#but i saw your handle in this ask and immediately went ‘oh no’ cause MAYBE idk it sounded like an asshole thing what i said

[star-mum]

"comfort for what? HAVING A BODY" you continue to be fucking iconic. like that entire rant had me CLAPPING but that part in particular was just oOOOOMF. that was it so like.... Gar x fat reader where Gar hugs her and his instincts go feral because feeling someone with extra fat on their body ignites his breeding kink?? like his animal brain is like "this is a wife. this is a wife who will bear your children and do it well. this is a plump, healthy body for your children. you're gonna fuck her brains out" and he gets a raging boner in what is supposed to be an innocent hug and has to excuse himself and wants to die of embarrassment and the reader is like INTRIGUED by him from that moment on but then he keeps dodging her and avoiding her because of his personal embarrassment

(set during s2 with a reader who is physically affectionate for no reason and would just give him a random hug)

thoughts?

I had to actually take a break when the words “breeding kink” showed up— LIKE THE GENIUS OF THAT ??? AND ABSOLUTELY HE WOULD AAAAAAAAAAA

Me reading this:

So,,, uhm things got a bit out of hand skskks and I talked way to much as usual so,,,

OKAY— so yes to everything you just said !! I can just SEE everyone’s in one the common areas (maybe a post training snack or breakfast, let’s say breakfast 🥴) and Gar’s standing with his back to the door talking to the rest of the group as the coffee machine does it’s thing and reader just walks up to them, greets everyone good morning and hugs Gar from the back, maybe rests her head either on his arm/shoulder so she can join the conversation OR on his back cause she’s just so tired and he just MALFUNCTIONS !!!

Everyone is still in pijamas and she’s not really wearing a bra, so he can feel her chest pressed up against him and hOMEBOY’S DOING FUCKING BREATHING EXERCISES IN HIS HEAD TO CALM HIMSELF DOWN !!! Whoever he was talking to — probs Rachel — goes “you,,, okay dude ?? you look,,, very intense in the face” and he freaks out, not thinking on an excuse quick enough and just BOUNCES “what?! 😧 Uhh yeah yeah im good,,, i just have to,,, i have to go now”

Also not to, once again, pull up my brazilian card BUT we have a habit of greeting people with a hug and a kiss on the cheek — it can be a real like kiss on the cheek or that like fake one sksksk where you touch the side of their face with your face and make a kiss noise KSKSKS most common to do that actually — my friends and I see each other every night in college but we still greet each other like that every time and less cause it’s the “polite thing to do” and more cause its a way to show we like each other and we’re close

SO— in my head, reader — who’s me cause,,,, who the hell else would she be sksksks — does that every morning. It’s a habit !! And when she asked the team if it would make them uncomfortable, to greet them like that, they said no !! So everyone’s getting a hug when she sees them, specially like the ones who don’t live in the tower the whole time !

And that’s fun in TWO different ways CAUSE

1. Gar really likes it and gets all weird about it later, cause the more times he gets turned on by her touching, the more innocent touches start making it happen too

2. POSSESSIVE ANIMAL INSTINCT BABY !!!! I hate — not really — to bring them into this BUT i feel like the ones who’d make Gar the more jealous of are -> Jason and Hank (stop rolling your eyes I have a nom biased explanation KSKSKSKS)

Jason is more of a logical jealousy, he’s hot, he’s their age AND he’s a major flirt/fuck boy sksksk even if it’s in jest or a friendly flirting when Reader hugs him or touches him, he’s still gonna say some bullshit like “i know im hot babe, but you really gotta stop touching me like in front of everyone” or “can’t keep your hands off me huh?” I desire him carnally

Hank is more of a — Absolutely One Sided — physical/animal instinct thing for suuuure. Like out of all the guys, he’s definitely an the closest thing we have to a Natural Alpha, he’s big, he’s strong, he’s agressive and dominant (not sexually but how he holds himself around other ppl) and Gar would just FEEL some sort of anger and jealousy when he sees Reader giving Hank any type of attention, even tho he KNOWS nothing’s ever going to happen (cause 1. Hanks not a fucking predator and 2. He’s very clearly with Dawn) — it definitely would NOT help if Reader let slip something about finding Hank hot/attractive, during a forced teens game night maybe? KSSKKSKS

She’d know RIGHT AWAY something’s off with Gar — cause she swears she saw his eyes turn green after a particularly Fuck Boy-ish quip got Jason a little slap on his arm/chest — he’s both avoiding her like the plague but also ALWAYS standing very close to her in social situations — on the off chance she holds onto him — so she’d up the antee completely -> push him til he breaks

And oh boy does he ever 🥵 Breeding Kink Gar is just supreme, I am not sorry

like I have personally a very clear stance about not wanting kids AND not wanting to experience pregnancy BUT IN FICTION ????? GIVE ME THE BREEDING KINK !! GIVE ME THE GETTING MARRIED AND HAVING KIDS !! THERE IS NO CONSEQUENCES TO MY ACTIONS !!!! LETS FUCKING GOOOO

[caramilena]

Swing

Lumberjack!Logan x f!reader

Summary: Logan fucks you at his work

Rating: explicit

Warnings: 18+(Minors DNI), p in v, smut, dirty talk, fingering, reader has hair, Logan can pick up reader, established relationship, reader ogles Logan, nicknames (honey, baby, sweet girl), competency kink, no mention of Logan’s powers.

Divider: @saradika-graphics

Logan had left for work in a rush that morning. Work was hectic with the new contracts he’d taken on. He was also handling a management position until the real manager- a frail, old man- had recovered from his hip replacement surgery. So, he had a lot on his plate at the moment.

That’s why, when he forgot to grab the lunch you had packed him, you decided to stop by his workplace to drop it off. He was already quite overworked so you made it paramount that he didn’t skip meals, if you could help it. It was a short drive… And maybe you’d get a chance to watch him swing an axe, shirtless. 

Once you got there, Logan wasn’t in the office. After asking around, you gathered that he went into to the woods for chores. Already tickled by that information, you didn’t waste your time to go find him immediately.

The wind caressed your cheeks and flew your hair about as you walked into the forest in search of him. He couldn’t be too far. Birds flew overhead. The tree leaves danced with the wind. You stepped over any branches or uneven ground as you cautiously traversed the wilderness. A few meters away, faint clacking sounds could be heard. At last. You picked up the pace. This was a pleasant afternoon walk practically. 

As you got closer, you could hear grunts and thuds, successively. You stilled when the source of your affections and concerns came to view. He donned his white tank top, overshirt probably discarded somewhere. He raised both arms that clasped a mighty axe over his head and brought them down with enough force to halve the wood. There was a pile of cut planks to his left. Every raise of his arms would cause the muscles in his back to ripple with life and tighten under the skin. Skin that glistened with a thin, shiny sheen of sweat. The air was relatively chill, but the physical exertion was what probably caused the faint perspiration.

Every downward motion as he hit the wood, would trigger the muscles in his tricep to tighten and contract, like your insides as you watched it all unfold, transfixed. His thick forearms were corded with years of manual labour. Of course, his biceps were your favourite pillow. Extensive physical labour was the foundation of his robust and sturdy physique. He was big and dependable. Competent, like no other man you had been with before.

He hadn’t noticed your presence yet since you stood facing his back, so you took your time ogling him as he worked. Aware of the growing wetness in your panties. Your eyes travelled down to his big, veiny hands as they gripped the handle of the axe. Mind immediately reminiscing to when they were pumping in and out of your messy hole. 

