your bed always that high? Huh. You squinted in the sunlight filtering through the window, far too bright for your sensitive eyes. Instead, you occupied yourself with sniffing the t-shirt you were wearing. It smelled clean, like fabric softener. Also, it was white. Generally, you didn't buy white shirts since they dirtied easily. A miracle that this one wasn't stained. 
You stumbled through the bedroom door – was it always that far? – and smacked your nose into a wall. 
"Ow!"
"Ah!"
A moving wall. Wait, not a wall. A shirtless guy. Oh. It had been that kind of night. 
You rubbed your nose. "Erm, hello. You're still here, huh?" you mumbled. 
The guy blinked at you. "What do you mean? This is my apartment."
Oh. That's why everything seemed unfamiliar. Now that you looked at him, he was pretty attractive. Long dark hair, large brown eyes, dark brows, shapely pink lips with a mole underneath his lower lip. He had two more on his nose and cheek. Lightly tanned skin and a cute confused face. Huh. Nice muscles too. Good for him. 
"Alright, I'll be on my way then, uh..." you trailed off awkwardly, pushing past him. The events of last night were hazy and your head hurt a little, although not so bad that you couldn't function. You were just poorly functioning because you weren't a morning person. 
"Do you want coffee or something?" the guy asked, following you. He sounded a little worried. 
"Nah, I don't drink coffee," you muttered, holding onto the wall as you walked down the unfamiliar narrow hallway. "Stains your teeth."
Speaking of teeth, your breath was probably awful. Hopefully that poor guy didn't breathe near you. Come to think of it, this wasn't what you were wearing last night. It was probably his shirt, considering the large size. Where were your clothes? Oh, look, a bathroom. 
"I could order us some breakfast," the guy continued as you stuck your head into the bathroom and saw the sink. There was a black toothbrush and a crumpled tube of toothpaste, definitely not yours. A black cup for rinsing one's mouth, with a winking emoji printed on it. A black shirt bunched up and half-falling off the sink. Deodorant. Cologne. You picked it up and sniffed it. A clean scent. Didn't make you want to throw up. Awesome. 
You flicked on the faucet and shoved your hands under it. Cold. Fuck. Whatever. You cupped some and brought your hands to your face, dripping water everywhere, and cursing under your breath before gargling some. Best you could do. You spied something red out of the corner of your eye. What was that? You squinted at the towel rack through the mirror, water trickling down your chin. There was a thin scrap of ripped lace fabric on the hanging white towels. 
The guy was still talking. 
"I can get you a spare toothbrush? Do you want some cleanser to wash your face?"
He had a pleasant voice, a little deep. Clear, smooth. Made you think of a cool, refreshing breeze. 
Wait. 
Were those your red panties on the towel rack?
You winced at the mirror. Welp. Those were done for. Didn't look like you could salvage them. You suddenly felt a chilly draft on your bare ass. Your arms were still dripping water as you leaned down and splashed your cheeks. Guess you'll just have to figure something out. You turned off the water and wiped your face off with your palm. A white hand towel appeared. You took it, seeing the guy's tattooed hand and arm. Sexy. He had an emoji tattooed onto his knuckle of a sheepish, crooked smile. 
Kind of looked like you, at the moment. 
You dried your face and hands. 
"Thanks, but it's fine, I'll just go home so I don't bother you," you said, folding the towel and placing it on the sink before moving past him and his curious expression. 
"You're not bothering me. I want to make your morning comfortable."
You noticed your red dress from last night on the ground. The thin straps were torn off and there was a distinct, dark stain down the front. Hmm. You vaguely remembered scooping your tits out and smashing them against his hard dick and dropping a stream of spit down your chest for lubrication before furiously tit-fucking him and making him cum all over your collarbones and neck. 
Ah. 
Well. 
That dress was fucked. 
"Can I borrow this shirt? I'll give it back," you said, turning around to see the guy's face bright pink, staring at your dress on the ground. 
"Uh, yeah, sure, whatever you want," he rambled, shifting awkwardly. He was wearing light gray sweatpants. You looked down. He shifted away quickly, but it was pretty hard to disguise that tent. 
You scratched your head. Hm. "Say, uh..." you trailed off again. 
He blinked with those big chocolatey eyes. "Oh, um, Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook." 
He stuck his hand out. You shook it, fitting your hand in his, suddenly remembering when you grabbed it and put it between your legs, smearing your juices from his wrist to his forearm and grinding onto his muscle, flexing your opening on his skin as he moaned darkly into your ear.
Ah.
You let go.
You were probably past handshakes, but, oh well?
"Right, erm, Jungkook, do you know where my jacket is?" you asked sheepishly. 
Jungkook whipped his head around, sending his black hair flying everywhere. "I think... it's in the living room?" You remembered running your hands through that hair, panting in his face as he shoved you against the wall, two fingers on your clit and rubbing furiously, those big chocolate eyes watching you come undone under him. 
He moved past you and you flattened against the wall, not touching him. Hm. This increased clarity as you continued to wake up was starting to make this more and more, uh... less chill? Weird? Awkward? You followed him at a slight distance, lifting your head to see his back. Your eyes widened. Long red scratches up and down his defined back, caused by your fingernails as he fucked you violently into his bed, your thighs clasped around his waist and his name in your mouth, his thick cock making your pussy so tight and full that you felt like you were going to explode, so completely jammed with pleasure that you couldn't stop moaning. 
Erm. Hm. You kind of needed panties with the sudden leakage happening down there. 
Oh shit, did you use protection? You frowned as you screwed up your eyes to think. Yes. You did. Jungkook had grabbed them from his nightstand and spilled the whole box, thus causing you both to scramble to detach one in your and his haste.
For. 
Er. 
Fucking like animals. 
You both got one condom and ended up using both.
"Ah, here." 
You reached out and took your long-line black leather jacket from Jungkook. That's right. You'd worn that red satin dress with this jacket and black high heels. You spied them by the mat at what you assumed was the front door. Jungkook wasn't looking at you. His face was red. You slipped on the jacket. Smelled the rum still sticking to it. Right. You went to the club, got a drink, and Jungkook had knocked into you, spilling it into your jacket. It was an accident, but that was fine, because Jungkook was hot and you bribed him into talking to you by asking him to buy you another drink.
Super cute with his apologies, nervously speaking to you all night before loosening up with a few drinks and beginning to tease you, little by little, until you were in his apartment, getting your jacket slipped off your shoulders and his mouth on your newly exposed skin. 
The memory made you reach up to touch your left shoulder. You winced. Peered under the jacket and shirt to see a giant purple hickey. 
"Oh... er, sorry..." Jungkook sputtered sheepishly. "You seemed really into it at the time."
There was damn waterfall between your legs now.
"I was," you replied, a little too quickly. "Uh, I mean, I am. Was great."
You facepalmed. Jungkook jumped, startled that you slapped your own face. 
"Sorry, I'm not a morning person. What I meant to say was last night was amazing and I had a great time," you sighed. "You were wonderful. And hot. And sexy. And I'd do it again."
Jungkook blinked at you with those big chocolatey eyes. 
"O... oh." 
He seemed torn on whether to believe you or not. To be fair, your voice was hoarse and you sounded half-dead. Plus, your speech was a little cliché. Sigh. You struggled to retain brain function, shaking your head roughly. It always took you a long time to wake up and it was worse when you weren't home doing your usual routine. You furrowed your brows, raising your head to frown at Jungkook. 
Hold on. 
"Don't you work for my dad?"
Jungkook started, eyes shifting. 
"Er... yeah."
Did you just fuck one of the waiters at your dad's high-end restaurant? All night?
Huh.
What are the chances?
You were going to have to see Jungkook later that night, since you were the hostess.
"You know, Jungkook," you said, realizing why you had spoken to him last night, why it was fun and familiar banter, why he was so cute to you, and why it had been such a good chance. "Let's not tell my dad about this."
Jungkook's eyes went shifty again. "Yeeeeeeeah... let's not."
Your dad meant well. He was loud and brash by nature and scared every human being that hadn't lived under his roof for decades. Speaking of living under his roof... Maybe you shouldn't go home smelling like rum and Jungkook's cologne, wearing his t-shirt and no panties.
"You... sure you wanna go home?" Jungkook asked, chewing on his lip. You noticed he looked a bit disappointed. Sad. 
"Actually," you sheepishly began. "Maybe I shouldn't. Not until Papa leaves the house." You twisted your mouth to one side and poked your index fingers together. Awkward. "Your offer for breakfast still stands?" 
He brightened. "Yeah. Yeah, of course. What do you want?" He held up the phone form the coffee table. "We can order something."
Your eyes shifted to the phone. Ten missed calls. 
"I would call Papa first," you muttered, walking forward and taking the phone from him. You felt his body heat, the closeness of his bare torso. He smelled nice. Jungkook made a surprised noise, only now realizing he had picked up your phone by accident. You slipped your other arm around him and pulled him to you, inhaling his scent. He made another squeak of confusion as you pressed your lips to his warm chest. 
Mmm. Nice. 
You phone vibrated violently and you answered it without looking, kissing Jungkook's skin softly, hearing him gasp and stifle his moan as the sharp bark of your name blasted from the phone speaker. 
"Where are you?!" Your dad was yelling at the top of his lungs. Jungkook shivered under you. He probably thought your dad was pissed, but he was only worried. 
"I'm fine. Slept over at a friend's since I went to the bars last night."
"Oh, fuck, sheesh," your dad grumbled, swearing repeatedly. Your lips began to travel and Jungkook was smacking your arm impatiently, shaking his head, mouthing at you, are you crazy, what the fuck are you doing, before he clenched his jaw and tipped his head back as you began to lazily lick his dark nipple, feeling it harden with your touch.
"Are you eating?" your dad barked in your ear. 
"Mhm, can't start the day unless you eat," was your reply, grinning around Jungkook's nipple as his face was becoming more panicked by the second. 
"That's right," your dad huffed. "What are you eating?"
"Korean."
Jungkook gave you an exasperated, pained look that quickly turned to ecstasy, placing a hand over his mouth and muffling his moan as you sucked in his nipple, bringing your hips into his sweatpants, the tent returning.
"Hah, fine, would it kill you to fucking call so I don't think you're dead?" Now that you were an adult, your dad didn't bother filtering his cursing anymore.
"Ah, sorry, sorry," you replied, very apologetically and sweetly, grabbing a handful of Jungkook's ass and ramming his rock-hard cock into your crotch, clamping your thighs around it. Jungkook was flailing his one free hand and pressing the other over his mouth, trying not to make a fucking sound. 
"I'll remember next time. Promise, Papa."
You heard your dad let out a puff of air. "Hmph. Fine. Don't forget you have to work tonight. I'll let you have the day after off..."
You raised your eyebrows, switching sides and slowly flicking your tongue on Jungkook's nipple, thighs sliding back and forth on Jungkook's clothed length. He was losing it above you, muting his cries and rutting against your thighs to match your pace and add more simulation.
"I thought the other hostess was on vacation for a couple more days?"
"I asked your mother to cover for you," your dad grunted. "You should have some free time while you're still young. Have some fucking fun before you die. That's why I work."
"Ah... okay, thanks Papa. I love you."
"Love you too," was your dad's reply, not so gruff anymore, but warmer and kinder. 
He hung up. 
You dropped the phone from your ear. 
Jungkook gasped a lungful of air, throwing his hand aside now that he could finally breathe, turning into a high-pitched yelp when you yanked his pants down, shoving his cock between your thighs again, but skin on skin this time, angling him down, the head smearing pre-cum in your mid-thigh. Ah, yes, what a pleasant surprise it had been when you saw this pretty cock for the first time, looking so perfect squashed between your tits. 
"B-But breakfast..." he choked out between moans.
"I'm getting it," you panted, grinning, sliding up and down his hot stiffness, feeling it twitch. "Best to have some protein in the morning."
Jungkook clenched his jaw, horny and indignant.
"Korean? Really?"
You switched to your hand, kneeling down as you stroked his stiff length hard and fast, giving him a devilish open-mouthed smirk, wet tongue sliding out.
"Hey, I didn't lie."
-
wondering how Jungkook feels about all this? that kind of evening.
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missblissy · 3 years
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Heyo! Do you think you could write something for demon al finding out his demon s/o also likes to sing? I love singing and it think it would be really cute to do it with Alastor 🤲🏻
((I would love to nonny! Im sorry for the wait :') I hope you like it! I turned it more into a song fic? Like.... A... double song fic xD??? Anyways I hope you enjoy!! Here and Here are the songs used in this fic!!))
He took a deep breath in and held on to it for as long as he could. The one and only joy he really had within the walls of this hotel was this. If it wasn't for these weekend shows, he might have just killed everyone by now out of sheer boredom. Every weekend, the Hazbin Hotel opened its doors to the general public. The lounge was opened up, tables were set, seats were filled. Dinner and a show were to be served to all who came in those doors. Though not free of charge, much to Charlie's protests. But the hotel had to make money somehow, so Alastor was put in charge of that.
The curtains pulled and opened before him and a spotlight flashed upon him. Alastor smiled wide, "Hello~!" He said in a cheerful tone. He was already scanning the crowd of people, looking for you, "How is everyone doing tonight? Horrible I hope!" The audience let out a little laugh at that. Alastor kept looking around, but the seat you normally sat in had someone else in it. No noticed, but there was a twitch of anger in his smile for a second, "Well! Let's get this show started!" He snapped his fingers and the spotlight turned off. Music started to play and soon enough Alastor transformed himself into a more casual outfit. As the music picked up, his spotlight turned back on and Alastor was half tempted to not sing this song especially if you weren't even here. Well, he did only meet you a few weeks ago, and you only did just started some... flirtationship if you would even call it that.
Oh well. Here goes nothing. Some much for trying to impress you with this, "I heard the time just slips from your sugarplum lips. So I go there just to watch it fall and then my jaw just drops when your cherry lollypops! I get nervous when you bounce my ball~" He gave a charming smile to no one in general, unfortunately. Come on, were you late? No... You knew when the hotel opened....
"I get the strangest sense we were lovers, past tense. Like a dog in heat, I just can't be indiscreet and when I see you there I whisper my prayer so sweet~ I'm getting shaky on my feet, I'm incomplete~" Alastor's mind raced while he sang on autopilot. Maybe he just couldn't see you in dark? Maybe you were all the way in the back? "I'll be your one-man band, I'll be at your command! Just say the word and I'll be your renaissance man, I swear! I'll go where you don't dare, I'll bury this affair deep down in Sugartown~"
Alastor paused with the music, letting the song play only enough for him to take a deep breath and wonder where the hell was his favorite little play thing, "I heard your glass hips swayed while the jitterbugs played. Every man was on his bended knee~ And all my hopes got smashed as my nerve just crashed! I was as heavy as a boy can be." He went on to sing the chorus again, while somehow giving up on looking for you in the crowd at the same time. It was almost too ironic that the next lines fit his feelings perfectly, "And if you just can't do me right, then, honey, please do me wrong! I'll be your one-man band, I'll be at your command! Just say the word and I'll be your renaissance man, I swear I'll go where you don't dare, I'll bury this affair deep down in Sugartown!"
He sang on, with a slight hollowness to his voice that no one picked up on. He didn't move as quickly or flash as big of a smile. Alastor finished his little musical number and left the stage with a round of applause, and quickly someone else took the stage. All kinds of people showed up to sing, to even do comedy (Which Alastor did as well, he just didn't feel like it today. Maybe he should have seeing as you weren't even here.)
There was a special place where Alastor got to sit. In the very front, in a booth with Charlie, Vaggie, and Husk. Nifty was never around for these kinds of things, and Angel often made some kind of sexual escapade out of a song later into the night. When Alastor finally sat down with the rest of the group, he found it very odd that Charlie was bouncing with joy.
"Hi, Al!" She said a little too loud. She got "shh"ed by a few people close by, "Sorry-" She whispered out, "Hi!" She said again to Alastor with a little wave of her hand.
His ever-present smile grew only slightly, "Hello, Charlie. Excited for tonight, are we?"
"Yeah!" She blurted out again, with another round of people hushing her up. So this time she whisper-yelled, "You're in for a great show tonight, Al!"
Alastor flickered his gaze to the stage, the same person was still there trying to make music out of whatever horrible sounds they were making. He looked back to Charlie and raised a brow, "I am?" He asked, "What makes you say tha-"
"Shh! Shh!" Charlie held a finger to her mouth and waved her other hand in the air, "It's starting!" Alastor looked to the stage again, now empty with no lights shining on it.