As you attempted to shift your weight from one foot to other and relieve the growing tension between your thighs, you accidentally stepped on a branch. His head snapped up and back. The deep frown between his brows relaxed slightly when he saw it was you.

“Hey,” he straightened and dropped the axe on the ground, “didn’t see you there. Were you waiting long?” 

He grunted as he walked over to a nearby tree and bent down to pick up the brown flannel shirt he had originally left the house in. Pulling it over his shoulders and beginning to button up, to your disappointment.

“Not too long,” you waved dismissively. “You forgot your lunch…” 

“Oh.” He paused. “My bad, honey. Sorry you had to come all this way,” he walked over to you, taking your hands in his and squeezing. He looked apologetic as he stared down at you.

“Are you kidding? It’s not everyday I get to watch you work in a tanktop,” I shrugged as if it’s a no-brainer that I’d miss an opportunity like that.

His mouth twitched and one corner turned up. “Yeah? You like what you see?” He stepped closer, crowding you.

You looked around before leaning in and whispering, “wouldn’t you like to know.”

His warm hands that still clasped yours, squeezed, thumb running circles on your knuckles. His eyes flitted behind you to also check for people nearby. He pulled your hands behind your thighs and held them there, walking you back until you felt your back press against a tree. His eyes darkened as he looked between your mouth and eyes. “Show me.”

It would’ve been nerve-wracking doing something like this in public, but seeing him in this virile, sweaty state, ignited a fire that couldn’t be snuffed with an entire waterfall. You took his hand and shoved it in your underwear. Right where it belonged right now. Lauding yourself internally for wearing baggy, sweatpants that made the action possible.

His nostrils flared and his lips pursed. He buried his face in your hair and groaned a low ‘fuck’. His fingers immediately began to slide through the wetness and circling the entrance. You gasped and gripped his forearm. “Did you get so soaked from just watching me, baby?” He grunted as his thumb circled around your clit.

A soft, needy sound came from the back of your throat. It was ridiculous when he put it like that. But it was true… He chuckled darkly, “dirty girl.” Before slipping two fingers in to the hilt.

You gasped and clenched around his digits immediately. He pumped furiously, curling his fingers. Swearing under his breath as the motion created wet, squelching sounds. “Oh honey, did you come here just to get fucked?” He mumbled in your ear. “I don’t fuck you enough at home?Now that you’re showin’ up to my work with this needy pussy,” the last two words were delivered with two quick slaps to your cunt.

You whimpered, you wanted to protest against those sentiments but he just shushed you with a thumb to your lips. The same thumb he was rubbing your clit with previously. You could taste your arousal on his thumb as he dragged it across your bottom lip. His brown eyes were practically swallowed up by his pupils as he gazed at you. “It’s okay,” he crooned. “I’ll fuck you wherever you want, baby.” He grinned indulgently and leaned in.

His lips pressed against yours and he hummed against the taste of your arousal on them. One of his hands travelled up your nape to tangle in your hair and angled your face up, while his other hand kept pumping into you. You moaned as his tongue licked into your mouth. Deep, rumbling growls from his chest rang in your ears. His fingers were repeatedly thrusting up into the spongy wall that made your knees weak. 

“M’close, Logan…” you mumbled against his mouth once he pulled back to look at you. He responded with fast swipes of his finger on your clit. Your back arched and a moan left your parted lips. But just before you could reach the bliss of coming around his fingers, he pulled his digits away. You frowned, “what-“

In a swift motion and a grunt, he pulled you up by the backs of your thighs to hitch around his waist. Your hands immediately went to circle around his neck for balance. “How about you help me with this little problem first, sweet girl..” he said huskily and pressed his clothed erection against the damp spot on your sweatpants.

You suppressed a whine as you pulled your sweatpants down your hips and he helped jostle them down your ankles. He quickly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his member. Sliding it over your covered core and at the edges of your underwear with a low groan. Your toes curled as he teased you and you cried out his name in warning. His chest rumbled with a chuckle and he pulled your panties to the side. You felt his cock twitch at your entrance. “Look at her, she’s drooling for my cock… Should I give it to her?”

“Please.” You shifted your hips forward impatiently. He tutted disapprovingly at that. 

But all the same he gathered up your slick with his tip, and pushed in. In one go, he seated himself all the way to the base. You both moaned at the sensation. You were filled to the brim. Your head dropped forward to rest on his shoulder. He was sliding impossibly deep.

He picked up the pace and began to put his weight behind each thrust. You moaned in hiccuped sounds as he bounced you on his cock. There were voices all of a sudden. Distant but unmistakable. They didn’t get closer though. It just highlighted the fact that you guys were outside and anyone could happen upon you in this compromising position.

Your eyes widened in worry but you clenched around him. At that, his already thinning restraint, extinguished to nothing. His jaw clenched and the vein in his neck looked ready to pop. He snapped his hips faster. Growling in your ear as each thrust punched the air out of your lungs. “You want others to watch you take my cock like a good girl?” His hand quickly found its way to your clit again and began rubbing quick, tight circles on it.  You moaned loudly and he slapped a hand over your mouth.

Your eyes rolled back as his hard thrusts drove you up and down the side of the tree. Your hoodie was sure to be stained and possibly torn by the friction.

His hips stuttered and you knew he was close. He buried his face in the side of your neck as he thrusted a few more times. Growling when he couldn’t hold back anymore. 

Your hands squeezed his nape and he pulled his face back to kiss you deeply. Tongue in tune with his thrusts. Your entire body tensed as you came. Thighs shaking with the abrupt and powerful force of your orgasm. He ripped his mouth away to moan at the feeling of you squeezing him when he was already close. 

His teeth sank into your neck as he thrusted unsteadily a few more times before coming inside with a drawn-out grunt. He didn’t pull out until every drop was deposited in you. He panted once he was done and cupped your cheek. “You okay?” His warm, green eyes searched your face for discomfort.

You smiled and nodded, “Just peachy.” He snorted in amusement and helped you down. 

He pulled your sweatpants up and patted your mound over them, appreciatively, “don’t waste a drop. I will be checking.” 

You left that place 10 minutes later, still leaking his cum and thoroughly satisfied. 

Notes: first time writing smut, scared to post. Needed more Logan fics so I ended up writing one.. let me know if I missed any warnings!

[kkenma666]

(방찬) bang chan.. my dear

gender neutral reader

angst w happy ending, messy break up, miscommunication

the door opened slowly, blonde hair peeking in. chan came home expecting to see you waiting for him on the couch as always but was instead greeted by a dark room and cold silence.

weird.. he thought to himself. maybe you were just tired and went to bed. yeah, like you would always do lately..

he can't lie, he missed you waiting for him on the couch, a blanket draped over your body as you tried your hardest to focus on whatever was playing on the tv.

the way that your sleepiness would instantly disappear the moment you saw him, you immediately springing from your laying positions to greet him with a warm hug.

in fact, he noticed how your hugs had become shorter as if you were forcing your arms to wrap around him. the warmth you used to radiate is now gone.

he also noticed how your kiss which was filled with love and passion was now nothing but a quick peck on his lips.

it can't be.. can it?

chan splashed his face with water, trying to rid himself off of the negative thoughts. it's normal for every relationship to have its ups and downs. this will only be a temporary obstacle in your relationship.

or so he thought.

lately, he's been forced to work overtime causing him to come home later than usual. his work also has been piling up, from one piece of paperwork to another.

chan let out a loud sigh as he shut the door closed, wanting nothing more than to lay in bed and sleep all day long.

he wasn't expecting you to be there waiting for him, yet a small part of him still expects you to be there waiting for him.

he walked through the cold hallway, his hands twitching to get hold of you in his arms. god, he missed your warmth.

yesterday you were suddenly so.. loving with him. his fear was proven wrong as he realized that maybe he was just being overdramatic.

you even gave him a sincere and long hug after weeks of seemingly insincere ones, spouting about how much you love him, to the moon and back.

however, he was shocked to not find you on the bed dozing off. weird.. its fine, you're probably just in the bathroom right? he stormed off to your shared bathroom to find you also not there.

where could you be?

he tries not to overthink, his hand immediately grabbing his phone to dial you up. maybe you just went to the nearby convenience store.

only for his fears to worsen when he saw how he had been blocked by you.

he immediately searched the whole house for you, just now noticing how most of your stuff is already gone. " no no no.. oh god. i fucked up. "

⊹₊⋆

the grandeur hall was filled with people with status and wealth. their clothing and their mannerisms already proved that they were a level above.

each of them all held their bidder number, hands itching to take home the next prize that was soon to come.

finally, a big painting rolled out, all eyes focused on it.

" ladies and gentlemen, this is out last item of the day. this is one of yn ln's precious new work! with this being the last one sold for this specific collection. "

the massive painting revealed an abstract drawing of two figures hugging, one's face was buried into the other's neck, with his broad shoulder facing the viewer.

you watched from the balcony above, swirling your champagne. a sad look in your eyes as you think back about the inspiration for the painting.

it was an abstract depiction of the last hug you and your past lover shared. he was also your very first and last lover.

the painting was mainly blue and white, to resemble the somber mood. though you added in a few golden touches.. a sense of hope that one day the two of you could start over.

after the breakup, you still very vividly remember how he asked you for one last hug before you went. he clung to you like a koala, knowing if he let go he would lose you.

you originally didn't intend to sell the painting, wanting to just let it rot in your studio. though you couldn't handle seeing that massive painting every time you were in your studio.

so you auctioned it off.

after that breakup you decided to move back to australia, opting to focus on your painting career and building a name for yourself.

and after blood, sweat, and tears here you are. wealthy scums all itching to buy your painting, no matter how overpriced it was.

you took a sip from your glass as you watched your favorite part, the bidding.

" 3.5 million! ", it started off strong.

" 5 million! " one chimed.

" 8 million! " another.

" 10 million! " and another.

today was a bit more competitive than the other days, every one of them determined to get that painting of yours.

the biddings went on till a woman bid 50 million. moments when on, no other bidders put up a fight as if they feigned defeat.

" 70 million. "

gasps and murmurs could be heard from around the room. you nearly spat your drink out when you heard that.

no way was someone willing to spend 70 million on a random painting that only you and maybe your ex would understand. unless..

" ..then it's sold to mr. christopher bahng for 70 million! "

applause filled the room but that was all muffled as you could only focus on the man down below. your mouth was agape as your champagne glass slowly started slipping from your hand.

after all these years you never expected to see him again. much less buying a painting about both of your tragic endings.

the sound of glass shattering shocked the audience as they all clutched their pearls in fear a thief broke in.

but soon they began clapping again once they saw you, the artist themself, standing above them with a shocked look.

you quickly composed yourself and tried to play along, giving courtesy to the crowd.

yet your eyes were locked onto one person only. the very man who bought your painting.

he also applauded you while giving you that same gentle smile he would always give to you.

you quickly exited the room, needing a breath of fresh air to refresh your cluttered mind. he was back in australia and had just purchased one of your pieces.

the very man you've been avoiding.

after all this year of you healing and focusing on yourself, just for him to show up again. but were you really healed?

your mind still wonder back to him no mater what. no matter how long time passed his face kept appearing in your head. the bittersweet memories of your relationship replaying like a broken record.

" ugh fuck. do i have to attend the after party with him in it..? "

⊹₊⋆

christopher banhg was the only thing on your mind that night.

you dreaded coming to the after-party in general. the thought of having to entertain thos rich snobs for hours on end just did not seem appealing at all. and add your ex into the mix and congrats, your head feels like it's about to burst open!

but you can't lie about how your heart beats faster whenever you think of meeting him. just the sheer thought of stumbling into him gets your heart racing and you dont know if its in a good way or the bad way.

you tugged on your clothing, sweat already starting to form from how nervous you were. you fixed your hair and fixed the makeup on your face.

you can't believe this.

you usually never really tried this hard when going to an after party but here you were. all dolled up just because your ex was here.

' it's okay. you're just doing this because someone paid 70 million for your work.. that's a pretty high price for something you originally wanted to throw away. '

a stuffed smile plastered on your face as you conversed with random people. the ladies' hands touching you all over without consent.

all you wanted to do was go home and lay in your bed. yet you know you can't go back because you haven't seen hum yet.

" today's auction was another successful one, yn! " you bowed your head in response. " of course. with loyal bidders like you all my works are bound to sell with a high price. " laughters was shared among the patrons from your comment.

" yes yes, we will loyally wait for your next bid. "

your cheeks were starting to hurt from straining a smile all night long, maybe he didn't even come to the after-party. maybe you were just delusional.

an all too familiar laughter was heard behind you.

your head spun around way too fast for your own liking.

your eyes intertwined with his after god knows how long. you took in his features and realized he looked all the same. the only thing that changed was his hair and how he looked older and somehow more attractive.

" oh mr bahng! i didn't take you for a bidder. especially on that would spend 70 million in a night alone. " one of the men spoke. he chuckled, his dimples showing while shrugging. " pocket change. "

you were standing before him and the rest of the group, the random ladies still latching onto you. you tried to take this chance as an escape.

you nudged their hands off of you, " well, i will get going now. still have others to entertain. " a nod of understanding were sent to you. you tried to rush past him, only for him to hold onto your wrist.

" a word with the artist? "

⊹₊⋆

you guided him to the second floor that's only accessible to you and some of your staff. you presented him with your favorite spot in there, the balcony.

it offers a breathtaking view of the night sky, with stars sprinkled in the dark blanket. below it was the city lighting up the night. further proving how the city doesn't sleep at night.

he stood behind you, gathering up what to say to you. you yourself didn't even know what to say to him. all those countless nights spent thinking about him just for you to not be able to look at him in the eyes.

" i see your career's going well.. i've always known you'd make it big. " a soft smirk crept up on your face. god he's still the same, isn't he?

" well look at you now mister big shot. " you finally had the courage to turn around to look at him in the eyes and oh, you might get lost in them. the breathtaking view of the night sky could never compete with his eyes.

bang chan stared at you in silence, his dimples poking through his milky white cheeks. he never forgot what you looked like since the day you left him, clinging onto whatever's left of you as if his life depended on it.

the two of you stared at each other, anticipating breath. both of you were twitching to ravage one another but you knew it was so so wrong, yet so tempting.

that is until you crashed your lips onto his, perfectly molding into his. it was as if it found its long-lost home again, so foreign yet so familiar.

his hands immediately found their way onto your waist, your hands snaking around his back and onto his neck. you gripped him as if he would disappear if you were to let go. who knows maybe he might.

time went by so slowly, as if the earth stopped spinning just for this moment alone.

you pulled back first, drowning yourself in oxygen. you didn't even know what to say to him, only holding him close as you breathed in his scent.