Music started to play once again, but the lights remained low. He could barely make out someone walking in the darkness of the stage, then suddenly, the lights flashed on and it was you, "You call me on the telephone, you feel so far away. You tell me to come over, there's some games you want to play," You stared him down, eyes lock on no one else but Alastor. Finally, the table have turned, and little did Alastor know that he was going to be the one seduced with a song tonight, "I'm walking to your house, nobody's home. Just me and you and you and me alone~"
You quickly take step after step down the front of the stage, matching your movements to the tempo of the song. It was only a few steps before you stood right in front of the table Alastor, and everyone sat at. But somehow you made him feel like he was the only one in the room, "We're just playing hide and seek, it's getting hard to breathe under the sheets with you~ I don't want to play no games, I'm tired of always chasing- chasing after you~" It was like you a spell on him. Your words were sultry and loose enough for him to read between your lyrics. You even gave him that sneaky little smirk before going on to sing, "I don't give a fuck about you anyways! Whoever said I gave a shit 'bout you? You never share your toys or communicate, I guess I'm just a play date to you~"
You spun on your heel quickly giving a wave of your hand. You were playing hard to get and you knew Alastor couldn't resist. As you made your way back up the long stage, Alastor couldn't even stop himself before he realized he was following you up there. At that moment, he knew everyone was watching him... and you. How entertaining.
Just as he got close enough, you turned quickly to face him and quickly point a finger at him, then press it into his chest to push him away, "Wake up in your bedroom and there's nothing left to say. When I try to talk you're always playing board games," You then quickly moved your hand and grabbed him by his chin. You gave a dirty little smirk and made sure to give him look he couldn't resist, "I wish I had monopoly over your mind, I wish I didn't care all the time. We're just playing hide and seek~ It's getting hard to breathe under the sheets with you! I don't want to play no games, I'm tired of always chasing, chasing after you~"
You walked circles around him, Alastor's eyes hard on you and watching every move. His smile was weak, shaken, and there was a hunger in his eyes you'd never seen but always wanted to, "Ring around the rosy, I never know- I never know what you need~ Ring around the rosy, I want to give you- want to give you what you need~ I don't give a fuck about you anyways. Whoever said I gave a shit 'bout you? You never share your toys or communicate, I guess I'm just a play date to you."
Alastor made an attempt to reach out and grab you, but he was slowly and only half attempted. You spun by him quickly, missing him, and making sure to give him a wink as you avoided him. But you stopped just shy of him, standing dead center. You smiled, then tilted your head slightly and held your hand out for him to take, "You know I give a fuck about you everyday, guess it's time that I tell you the truth. If I share my toys, will you let me stay? Don't want to leave this play date with you~"
There was a loud round of applause, cheering, and whistling. To say he was stunned, walking around like a drooling dog, that would be an understatement. You smiled wide, giggling to yourself as Alastor started to remember where he was. He didn't like all these eyes on him, and especially on you. He looked over his shoulder and saw Charlie and Vaggie laughing, in a good way, at least. They seemed to be enjoying watching Alastor fawn over someone.
That drew the line in the sand for him. He quickly grabbed onto your wrist and with his free hand, he snapped his finger. In a little cloud of smoke and dust, the two of you were gone from the hotel's auditorium. You watched as Alastor poofed the two of you away, and manifested out in the hotel hallways. His grip on you was tight as you giggled at his flustered face.
Your little giggles grew as you asked, "So? Did you lik- Mwh!" Alastor cut you off by slamming his lips into yours. He held onto you, hands gripping your arms as he dragged you in closer to him. You were caught off guard as he pushed you backward until your back was pressed against a wall. He deepened the kiss, hungry for more and more of you. You moaned, falling into his embrace and giving in to his demands.
Alastor pulled only inches away but made sure to press you into the wall, hard, trapping you against him, "I loved it." His words were deep and husky, filled with a desire you've never seen him have before. The low growl in his voice sent chills down your spine and caused your skin to heat up, "But don't ever do that kind of shit with me ever. Again. Understood?"
You stared back at him with wide eyes and lips pressed together. You nodded quickly and watched as his sinister smiles curled onto his lips, "Good," He gave you a small kiss, then teased you by licking your lips. He knee was quickly between your legs as he rested an arm on the wall behind you. He went to the crook of your neck, whispering in your ear, "Now, where were we~?"
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hey!! I love your writing and was wondering if u could do a scenario of either iwaizumi or kuroo where they hit the ball too hard and it hits their s/o which also happens to be the manager of their team
Thank you for this request! I hope it’s okay that i decided to write them both cause duh. 
Iwaizumi + Kuroo Hitting Their S/O with a Volleyball
➣Iwaizumi 
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“ Iwa-chan, if you stare at her much longer, she’s going to file a restraining order against you,” Oikawa teased as Iwaizumi peeled his eyes off of you and sent a glare towards his teammate who was getting ready to serve,” not to mention your eyes are practically bulging out of your head and it’s making you look like a toad.” 
Iwaizumi slapped the volleyball out of Oikawa’s hands as a small whine came out of the setter’s mouth. Iwaizumi held in his laughter as he watched Oikawa run after the ball and turned his attention back to you.
Iwaizumi had no shame, you two had been dating for a short time but now it wasn’t as big of a deal if you caught him staring at you versus before the two of you got together. You weren’t his first girlfriend but so far, things were already looking out to be good between the two of you. 
There haven’t been any fights or any signs of problems so Iwaizumi had nothing to worry about. Everything worked out perfectly, he was always busy with volleyball but since you were the manager for Aoba Johsai, you two still got to see each other and hang out normally. 
As long as you two didn’t hurt each other, he could see things working out in his favor. 
Of course, he would be speaking too soon. 
“ Hey, less staring and more serving,” You teased as you walked past him carrying a heavy cardboard box filled with some workout gear,” if you practiced as much as you stared at my ass, you would be number one in Japan.” 
Iwaizumi scanned the room quickly to make sure no one was looking and gave you a hard smack on your butt, causing you to yell back a stern, “Hajime!” 
He only chuckled as he grabbed a ball from one of the baskets and started to practice his serves. The Spring High Preliminaries were only a few weeks away but Iwaizumi already felt so confident in himself that they would have the chance to compete in Nationals.
He had never trained this hard before and he was in his element, not only was he serving harder than ever before,  he felt like everything else simply went away when he was playing. 
That’s why he didn’t notice you walking straight into his serve on the other side of the court. He shouted for your name but it was already too late. The ball collided right into your cheek and you cried out in pain as you fell over, sending the boxes straight to the ground. 
Iwaizumi just stood there for a second because no way did that actually just happen, he could’ve sworn it only happened in the movies but once he heard you crying out his name, his legs went on autopilot. 
Iwaizumi ran over to you and practically jumped over a first-year, thinking crapcrapcrapcrap as he slid against the floor and hovered over your body,” Y/N! Shit I am so sorry, can you hear me? Y/N are you okay?” 
You nodded but your face said otherwise as tears leaked out of your eyes. Your whole face was flushed red and there was a huge mark on the right side of your cheek where you got hit. Your whole body felt sore from hitting the ground but you still managed to hold up a thumbs up. 
“ Iwa-chan you could’ve killed her!” Oikawa exclaimed as he kneeled beside his friend,” luckily, your serves aren’t as deadly as mine, otherwise she would definitely be unconscious.” 
You and Iwaizumi both stopped panicking for a moment to glare back at Oikawa as he raised his hands defensively and backed away from the crime scene. 
“ It’s my fault, I should’ve paid attention to where I was walking,” You insisted as you tried to stand up but Iwaizumi stopped you from doing so,” I’m okay, really. It doesn’t hurt that bad.” 
“ I’m going to take you to the nurse, you could have a concussion,” Iwaizumi said as you waved him off. 
“ Hajime, I don’t need-”
“ Shut up and let me carry you,” Iwaizumi huffed before he scooped you up in his arms and carried you bridal style to the nurse,” god you’re so stubborn, you know that?” 
He knew you were pretty headstrong and most of the time, he let it slide but since it was a matter of your health, he just ignored you whining on about how you didn’t need to see the nurse. 
It was silent most of the way to the nurse as if you both had a feeling that there was a good possibility that you had a concussion but when the nurse actually confirmed it, Iwaizumi’s heart sank. 
No matter how much you tried to convince him that you felt fine, he knew it was 100% his fault and he felt even guiltier when the nurse told you that you should take a day off from school. 
“ Don’t worry, I’m gonna be right by your side all day tomorrow, okay?” Iwaizumi reassured you as he walked you back home,” I got all of your homework from your teachers but you don’t have to worry about it cause I’ll help you through it.”
“ Hajime, you still have school. You can’t miss it just because I have a concussion. Trust me, I’ll be fine without you.”
“ Please just let me take care of you. I already feel shitty as it is, let me look after you for my own sanity,” Iwaizumi sighed as you bit the inside of your cheek. 
His teammates always saw him to be serious most of the time and sometimes a bit too brash but when it came to you, he was so sensitive and even though you felt perfectly fine, you eventually caved in,” Okay, only because you’re begging me. Remember, you have to take care of me so that means you have to give me sooo much attention and you can’t complain.” 
“ I never complain,” Iwaizumi huffed as he pulled you in closer to his side. 
➣Kuroo
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“ Please Tetsuro, just one quick game. It always looks so fun watching you guys play and it’s not like I’m terrible,” You pouted as your shoes squeaked against Nekoma’s gym floors,” I’ll let you take Kenma and I’ll even have Lev on my team if it makes it easier for you.” 
Kuroo wrapped his hands around your waist and hummed as if he was considering your offer. You were the manager for the boy’s volleyball team but you always pestered your boyfriend to let you play because he knew you got bored on the sidelines.  
“ Fine, only because you asked so nicely,” Kuroo smirked as he leaned down to plant a light kiss on your lips before calling some of the boys over. 
He took Kenma and Yaku while you had Lev and Teshiro and you each took your spots on opposite sides of the net. 
“ You know babe, I’m not gonna go easy on you just because you’re a girl,” Kuroo said with a wink as you rolled your eyes. 
“ I’d be offended if you did Captain,” You teased back as Lev took his spot to serve. 
For the most part, you could keep up with the boys and while Kuroo got some spikes past you, you managed to return the favor and send them flying his way. The score was tied at this point and you looked up at Kuroo through the net, who was resting his hands on his knees to catch his breath. 
“You know you can stop going easy on me or wait, are you playing at your best?” You mocked playfully as you wiped some of the sweat off of your forehead with the back of your hand. 
Kuroo could only let out a hasty laugh; even though he wasn’t playing at 110%, he wasn’t holding back on anything and that’s why he was so exhausted. 
“ You’re gonna regret that babe,” Kuroo sighed as the next point went into play. 
You watched closely as Lev spiked the ball over but Yaku easily slid down to reach it, sending the ball up in the air for Kenma to set. 
Focus, just focus you thought as Kenma set the ball over to Kuroo. 
You waited and counted to three before jumping up and spread your fingers out. You were directly in his path and you both knew that there was no way around it. Kuroo took a steady breath and slammed the ball down as hard as he could, sending the ball straight into your nose. 
Kuroo saw it all happen in slow motion, once the ball hit you right in the face, the ball rolled over the net and onto his side but he didn’t care about the winning point. He watched helplessly as you grabbed your nose in pain and hit the floor with a loud thud. 
You groaned and held tight onto your nose, trying your best to not get any blood on the gym floor because you knew you would have to clean it up later. 
“ Motherfucker,” You cried out in pain as you started to feel tears stream down your face,” i-is it broken?” 
Kuroo kneeled beside you as Kenma quickly went over to the bench to grab a towel,” I- uh there’s a lot of blood can’t see but I don’t think so. Fuck, does it hurt baby?”
“ Of course it hurts! You pummeled me in the face,” You whined as Kuroo quickly grabbed the towel from Kenma’s hand and held it against your nose,” did I block it?” 
Kuroo’s mind was going all over the place, he was more worried about him hurting you than if you had won or not and it took you asking three more times before he heard you,” Yeah you blocked it with your face dummy, congrats you won. I’m gonna take you to the nurse okay?” 
“ Yes please,” You groaned sarcastically as Kuroo carried you in his arms and you let out a laugh,” I can walk perfectly fine thank you very much.” 
“ I know but I look more heroic like this,” Kuroo teased back to clear some of the tension,” but god, Y/N I’m sorry I almost killed you. I’ll make it up to you baby I promise. ” 
“ Don’t flatter yourself Tetsuro, the spike wasn’t that hard,” You said as you pointed to your nose” you better hope you didn’t break my face, this is my moneymaker right here.” 
Kuroo was thankful you weren’t angry at him but he still felt so guilty because you both knew it hurt way more than it looked,” You’re beautiful no matter what babe...but see? I told you I wouldn’t take it easy on you.”
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dameronology · 3 years
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aftermath {natasha romanoff x reader}
summary: when the snap happened, everyone’s minds immediately went to the person they loved the most. natasha romanoff’s went to you. (for @writefightandflightclub​!! i hope you enjoy❤️)
warnings: set during the snap, so all the canon angst of that + swearing 
- jamie
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Natasha Romanoff had a long to-do list.
Declaring her love for you was certainly on there. 
It’s just - as life often went - she got busy. You got busy. There were missions that took you to opposite ends of the globe and meetings that pulled you apart at all hours of the day. There was something between you - something strong and pure, something sweet against that contrasted against the dark world you’d both come to discover - but Natasha couldn’t quite work out what. She’d never felt the need to. It didn’t have to be explained. Unlike everything else in her life, it wasn’t complicated. You were consistent. You someone she could count on. A constant and steady presence among a world that never seemed to slow down. 
It was stolen kisses as you brushed past one another in the corridor. It was slow mornings under the covers of the dark before you had to drag one another out of bed to face the day. It was knowing in your very souls that you had one another; knowing that no matter where or when, you could turn to each other for anything. You never rushed her into anything, or asked her too much of her - that was something she was particularly thankful for. She couldn’t work out if she was just lucky, or if she’d been a saint in a past life to deserve you.
But, in the same way that life had plenty of highs, it came with lows. It could pack a punch and whilst you both prided yourself on your ability to get back up, some hits kept you down. 
The snap had been a flashpoint moment for everyone who survived it. You could have asked anyone and every person would remember where they were, who they were with and what they were thinking. No matter how many years passed, they would remember. The loss, the pain, the panic. The not knowing if their loved ones were alive. 
Natasha had been in Wakanda. You had been in the States. The last few days had worn you both down to your very cores and you’d barely had a chance to speak. The only thing that had kept her going was the occasional sound of your voice over the comms - reminding her that you’d see each other in a few days, that everything would be okay and that you could go home. Maybe you believed your own words. Maybe you didn’t. Either way, feeding yourself false hope was the only way you could have possibly pulled through to the final battle. 
Vision. T’Challa. Strange. Bucky. Sam. 
All gone. One by one. Bit by bit. Ceasing to exist in a matter of seconds. 
Natasha had realised what was happening - and her heart dropped. It fucking plummeted. You were the first place her mind went. She hadn’t heard anything from your comms line in a while - but you’d been busy fighting, busy holding up the other end of the fight across the ocean. You were okay. Of course you were. 
You had to be. 
She slowly - and almost dubiously - raised her hand to her ear piece, pressing the receive button. There was a crackling sound, but no voice. Why hadn’t you said anything? Maybe you were still busy in battle, or you were on your knees mourning for your friends in the same way people around her were. Her brain spat out a million different possibilities at once but not one of them seemed to cover the worst possible scenario. 
You’d been lost in the snap. 
Natasha knew that it was the most likely outcome. Fifty percent of all living things - she didn’t like those odds, especially not given her track history. Whenever she felt like she finally had something good and pure, it got ripped away from her. It had happened a thousand times before and she’d been insane to think it wouldn’t have happened again. This time, she’d really let herself be aloof; she’d let herself be naive enough to think that you were a permanent fixture in her life. 
The realise that she was in love with you hit Natasha Romanoff like a ton of bricks; like a freight train to a strewn car. It was the most obvious thing in the world but still, the biggest shock her system had ever experienced. She’d always wondered what love felt like, what it was - and it had been right in front of her the whole time. 
The journey back to the Compound was only a few hours, but it felt like lifetimes. There was so much hanging in the balance and Natasha almost didn’t want to land. It would mean knowing for sure that you were gone, that Tony was gone, that so many of the people she’d come to care for were gone. It was like a mutated, screwed up version of Schrodinger’s Cat. There was still the possibility that you were alive and kicking but the Black Widow was nothing if not a realist. She knew how these things usually went. 
Steve nor Bruce said a word the entire way back. Even Thor was uncharacteristically silent, tucked away in the corner of the quint-jet with his knees pulled to his chest and a solemn look on his tired face. The life had been pulled from all of you over the last few days, and even the demigod’s humanity was starting to peep through. They were all spent. Mentally, emotionally, physically. 