" i miss you, my dear. "

please read!!

so this might be my last kpop fic on this acc but idk yet since i still have one last one in my draft that i might post but here's a sneak peak to my writing for the new followers uwu

[itsnexhun]

Rush ii.

He does not flinch while you disinfect his wound. There’s no reaction. Normally you’d expect a person to hiss in pain at the uncomfortable stinging sensation created by the alcohol cleansing the wound. But he does not react, he does not move. It’s almost as if he doesn’t feel any of it at all. Staring at your hands moving, his eyes seem incredibly emotionless, almost lifeless. He doesn’t seem to be at all alarmed at the severity of his wounds. You wonder would his face be the same even if he was bleeding out on the ground? 

You should be running for your life. But instead here you are – treating the wounds of a potentially dangerous stranger. Yet you cannot ignore someone in such state, your naïve kindness forces you to stay and act. The air is heavy and you are sweating uncontrollably, but you feel so cold from his gaze trying to not shiver while you can almost feel his breath against your skin. If not a mere lunatic, perhaps actually a murderer. You try to not think about his answer to when you asked who caused these wounds. 

Moving closer to pull the bandage over the torso, you try to clear your mind of such panicked thoughts. His eyes are now glued to your face, studying it almost religiously while trying to find out every secret your eyes hide. You notice his body become stiffer  as your arms envelop him and bring the bandage up to the front through his back. Stepping away, you avert your gaze to the ground, perhaps feeling a bit guilty for having breached his personal space a bit. Not like he didn’t do the same thing to you the moment you stepped in here.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve warned you I was going to get closer,” you apologize not wanting to upset him and possibly compromising your own life. After all, he’s clearly stronger than you. No matter his injuries, you feel that he’s the one in control. 

“No care,” he simply answered, ripped the bandage roll from your hands and finished the job, ”I faster.”

“Oh.”

“And better,” he added and you immediately went red in the face.

Why did he let you do all of that then? Dumbfounded and confused, you just freeze up with your hands in the air as they were previously holding the bandages. True to his words, he quickly corrects your mistakes and dresses the rest of the wounds up by himself. Was there perhaps something more to his lifeless gaze when you were bandaging him up? Maybe a little hint of mischief and enjoyment he saw when you made a fool of yourself in front of him.

“Then why…” shame and slight annoyance mix in your voice.

“Fun watching you,” he says with a malicious grin forming on his face. You swear you’d punch him if he wasn’t injured and possibly dangerous. Feeling your eyes sting and slightly water, you avoid eye contact. Rather not risking your fate, you clench your fists behind your back, digging nails into your skill. The pain calms you a little.

“Okay,” you take a deep breath in in an attempt to steady your voice, “Then I’ll be on my way if I’m not needed.”

Struggling to even look back at him after you’ve just been ridiculed by trying to even help him, you turn on your heel to leave the bathroom. As you grab the door handle, you feel a stronger force push you back. The door opens, hitting your head you stumble back in confusion.

Ah, you remember, these were the men’s toilettes.

A hunk of a man is staring back at you in bewilderment. His large build and weathered face exudes slightly more fear in you than the smaller bloodied lunatic who messed with you a second ago. There’s something more threatening about a man that’s twice your size than a guy you tower over by at least a head even if he’s completely covered in mud and wounds.

“What’s a pretty looking thing like you doing in here?”

You feel disgusted by his words almost instantaneously. These kinds of men never mean something good behind those sly backhanded compliments. Feitan behind you simply laughs at your misfortune, although it’s more of a cackle. Turning your head even more to ground, almost hunching over, you quickly collect yourself not daring to look at any of them.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry…” you run out face covered with hands not sure if you want to scream or cry. 

“Did I interrupt something?” you hear the guy say behind your back. The connotations make you feel even more mortified. You do not hear Feitan’s answer to his question, if he even answered, you do not wish to hear it. Slapping last of your money on the counter for the first aid kit, you run out not even bothering to wait for your change. You felt like your heart couldn’t stand being there even a minute longer, hearing any more sound.

The image of the shirtless injured man you just met, Feitan, with you trying to dress his wounds morphs into something way more inappropriate in your head. Your hands around his muscular torso, his eyes glued to your face, both of your bodies leaving almost no space for god. His quiet warm breath on your skin. 

Your cheeks burn as you are hit with the outside air. The smell of gasoline fills your nostrils. Yes – you can still escape from here, you have your beloved junk of a car. You can pretend this never happened, maybe you’ll sometimes visit the scene in your dreams with a slightly different outcome but no one has to know any of that. It’s not like you have anyone to tell but you can still get far away from here. Far and further from today’s mess up. 

You swear in your head to be a better person, to never accidentally run someone over and to never look like a creep in the wrong bathroom. Sure, your circumstances would pardon the whole awkward situation but you weren’t thinking straight, your judgement was clouded by adrenaline, by Feitan.

This wasn’t you, you were acting abnormally. Usually, you would at least try to rationally explain the situation.  It felt like meeting him awakened something within you. Or maybe you’ve been away from people for too long, forgetting how to act like a normal functioning adult. 

Running into your car you slid down and relaxed yourself on the driver’s seat, leather sticking to your sweaty exposed skin. You felt like your heart is going to escape the enclosure of your ribcage. The whole world was spinning before your eyes, not having drunk enough water as usual you felt like you were on the verge of passing out. You closed your eyes, took a deep breath in and out.

“Fuck!” screaming at the top of your lungs in frustration, you threw your hands over the steering wheel. Surpassing the urge to cry you stick the car keys in and start the engine.

It will all be better, you tell yourself, you just need to get away and forget. 

“Going somewhere?”

Screaming at the top of your lungs you hug your chest defensively and throw yourself on the card door hitting your head in process. Feitan, who’s just casually sitting in the passenger seat stares you down. Now fully clothed in black leather, face covered by his shawl – although you could tell by his eyes that he was enjoying your fear and bewilderment he caused like a gourmet dish. His sadistic nature becomes more evident, escaping the enclosure of his beautifully sculpted face and body. 

“What are you doing in my car?” you screamed at him panicked, sweat rolling down your temples.

He simply lets out a small chuckle and slowly pulls out his blade. You can almost see your reflection on his freakishly clean and sharp katana, its handle looks like a part of an umbrella. His fingers slide across its surface with a level of artistic precision, long nails trace the edge. If you didn’t feel enough threatened when he had you pinned against the wall, then you definitely felt like that now. You hold your breath, as if that could help you, your eyes not leaving the blade.

“You said,” he begins calmly, his raspy voice filling the space, reverberating in your ears, ”you’ll do anything.”

Your eyes widen, remembering your very own foolish words, that you said back in the bathroom just mere minutes ago. What more could he want from you? Your silence on whatever happened? No – he would’ve already killed you for that, after all - only the dead cannot speak. Perhaps… No. No! Is this situation like the dark romance movies and books you’ve heard of? You feel your cheeks burn, thoughts running wild, surely that stuff doesn’t actually happen in real life. Though you have to admit, you are at least mildly attractive even on your bad days.

Seeing your expression and brightly red cheeks, he cackles: “Not that.” You immediately feel ashamed for yourself for thinking that way. You thought of it even before he did, perhaps you are the bigger creep between the two of you.  Even though your thoughts are largely influenced by stress, panic and adrenaline, you still have to admit that you find him weirdly attractive. Muttering a quick sorry, you turn away. 

“Drive.”

“Where?” you quietly ask while starting up the car engine.

“To Yorknew.”

You halt your actions in disbelief.

“But that’s thousands of kilometers away!”

“So?”

“It’ll take me at least a week or more to get there with stops to sleep!”

“So?”

You sigh in frustration. Seeing the katana in the corner of your eye, you realize you don’t have a choice. It’s a do or die situation. You already feel the exhaustion coming over to you.

“Okay – but we’ll have to stop at the nearest motel or hotel, just whatever we find on the way. I’m way too tired and need to rest for today.”

He doesn’t answer verbally, but him putting his weapon away in an umbrella shaped casing is an enough of a sufficient answer to you. You feel more at relief knowing that he does not plan to hurt you any time soon. Adjusting the seat, he gets himself more comfortable, although, you can see it on his face and body that he stays alert no matter the position and illusion he creates. 

“Oh… wait, I need a map or something,” you remember your previous situation, that led you to the gas station in the first place and got you into this mess.

He nonchalantly pulls out a brand new navigation from his pocket, the newest model as well. Still packaged with a broken anti-thief casing. Oh, you realize right away. Your effort to protect the job of that gas station employee ended up in vain. But surely it’s more understandable now, right? You’re sort of held at a gun point – well technically a kinfe-point.

You hesitantly take it out of his hand, trying your hardest not to initiate a skin contact and possibly upsetting him. Muttering a quiet thank you, you set things up. It’s almost unrecognizable from your old junk that you used before. You can even set an additional stop! Finding a motel on the way, you set your destination as Yorknew. The big city you’ve always wanted to see. Maybe this will all lead to something better. You’ll see sights you’ve always wanted to, but were too scared of because of the distance. Plus - you’ll definitely appreciate your own life more after this. 

You shudder at the distance number you see on the screen. Maybe you should be even praying your own car can take so much, it  definitely won’t be an easy ride. You carefully get out of your parking stop, then leave the gas station. Driving always stressed you out before, but somehow now a second presence in the car calmed you down. Even if that presence was of a lunatic and possibly a murderer.

Not trying to attempt a conversation, you speed up, enjoying the almost empty highway. You do not dare to even sneak a glance at him, though you can feel him watching you. The strange feeling his cold gaze evokes in you never leaves you throughout the calm and quiet drive. You learn to find comfort in it. 

[yccoffeesimp]

Dan Heng looked at the grey-furred animal that rested in your arms. The raccoon stared back at him, still resting in your hold. Dan Heng wasn't even aware of how you even got a hold of it, especially how it let you just pick it up so easily.

After all, this was just to be a nice outing in Belobog to distract yourselves from the stressful events that recently have passed. Dan Heng barely went out of his room, his nightmares more frequent. You weren't so sure how you could help him being his partner. So you made a plan for the two of you to spend the afternoon together would help him a bit. It worked a bit, it wasn't so busy in Belobog today. Dan Heng probably couldn't be able to handle it if it was.

But during your little evening out, you both stopped at a large trash dumpster. Hearing noises coming from it. Thinking it could be a Warp Trotter, Dan Heng got Cloud Piecer out, with you taking your weapon out. You slowly walked towards it before immediately jumping at whatever was making the sounds. You lightly squealed, causing Dan Heng to begin to walk toward you. You were kneeling on the ground, immediately imagining the worst, Dan Heng rushed to your side before he saw the raccoon you now held.

"Look, Dan Heng!" You smiled, slightly raising the mammal towards Dan Heng. "A raccoon?" He said, his shoulders falling a bit from the stress he had before now vanished. "Isn't it cute?" Dan Heng took a closer look at it. Soft grey fur with a patch of black fur on its face. It looked fairly cute but it had a little weird trash slop on its hands. "It is but I don't think you should be holding it.." He replied.

"Why not?" You asked, Dan Heng sighed. "It was just near a dumpster, there's no telling what it was doing or where it's been. Plus it could have several diseases for all we know." He answered."True.." You mumbled, looking at the raccoon in your arms. "Come now.. It's getting late, we should probably head back to the express now." You nodded in agreement, the both of you already heading back. Dan Heng and you soon arrived back at the Astral Express.

Pom-Pom being the first to greet you. "Well well, it's nice to see you two are safe and sound. Everyone else is already asleep or in their rooms." They said, the front lobby was empty. The lights dimmed, showing that everyone was in fact in the passenger cabin already. "Did we stay out that late?" You muttered to yourself. "It seems so.."

You and Dan Heng then walked to the archives, opening the door to the small yet always comforting room. Dan Heng's makeshift bed on the floor as always with an extra pillow beside it for you. As mentioned before he had his nightmares more frequently, so you began sleeping over to keep him company. Dan Heng took off his coat as you set down your bag.

"Imma go change into my other clothes in my room real quick before we head to bed, okay Dan Heng?" He nodded before you left. Your bag rested in a chair in the archives. It was silent as Dan Heng waited for you to return before something cluttered and the sound of something moving around sounded. Dan Heng looked around for a bit before the sound came once,

Dan Heng's gaze then landed on your bag. It was moving... As much as he respected your privacy and hated the idea of going through your bag to see what you had in there, he reluctantly walked towards it. Pulling back the zipper and opening the bag to reveal... "You've got to be kidding me.." He sighed, the same raccoon from before stared at him.

A small cookie in its hand that it seemed to have through the packaging it was in."Okay, I'm back- Oh.." You've returned to see Dan Heng holding your bag with the raccoon's head sticking out of it, munching on the cookie. "Care to explain why you have an animal in your bag?" He spoke. His tone was unreadable, you couldn't tell if he was annoyed, angry, or just tired. Maybe a mixture of three...

"Well, you see uh- Funny story.." "Mhm, I bet this will be interesting." "Well uh- It looked hungry and since we were already going back to the express. I let it into my bag and gave it some cookies..." You explained, rubbing the back of your neck.

Dan Heng's gaze made you a bit nervous cause you didn't know how this would end. Either with a lecture about bringing animals onto the express or a lecture about randomly taking animals. The possibilities were endless at this point. Your lover sighed once more. "Was bringing it on the Astral Express also within your plan.?"

"I mean... If I asked permission to keep it as a pet maybe?" You shrugged. "You can't keep a raccoon as a pet." Dan Heng groaned. "Who says I can't keep Jimmy as a pet."

"You can't keep- I'm sorry... Did you just call the raccoon Jimmy..." Dan Heng froze at you suddenly naming the animal. "What's wrong with the name Jimmy?" You asked, placing your hands on your hips. "I can't believe you already named it.." Dan Heng rubbed his temples, your bag set down on the same chair it was on before.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Just tired.." Dan Heng said, his posture was slowly slumping. You walked up to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Take a rest, I'll handle the raccoon." "Are you sure, I could go with you-" "Yes. I'll only be gone for a while but in that while, you should be resting." Dan Heng was about to say something else, but seeing how you really wouldn't back down from this, he stopped himself.

"Alright then, be safe.. and don't bring any other animals from Jarilo- VI.." "Can't make any promises." You shrugged. It was a few minutes before you left, the small animal going with you. Dan Heng turned to one of the tablets for the database. To pass the time of your absence, he figured to list something in a locked data folder.20 minutes passed before the door to the archives opened, Dan Heng turned to see you standing triumphantly, your bag was empty.