‘Look after yourselves.’ Steve’s instructions were a little half-hearted as the four of them traipsed of the ramp of the jet. Even in the darkest of times, he was still trying to be the leader. 
‘Don’t forget to do the same.’ Natasha spoke for the first time in what felt like hours. ‘You look like hell.’
‘Feel it too.’ He murmured in response. 
Natasha was working on autopilot, letting her legs simply drag her from the jet and towards the living quarters. She usually went to your room after long and tiring missions - the way you greeted her with a warm hug and encouraging words never seemed to get old. You were always the first thing her mind went to when she thought of coming home. You were her home. 
Your room had always felt a thousand times more comfortable than hers. It was a mess of clutter and pillows and discarded clothes but it was welcoming, and filled with tiny reminders of you. There was a strewn book on the bed, alongside your reading glasses. The walls were filled with photos of you and the team; there was one of the time that Thor had dragged you all to Winter Wonderland in Hyde Park. Steve was grinning, Tony had ice cream on his nose and you and Nat were in one another’s arms. There was a Polaroid from your brief trip to the Bahamas, when Sam had sunscreen on his nose and Bucky was scowling under the bright sun. Most of the photos, however, were just random ones of you and Nat. 
She was grateful to have those photos. They were something to hold onto, something to remember you by in case you didn’t-
‘- where the fuck have you been?!’
The cry of someone’s voice pulled Natasha from her thoughts and less than a moment later, your body collided with hers. You hit her with a thump, arms instantly wrapping around her waist to cling onto her. 
It took her a minute to react; to realise that you were real. You were alive. You’d survived the snap and you were here, clinging onto her for dear life and practically crying into her shoulder. Natasha had forgotten for a moment that she’d been radio silent too, working on the assumption that you were gone. Grief went both ways - of course you’d felt it for her. 
Her arms came to hold you back, tightly clinging onto your shoulders. Your bodies were tangled together, skin to skin and nose to nose, the smell of your perfume and shampoo immediately bringing her to reality. You’d survived. For once, she’d assumed the worst and was wrong. 
‘My comms went down when it happened and I tried to call you, and Bruce, and Steve-’
‘- I love you.’ 
You pulled back from Nat, an o-shape on your lips as you stared at her with wide eyes. It was as though she’d knocked the air from your lungs and stolen your ability to speak, or to function as a human being. That was the Black Widow’s speciality, after all. 
‘You love me?’ You repeated it back to her. 
‘You were the first person I thought of when...when it happened.’ She still couldn’t bring herself to acknowledge what had happened earlier that day. ‘I feel like I’ve always known it but I thought we had time, that I could wait to tell you-’
‘- I love you too.’ 
‘You do?’
‘Nat.’ You squeezed her arms, giving her a tearful smile despite everything. ‘You’re all I can think about on a good day. The world was literally crumbling around us and I couldn’t think of another person.’
She gave you a knowing nod - you had both lost a lot of the last few days. Near enough everything, in fact. Most of the world had barely even begun to process what happened, or even thought about accepting it. You were on that page too. Everything had changed and the world was never going to be the same again. It was though someone had taken the idea that nuclear war was the worst possible outcome and they’d laughed. 
‘I don’t even know where to begin.’ Nat murmured, hand ghosting your cheekbone. ‘Everything is....’
‘...gone?’ You offered. 
‘Gone.’
The euphoria that came with her declaration was only fleeting. It was the relief you needed after days of battling but it didn’t change anything that had happened. Still, at least you had her by your side.
‘Whatever the next few days - or months or years - bring, you have to promise me one thing.’ Natasha took your hands in hers, gently intertwining your fingers.
‘Anything.’
‘We’ll do it together.’ 
You nodded. ‘Together.’
She finally closed the gap between you, softly brushing her lips against yours. You’d kissed many times before but this held something different; love, panic, desperation. It was a testament to the last few days - the feeling of losing someone and regaining them all without truly ever realising. It made you cling onto her a little tighter, savouring the taste and feel of her a little more. 
You didn’t even know where to begin - there was no doubt that the mantle of protecting the Earth still lay in the laps of the Avengers. That would come once people had accepted what had happened and frankly, you weren’t even there yet. Your brain was still processing seeing Thanos in person, let alone the rest of the what kind of fuckery is this that had followed.
But in that moment, Natasha was the only thing on your mind. She was in one piece, and so you were you. Neither of you had any idea what was to come, but there was one thing you were certain of.
You had Nat and she had you. Nothing else mattered.
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MORE SOULMATE AU HEADCANONS
Someone called the first set cute and I am unbelievably determined to make their goddamn day/night now, also, just realized you could get around the talking barrier with your soulmate if you direct your speaking at yourself, though I imagine that would be quite hard without a lot of focus or practice, so I’m implementing that in this set, hope you enjoy!!
WARNING: For Midoriya Izuku - Mentions of past fish death; For Umino Iruka - Mentions of his parents passing; and For Erza Scarlet - Death, the Tenrou island incident, signs of depression and loss of a loved one [It turns happy though]
SOULMATE AU HEADCANONS FOR: Izuku Midoriya, Iruka Umino, Erza Scarlet
Izuku Midoriya
Welcome to your own personal hero encyclopedia
Literally your best friend when it comes to quizzes and homework
If you so much as mutter to yourself a question
He is mumbling to himself the answer and all the steps to solve it
Brain = Autopilot
He doesn’t even consider that you might have been rhetorical
Or that you might be taking a quiz
Soulmate asked a question and he’d rather die than not mutter the answer to himself under his breath so his soulmate can hear
He’s your worst enemy sometimes too though
Trying to sleep? Nah, listen to him fanboy over a hero documentary instead
Trying to have a little you time? Funny joke, you’re learning about All Might now
You now know the weirdest facts about heroes
And events that most teachers don’t know about
May I suggest a heroics history teaching job?
Unfortunately, you also have to listen to his crying
I don’t mean it in a bad way
But you have no way to comfort him
Literally all you want to do is give him a hug and comfort him
But all you can do is say comforting words to yourself
Hoping he’ll hear them over his broken, heart wrenching sobs
But don’t worry, he does, he hears everything you say to yourself
He has a notebook dedicated to you and o n l y you
He nearly ripped Bakugo’s head off when the blonde accidentally burnt it’s pages when they were younger
Yeah, fun times [Bakugo double checked that it was the h e r o notebook and not the s o u l m a t e notebook when he burnt it in middle school, never again would he risk hearing his last name be spit venomously from the green haired males mouth]
He writes down anything he deems memorable [AKA nearly everything] that you say
He notes things you have difficulty towards academically and makes sure to break it down and read the now less complex version aloud in hopes he’s helped you
He has, he’s probably the main reason you’re in the top 5 academically
But also he loves hearing your meaningless rambles
You have scared him a few times
“Wait, is he dead? Oh no! Please don’t tell me he’s dead!”
w h a t
“I don’t think I can handle mom crying over another fish.”
Oh, just a fish, thank All Might, he nearly went into cardiac arrest
They brighten his day, and he can’t wait to meet you and tell you just how thankful he is that you’re his soulmate
Just like you can’t wait to hit him upside the head for all the sleepless nights he’s caused with his fanboy behavior
Okay, but when you do meet, you immediately ask for Bakugo
You give zero fucks about possibly being expelled/sent to prison
Hell hath no fury like you who had to listen to their soulmates broken cries over the blondes treatment for years
And Izuku can only hold you back for so long
He definitely wants to see your quirk in action when you meet
And when demonstrating he’s mumbling all the uses and possible ideas
While also complimenting you and how amazing you are
He doesn’t even notice he’s doing it
If you do it back, he WILL blue screen
Midoriya Izuku.exe has stopped working
He literally freezes on the spot
Iruka Umino
Oh do we love our dear teacher
Maybe a little too much
But we don’t talk about that
IRUKA IS THE TYPE TO MUTTER A SWEET SOFT “Good morning my soulmate” TO HIMSELF EVERY DAY AS HE WAKES UP SO YOU CAN HEAR IT AND YOU CAN’T CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE
He will also say other things, like “I made pancakes for breakfast, I wish you were here to enjoy them”
And call you sweet pet names like “Dear” “Darling” “Honey” etc. and when he’s feeling especially corny “Snookums” or something really out there when he feels like you need a good laugh like “Cookie Cutter”
No, I'm serious, if he thinks you’re sad, he w i l l say “Hey there, how’s my little cookie cutter?” to himself in a half joking tone in hopes of brightening your day
You can pry this headcanon from my cold, dead hands
He loves it if you mutter responses to yourself for him to hear in return
His heart will melt the moment he hears you say “Good morning” back, or if you mention wanting to cook for him
He also loves it if you give lesson plan advice to him
Like, he’ll be muttering about the best way to teach his class how to throw shuriken and your voice will pop up in his head with friendly advice
Makes him wonder if you’re a teacher too, or if you’re planning to become one
Secretly hopes you’re planning to become a teaching aid, because A) Work and soulmate at the same time? Yes please, and B) Kami knows he needs help with his rowdy class
If you are, he’s sure to be over the moon when he finds out
In his younger days, before teaching, he definitely went on missions and looked for you when he could
Like, yes, the mission is important, but finding the owner to the beautiful voice in his head is ALSO important
He’d usually finish the mission and stay an extra one or two days looking for you
It didn’t really cross his mind till later that you could be in the Leaf Village, since he figured he would have already found you if he did
Till he saw people older than him who grew up in the village only just finding out they were soulmates
He went on less out of village missions after that
Till eventually he decided to become a teacher
When I tell you this man melts when you talk
I mean he MELTS
He loves your voice so much
It helped him through his parents deaths
Helped him when he felt at his lowest points
You’ve done so much for him, and he’s so thankful, he’s fallen so deeply in love with you and you haven’t properly met yet!
He still wants to marry you on the spot though
It’s not a strange sight to see him browsing rings
Or thinking of how he’d propose
You’ll never let him know that he’s unconsciously spoken out loud about it a few times
Not until you meet, then you’ll mention it
And never let him live it down
“You know, I’ve heard you say you wanted to marry me on the spot, is that still on the menu or…?”
Yeah, when you first meet each other, that’s the first thing that pops out of your mouth
And it has his face burning red
He’s stumbling through his words, trying to convey that yes, he would like to marry you, but he needs your ring size first to go buy the ring
Trust me, this man has made enough trips to know what ring, he just needs the size
Then he’ll be down on one knee quicker that Shisui’s Shunshin no Jutsu
The fact that you seem okay with it also seals the deal for him
He’s so ecstatic when you meet each other
He feels like he could take on Madara one v one and win
He’s so unbelievably happy
Like he’s convincing you to take a photo so he can frame it on his desk and always remember happy
He’s so cute and blushy about it too
Rambles about never wanting to forget the best day of his life so far
“So far?” “Well, yeah, I imagine marrying you will take the spot soon”
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THIS BOY WILL MAKE YOUR HEART SWOON!!!
He’s so giddy about introducing you to his class too
Especially Naruto
[Mostly Naruto]
He’s showing you off and preening at the congratulations his class gives
And later on introducing you to Naruto personally
As much as he loves his class, he adores Naruto, and really hopes you both get along well
And you do
And it was the worst mistake of Iruka's life
[or best as both you and Naruto often correct him]
Honestly you probably convinced him to at least bring up the possibility of Adoption to Naruto
Which has Naruto howling in excitement and agreeableness
The boy looks up to him and they both have such a father/son dynamic, let me have this dammit
[Also, being able to get Naruto to be the ring bearer/flower boy? P r i c e l e s s]
He loves his family, so very much
And is so thankful that you convinced him to adopt Naruto
The man has been debating on if Naruto would want to be his son or not for ages, you can NOT tell me otherwise
You also can’t tell me Naruto wouldn’t jump at the chance to have Iruka as his father
Erza Scarlet
She’s so eager to find you
She’s spent so long perfecting the art of speaking to you despite the barrier
And she’s always so responsive to you
Always talking about the adventures she's had
What she wants to do with you when you find each other
And she’s always so happy when you do the same
She’s always been responsive with you, even though the beginning was a bit rough with communication
So when she suddenly goes radio silent, it scares you, it hurts when you come to the realization that she’s dead
She can hear you, even in her deep sleep on Tenrou Island
And it’s heartbreaking
Your cries
The endless broken sobs
“I’m so sorry I never got to meet you” No, I’m still here!
“Hey soulmate wha- oh, right, you’re..” I’m not dead! I promise I’ll be there soon!
To say the least, it’s a long 7 years
And you never did get over your soulmates tragic death
Though you did find out who she might have been
Hurts more knowing how she passed on though
She always spoke of her guild, Fairy Tail, and you had been saving up enough jewels to go there, in hopes of finding her
You know she must have been on Tenrou when it fell
And by deductive evidence, it must have been the S class wizard
Erza Scarlet, you’re soulmate
Dead, soulmate
You joined not long after the news had spread
Figured it might help with the ache
It didn’t
But you grew to love the guild anyways
They welcomed you as family
Because to them, you already were
Erza spoke so highly of you
Always talking about how amazing her soulmate was, and everything she wanted to do with them when they met
And it was because of that you were able to deduce that she is your soulmate
Was, your soulmate
It wasn’t an odd sight to see you crying when the Tenrou group was brought up
Or after a particular rough beating from the Twilight Ogre guild
They watched you slowly fall apart when you tried speaking to her
Helped put you back together when you remembered she wasn’t on the other side
And eventually you began healing
Never getting over her or forgetting her
You could never forget her
And broke down just thinking about trying to find another
You took to talking to her in hopes she could still hear you in the afterlife
Talk about your day
How the guild is doing
If there was a particularly rough beating from the other guild
It hurt, much worse than when you forgot that she wasn’t there
But you carried on, believing that if she could hear you, she’d want to know
She adores that about you, your will to carry on, even though it hurts
And she’s sure to leave nothing but corpses in Twilight Ogre for all the years of torment
When Blue Pegasus found remains of the Island, no one stopped you from boarding the ship
They knew you needed this, more than the rest of them
You needed to know if she was really gone or not
And when you caught sight of scarlet red hair
You wept
She’s here
She’s alive
She turned the moment she heard your voice weekly call for her
To say your first meeting was filled with tears would be an understatement
You were attached by the hip from that point on
Not that either of you were complaining
Erza was especially ecstatic to have you by her side finally
After all, she had 7 years to make up for
And you can show her where Twilight Ogre is
The Master and Mira didn’t question why she was especially rough with a select few members
I Hope you enjoyed reading this set of Soulmate AU HC’s! If you would like to see any specific characters, don’t be afraid to leave a comment or submit an ask! If it’s a character I’m not familiar with, I’ll do my best to learn about them!!
P.S. I nearly killed Reader-chan off in Erza’s (:
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General gripes about DS9 and gender (some spoilers) (content notes: some references to sexual abuse/trauma, and specifically spiritual abuse/sexual misconduct in religious leaders, also death/murder):
I swear to fuck these people do not know how to write female characters without shoehorning them into romance plotlines. (Or weird fucked up stuff, like when that Cardassian serial murderer kidnaps Kira.) Especially noticeable with Ziyal -- when Kira takes her to DS9, the writers apparently can't think of a single thing to do with a young woman other than ship her with a much older Cardassian. Then, she's starting to get her own life and make a name for her as an artist, and they fucking refridgerator her. The fuck. (And: the focus is on how her death affects Dukat, that fucker. Which, obviously sure it's going to affect him...but it's also going to affect Kira, who sees Ziyal as like a younger version of herself and was trying to protect her. And then Ziyal dies. That should have some sort of effect on Kira! And did no one else on the station make any sort of connection with her when she was there?) This is arguably not primarily a gender thing, but it is partly a gender thing: the show keeps demanding Kira find sympathy for her oppressors, over and over again. (This is a gripe fest: of course there's a lot of things about Kira's character that are done really well.) She keeps getting thrown in situations that show (some) Cardassians in more nuanced lights and that more or less force her into relationships with them, while meanwhile her old resistance cell friends all get killed off, her parents are dead, if she has any other family we don't hear about it, and she's basically left with no Bajoran friends even, as far as we know. She gets Bajoran lovers who... OK, about that. First, Vedek Bareil. Now, Bajorans are shown to have a pretty relaxed attitude towards their clergy (eg Kira is frequently rude to Winn even after she becomes Kai with apparently no consequences) -- but still. Vedek is roughly equivalent to, what, cardinal? He's high up in the heirarchy. And, he's put himself in a role of spiritual authority relative to Kira: she gets access to one of the Orbs through him. They've got a power imbalance and one that's connected to Kira's ability to do her religion. I don't care what the social norms are on Bajor that is 100% sexual misconduct on Bareil's part. If something went wrong in their relationship, it could fuck up Kira's connection to her faith. And in the show it's presented as no big deal.