"Ta-da! I have returned!" You cheer. "Well done.." Dan Heng gave a short nod, his hands closing off the data folder he was in. "Now after a rather long day, would you agree that some rest is needed, oh wise Master Dan Heng." You smile, Dan Heng had a bland expression on his face, unamused by the title. "Please be normal for once." He replied.

"Augh- You wound me so.." You joke, walking to cut off the lights. Dan Heng was already under the covers of his makeshift bed before you crawled beside him. His head was on your chest while he melted into you. "Good night sleepy head.."

"Good night {name}.."

[ninapi]

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Premise: Being an older brother once more was beyond exhilarating for Choso, he never expected though to find love by his little brother's side, his pretty and kind childhood friend bringing a softness into his life he didn't know it was possible one Halloween night.

Word Count: 3243

Note: this is a Semi AU, meaning the characters are who they are in the series, yet the timeline doesn’t match the original story.

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Choso has been a big brother since he can remember, that’s his number one trait and the one he is more proud of in general.

Therefore, loosing his two younger brothers continues to sting to this day.

Gaining a ‘new brother’ or finding a ‘lost brother’ which ever you wanna call it, gave him a new sense of purpose, a new reason to live and continue growing as a person.

His number one flaw though, was how unemotional he was. 

To Yuuji, Choso was embarrassing. 

He never gets the jokes, more like he can’t even laugh on his own like if his face muscles were forever stiff, a spoon could get social cues better than him; he says the most embarrassing things at the worst timing too and this brings us to this moment.

Yuuji had been flirting with the girl that worked a part time at the donut shop close by for about a month. He would always stop by and buy even if it was just one donut to munch on his way to school just so he could see her smile for a couple of minutes; he even went as far as to ask for her number last time he was there; though today, Choso tagged along and was currently glaring at said beauty for getting ‘too close’ to his brother. “What is it that you want woman? I won’t let you get your smitten paws over my little brother, you hear me? You won’t ever understand how precious he is, must be protected at all cost.”

“Oh my god…just what do you think you’re doing?? Ruining my life?? Didn’t I tell you to stay outside with Fushiguro??” 

“Itadori-kun, I think your brother is right, I don’t think I can handle such a precious boy….” the girl couldn’t hold her laugh any longer, same thing as her co-workers who witnessed the scene.

“That’s it. I’m never taking you out again. Do you know how long I’ve been trying to get her to even look at me??” Yuuji was so disheartened, he opted to sit down on the sidewalk, contemplating the meaning of life while hating on his new older brother.

“I…I was just trying to-“ 

“I know, I know…just trying to be a good older brother…But have you stopped for a second and think that maybe not everyone wants to hurt me? I’m strong enough to defend myself, a pretty little thing like her wouldn’t even dream of hurting anything but my heart…” he sniffs dramatically, burying his face on his hands.

“You can die immediately if someone hurts your heart, idiot…”

This was the last drop of patience within him, “NOT literally, OK? I don’t mean my internal organ, I mean the feelings side of the heart!!”

“That’s not in your heart but your brain. You can also die if someone hurts you there-“

“Just stop talking!!!” Megumi and Nobara were both laughing their asses off at their banter, truth is Nobara saw the girl flirt with at least four different guys in just a week, she had been trying to warn her friend about her, so it was actually a good thing having dense Choso around to break the spell she had on him; that didn’t make it any less funny though.

“Itadori don’t be so hard on him, he’s pouting again.”

“I am not doing such thing-“

“Yes you are, man…” Megumi let out a deep sigh, walking on the opposite direction wanting nothing to do with the loud display of idiocy in front of him.

“Hey Fushiguro! Where are you going? We still need to discuss our plans for the party!” Yuuji yelled after him a little too loud, causing Megumi to flinch and return just to shut him up. “There’s nothing to discuss…Just be there around 9PM, you have to wear a costume or they won’t let you in, those are the rules.”

“Did you choose one already? I never pegged you for someone who’d like halloween parties~” giggling, Nobara elbowed Yuuji on the ribs wanting him to team up with her to tease their friend.

“I bet he’ll wear something ridiculous, like one of those giant carrot costumes.” bursting out laughing, both held each other from collapsing on the ground imagining carrotgumi.

“For your information, I will go as a vampire…I found dubious objects in a closet in Gojo-sensei’s, I mean back in the house…so I brought them with me for this party. Not like I want to go or anything but Maki-san threaten to shave my head in my sleep if I didn’t go…”

“Bald carrotgumi….” after one more outburst of intense laughter, the team bullying ended for the best. “I need a costume, would you go buy one with me, Kugisaki?”

All this time Choso has been quietly observing the entire thing. He knows his brother literally just said he wouldn’t take him out with him ever again, but he really wanted to prove him he could do better, that he wasn’t an embarrassment and that he was the best older brother there was to have, this was his chance. “Guys…do you think…do you think I can come with you…?” 

“No, never, non, forget about it.”

“B-but…”

“Listen, you just ruined my life! How do you even think I would take you with me again?”

“Poor guy, just let him come, Itadori…he always brings the funniest of conversations out. I like him.” Choso perked up a little at the support he was getting, even if he knew all she wanted was to mock his brother, at least someone wanted him there.

“Oh c’mon….What if he ruins it again?” 

“Just leave (Y/N) in baby sitting duty. She likes lost causes…” shrugging she started making her way to the costume shop, both of them tagging along.

“(Y/N)? I mean yes she does take recycling to an intense level and saves stray cats, but this is…this is something else, Kugisaki…” Choso’s lip was quivering once more, not wanting to face rejection for a third time on the same day by the person he wishes to please the most.

“Ok then how about we do this…” leaning close to Yuuji’s ear she whispers her plan with the most mischievous grin anyone has ever seen in their lives. To this Yuuji laughs for what feels like hours, having to stop in his tracks to wipe his tears away and calm down. “Ok, ok let’s ask him…” going over to his older brother, Yuuji bats his eyelashes prettily up at him, “Nii-chan…you can go…if you go dressed as the carrot Fushiguro isn’t wearing…”

Choso just nodded eagerly, not fully understanding what he was getting himself into. 

“Also, I won’t let you follow me around, I wanna get a girl in my bed by tonight, and you can’t stop me. I’ll ask my best friend to look after you. Understood?” this definitely wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted bonding time with his brother, have a nice time, maybe drink one of those beers he introduced him to the other day, not having to stay behind away from the fun dressed as a commonly disliked vegetable…but it was the chance he was looking for to prove he could behave.

“Is that a yes? Or-?”

“Yes, I will go.” Nobara was on her phone browsing for carrot costumes, not long after running on her way to the shop.

This would be a long night..

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The night was young, every known sorcerer and their friends and family were invited to this party.

Yuuji chose to dress as werewolf, while Nobara went dressed as a sexy nurse.

Choso though…let’s just say the carrot outfit didn’t suit him that well…

Wanting to get rid of him as soon as possible, Yuuji stopped you right at the entrance with a big grin plastered on his face. “(Y/N) my darling! My bestie! The light that shines above us…!”

“What do you want now-“ he was being too obvious, he only acts this way when he wants either money or nasty favors.

“Have you met my brother yet?”