(Star Trek seems to be aware of this when it comes to ship's captains! For all that Kirk notoriously fucks everyone, he never voluntarily (/outside of the mirror universe, outside of odd transporter malfunctions that split him into two parts, etc) came on to a crew member. But it's no less important for religious authorities.) (Also: this has nothing to do with celebacy. I'm fine with Bajoran religious figures being allowed to have sex and being allowed to have sex outside of marriage. But: a religious leader having a sexual relationship with someone who they're in a pastoral relationship to is wrong, and while Bareil isn't exactly Kira's pastor I think there is some level of, he's providing spiritual guidance to her. That means she's off limits to him, or should be. In the same way that bosses shouldn't fuck their direct reports, college professors shouldn't fuck their students, therapists definitely shouldn't fuck their patients, etc. Regardless of how they handle their sex life outside of those restrictions. And regardless of whether there's love involved or not -- romantic love absolutely does not make it better.) And then there's Shakaar, the former leader of her resistance cell. That she joined as a teenager. It's...yeah, it's been many years, yeah she's not directly under him any more, and yeah goodness knows a band of resistance fighters is probably not going to have a clearly written up sexual harassment policy so it's not necessarily unrealistic...it's not as blatantly "oh god no" as Bareil, but it's got some...is anyone thinking of potential abuse of power issues here? Anyone?
There was one episode where Jake and Nog were double-dating and it goes badly due to Ferengi, uh, gender roles not meshing well with Federation egalatarianism. And, then the rest of the episode is all about how they're going to repair their friendship. And I was thinking: we didn't see either female character either before or after, and why is a sexism issue being shown from the lens of "how can I, a nice guy, stay friends with my male friend who has sexism issues" and not "how am I, a young woman, going to deal with this affront to my basic personhood" or "how am I, a young woman, going to repair my friendship now that I talked my friend into a double date so I could date the guy I liked but his friend turned out to be garbage?" Like...out of all the potential relationships there, why is Jake's friendship with a guy with sexism issues (who's made it clear he's not going to change, at least as far as dating goes) the one presented as being in most need of preservation? I know, it's because Jake and Nog are more central characters and their friendship has been significant in the show for seasons now. But...that just brings up more questions. Like why does this show have a significant bro friendship between two teenage boys, but there's no friendship between two women (or between a woman and a man for that matter) that's given as much weight? There's some bonding between Kira and Dax, but it doesn't have the same presence and significance as Jake and Nog or, say, Miles and Julian. (I'm having first name/last name inconsistencies here. Ah well.) Keiko has no on-camera friendships. Kira has no on-camera friendships that have Jake & Nog or Julian & Miles weight. Dax maybe does with her Klingon buddies from Curzon's lifetime. (Benjamin Sisko also doesn't.) Ziyal could have, but doesn't. Molly could have, but doesn't. Miles doesn't seem to have any (on-camera or otherwise acknowledged) parent friends (like...there's one couple mentioned who can babysit Molly at times? That's it? We never even see them?), which is weird because fuck knows parenthood can make it hard to have any friends who aren't parents. Odo's got his weird frenemy thing with Quark. Garak has his standing lunch with Julian (if you read that as platonic, which ... yeah, there's not a lot of arguments for seeing it as platonic beyond "they're both men.") I am, don't get me wrong, extremely for showing male friendships. Very much for it. It's just...I want friendships that aren't between two guys also. And I want them to be shown as significant and meaningful and worth overcoming obstacles for. Friendships between women, friendships between people of the same race or culture (or alien species, since we are talking Star Trek here), friendships between men and women that aren't just a precursor to romance. And...parenting that isn't just...I want to see Keiko have problems with parenting that she overcomes with help from other people. I want to explore the emotional ramifications of Kira being a surrogate mom to Kirayoshi or being a semi adopted mom to Ziyal and then having her die. I want Kira to talk about how her own upbringing in times of famine and war and occupation affects her sense of her ability to potentially be a parent. I want a female character to calmly talk about her decision to not become a mother and have that decision be treated with the utmost respect. I want the sort of struggles that male characters have with parenting on the show, like Worf's difficulty connecting with his son or Benjamin's conflict over watching his son grow up and get less interested in spending time with his dad, be shown for female characters as well. And the joys, like when Benjamin remembers holding Jake as an infant, like when they reunite after Jake gets caught in a war zone. Rather than parenting be this thing that mom characters apparently do on autopilot without any internal conflict or feeling out of their depth or particular moments of joy and amazement. There's so many plot lines and moments and bits and pieces that could be amazing moments that give
mother characters balance and nuance and characterization, but they only ever get shown for fathers. (And this is not just Star Trek either...look at all the kids movies that are about father/son or father/daughter bonding, and somehow the moms...just aren't there. It's so good when there are single father storylines, just...where are all the mom storylines that could be like that?) And why do teenage boys get focus and their own stories (especially with Jake in DS9, but also TNG has Wesley Crusher and Alexander, and TOS had one story centering on a teenage boy) but girls either aren't there at all or don't get to have stories that are about them? Ziyal's stories aren't about her, she doesn't get to form her own friendships and only barely gets to develop an interest of her own before her life is taken away from her. Molly doesn't get stories that are about her. (And yeah, Molly's a lot younger than Jake, but those are still choices: DS9 could have been set when Molly was a teenager, or the show could have introduced a different teenage girl as a significant character, or Jake could have been a girl rather than a boy, or Benjamin could have had two children...)
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The Crackship Sails to Molly’s
Sylvie Brett x Jay Halstead
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written by @anotheronechicagobog​
Warnings: swearing, implied smut, Daswon sibling bashing, background manstead
A/N: Please comment :)
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Jay was on the floor, in pain. The area around his socket was throbbing in pain, and his lower back was definitely going to have a bruise. He didn’t have time to react before Antonio was back and punching him in the face again. “Oh my god, Antonio stop it!”
He wasn’t fighting it, he just didn’t have it in him to try and stop the man he called his friend, though Jay supposed they wouldn’t be friends much longer. 
Antonio had managed to get in a few more punches before he was hauled off of Jay by Voight and half of the members of 51. Jay exhaled and went to close his eyes, but was interrupted by her entering his line of vision.
Sylvie.
Her mouth was moving, and Jay could vaguely hear her speaking over the shouting men and women. “Sylvie? Are you okay?”
“Me- What? Jay, I’m not the one who just got mauled by Antonio.”
“So you’re okay?”
“Alright get up, I’m taking you to med now. No arguments.”
“Okay.”
“Oh pickles, you’re actually agreeing to go to the hospital, something must be really wrong with you.”
“As long as you’re okay.” His voice was so hoarse he almost didn’t recognize it. Sylvie sighed as he looked at her dazedly while she buckled him up in her car. “I’m okay, I promise. I just have to make sure that you’re okay too.”
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SIX MONTHS AGO
It had been months since Erin left, and months since Sylvie had to dump Antonio because of his ex-wife. Jay and Sylvie ended up at a table together, neither one was feeling particularly happy at the moment and didn’t want to be around their romantically successful friends. So they sat together, nursed their drinks, and talked about Harry Potter. They’d bumbled around in discussion for a while, not having a whole lot in common, before finding out they were both Harry Potter fans. Will, the rest of the intelligence unit, and 51 weren’t big fans of the book series, sure they’d seen the movies but that was about it. They both found it relaxing to just talk about something that wasn’t about their important work or love. 
They started to spend more and more time together. It started because Sylvie mentioned how she hadn’t grown up in Chicago and was so busy she never got to see the sights, so Jay took it as a challenge and started showing her his favourite parts of the city. Restaurants, theatres, parks, museums, galleries, all of it. He even took her to a restaurant in Canaryville where everyone who worked there had known him his whole life. Sylvie was enthusiastically told stories from Jay’s childhood. Hiding behind curtains buck naked, exposing everyone on the street to his six-year-old butt while he and Will shook in giggles. Block-wide water gun fights. Years of ding dong ditch. Sylvie was in stitches before she even got her food.
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THREE MONTHS AGO
There was a fire. A bad one. And after receiving a patient on a gurney, something in the basement exploded, Sylvie and the patient were thrown several metres away. No one else had been injured, but Sylvie wouldn’t wake up, was bleeding profusely out of a cut on her head, and she had shrapnel in her back. It didn’t look good.
“Alright everyone, gear up. 51 just responded to a fire at a suspected meth lab, it was confirmed five minutes ago by an explosion. A paramedic, Sylvie Brett, was critically injured and is currently fighting for her- Halstead? Halstead where do you think you’re going? Halstead get back here!” At the words ‘Sylvie Brett’ Jay’s blood ran cold. At ‘critically injured’ he went into autopilot. Just stood up and left. Didn’t even grab his jacket. He ignored his boss’s enraged screams. He just got in his truck and drove to Med.
He ignored the odd looks he got from those at 51. He ignored his coworkers and boss when they came by to talk to their witnesses/ask him what the actual fuck was going on. He ignored his brother and sister-in-law when they asked him why he was there. He just stayed sitting in the uncomfortable chair for hours, watching nurses and patients flitter between the doors to the ED. It had been six hours when Platt came by to yell at him too only to be interrupted by Dr. Rhodes. “Sylvie is awake and stable, I expect her to make a full recovery. We can only allow one visitor at a time, and she has been asking for Jay since she woke up, she’s pretty frantic, so you’ll have to come quick.” He stood up and almost ran past Rhodes into her room, ignoring the confused looks from everyone at firehouse 51 and Trudy Platt.
“Jay, Jay, Jay, Jay, Jay-”
“I’m here Syl, I am right here.” She sobbed as he wrapped her hands in his. “I am right here, and it’ll take an army to get me to move. Or you, but that’s basically the same thing if someone denies you chocolate.” The laugh that briefly interrupted her sobs made his day, releasing the tension he’d been holding all day. Jay sagged in relief, and just held one of her hands as he used the other to gently hug her, hold her as she cried, sobbed, hiccuped and, whimpered from the physical pain expressing her emotions was causing her. “I thought I- w- was goi-i-ing to-o die-e.”
“I know,” he choked, “I thought you were going to die too.”
Jay had refused to leave the hospital until Sylvie ordered him to. “At least shower and change, ooh, get something to eat too.”
“You just want me to bring you mac and cheese don’t you?”
“You know me so well.”
“Alright, I’ll be back in an hour, don’t watch ‘Say Yes to the Dress’ without me.”
“You will take at least three hours to come back here.”
“Sylvie-”
“You have been sitting and worrying for the past three days, take some time for yourself. Don’t make me get Maggie involved.”
“Okay, fine, I will be back in three hours. Can you still wait to watch ‘Say Yes to the Dress’ with me?”
“Duh.”
“Okay, see you later.” He kissed her on the side of her forehead that wasn’t bandaged, and left, starting an alarm on his phone for three hours. He would be back on the dot.
The second he got to the lobby, however, he was met with all of firehouse 51 and the 21st district standing up, expecting news from him. “I’d love to stay and chat, but I have orders to shower and change from Syl. Apparently I smell.” Trying to use his charm to get out of a situation he didn’t feel like explaining. But, he knew everyone glaring at him well enough to know that they needed some kind of answer. “Sylvie has become a very important friend to me, that day was one of the worst I’ve had in a long time.” Fewer glares, more confusion, and a free Jay Halstead.
He returned to his favourite person on the planet exactly three hours later with two containers filled to the brim with homemade macaroni and cheese, his laptop, and a box set of the Harry Potter books. “You, are an absolute angel, Jay Halstead.”
“No more than you, Sylvie Brett. Here is your food.”
“Oh, it’s still warm. Okay, time for bridal drama and lots of carbs!”
Sylvie was still in the hospital with Jay at her side as much as possible for another week. When she was given the all-clear to leave, no one seemed satisfied with the answer that Jay was taking her home. “Gabby I’ll be fine! Jay is one of my best friends, okay? He’s gonna drive me home, insist he stay longer than he needs to, before eventually leaving me with Otis and Cruz.”
“Okay, seriously, when exactly did you become friends with Jay Halstead? And are you sure that’s all you are?”
“Three months ago, and yes, I am sure that we’re friends. I am gonna hang up now, because I really do not appreciate the third degree.”
“Oh, come on Sylvie, I’m just looking out for you and Antonio, I just want to make sure Jay’s not moving in on you guys.”
“Gabby, there is no me and Antonio. And there hasn’t been for a while. He was great, Eva and Diego were great, it was fun, but he in no way protected or prepared me for Laura. He kept from me how erratic and impulsive and rude her behaviour was. He told me that she knew about me and was fine with cause she’d dating a few guys since the divorce. But it turned out a lot of that wasn’t true. He lied to me, leaving me to fend for myself when she came barreling in on a warpath, and then yelled at me for reacting in a scared and shocked way. He was actually the one who suggested we break up. Whether he likes it or not, she is still a significant part of his and his children’s lives, as well as a significant hindrance. And please, don’t act like we’re getting back together. I loved him, but I’m done with him.” And she slammed her finger on the touch screen much harder than she needed to. “Gabby again?”
“Yes, I love her, and I know she means well, but she doesn’t know everything.”
“And she has a lot of audacity trying to tell you she does. It’ll be okay, I think that everyone is just really stressed out and confused. I think that if we just tell everyone that we bonded over Harry Potter they’ll understand and leave us alone pretty quick.”
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ONE MONTH AGO
Intelligence had set up a meet with a coke dealer to arrest him and get some intel. The buy wasn’t until 1 am and they didn’t have to start gathering equipment and double-checking everything for another three hours, so everyone was just going to eat and try to relax until then. But then Jay’s phone rang. Luna appeared on his screen with a picture of Sylvie staring at a tank of baby jellyfish with complete and utter fascination. “Hey Syl-”
“I need your help.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I know you’re working tonight, but- oh I probably shouldn’t have called-”
“Sylvie, what’s wrong?”
“The blind date I’m on right now? I- he was fine at first but I’m scared. There are red flags everywhere and I’m afraid I’ll end up in a ditch.”
“Marco’s Bistro, right?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll be there in ten minutes, you’re hiding in the bathroom, right?”
“Yes.”
“Good, stay there until I get there.”
“Of course.”
He nodded at Voight and ignored a livid Antonio. When he got to the restaurant, he told the hostess he was here to rescue his friend from a dangerous date and she didn’t even blink. “She’s still in the bathroom but you might wanna deal with her date after, he’s getting agitated.”
“Green dress shirt by the painting of the heron?”
“Yup.”
“Got it, thanks.”
“Hey,” he knocked on the door, “Sylvie I’m here.”
She exited and before he could even make eye contact with her she wrapped him in a bone-crushing hug, despite her shaking body. “I am so scared. He picked me up, saying that I couldn’t refuse him, he knows where I live.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll handle it.” 
 Jay watched her until he could see her in safe his truck before he approached the man, and he knew that Sylvie had every right to be worried. Sharp eyes, nasty temper, tan line on his ring finger, and he looked one second away from just grabbing the next person and caving in their skull. “Excuse me-”
“And just who the fuck are you pal? I’m here on a date so leave before I kick your ass.” Jay pulled his badge out from underneath the collar of his shirt and sat down across from him. “Give me your driver’s licence, please.” The douche (as Jay would call him for the rest of his life) handed it over pretty damn quick, he waved the waitress over. “This man is going to need his bill immediately, please.” She nodded quickly and darted off, then Jay pulled out his phone. “Hey Burgess, I need you to run a name for me. Arthur Garrett. Two t’s. Okay, thanks. Can you send down a couple of officers for me?” He waited until the bill was paid and backup arrived before speaking again. “Mr. Garrett, stand up and turn around. You are under arrest for failure to pay child support and failure to attend court. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you.” After the handoff, he saw his least favourite thing in the entire world. Sylvie crying.
“He had an arrest warrant out, he’s being taken to detainment now. I’m sorry this happened to you Syl, you don’t deserve it.”
“I just feel so stupid.”
“Well don’t, you weren’t even the one who set up the date. Can I ask you a favour though? Let me do a check on everyone you go on a date with, please. I’ll worry a lot less.”
“After tonight? You have a deal.”
“Oh thank God, I was worried I’d have to try and convince you.” He leaned over the console to kiss her cheek, he looked into her expressive eyes and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ears. Neither of them realized how close their faces were until Jay went to speak and their lips brushed together, in a feather-light touch. “We, uh, we were going to order a bunch of pizzas for dinner. It doesn’t look like you got to eat, would you like to join us?”
“That sounds great.”
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THREE WEEKS AGO
Sylvie had gone back to Fowlerton to spend the holidays with her parents and brother, and Jay stayed in Chicago to celebrate with his brother’s family. Will was in the kitchen with Helen, he and a very pregnant Natalie were watching the looney tunes version of ‘A Christmas Carol’ in the living room with Owen. It wasn’t until Jay thought, about ten minutes into the movie, that Sylvie would love to watch this and he’d have to add this to their movie marathon lost for when she got back that he realized just how much he missed her. Her demeanour, her personality, the way she made him feel warm and fuzzy without much effort. And then he had another, much more startling realization. “I’m in love with Sylvie.” Beside him, Natalie snorted and Helen called from the kitchen “congrats on being literally the last person to know.”
“What? How did my brother’s mother-in-law-in-law know before I did?”
“She follows you on Facebook, remember? Basically everything you post is Sylvie, about Sylvie, or Sylvie related. And vice versa, I see the way she looks at you, she’s into you too.”
“It’s only been a few months, how am I in this deep?” Jay completely ignored his brother’s observation, he could barely register his feelings, he didn’t want to get his hopes up about hers.
“Take it from me, Jay, when the right person shows up it doesn’t matter how long you’ve known them or had a bond with them. If it feels good, go with it. It will only cause you pain to move away from it.”
“I don’t know if either of us are ready for that. The timings just not right.”
Nat covered Owen’s ears, “timing is a bitch.” She released a confused Owen who immediately zoned out looking at the tv again with a kiss on his tiny head, “if you don’t think that you’re ready, that’s fine. But don’t put anything down for timing or the universe, they’ll just mess you up.”
“Yeah... I’ll think about it.”
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ONE WEEK AGO
Sylvie had been all set to go camping with Gabby and Stella, she’d been so excited and Jay had spent the last three days with her helping her pack and hanging on to her every word. Watching flit around in a flurry of excitement for a girls week. He was sitting on her bed rolling up her light blue sleeping bag with white polka dots when she got a call from Gabby and her face fell. Lines and bumps moved their way on to her face which was carefree and bright only seconds ago. “Okay, Gabby. I hope you and Matt and Stella and Kelly have fun.”
“She cancelled the trip? Or cancelled you out of the trip?”
”She decided to make it couples only. She also took the opportunity to tell me that Antonio’s single again.”
“You know what? You are not going to be sad. Because you have a week off of work, and so do I because we worked too much OT the past two months. Let’s go to Universal studios, I hear they expanded Harry Potter world.”
She smiled again. Bright and beaming and in a way that was just so, so her. “I’ll look at flights.”
Thanks to a bunch of last-minute deals, coupons, and first responder discounts they were on a plane bound for Florida in three hours. And when they got there, they went into prep mode for the next day, making sure that everything was ready to get up and go to the park, and they were so busy that neither of them noticed that there was only one bed until they were both drifting off to sleep, centimetres apart.
Waking up entangled in each other hadn’t been as awkward as either of them thought it would be. It was nice, warm. And it only got better as the week went on. They spent three days at Universal Studios, three at Universal Island Adventure, and one at Disney. Taking as much time as they could at each place. They went on every ride they could, multiple times, enjoyed all the themed food, took far more pictures than they had ever taken in their entire lives, and waited until the last day to buy any souvenirs because of how expensive everything was. They even held hands every day, Jay’s reasoning was so that Sylvie wouldn’t get separated from him but because of the time of year the population of the park was sparse compared to what it could have been. Sylvie knew this, knew that she didn’t have to hold his hand, but she wanted to. Badly. She didn’t care if it was only for while they were in Florida, she could pretend while they were there that they were more than friends. Because once they went home, she had to pretend that she didn’t love him with all her heart. But honestly, they had the time of their lives. Fun, food, and unresolved romantic tension. What could be better? It was their last day in Florida, their rental car was already loaded up with their stuff and after the fireworks display at Disney they were headed back to Chicago. 
Sylvie’s hair was mussed from the long day, and while she looked tired, she couldn’t take her eyes off of the display. And Jay couldn’t take his eyes off Sylvie. The multi-coloured lights were reflected in her eyes and the wind was blowing her hair gently. Sylvie could feel him staring at her and when she turned to ask him was what wrong, she stopped, her words dying in her throat. Jay’s entire soul was playing through his eyes. It was as if there was a tether connecting the two of them. Neither of them could turn away or blink. And Jay just went for it. He leaned down and kissed her with all the emotion his body possessed. The kiss making Sylvie feel weak in her knees. She wrapped her arms around his neck in part to stabilize himself, and in part to pull him closer. They’d missed the rest of the display just holding each other, but neither of them could bring themselves to care.
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PRESENT DAY
Dr. Choi had been assigned to Jay. He raised an eyebrow at Sylvie seated on the bed beside him but made no comment, paying heed to the words of wisdom Maggie had just bestowed upon him, “she’s the only reason he’ll behave and accept treatment.”
“Alright, while I’m happy you’re not here with a bullet wound detective Halstead, coming back after a fight wasn’t exactly what I had in mind when I said ‘avoid lead’.”
“And deprive you of my charming personality?”
“Yeah, yeah. Now follow my finger, let’s hope you don’t have a concussion.”
It had only taken about twenty minutes to determine that Jay, miraculously, didn’t have a concussion or any broken bones. Just a lot of swelling and bruises. “Thanks, Choi.”
“No problem, while you are discharged and free to go, you can’t travel yourself, I’m actually you can see with how swollen the areas around your eyes are.”
“That’s no problem, I’ll drive him home.”
“Alright, good. Remember Jay, desk duty for a week.”
“Ugh, I’m already bored.”
“I’m sure you are, now let’s go. I want to leave before a Dawson comes barreling in here, cause I might start swinging punches too.”
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The next week Jay avoided Antonio, not intentionally though. After hearing what happened Voight decided to keep Halstead in the basement as much as possible for his desk duty. While it was boring and agitating not being in the field, Sylvie made sure to send him as many hilarious snapchats as possible, many of which consisted of her hiding in ridiculous places to avoid Gabby. The photo that had offended the Dawsons so greatly sat framed on his temporary desk. Apparently, the people behind them at the fireworks display their last day there thought they were so cute that they took a couple of pics during and after their kiss, but the new couple had left before they could be asked for contact info for the pictures. Luckily, they’d overheard them before the fireworks display talking about how while they were sad to go back to Chicago that night, the fire and police departments desperately needed them to keep their partners in line. It had been an amusing joke to Sylvie and Jay, but a way to post the photos for the people behind them. The Dawsons were already pissed that Jay was ‘moving in on Antonio’s girl’, but when they saw the photos on Facebook, with that mother posting the, admittedly gorgeous, pictures with the tags for CPD and CFD, looking for them so that the ‘adorable couple’ could have pictures from their first kiss, they were both livid. Gabby unleashing all of her fury, most of which was for unrelated things, on Sylvie at Molly’s, while Antonio just started punching.
It all came to a head when Jay was picking up Sylvie from her shift after he had finally been cleared to drive and go back to work. “Hey, you.”
“Hello, gorgeous.” Their quick peck was stopped by Gabby darting in between them and physically pushing them apart.”How can the two of you do this to Antonio? He still loves you Sylvie, even after all this, how can you-”
“Okay, you know what Gabby? You need to shut the fuck up.”
“Brett-”
“Uh-uh. I am talking now. Antonio screwed up. He lost his chance with me. So not only do you need to stop trying to meddle in my love life, but you need to stop feeling entitled to it. You have no say in who I do or do not date. End of discussion. No, ifs, ands, or buts. I am honestly at my wit’s end with you. I don’t even consider you a friend anymore because of how poorly you’ve been treating me.”
“Bu-”
“And don’t pull any more of that ‘but you dated my brother’ crap. I only did so at your encouragement. And I seriously regret dating him because of how much trouble you two are causing for me now because I choose to have a life and not let the end of my relationship with Antonio be the end of me. You need to leave me alone. I’ve already reported you to HR. I had no other choice after you locked me in the ambo for hours today without my phone or radio and wouldn’t let me out unless I got back with your brother. Goodbye Dawson. I’ll see you next shift.”
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THREE MONTHS LATER
Sylvie and Gabby were finally back on speaking terms, but took them a while to get there. Natalie and Hailey had become her best friends. They both understood how awful it was for someone to feel entitled to your love life, and how much gossipy coworkers who were closer than peas in a pod knew how to affect you more than anyone else. 51 had originally been avoiding taking sides, something that Sylvie was grateful for, and she made sure they knew she’d never ask them to choose. Everything, barring their relationships with Antonio and Gabby, went back to normal. Stella was asking for details about Jay, Cruz, Otis, Hermann, and Boden cornered him at Molly’s one night and threatened him, Upton told Sylvie plainly that she wasn’t allowed to hurt Jay, and the two made each other their emergency contacts. Jay also made stops by the firehouse with doughnuts from the place just around the corner from the 21st district. Sylvie, a secretly amazing cook, also dropped by the station with homemade food for the unit and Trudy on long nights.
Molly’s, in a bid to get more customers, started having trivia nights. Sylvie and Jay were practically vibrating in excitement because the trivia night that night was for Harry Potter.
“What did Draco steal from Neville during flying lessons in the first movie?”
“A remembrall!”
“What was the name of Hermione’s cat?”
“Crookshanks!”
“What was the device Hermione used to go back in time during the third movie?”
“A time turner!”
“Okay, and the winning pair is... Sylvie Brett and Jay Halstead! And can I just say that even though I work at 51 and not at the 21st district, I feel like I should have known that detective I-am-a-badass-army-ranger-and-can-kill-you-twelve-different-ways-with-a-pencil-eraser Halstead was such a nerd!” There was a roar of laughter from everyone including Jay. “Laugh all you want, being a nerd is how I got my amazing girlfriend.”
“Damn right it is.” A celebratory kiss was met with cheers from the tipsy group. “Alright, alright, stop making out with my honourary sister and come get your gift card to the aquarium.”
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EIGHT MONTHS LATER
Jay was trying to be sensitive to Antonio, really, he was. He put his photos of Sylvie in his locker, not on his desk, he took calls from her in another room. He didn’t talk about her with anyone from the unit. Sylvie was like an entity of golden light, anyone would be a fool to mistreat her or let her go, and Jay knew that both of the Dawson siblings were beating themselves up over their mistakes. But now Jay was pissed. Did he really think that Jay was so stupid he wouldn’t spot him at the table three rows down from them? That he wouldn’t make sure to take a closer look at the man sitting alone in a restaurant designed for dates, wearing all black, with a baseball cap and shades? And that was seriously the worst disguise, too. He could see numerous other couples and the staff take notice of him and they all looked concerned. Hell, even Sylvie noticed him the second he walked in! So they had decided in a little bit of revenge. They normally wouldn’t display PDA above hand-holding or a quick kiss, but tonight they’d made an exception. They were going all out, even choosing to sit on the same side so not only did Antonio have a clear view of both of them, but Jay would lean down and nibble on Sylvie’s neck, Sylvie would lean close to his ear and whisper in his ear, far, far too much physical contact. Oh, and kisses with tongue, can’t forget those when trying to make someone immensely uncomfortable.
They kept it up all throughout dinner and dessert. At some point in between appetizers and receiving the dessert menu, the PDA stopped being an act. They started riling each other up, enjoying what they were doing to each other. They finished dessert incredibly aroused, and paid the bill as quickly as possible. Jay was vaguely aware of Antonio following them but he couldn’t bring himself to care.
They made it to Jay’s apartment in record time and started ripping off each other’s clothes the second the door was locked. Jay lofted Sylvie up and carried her into his bedroom with Sylvie distracting him, kissing and biting his neck. Once they made it there everything happened slow and steamy, with Sylvie screaming Jay’s name multiple times, Jay purring and growling in her ear. They were vaguely aware of someone pounding on the apartment door, whoever it was (Antonio) had been doing so since Jay and Sylvie locked the door. But they didn’t care. They only focused on each other. They let him knock.
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*Brring, brring*
“Mhm, Halstead.”
“Halstead, we caught a case in Humble Park. Meet Upton there.”
“Sure thing Voight.” He hung up and stared at Sylvie for a moment, taking in her soft skin, mussed hair, and even breathing. He kissed her forehead and closed his eyes as he wrapped his arms around her. “I love you, Sylvie Brett.”
“Mmm, I love you more, Jay Halstead.”
“Did I wake you?”
“Your phone did. You want me to make you some breakfast while you get in the shower?”
“That would be great.” He kissed her, revelling in the feeling of his naked body against hers first thing in the morning.
Jay walked onto the scene with a spring in his step, homemade breakfast in his stomach, and a reusable take-out cup filled with amazing coffee. “You’re looking happy Halstead. How’s Sylvie?”
“She’s great. She made these egg muffins, they’re really good, she sent a few in a container for you if you want them.”
“I absolutely want them. Sylvie is so sweet.”
“She really is.”
“You are so smitten.”
“I am, I uh, I’m actually thinking about proposing.”
“Oh my god, that’s huge!”
“Do you think she’d say yes?”
“Oh, she definitely would.”
“I haven’t had a chance to talk to Nat yet, but would you come with me to help pick out a ring?”
“You got it.”
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Jay was beyond nervous, but he was ready. He was ready for Sylvie to be his fiance, then his wife, then the mother of his children. Sylvie was just getting dressed and then they were heading to the park for an Irish festival, which would end in green fireworks. “Hey!” Sylvie jumped out from their bedroom in a deep green knee-length dress. “What do you think?”
“You look absolutely gorgeous. Seriously, I have absolutely no idea how I got lucky enough to date you.”
Later, just before the fireworks were about to begin, after they’d spent the whole day dancing and eating, Jay led Sylvie to a spot on a hill that two officers had been guarding for him, courtesy of Trudy. “This is an amazing spot, Jay. What did you have to bribe Trudy with to keep it?”
“Permission to take pictures and a speech if you say yes.”
“Yes to what- oh my god.”
“Sylvie Brett. You are the light of my life, I have never been this happy before and it’s all because of you. I love you so much and I want you to be my everything for the rest of our lives. So please, Sylvie, will you marry me?”
“Yes, of course, YES!” Jay slid the ring Natalie and Hailey had help him choose onto her finger, then he jumped up, wrapped her in his arms and twirled her in the air. He stopped, still holding her, Sylvie caressed his face lovingly before leaning down and kissing the love of her life. Completely ignoring the fireworks behind them, and the camera shutters in front of them. They were getting their happy ending, and they were going to love every second of it.
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Ok so we all write about big horny go getter Shigaraki, but what about sexually repressed, pent up Shigaraki
Bitch you K N O W I had to write it now
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He’s trying not to look. He really is. Honest. No, really.
You’re frantically flouncing around the kitchen in nothing but a tank top and shorts -your “sleepwear”- at 2 am, desperately searching for something. He doesn’t know what. He wasn’t listening (truthfully, he couldn’t focus) when you asked him about it. Instead he went on autopilot, shaking his head while pretending he wasn’t lasciviously leering at the sight of so much of your skin on show.
Your shorts, if you can call them that, barely cover the curve of your ass, leaving a good portion of the thick flesh and thighs on display to him. The tank top you’re wearing gives him a generous view of your cleavage, even more when you move a little too emphatically and he practically drools as they jiggle ever so slightly. It’s only fuels his curiosity as to what your tits look like beneath the stretchy fabric.
Even worse than your practically bared form is the fact that he can see your nipples, pebbled and hardening, from underneath the thin material of the tank top. His logical mind knows it’s likely due to the chilly air drafting through the kitchen, but Shigaraki isn’t exactly in thinking mode right now, unless you count him imagining what it would be like pinch the delicate little nubs between his fingers, rolling and abusing them before pulling them between his teeth, sucking them between his lips and coating them in his saliva.
He mentally chastises himself. He’s the leader of the League of Villains, not some horny, lovesick little boy. Sure, he’ll masturbate on occasion, but just enough to keep the feelings at bay. He has a few videos favorited on his favorite porn site, but it’s nothing compared to the filthy, disgusting, degrading things going through his mind right now. You’re his teammate, his friend, someone who trusts him.
Would you still trust him if you knew he was imagining how tight your little cunt is and how well you could milk his cock?
He reminds himself it’s unprofessional to shamelessly ogle his underlings, but you make it so hard when you bend over to look underneath the counter, cheeks pulled so taut against your shorts that he can make out the cleft of your ass. You’d look so good bent over for him, one of his hands gripping you open as he pounds inside you until his cum drips freely from your hole.
Stop it! His mind hisses. He’s unsure if it’s directed at himself, or you.
“You know, if you’re cold, you should put on a jacket.” He slips out, a desperate attempt to make you realize just what is happening and have mercy on him. Please, please just stop putting these thoughts in his mind. He can’t think clearly and he’s being tugged so harshly between lust and shame that it’s ripping him apart.