“Your what-? I’ve lived next door my entire life and I’ve never seen a brother of yours-“ covering your mouth almost instantly, he glared at you, trying to get you to play along.

“O-oh…yes your brother! You told me about him the other day. No, I haven’t had the pleasure to meet him yet!” smiling on his direction, you walked over to him, taking both of his hands in yours.

“Hi! I’m (Y/N), it’s nice to finally meet you! By the way, what an adorable outfit you brought today! I wish I knew about them before, then we could have been two carrots instead of just one!” giggling at how good you were handling his worst nightmare, Yuuji sneaks away without you noticing; thing is, not only did you not notice, but neither did Choso, and that had never happen before.

“They also had tomatoes and an eggplant, but that one was too little, it would probably fit you though.” He nodded in thought, unable to figure out why the thought of you dressed like a tiny eggplant sounded so appealing. Was this why his brother wanted him to be a carrot? Did he actually look cute?

“I would have loved to be an eggplant! We could take a bunch of pictures, probably even win the costume contest!” your soft laughter brought a smile to his face, he’s never been treated this nicely before.

“What are you supposed to be though?” he eyed you from head to toe, making you blush. “I’m Godzilla~” you posed, letting out a cute little roar, his heart skipped a beat, cuteness has never been his thing but he could see the appeal of it now.

“I apologize, I do not know what that is, but it’s certainly cuter than an eggplant. They don’t make sounds...” his comment made you giggle giddily, why did Yuuji dislike him this much? He’s such a sweetheart…

“Hmm Godzilla is…a monster…he destroys cities and kicks buildings.” you tried your best to imitate it properly, earning a smile from him once more, making you feel accomplished.

“So like a curse? I’m half curse-” he looked at you with his eyes wide opened in realization.

“Nah, more like a cute big animal lost in a city full of ants.” he nods at this, before pointing to a table by the door. “They had animal shaped cookies in a bowl over there.” he didn’t know why but he felt the need to make you smile some more, to make you feel comfortable in his presence unlike the rest of his brother’s friends and seemed like you liked animals enough to dress like one.

“Do they? I bet they’re adorable. Would you like to eat some with me?” the way your eyes twinkled at this little piece of information made his stomach feel hollow, but it wasn’t a bad feeling, he kind of wanted to feel more of this, so he went over the table and poked all the cookies from the bowl until he was sure he’s gotten at least one of every single animal available in it. 

Megumi, who was sitting at the top of the stairs hiding from a drunk panda who was trying to get him to kiss his cousin, saw the entire scene unfold, and decided to intervene before Itadori ruined his moment if he caught him. “Choso…stop touching all the food just grab a handful she’ll like it anyways, trust me.” to his advice he nodded gratefully, making sure to grab some drinks as well.

“Here, I couldn’t find the elephant, I was sure I saw one when I went by that table earlier, apologies for not getting you the complete set. I got you some melon soda though, I hope you like it.” the back of his neck felt hot, he continued wondering why he wanted to please you this bad, is not like you were his little sister, not like he wanted you to be his sister- he wouldn’t be able to last a day before dying of cuteness overload.

“Don’t worry! I’m sure Mr.elephant found a nice home in someone else’s belly.” chuckling you grabbed a little bear cookie and pressed it to his lips, “Try it! It’s yumyum~” you danced happily at the taste, wanting to share the joy a good high quality cookie can bring to someone’s life.

To this he just gave out a short nod, getting the entire cookie into his mouth. This was all so new to him, was this why his brother kept insisting in taking a girl to his bed?

What would they even do there?

He would like to take you to his and eat elephant shaped cookies, maybe even talk a little, or watch a movie, he’s been really into them since his brother introduced him to horror films.

“Hey (Y/N) would you like to go to my room? It’s a bit far but we could walk there-“ before he could continue his sentence, a shoe came flying straight to his face, Megumi coming to pull him to the side, “I’m borrowing him for just a second (L/N), be right back.” 

He took Choso outside, away from prying eyes, a deep scowl on his face, “What on earth are you doing? You spend too much time with Itadori, he’s rubbing on you…”

“I thought you’re supposed to take nice girls to your bed…”

“I..ugh..WhAT? Who told you that? Never mind don’t answer…” letting out a long sigh he plops down on a bench prompting Choso to the same. “Look, man…it is true I guess, though the order is wrong. Remember how your brother talked to the same girl for months just to get her to like him?” nodding his head he was taking mental notes, Megumi rarely took his time to teach him anything, this must not go to waste.

“When you think a girl is nice or cute, pretty even. When she’s nice to you as well and you feel like you want more of her…” his nodding intensified, it was as if he was reading his mind, describing just how he was feeling that same moment.

“You have to treat her right, make nice things for her, be patient, don’t do anything impulsive. Girls are more delicate, you can’t be rough with them. Got it?”

“I knew it. I should have looked for that elephant cookie some more…” 

A rare smile appeared on Megumi’s face, Choso has been nothing but a pain to them when it doesn’t come to fighting, but he’s never seen this soft side of him, or maybe he had, just that Itadori always shuts him down unlike you.

“Yeah well, maybe next time you can buy her a bag, I’m sure the elephant will be there.” his eyes opened widely, he hadn’t thought about that, fantastic idea.

“You’re a great guy, Fushiguro, I appreciate your advise. I can be your older brother too, if you ever need one...” with a small smile on his face, Megumi walked away back to his room, he'd have enough of this party already.

“Go back to her, before someone steals her away~” running back inside, his heart came back to his body when he saw you patiently waiting for him inside, fidgeting with your fingers.

“I have returned. Fushiguro just told me we can find the elephant cookie if I get you a new pack of cookies. Would you like to go buy one with me?”

“Right now?” that smile of yours will end up causing him heart failure, he was sure of that now.

“Or later, when you have time, if you want that is…we can also go back for the eggplant dress, if you’re tired of being Godzilla.” It was pretty obvious to you by now that he was trying to get you out of this party, you weren’t what others would call a 'party animal’, you only went because your best friend called you over; the same best friend who’s been flirting with every single girl in the room and has not addressed you for the longest time.

“I think they sell them in the supermarket down the street, lets go~!” pulling him by his hand, you both walked in silence as none of you knew what to say.

“So, how is Yuuji as a younger brother? If he’s mean to you tell me, I will kick his ass…” you knew your bestie, he could be really sweet as much as he can be a real ass when he wants to be.

“He’s great. I wish we could get along better though…but it’s hard to know what he wants. I wished everyone would be happy with animal cookies…”

“I think it’s easy getting along with you though. You’re sweet and gentle, funny too.” Choso has never been complimented before, not like this at least…was this what his brother called ‘flirting’?

“I…well I think you are all those things too…nobody has ever treated me this nice before…” his comment managed to sadden you more than anything, stopping you on your tracks to place a hand on his cheek gently.

“Then how about we see each other some more? I need you to see how special you are.” your smile was so bright, so comforting…his chest ached but in a pleasant way, he kind of wanted to rip his own heart out just to see the chemical reaction occurring within his body in this very second, his blood even felt more powerful, he could kill Gojo Satoru right now, he was sure of it. But all he wanted was to count cookies with you while looking at the night sky.

“Can we? See each other again? I mean after the cookies...?”

“Of course! Lets do all sorts of things together! Have you ever been to a theme park? Maybe I can get the eggplant costume and we could both go dressed as vegetables, that’d be fun!” your arm wrapped around his as you walked towards the supermarket.