“Huh? I’m not cold.” You look genuinely confused, and in that moment, Shigaraki has never been more grateful that his mask covers the majority of his face. He’s bright red, cheeks burning and face flushed with what little blood he has to spare from between his legs as he realizes you legitimately have no clue of the impact you’re having on him.
You shrug his comment off as your boss just being his odd self, and continue your search of whatever item it is that’s evading you. He closes his eyes, trying to control himself. If he can’t see you, it can’t affect him right?
Wrong. Dead wrong. You stop your foot, a high pitched whine emanating from your throat. Listen, he knows it’s from frustration, but it’s just a little too suggestive, a little too sinful to his already wandering mind. He shifts uncomfortably on his stool, imagining if you’ll whine like that when his head is between your thighs, tongue lapping at your dripping core as your thighs clench around his ears, driving him onward-
Stop. He sucks in a ragged breath, self control running precariously low. His nails are digging into his palm so hard he can practically feel the crescent shaped bruises forming. He’s never considered himself particularly rapacious, but if you keep teasing him, keep tempting him with thoughts of what lies beneath the shadow of your clothing, he’s going to lose it. He’s going to take you on this counter, whether you want it or not.
Finally, finally you seem to give up. You turn around and face him, crossing your arms over your chest (thank God). Your lip juts out in a surly little pout and he can’t help but think about how if you keep making that face, he’ll give you something to pout about.
“Fine. I guess I’ll just go to bed then. I really wanted some noodles though.” You huff, bratty and insubordinate and just begging to be punished.
“You should do that.”
You look a little crestfallen but he’s just praying you’ll leave now. You’re hungry, after all, and he’s dangerously close to yanking you by your hair, forcing you to your knees and feeding you his cock until your stomach is full of his cum. He’s already on the edge,and the thought of your tongue dragging along his shaft as he holds you balls deep against his pelvis has his legs twitching, body desperately chasing release.
You bid him goodnight and his eyes watch your form disappear through through the door until you’re out of his line of sight. It’s taking every ounce of self control not to follow you and corner you in the hallway, hike your legs around his waist and drive into you until you’re crying and clenching around his swollen cock. He has to bite his tongue until it bleeds to distract himself from the fact that it’s something he could actually do.
He’s out of control, out of his mind and out of patience. Relenting to himself, he palms himself through his jeans, rubbing his straining cock before pulling it out. He knows it’s entirely a possibility that you could turn around and walk back in, and honestly he hopes you do. It should be you  stroking his thick length in your soft little hands, anyway.
Showing a little gratitude and appreciation to your leader.
He squeezes his tip, precum leaking from the slit as he pretends it’s you handling his cock. Your lips kissing along the shaft and rubbing your cheek against him, smearing the viscous fluid across your skin. You’d moan, worshipping his throbbing length and using both hands to work him eagerly.
Or maybe you’d be shy and meek, inexperienced fingers exploring between his thighs like it’s the first time you’ve ever seen a male. Your clumsy movements only serve to arouse him further, knowing he’s taking your innocence.
Or maybe you’d pretend you didn’t want it, eyes wide and moist, begging him to let you go, promising you wouldn’t tell anyone. Your mouth is sobbing no, but the wetness between your legs as he thrusts his fingers deep into your pussy says otherwise.
He lets his mind wander and continues speeding his movements, hips thrusting wantonly into his own fist as he pictures you in all sorts of positions, littering his marks across your skin and covering you in his fluids while you scream and beg for him. Eventually it becomes too much and he feels the familiar tightening in his balls as he reaches his climax, cock spitting up onto his own shirt and jeans. He relishes in the high for a few moments, gulping in air like he’s suffocating and letting the satisfying tingle electrify his limbs.
And then he’s hit with a wall of relentless shame.
Fuck fuck fuck! It never should have gotten this far. He had lost his sense of self control, unabashedly manhandling his genitals in the open to the thought of you stuffed to the hilt, greedily sucking on him and-
Alright! Enough already!
Embarrassed and defeated, he shoves himself back into his pants, ripping off a few paper towels to try and clean himself as best as he can before stomping down the hall and retreating to his room in shame.
He’d crossed a line. He’d lusted for a member of his team. Now that he thought about it, even after he emptied himself, he still wanted you.
How could anything go back to normal? How was he going to maintain a professional facade when all he could think about is how you’d look sprawled underneath him, cock buried deep inside you?
This was so far beyond the pale of the problems he’d anticipated. His master would be so ashamed.
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Broken Clocks Part 2
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A/N: I had to make this into two parts otherwise this was finna be STOOPID long. Anywho, I’m kinda proud of how I wrote this one, dialogue is usually my kryptonite but this time it was weirdly easy lol. Again, thank you @darkficsyouneveraskedfor for your unintentional motivation. And I hope y’all enjoy it! Also happy birthday to the white man in this story sksksksks
Pairings: Steve Rogers x Black!Reader
Warnings: Cursing
Word Count: 2.1k
Part 1
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‘Oh Lord, it is Him,’ you thought to yourself, mental voice dripping with dread and disgust, your sense of calm dissipating into the quiet atmosphere of the subway car. You quickly turned around and hoped he hadn’t noticed you, but cruel fate decided to take the opportunity to ruin your plan; instead, you had bumped into a man who had been walking towards the door as the train was approaching his stop; this caused your purse to fall and letting your wallet to come out and makeup bag to slide across the train floor and in turn hit the foot of the one person you were trying to avoid, Jermaine, your lousy ex-boyfriend of four years.
“Wait a minute, I know this bag,” you had heard him mumble from the other side of the vicinity. You had seen that he had picked it up from your peripheral vision and began looking for the owner.
‘Oh fuck me,’ you winced as you went to pick up your wallet that luckily had landed a mere few inches away from you, but you knew fate wasn’t feeling exactly kind at this particular point in time.
Now came the moment you had wished never been a slight possibility, talking to this no-good ass hat. You turned in his direction and mentally began to hype yourself up for an inevitably awkward situation.
‘Girl you got this, he ain’t shit and you KNOW he ain’t shit, your stop is coming up, just grab your shit and get thee fuck outta there ASAP,’ you prepped yourself, a constant loop of ‘You got this’ playing in your head.
“(Y/N),” Jermery started,“you look good,” a firm grip still on your belongings, as if trying to hold you hostage.
“Thanks…” you replied, awkwardness coating every letter of the word, you grabbed one of your arms to try to gain a sense of ease and comfort as you swayed looking everywhere except in his general direction. You knew you would have to face him at some point but you truly wish now wasn’t the time. There was no point in beating around the bush, you truly had to get this over with, so you grasped every last bit of confidence and assertiveness and did what needed to be done; you didn’t have to worry about his feelings anymore, you didn’t have to fear him anymore, you had to remember you were That Bitch and He was missing out on being with You and you would never get that twisted. You had Captain fucking America’s phone number in you phone at this very moment for Christ’s Sake!
You looked him directly in the eye, and stated simply, “I’d like my makeup bag please,” while reaching out your hand for your things. This sense of fire behind your being that let off a blaze of confidence and self-worth that left him blown away. This wasn’t the (Y/N) he knew and left in the dust, but he sure did want to waste her time once again.
He tried to turn his sex appeal and swagger on, he was confident this would work on you; and to be completely and utterly honest, any other time it most definitely would have. But today he would be sorely mistaken.
“So,” he started, biting his lip and looking you up and down; light skin antics on one thousand,“ how ya been?” Oh Lord, why have you forsaken me? You know this man does not care about me.
“Fine,” you stated dryly.
“That’s cool, that’s cool… How ya momma and them?”
“Fine,” still dry.
“You know ma dukes still asks about you after all this time?” This man wants to bring up his mother? Really?
“Well, did you tell Miss Shirlene why I haven’t come around in three years? Or did you manage to skip past that detail like you used to skip over telling other women you were in a relationship?” you retorted, you obviously knew the answer. Your stop was so close you could almost touch it, no time to lose; you snatched your make-up bag from his grasp and shoved it back into your purse.
“Nah, c’mon don’t be like that mamas, you know you still miss me,” he said while using his now empty hand to grab yours and used his thumb to trace little circles on the back of it. You had snatched your hand back from his grasp.
“Ohhh yeeaaahhh, because I missed the 1-minute fuck sessions, and the skid mark boxers always lying in the middle of the living room!” With every word, your ex partner grew smaller and smaller, confidence chipping away with every syllable, “And always having your rowdy ass home boys who didn’t have respect for my apartment ever,” The patrons of the subway car now all ears and reacting with the hissing sound of second-hand embarrassment or a ‘damn’ under their breath.
“Or all those girls coming to me as a woman talking about they deal with your sorry ass. And ALWAYS paying the bill when we went out to eat because you conveniently left your wallet -which NEVER had money it- at the house, and let’s not forget how I missed your loud ass snoring that kept me up all hours of the night.” By the time you were done dragging this man’s name through the mud with all the sadly true testimonies of your relationship, the train had stopped at your destination and the doors opened. You made your way to the exit of the train, you just needed one last step and you were home free, but you stopped before turning around telling him one last thing.
“So, no Jermaine, I absolutely do NOT miss your ain’t shit ass. Now leave me the hell alone before I go to Raven as a women and tell her that you up to your ain’t shit ways again. Bet you didn’t know I know about her, huh?” And with that, the doors hissed closed but you could clearly hear the sound of the entire car screech from your victory as it rolled away.
Walking with a fresh sense of worth, you realized in your moment of triumph, where you needed to be in a matter of minutes.
“Oh shit!” You scream before making a mad dash for your final destination.
Luckily the station was only a block away from the club, you just needed to walk fast and pray all the crosswalks were ready for you before you even approached them and you’d make it in time. A skill you had managed to acquire over the years was ducking and dodging through crowds with absolute ease.
You had managed to make it when a huge crowd began to enter the club allowing you to slip into the club with absolute stealth. You made your way to the back, similar to before you greeted coworkers over the loud music but this time you avoided your boss at all costs by hiding behind customers. You had made it to your locker and began to throw in your belongings into it and undress into your new outfit and heels. You plugged your phone into the community charger, knowing it would be safe back there, seeing as you were on good terms with everyone and they always looked out for you.
You sat in a chair in front of the vanity and took a good look at yourself, exhaustion written all over your face as you added on to the makeup you were already wearing. The other girls squealing in excitement about the big celebrity that would be in The Champagne Room tonight and how they were trying to weasel their way into performing in there; you had slowly began to zone out before hearing who it was that was causing the big fuss this evening, you didn’t want anymore excitement tonight, you just wanted to dance to a couple songs, get as much money as possible and get your ass back into your bed.
“Drink this, you look terrible,” Maria, the house mother, jokingly said with a smile; snapping you back to reality handing you a cup of coffee just the way you like it.
“Thanks Mari,” you took it graciously, blowing it before taking a sip.
“Of course, mi querida,” she replied before kissing the top of your head. This was exactly what you needed to get through the night.
“Also, Johnny wanted me to tell you: you, Diamond and Star are working The Champagne Room tonight,” she whispered as to not start another round of chaos in the dressing. You simply shook your head grateful that the two you were closest to would be right by your side the entire time.
‘Please have a lot of money,’ you silently prayed to yourself before taking another swig of your coffee and getting up to make this money.
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You had entered The Room, mind on another planet to not realize who the group that was causing all the buzz backstage. Once again, it was Steve, Sam, and Bucky. You always seemed to run on autopilot when it came to dancing, doing flips and tricks but not really being there mentally. This was your way of getting through your shift without hating every minute of it.
Steve was in awe at how flawlessly you could move up and around that pole. You were so graceful but also so sensual. He didn’t recognize you at first, due to the change in makeup and different clothes (or lack thereof) and he had the strong urge to look away from your lack of clothing but he just couldn’t because he knew who this amazingly talented woman was; it was You: the waitress from the diner. Sure the other two girls were just as talented -Sam and Bucky seemed to think so, with the way they cheered at everything they did- ,but they could not compare when it came to your beauty. He just couldn’t keep his eyes off of you.
You had just finished your third song and you were grabbing your tips from the three men, not making eye contact with Sam or Bucky; but once you had made contact with Steve, you had felt the familiar sense of electricity from earlier coursed through your body. This feeling zapped you from your daydream, you looked at the hand that was handing money to you and then you realized who it was: Your Captain.
“Oh it’s You” you said with a sincere smile that lit up your entire face, the shyness had taken, over given the surroundings in which you had bumped into each other and he tried to find the right words to say.
“Well what are the odds,” he said, a timid smile in place. You giggled at his response.
“What are you doing here?”
“What am I doing here? What are you doing here? You really shouldn’t be working in a place like this,” Steve said softly.
Before you could respond, you could hear Sam let out an exasperated sigh while throwing his head back. He could just sense Steve’s ‘You shouldn’t have to do this’ speech coming at any moment because he did this the last time he had gone out with America’s beloved Super Soldier.
“Now don’t you start with this again. Just because you Captain America don’t make you Captain Save-a-Hoe,” he had said in a somewhat joking manner.
“Now who in the hell you callin a hoe, bird brain?” you snapped back, hands on your hips; ready to pop off if need be. Bucky quietly chuckled to himself saying, “I like this girl,” before taking a swig of his beer and sitting back to watch the argument that was bound to unfold in front of him; Diamond and Star equally entertained and taking seats next to the metal-armed man.
“Well if the platform heel fits,” he had clapped back as he stood to get closer to you.
“I work here, so I GOTTA be here, you came here by CHOICE Mister Parakeet. So what’s that say about you?,” you returned as you had a finger in his face to emphasize your point.
This caused a back and forth repetition of ‘Girl get your finger outta my face’ from him and ‘Or what?’ from you.
“Enough!” Steve shouted over the commotion. That was what rendered the Falcon speechless along with yourself and everyone else in the room. Bucky still giggling to himself about the ‘parakeet’ insult, he’d have to remember that one.
‘Now both of you, apologize.” The Captain had ordered. You and Sam both mumbling half-assed ‘sorry’s to one another, arms crossed and pouting like school children.
After the argument was over, you and the girls decided to talk with the men instead of dancing seeing as the crazy events that ensued made you all comfortable with one another. Sam was actually cool and you two ended up being the cause of most of the laughs in the group. Steve and you had grown closer as the evening went on.
“Would you wanna go out tomorrow?” he had asked suddenly, you raised your eyebrows at the question. Diamond and Star were behind Steve trying to convince you to say yes in their own silly ways. Without any hesitation, you looked him right in the eyes and said, “I’d love to.”
“How about dinner at 8?”
“Sounds perfect,” your smile growing.
“I’ll make sure to call you before, to make sure you’re ready on time. For some reason you can’t avoid a broken clock.”
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Traditions Kept Pt.6
From This Day On
Pairing: Steve x reader
Warnings: mentions of nightmares, one f-bomb, major fluff
Summary:  In which a Christmas miracle occurs.
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You woke up with a startle, sitting up on your bed with your heart in your throat. The darkness of your room welcomed you and you released a shaky breath, running a hand down your face. Phantom of pain in your ears and once broken bones still throbbed within you and you reached for your phone with a sigh.
3:37 a.m. Great. Three and half an hour since the Christmas Day had started. You doubted you would fall asleep again.
Merry Christmas to me.
On autopilot, you slid into your slippers and a hoodie, heading to the common room, not wanting to be between the walls that felt too close to your liking. Shuffling through the corridors, you found yourself smiling a little as you saw a dim light coming from where you were heading. Guess you weren’t the only one with nightmares.
The prospect of a night-talk with Steve made the fact you would be sleep-deprived on Christmas bearable. You liked how open he would get in those moments, letting you in, almost making you believe there was a special bond between you two. Almost.
You found him by the kitchen counter, making tea. He glanced up when you entered the room, giving you a sad smile.
“Hey. Want tea?” he offered politely, rewarded by your smile widening and a nod.
You took your usual spot on the couch, a mug soon pressed into your hands.
“Thank you,” you whispered as he seated himself by your side. You sat cross-legged, turning his direction a bit and he shifted as well to face you. You indulgingly breathed in the aroma of rooibos vanilla tea.
“You’re welcome, Warbler.”
You snorted. Not so much of a warbler now, more like a nightingale – the name the public gave you seemed fitting. Your half-amused sound turned into a sigh.
“Bucky?”
Steve lowered his gaze, nodding.
“Yeah. The day you got your powers?”
“Yeah,” you confirmed, this time escaping his sincere eyes and huffed, actually annoyed. “I don’t even know why it’s still haunting me. I mean… it wasn’t even that terrible. A bang. A little– okay, a lot of pain, but it’s been ages. Shouldn’t I be over it?” you complained lowly, looking at him again in search for answers.
His brows furrowed as he made a sympathetic face. His voice was quiet, his body shuffling just an inch closer to you. “Should you? It changed your life, turned it upside down.”
You blinked in surprise at the claim. Well. He wasn’t wrong. And by the quirk of one corner of his lips, he knew that.
Of course, gaining your powers had been… insane. Smacking a huge ‘fuck you’ label on your old life, because suddenly when you wanted for someone to shut up, they would, because you could just muffle the sound waves of their voice and practically make them mute. You could sneak behind someone, because you would erase the sound of your footsteps. You could win every shout-match, at least when it came to decibels. Everything had changed, even your sister looking at you a bit differently, no matter how hard she tried not to.
But… you could do good now. You could save lives. And you earned amazing friends.
“But not to worse,” you offered after a while, blowing at the tea carefully.
Steve gave you a lopsided smile. “You think so?”
“Sure. I mean… it’s not all pretty, but… yeah. I think so.”
Of course that after the first mission going wrong you had wanted to quit. Or after every broken rib. After getting a stabbed— not pretty at all, actually.
Yet, you hadn’t. You couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You wondered if you had a breaking point, but so far, it hadn’t come. You bit your lip, watching Steve as he sipped his tea. Did he feel the same about his life? Sure, your life had changed a lot, but his… your fate was nothing compared to the spiral of insanity he had been thrown into.
“Do you think so? Have you ever… regretted it? The serum?”
Steve froze, the mug halfway from his lips. His whole body stiffened and you wanted to slap yourself for such insensitive question.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to— uhm, you know….“
He relaxed, setting the mug down, his eyes roaming your face as if he was evaluating whether he should tell you.
“I don’t regret it. It allowed me to do a lot of good.”
“Can’t argue with that one,” you noted with a gentle smile, feeling there was more he wanted to say. “But…?”
He chuckled, lowering his gaze. “I went under and… woke up seventy years later. It was… it was so insane…. Lots of things have changed. I did too, I think.”
“Have you thought of… not coming back after that? To the whole… superhero business? Just go and be Steve Rogers?”
“Man out of time?” he offered wryly, but quickly smiled reassuringly, seeing you winced at the dry remark. The look in his eyes seemed absent now, searching in memories. “It was familiar. Apart from that alien part, of course. But… fighting, following orders, being a soldier. It was the only familiar part and I couldn’t give that up. I… I admit there was a time when I-- doubted working for S.H.I.E.L.D. was the right thing to do, but… in the end, it has been Hydra, pulling the threads and causing that dilemma, at least for the most part.”
His gaze flickered to you, worried he said too much. But you just set down your mug as well, wriggling to get a little closer. You hesitantly reached for his hand, surprised he opened it for you. You slipped into his hold, squeezing gently.
“Funny you should say that following orders was the familiar thing and you wanted hold onto familiar… when it feels more like you simply needed to fix all the wrong in this world.” The tiniest shy smile appeared on his lips. “What about now? Do you ever have… second thoughts?”
He shook his head gingerly. “No. I get to do a job that matters, trying my best to fix all the wrong, and work with amazing people on top of that. What’s not to love?”
He met your gaze at those words, sincere blue shining, sending your heart racing. For a moment, you allowed yourself to get lost in it, drown. When he added an honest smile to that, you were sure you would get a heart attack. Your eyes flickered to his lips for a split second and at instant, you mentally slapped yourself.
Not happening, ever.
You licked your own lips that suddenly felt too dry.
“Well, don’t tell Tony. His ego is big enough without you telling him he’s amazing,” you said, your voice a bit hoarser than it should be when attempting a joke.
Steve huffed out a laugh, allowing you to breathe in, the strange moment gone.
“That is very true.”
You sat there then for several moments, staring at each other, smiling inconspicuously, no words spoken. It felt nice; especially since he still didn’t release your hand. He drew a circle on its back, that little gesture making you shiver.
He noticed, immediately letting go. You barely held back a whine.
Stupid, stupid-
“I’ll get you a blanket,” he announced casually and your breath hitched. Did he really blame it on cold? You couldn’t decide whether you were glad or not. Probably yes. It was a better option than him realizing your feelings towards him.
A thick blanket landed over your legs in no time. “Wanna watch a movie?”
You looked up at him gratefully and nodded. “Thanks. And sure, why not? You have anything on your list?”
“Do I have anything— yeah, a few…tens. But I let you pick.”
Your mind raced only for a second. “Love Actually. Obligatory Christmas movie. FRIDAY?”
“Yes, ma’am. And good morning, ma’am,” sounded above your head simultaneously with the screen lighting up. You rolled your eyes at the AI’s sass.
Steve slid beside you with a curious smile. “Sam made a reference the other day to this movie, didn’t he?”  
You tried to remember, finding the right memory too easily; the morning Steve had kissed your cheek. You prayed you didn’t blush at the sweet moment you would always cherish. “Oh yeah, he did. You’ll recognize the scene, I’m sure.”
“Okay. Uhm… you mind sharing the blanket for a bit?”
Your eyes went wide, a lump growing in your throat at the idea of that. “Yeah. Sure.”
He shifted a bit closer as you offered him the blanket. His side was touching yours now, sending you into a cardiac arrest. Which was ridiculous. It wasn’t so rare for you to touch – during training, accidental bumping in the mornings when fumbling around the kitchen counter… hell, he had dragged your ass from a mission once, carrying you bridal style. It had been as amazing as embarrassing, feeling his strong arms holding you, his muscular chest under your cheek-
You cleared your throat. “This good?”
“Yeah, thanks.” He took his mug in his hands again and you forced your attention to the movie. Well. You tried.
The thing was, you were pleasantly warm now. There was a nice movie playing, you had talked a bit, getting things out of your chest and… and your eyelids were growing heavier with each minute. At some point, you felt your head lull, falling on Steve’s shoulder.
You woke up with a jolt and your face crimson. “Sorry, sorry-“
Steve’s body slightly shook with hushed laughter. “It’s okay, Warbler.  You need some sleep.”
“People usually sleep in their bed,” you murmured, rubbing your eyes with the heels of your palms.
To your shock, Steve’s arm went to stretch over the backrest in silent offer. Your heart started pounding in your chest. “Come on. I’m allowing you to use me as a pillow.”
This was crazy. Crazy, crazy, insane even.
Let’s do insane, shall we?
“I-I… o-okay. Thanks. But if I droll on you…”
“I let you wash the shirt,” he assured you with a soft smile and you reluctantly leaned onto him, intending to rest your head in the crook of his neck. You chickened out in the last moment.
“Is this oka-“
“Just lie down, Warbler.”
“ ’Kay.”
Despite your heart hammering against your ribcage, you felt yourself drift off in a beat. Steve was providing even more comfortable warmth, pleasant scent of aftershave and a periodic sound of his breathing; it was all you needed to enter the dreamland.
When your hair fell in your face, tickling you, breaking your sound sleep, you felt tender fingers tucking it behind your ear. Steve’s fingertips lingered on your jaw, soft kiss landing on your forehead.
You were sure you were still dreaming, but rather swallowed the content hum that the gesture almost made you release, just in case this was real. You wouldn’t want to scare him away if it was.
“To me, you are perfect,” he whispered to your hair, sending your heart racing.
This should have woken you up. This was a clear hint that your mind was mixing up the reality, the movie and your desires; dreaming.
Except then came another kiss on your forehead and you couldn’t hold still anymore.
You fluttered your eyes open, your pillow suddenly tensing, the periodic breathing hitching, his lips immediately gone.
You raised your head an inch, meeting Steve’s panicked and apologizing expression; the thought of him actually doing it, saying it and what more, meaning it, hit you like a train and you would gladly leave this world that way.
“Really?” you whispered shyly, trying to catch his gaze as he was looking anywhere but in your eyes; until he finally did and gave a little nod, opening his mouth to speak.
He never got to say a word.
You planted a short kiss to his lips, just a feather-light touch ending too soon. He drew in a sharp breath.
“You… you’re perfect to me too, Steve.”
You brushed his lips with yours once more, the most electrifying feeling shooting to your fingertips.
It was nothing compared to when his hand cupped your cheek and kept you on place before you could retreat, sinking his lips into yours deeply, claiming your lower one. Euphoria erupted in your chest, lighting up every cell in your body.
You sneaked your hand to his shoulder, needing a reassurance that this was happening. His fingers tenderly caressed your cheek in return, his free arm wrapping around your waist, sending you into total bliss.
He withdrew an inch to catch his breath, shuddering. You opened your eyes, meeting the lovely blue, now barely visible due to his blown pupils. You kissed him again, his plush lips just too close to resist. Your hand moved to the back of his neck to play with the short soft hair and he caressed your nose with his playfully. Your eyelids fluttered close at the tenderness and you couldn’t but kiss him again.
He hummed contentedly, a low sound deep inside his chest and you felt a pool of warmth erupt in your belly, fighting the urge to climb into his lap and take the make-out session to a whole new level. You settled for sneaking your hand to his chest for now, if only for the fact that your first kiss happened like a minute ago.
It turned out to be a good thinking, because a second later, a voice disturbed your little Christmas miracle.
“Oh, wow,” Tony’s voice reached your ears and you jumped away from Steve as if you got burned, your eyes snapping open.
“Can’t see mistletoe anywhere this time,” Sam snorted, casually walking in front of the TV, only to make you realize the movie was long over.
“Look again, Birdboy,” Wanda hummed and you automatically looked up, indeed finding mistletoe hanging above your head.
How-- when-?
You shot Steve a puzzled look, but he seemed to be equally confused and embarrassed as he had been caught kissing you. Pretty heatedly, by the way. Amazingly. Uhm…
You gulped, gave him a shy smile and raised your gaze again. The plant was still there, but… you noticed a subtle red energy around it as if— you snapped your head in Wanda’s direction, only to find her wiggling her fingers inconspicuously.
You smiled at her gratefully. “Just following the tradition,” you shrugged, sneaking your hand under the blanket to find Steve’s for reassurance. He squeezed back.
“Really? Why didn’t you kiss Natasha like this the other day then?” Clint mocked you knowingly, making your face heat up even more as he joined Sam, both men crossing his arms on their chest in creepy sync.
They looked like disappointed and exasperated parents finding out about their teen kid having a box of condoms stashed in the back of his drawer. Which was the worst analogy that could have possibly popped up in your head, because now you were blushing twice as bad.
“Good question. And Cap, why didn’t you kiss her like that the first time in the kitchen?” Sam added and you honestly wanted to burry your face in your hands.
They knew all too well why. They must have known that this was a brand new thing. So why they were being such shits?
No, don’t answer that.
Felling brave, powered by the Christmas miracle, and hoping you had nothing more to lose since your dignity was in the wind and Steve hand was still keeping yours, you turned to Clint. “You know why? Because Natasha is amazing, but I’m not in love with her.”
You felt Steve’s grip turn crushing at the words and you squeezed your eyes shut, immediately regretting speaking up. Was he about to reject you now? Now, when he knew that you…well, that you were-
“You know why, Sam?” Steve called out lowly, following your example. You waited for the reason, breathless. Please, please, please, do not reject me- “Because I didn’t know she felt the same.”
You quickly turned back to Steve, astonished, your heart swelling. He gave you a gorgeous smile, just a shadow of worry on his face, disappearing when he saw your expression.
He was… was he in love with you too?
One look at him was enough of an answer. Yes. Yes, he was.
You leaned in, pecking his lips softly.
He smiled at that and gazed up, reaching for the mistletoe above your head. You could sense Wanda’s puzzled look, but she let it fall into his hand.
“Thanks,” he muttered, twirling the plant in his fingers before his attention fully shifted to you again. He appeared almost sheepish all of sudden. “If I have it with me, can I kiss you whenever I want? Even after Christmas?”
You giggled at the cute gesture and took the mistletoe from his hand to throw it away, hitting Sam in his face with it by pure coincidence.
“Hey!”
Peripherally, you saw Clint shrug and quickly peck Sam on the corner of his mouth. which was followed by a disgusted noise and loud complaints. The others laughed at that, but your focus was on the man with puzzled and hopeful gaze, whose lips were only inches from yours.  
“You won’t be needing that,” you whispered a silent promise and Steve nuzzled his face in your cheek, smiling, giving you a chaste kiss on the cheek.
“Neither will you.”
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Much later, when all the fuss fell silent and all presents had been unwrapped, you found yourself talking to Wanda, a goofy smile on your lips.
Looking back, everything started making sense. The little moments, seemingly a game of chance, focusing on you and Steve. While you believed in Christmas spirit bringing people close to each other, you weren’t that naïve.
“Uhm… Wanda?”
“Hm?” she hummed, grinning as well.
“You wouldn’t happen to know about the mistletoe mysteriously appearing and disappearing around the Tower, would you?” The Sokovian sipped her tea, not saying a word and that was all confirmation you needed – it was all on her. “Thank you.”
“I didn’t do anything. It was a Christmas miracle working. That you were sitting under mistletoe that morning or that Thor kissed you right in front of the captain. Or that I haven’t noticed Vis’ hat accessory until you kissed him and pointed it out…” she mumbled, her smile way too bright, giving her away.
“Sure. Silly me, of course it wasn’t you. …By the way, did I hit Sam’s face on my own?”
“Nah, your aim needed a little help. You were a bit distracted though, I forgive you.”
You burst out laughing and Wanda joined you. You met Steve’s gaze from the other side of the room as he was getting you drinks and enjoyed the special smile he would only reserve for you from this day on.
The Christmas spirits were working hard this year and you thanked them wordlessly, gently pulling Wanda into a half-hug.
You couldn’t even be mad when Mariah Carey’s ‘All I Want for Christmas Is You’ started blasting from the speakers and Tony with the others gave you a meaningful look, encouraging you to live up to your nickname and sing along. Especially since it led to Steve approaching you and letting you hid your embarrassed self in his embrace, kissing the top of your head with hushed laughter and mumbled ‘leave her alone’.
“She’s right, you know,” he hummed softly then and suddenly, you were glad no one could see your face for a whole different reason – your love-struck smile.
“Yeah. She is.”
Merry Christmas to me. Merry Christmas to us.
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What she said. Merry Christmas to you all (Veselé Vánoce vám všem)  :-* 
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ddproductionsw77 · 4 years
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Sweet Child O’ Mine
Fandom: IT (Muschietti Films)
Pairing(s): Reddie (Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak)
Characters: Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak and (OC) Cassie Tozier, (Mentioned) Bill Denbrough and Beverly Marsh
Rating: T (If language offends you, M but there is nothing sexual)
Description: Cassie wakes up in the middle of the night with a mild fever and Richie can’t just leave her alone in her nursery when she isn’t feeling good. (NextGen Baby Losers Fic)
Author’s Note: Kind of based off a request and kind of an idea I was already planning to do... it’s just been a long time since I’ve done any Baby Loser fics and there’s no reason for it! No more! Lyrics and title come from Guns ‘N’ Roses’ song, Sweet Child O’ Mine.
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Crying.
Eddie Kaspbrak woke up to the sound of crying. Groaning, he rolled over into his side and reaching out for the baby monitor on the bedside table. Turning the volume down, he reached over and shoved his boyfriend’s shoulder, barely managing to slur out, “Richie... Get the baby... She’s crying...”
He heard a groan, “Give her a minute...”
They laid together for a moment, listening to their baby daughter continue to cry. Soon, the pitch went even higher and the sound became even more desperate.
Eddie hit Richie again, “Go get her.”
“Fucking fine,” Richie complained, slipping out of bed.
Eddie rolled over on his stomach, hugging his pillow and muttering, “Don’t swear in front of her,” as he began to drift back off.
Richie rolled his eyes and made his way across the hall, running a hand down his face. His body was still adjusting to parenthood and late night wake up calls. He didn’t understand entirely why waking up two or three times a night was so much harder for his body than pulling an all nighter here and there back in college but fuck was it ever. His limbs felt like they were made of lead and his brain could barely remember how to get his body from his and Eddie’s bedroom to the nursery door.
Opening the door to his daughter’s room, the corners of his mouth twitch upon spotting his little 3-month-old waving her tiny balled fists through the air, blabbering nonsensically between cries.
Eddie had been the one to pick out everything for Cassidy’s nursery while Richie had been charged with putting it all together. They’d decided on painting the room a soft, baby blue that coincidentally nearly matched the exact shade of Cassie’s eyes. They had prepped the room before receiving the call from the adoption agency so it hadn’t been till a month ago that Eddie had finally gotten Bill over to paint ‘Cassidy’ in swirling gold over her crib.
Going over to her crib, Richie looked down at her with a mock stern look, “Cassidy Beverly Anne, it is way past your curfew!”
The baby stared up at him, lip wobbling before letting out another mournful squawk, her dark, fine hair sticking up in four different directions. She did not look all that amused.
“Okay, okay, Sweet Child O’ Mine,” Richie plucked her up in one fluid motion, cradling her in his arms as she shoved her fist in her mouth and continued to cry around it, “What’s wrong, huh? You have a nightmare? Papa has those, too.”
Whimpering, she kicked out one of her little legs and kept up her crying, grasping his t-shirt as tightly as she could with the hand not stuck in her mouth. Richie sighed and ran his hand lightly across the top of her head, pausing to rest his palm against her forehead.
“Ah, Cassie, please be messing with me,” Richie groaned and leaned down to brush his lips across her forehead. She was much warmer than usual, which was saying something since the baby was usually a fucking furnace, as was. She was even hotter then she got working herself up into a hysteria. Richie closed his eyes and threw his head back, “Fuuuuudge.”
No swearing.
It was the rule… Besides, he knew Eddie was probably listening in on the baby monitor.
“Okay, baby girl,” Richie muttered rocking her in his arms, going back toward the door, “Let’s go have Dada take a look at you, huh?”
She continued to fuss as Richie returned to his and Eddie’s bedroom and sat on Eddie’s side of the bed. His boyfriend rolled over and peered up at him, their squirming, crying baby cradled in his arms.
“Richie, you know she can’t sleep in here with us—“ Eddie started, rubbing at his eyes but Richie sighed and spoke over him.
“I think she has a fever,” He said and Eddie fell silent, continuing to peer up at him sleepily for another moment before sitting up in bed as Richie continued, “Can you take her? I’ll get the thermometer.”  
Eddie nodded, reaching out and taking Cassie. The baby cried louder being jostled around but Eddie hushed her softly, bouncing her in his arms as Richie left the room, and managed to somewhat soothe her. He felt himself go into autopilot, his training as a registered pediatric nurse taking over as he reached out and felt his daughter’s forehead, set his hand briefly on her chest to feel her breathing and took her pulse using her little ankle and his wristwatch.
He had to admit, she was warm. How warm, he couldn’t be sure of yet but at least her pulse was pretty much average for a crying, distressed infant. Without a stethoscope, he couldn’t tell if she was congested though she didn’t feel rattle-y.
Looking up, he saw Richie coming back in the room with the thermometer the two of them usually used and shook his head.
“Rich, you have to get the one in Cassie’s room. Second drawer in the changing table, it goes in her ear,” Eddie instructed, “And grab my bag for work in the living room, I want to check her respiration.”
Richie gave him a confused look but spun around and did as Eddie had instructed, coming back a minute later with the baby thermometer and Eddie’s stuff.
Eddie handed Cassie, crying and whining, back to his boyfriend and stood up, going through his bag. He glanced over his shoulder at Richie, who was sitting on the bed again and sighed, using an alcohol wipe to wipe off his stethoscope before putting it over the back of his neck.
“You’re not going to like this,” Eddie warned, turning the thermometer on, “We gotta keep her still and she’s not going to be happy about it.”
Richie looked at the thermometer and then back at Eddie, “It doesn’t hurt, right? Because Cassie’s too tough to get whine-y over a little thing in her ear.”
Eddie gave him a look before rolling his eyes and giving his attention back to their daughter in Richie’s arms. Gently cupping the infant’s head in one hand, Eddie held the thermometer up to her ear. Cassie tried to turn her head away and cried even louder and harder when her Daddy wouldn’t let her.
Richie grimaced and glanced away, running a finger up and down the soft skin of her arm.
After a second, Eddie took the thermometer back and looked at it with a sigh, “100.1. I mean, it’s low grade.”
“It’s still a fucking fever!” Richie argued as Eddie set the thermometer aside and got his stethoscope.
“Don’t swear,” He gave his boyfriend a look before putting the buds in his ears and gently resting the head of the stethoscope on Cassie’s chest. Listening carefully for a moment, trying to concentrate on the sounds that weren’t her crying, he stood back and shrugged, taking the earbuds out, “She sounds normal.”
“But she has a fever,” Richie argued again and Eddie ran his hand through his hair.
“Yeah, Trashmouth, babies get sick sometimes,” Eddie sighed and pinched his nose, watching Cassie blubber around her slobbery fist. He cocked his head to the side and hummed, “I wonder if she’s teething...”
“What the fu— fudge is teething?” Richie asked, following Eddie’s gaze to their daughter.
Eddie rolled his eyes, “What it sounds like, dummy. When a baby’s teeth start coming in. She’s a little young still but it can happen at three months... I could check her mouth but it’d just make her madder. Let me grab something.”
He left and Richie adjusted Cassie so she was laying with her back against his thighs. He ran his hand over the top of her head again and sighed, “Cassie Anne, can’t you hold off on getting sick for the first time for a few more months? I’m still breaking in this whole dad thing and taking care of a sick baby is out of my wheelhouse, Sweet Child O’ Mine...”
She whined, giving a little cough before starting up again with her crying. Sighing, Richie shook his head and tried to bounce her to soothe her. A beat later, Eddie was back, a wet washcloth in hand.
“I got it right out of the dryer so it’s clean,” He muttered, mostly to himself because Richie didn’t much care, and took Cassie gently from his boyfriend. He offered to cool washcloth to the baby, who squirmed and turned her head away a time or two before clutching it and sticking it in her mouth as well.
In a few seconds, she fell completely quiet for the first time since she’s woken herself up. Eddie sighed and nodded, looking over at his boyfriend, “Teething.”
“Well, cold washrag is a pretty easy fix,” Richie chuckled, watching the two of them.
Eddie shook his head, “It’s also pretty short lived. She’ll start up again when it’s not cold anymore. We need to get her a toy for teething... But you can go put her back down, she might sleep for a bit.”
Richie sighed, peering down at his daughter. She watched him with droopy eyes, looking as if she were on the very edge of sleep but refusing to let herself drop off. She was a stubborn little thing, Richie thought with a twitch of his lips. He blamed Eddie; that fucker was so stubborn it drove him up the damn wall. It made sense, too; Eddie had Cassie more than Richie ever did... it was just the way that their work schedules played out.
Eddie worked from 5 in the morning to 5 in the evening on Monday, Tuesday and Thursday at Derry Home hospital but had the rest of his time to himself, which he usually spent at home with Cassidy. Richie, on the other hand, only really got to see his daughter from the time she woke up in the morning — usually around 9 or 10 — till he dropped her off at daycare to go to work at 2. On a good day he got 5 hours with her and he had weekends but that was it.
And God dammit, did he miss her when he was away, missed both of them.
Rocking Cassie back and forth, Richie managed to get her to close her eyes once again and sat back against the headboard of the bed. Setting a hand on his daughter’s tummy, Richie felt each breath she took as they evened out and slowed.
“Rich,”
He lifted his eyes back up to his boyfriend, who was watching him with a tired expression, “Hmm?”
Eddie stepped closer, going to his family and lightly brushing a soft tuft of dark hair from Cassie’s forehead, “Go lay her back down.”
Richie shook his head before looking down at his daughter again, “I don’t wanna. She doesn’t feel good, Eds.”
“She’s teething, Richie.” His boyfriend whispered and rolled his eyes, still playing with their baby girl’s hair, “All babies teeth and they’re always fine.”
Richie sighed, “I don’t want to fucking leave her in there, Eddie. She gets lonely.“
“Don’t swear in front of her,” Eddie reached out and flicked Richie’s ear, “And she does not get lonely, Richie. She’s a baby, she has no object permanence.”
Richie’s eyebrows came together as he looked at the baby, “She’s asleep, Spaghetti Man, ain’t gonna hear me. And what’s that?”
“Don’t call me that,” Eddie hissed half heartedly before reaching down and carefully lifting Cassie from Richie’s arms. The baby whimpered once and threw her arm out defiantly before going still again, sighing in her sleep. Eddie rocked her, heading back across the hallway towards her nursery, “Object permanence? Basically, if she can’t see something, she thinks it’s gone forever. She hasn’t learned that most objects around her are permanent, even if they’re not right in front of her.”
Richie jumped up and followed Eddie as he went to Cassie’s crib and lowered the baby down. She kicked out once again as Eddie draped her favorite blankie — one Beverly had stitched for her — over her. Clutching it, she settled back down, blanket in one hand and wash rag in the other.
“So, when we leave, she thinks we’re fuck — freaking gone forever?” Richie whined, “We can’t leave her in here all alone!”
Eddie sighed, hissing, “What are you going to do, Richie? Sleep in here?”
Richie seemed to be thinking for a moment before marching out of the room.
Eddie rolled his eyes and went to follow him only to nearly run into his boyfriend, carrying two pillows and a comforter. He sighed, angling his hand at his boyfriend and hissing, “Richard Tozier, what the actual fu—“ He stopped himself, “Fudge are you doing?”
“What does it look like, Eds, my love?” Richie whispered back, laying out the blanket on the floor right beside Cassie’s crib. “I’m having a sleepover with my baby girl. If she wakes up, her papa will be right here.”
Eddie stared for a moment before shaking his head, “Whatever. Be an idiot. Sprain your back. See if I care. Night.”
Turning on his heel, Eddie went back to bed.
Laying on the floor beside Cassie’s, Richie reached up and slipped his hands through the bars of her crib. He found her soft, warm hand and gently ran a single fingertip over her tiny knuckles.
His baby. His Cassidy Beverly Anne. Cassie. Sweet Child O’ Mine...
She’s got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I’d hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me of a warm, safe place
Where as a child I’d hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain to quietly pass me by...
Richie was ninety-five percent sure he’d just barely fallen asleep when he felt someone curl up to his side. Peering his eyes open, he smirked, “I thought I was being an idiot.”
Eddie sighed, tucking his head into the crook on Richie’s neck, “You are... but it’s hard to sleep without you. Besides... If Cassie wakes up now we’ll both be here for her.”
“Eds?”
“Hmm?”
“I fucking love you. And I fucking love Cassidy.”
“Don’t swear in front of the baby,” A beat of silence and then, “Me too, Idiot, on both counts.”
“You really shouldn’t call me an idiot in front of the baby, Eds.”
Within a few breathes, they were both asleep, their breathing slowing to the pace of their baby daughter beside them.
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How would the DR protagonists (plus Kaede) react to their s/o being murdered, but soon find out that their s/o actually is alive? It turns out their s/o made a agreement with their 'killer' to fake their death to expose the mastermind and it worked?
This is so sad Kaede play Clair de lune
I hope that you don’t mind that I didn’t write for Komaru and Toko but I haven’t played/watched DR:AE yet so I didn’t feel like I could get the characterization right ;;
Kaede Akamatsu
Kaede is holding back tears the entire time
She wants to stay strong for everyone, including herself
When they’re alone she cries into Shuichi and begs him to help her find your killer
She knows she can’t do it alone
Usually, she would have you to help her but… you’re not there this time
Investigating without you makes her feel like she’s stuck on autopilot
She just kind of hovers around Shuichi
She wants to help more but she really can’t
All that she can think about is how twisted your dead body was
Your arm was bent backward and your leg was certainly broken, along with your neck
Shuichi made sure to give Kaede enough time to at least say goodbye and make peace with it before telling her what to look into for him
While she’s out she goes to the bathroom and cries her heart out
Her heart feels like it shattered into pieces 
Most of her investigation time is spent in that bathroom
Eventually, the trial comes and eventually, she has to dry her tears and face the music
Even if that music sounds like a shitty bear laughing at her despair
All she wants is for this trial to be over already
She doesn’t want to accuse her friends of killing you
She doesn’t want to be reminded that you’re dead
And then she finds out
You think this might be the happiest you’ve ever seen her
She jump hugged you out of nowhere
You hadn’t even said a word yet how did she know you were there?!
She’s crying for a whole different reason now
As you explain to everyone what went down while you played dead she won’t stop looking over at you
She can’t help herself s/o!
As a result of your little plan, she demands that take her on a date
And then another
And another
Yeah, she’s just happy to have you back
:D
Shuichi Saihara
Gross sobbing
I’m serious
He’s just crying the whole time
Literally, everyone feels bad
He’s just pathetically gathering evidence and bursting into tears when he finds something because he knows that it all lead up to your death
Nobody knows what to do for him
They all try their best anyways
Especially Angie who, for some reason, thought it would be a good idea to help Shuichi investigate the body
Your body
She keeps going on and on about how s/o is with Atua now so don’t worry Shuichi!
If she doesn’t stop reminding him he’s gonna start yelling at her
High-key about to have a mental breakdown
JUST SKIP TO TELLING HIM thE TRUTH ALREADY S/O
S/O: Tell him the truth. ==>
He’s crying again
He’s crying with tears he didn’t even know he had left
You’re back
You’re alive
HOW!?!?
When you explain your plan to him it clicks into place
The reason Angie helped investigate the body was that she was hiding the fact that she made a fake body while you hid away
He, honestly, feels really stupid for not realizing
What kind of detective can’t tell the difference between wax and flesh
Luckily, he has you there to reassure him that he’s still a good detective
Shuichi isn’t even mad
He’s so exhausted from crying for the better half of three hours that he just wants to lay down and hold you to him for the rest of his life
You decide that the next couple of days are stay-ins
You’re both just so exhausted, Shuichi mostly, but, in your defense, exposing the mastermind was a lot of work!
Consequently, he’s going to be watching you for any more plans you might think up
Overall he’s super proud of you but he also realizes how badly that could have gone if everything hadn’t gone to plan
He still has nightmares about discovering your body
They usually involve you not getting up though
At least you’re always there to wake him up and remind him that you’re still with him
He doesn’t know what he’d do without you so, for now, he just cherishes every moment
Hajime Hinata
Manly tears
Despite how worried he is about everything he really didn’t think he’d have to investigate your body
The thought that you would die on this hell island never really crossed his mind and if it did it never seemed plausible
He was always so careful about where the both of you went and he always made sure to walk you back to your cottage so he thought that you would be alright
He really did
And then he found you in the backroom of the Titty Typhoon with a fork in your throat and a dead look in your eyes
He’s screaming
Someone not only murdered you but you were an absolute mess
It was extremely obvious that the fork wasn’t the murder weapon for there to be that much blood on you
After taking a lot of time to himself he resolves to find your killer no matter what
He just doesn’t know who would do that to you
You weren’t just murdered you were slaughtered
He starts investigating without telling the others that you’re dead
It gives him more time to investigate everything if the official Investigation Time doesn’t start
He’s sure he can figure it out
He has to
Eventually, the others find your body and the real investigation starts
Hajime is actually a huge suspect during the case
He hates the fact that they would even consider it
Can’t they see that he loves you
Loved you
Because you’re gone
And he can’t have you back–
GUESS AGAIN BITCH
He’s in absolute shock
He can’t move
He can’t speak
He doesn’t really know what’s going on even after you explain it to everyone
When he snaps out of it he’s so relieved
He’s also fucking pissed
Out of all the protags, I think he’s the most likely to yell at you for it even if you did save everyone from that shitty VR nightmare
You should have told me is a phrase you’re going to hear a lot from now on
It’s out of love though so you can’t really get mad
Makoto Naegi
My sweet prince, I am so sorry for your loss
He’s screaming as soon as he turns the corner
It’s an instant K.O. when he sees your body and the others have to drag him to the cafeteria so he’s not in the way
Once he’s awake he’s running right back to the scene because there was no way that was real
He just ate some bad food and had a nightmare
That would explain why he woke up in the cafeteria at the very least
He refuses to believe it 
There’s no way someone would kill, let alone kill you
It’s Kyoko who stops him right before he could get into the room
She tells him that he should let her take care of this and that he should get some rest
He asks her what she’s talking about and where you are
He refuses to believe it
Safe to say he has to be forcibly escorted back to his room
He’s screaming from the other side of the door about how he has to find your killer!
He has to bring them to justice!
He has to be with you!
He can’t leave you there!
You need him!!
Please, let me see them one more time…
Literally, no one had ever heard him sound more defeated
You both had been dating so long and to have all of it gone in one moment just wrecks him
Seeing you be a victim to the killing game makes him feel like he’s dying himself
In a side room with no cameras, you tell Kyoko to hurry the fuck up
After the trial is finally over, after everything is said and done, he’s exhausted
He’s never felt this tired in his life
He just wants to hold you and hear you say that everything is going to be alright
But you can’t
But it’s not alright
“Hey.”
His head whips around so fast that his neck cracks a bit
And then he’s running
He’s running because that’s you
He’s running because you’re alive
He’s running with everything he has left in him because he just knows that it’s you
… he doesn’t let go of you for a long, long time
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