“I’ve never been to one, no.”

“Then we totally have to go! We could play some video games too! Oh and we definitely need to go to that new crepe place down town, I heard you need a reservation and all!”

“Why do you want to go with me to all those places?” he was honestly confused, he’s been facing so much rejection that this fuzzy feeling in his chest was starting to cause some concern.

“That’s what friends do, right? Besides, I think you’re really cute…maybe…we could…you know…one of those days we go out…only if you’d like of course…we could maybe say it’s a date?” you smiled nervously up at him, he’s never seen such beauty in his entire life, not even the drawing his little brother made for him when they were little was this pretty. “I would like that very much…”

Being the first born of four brothers had its benefits as much as it has its flaws, but tonight he was sure of one thing, he was glad of getting in his little brothers nerves enough to get him to dump him with the cutest girl his eyes had ever lay on.

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Masterlist

[akiraiscute]

Hi!! Any chance you could do. Hikaru x f!reader (gn if your more comfortable) and their academic rivals of some sort so they don’t really like eachother. eventually they realize and are like “oh shit i can’t like them”. i give you free reign for everything else you might think of

ARGHH, I LOVE THAT IDEA !! I LOVE A LITTLE ENEMIES TO LOVERS ISTG. ESPECIALLY WHEN THEY ARE ACADEMIC RIVALS, I COULD GIVE YOU A KISS FOR THAT IDEA (on that forehead and /p !!!)

Hikaru Hitachiin X Rival!Fem!Reader

No real warnings but, just some part of angst<3 ( i think)

Hikaru usually didnt care about grades that often, as he usually got a good grade until she came into the fucking picture. Every chance he could get, he glared at her as she started to beat him almost. As he started to put his focus into his grade like she did, until she stepped foot into the host club.. he felt like teasing her to no end actually as he already knew she just wanted a quiet place like haruhi did. Maybe, maybe she could fall into a vase that caused alot and she could be in dept to the host club, maybe she isn’t rich enough to give it back right away? Then, he could tease her about that, he could finally beat her at something even! But the moment he saw her, she saw him. She stepped back away from the entrance and turned the other way. He sighed softly, maybe disappointed wait. What? Woah woah what. Wait, he was disappointed that she didnt become in dept to the host club! Yea. Thats why he was disappointed, he fully believes thats why.

You came into the school a few months after everyone else did, as your parents sighed you up too late so you had to join late. So that was your parents’s fault for forgetting that you have to go to school as they were in paris. God fuck.. you sighed as you rubbed your temple before going to your next class, last period and then you can go study or read and go home! Just go home. You had a headache because of somebody.. (Hikaru!!) and you couldn’t even get rid of it until the end of this class, you already knew like maybe half of this stuff so you started doodling random stuff on your papers as you waited for the bell to ring. Pleaseplease ring already.. and it did. You immediately sat up and grabbed your bag, putting your things in it before moving straight out of that class. It’s not like you didn’t like it, it’s just it’s shitty because of the teacher.. you wonder how the actual fuck did they hire these teachers because some of them are horrible. But yet it was the end of the school day which meant to study at least, the main reason you even started to study more and more because of that stupid orange haired boy, Hikaru.. you wanted to beat him at everything. Stupid but it wasn’t easy even!

You sighed as you checked the library, it was filled with people. Whispering but it felt too loud to focus so.. it’s time to look for any other rooms, you went around the school looking for a room that wasn’t filled with people until you reached a music room or something, you opened the door before seeing the host club. You immediately looked shocked, seeing probably zero of them be—…. Why is he in there? Why is Hikaru here. Fuck! That’s embarrassing. You immediately grabbed the door handle, (not doing a Haruhi today🙏) and ran out. Slamming the door. You panted as you were still in the hallway but yet you were blushing out of embarrassment and panting, you sighed softly before standing up straight.

“What the fuck was that.? Why is he there again?..”

You asked yourself as you tried to rack your head for answers before realizing that he was apart of the host club, that’s what they were called! You groaned slightly as you started to walk away from that hallway, and going back to your home while trying to think of ways to not talk to Hikaru again, wait why were you even thinking about that orange haired twin boy?! You could be thinking of anything else but you start to think of him!? God… You sighed as you reached your house (or mansion, i don’t know what you want😭🫶) Opening the door and greeting some of the servants, knowing that they would lock your door for you as much as you don’t like people helping you- you couldn’t deal with that. You walked to your room before opening the door and closing it and immediately putting your face into your bed, yes you had to study but not right now. Not when you had Hikaru stuck in your head?!

Hikaru was talking to his twin, Kaoru. Mainly Kaoru asking about you, why? He was talking to Hikaru to get why you or what he called you "That girl" suddenly run out of the host club, saying "dont they want to go into the host club?". He might off forgotten to even talk to Kaoru about you even if they shared every classes, everything even but he just felt weird talking about you.. it was just weird.

“Hikaru, come on. I know you know her some how.”

Kaoru said as he leaned against his arm. Looking at Hikaru, waiting for him to speak about you.

“It’s just, she sorta. Makes me work harder on grades you know? She makes my blood boil sometimes.”

Hikaru finally answered before Kaoru raised his eyebrow, sighing before smirking a little.

“Is this about to be a enemies to lovers thing in the movies?”

Kaoru teased as he watched his brother look at him with widening eyes before almost glaring before looking away.

“Nope! I do not know how or what gave you that idea..”

Hikaru defended, yes he knew that it was a joke but.. he couldnt stop thinking about it. What if? What if it was.. he wouldn’t- what was he thinking. He sighed before shaking his head, he couldn’t be thinking about you it was stupid.. why was his head filled with thoughts of you? Some sweet, some made his blood boil even?! It was a curse, did you put a hex on him even.. ever since his brother even suggested that, he couldn’t stop thinking about you and he hated it. He did not like it at all, you had higher grades than him and literally made him look like a idiot whenever you guys argued! Why was he thinking about you..

You sighed as you got done with studying, it was the only thing that kept you of thinking about Hikaru. You knew that you were probably liking him but you couldn’t, you absolutely couldn’t! He was the motherfucker that made your blood boil like it was his fucking job.. you sat up from your desk, turning to your balcony and you walked to it and outside onto it. You can not believe you were liking one of the orange popsicle haired boys! You could even tell which one was which because you mainly knew about how hikaru looked like, it was embarrassing.. you argued with him, made him look dumb with arguments which he did the same and you liked him?! How even! It was annoying, he was almost like a small fucking bug.. fly even, one you keep hearing in your ear but can’t get rid off. That was definitely how he is, he’s the definition of annoying to you and yet, you likedit. You liked him. God.

You were leaning onto the balcony, before yawing. It was.. late. You stood up straight, immediately walking to your bed. You sat on it and moved around to be laying down, you started to think about how it— no. Stop thinking of him.. You sighed before getting under the covers, moving to your side as you yawned again. Thankful that you brushed your teeth after dinner and put on your pjs before studying (im sorry abt doing the brushing ur teeth after dinner thats what i do😭) you started to fall sleep, which you did but the last thought before falling asleep was even about him!

Which.. it was the same with him, sharing the bed with his brother of course, he sighed before trying to fall asleep himself. He couldn’t, he absolutely couldn’t but yet thinking about you made it a bit more possible, he thought it was because you were boring. He wouldn’t (or couldn’t) accept that it was because he liked you. He fell asleep finally, his last few thoughts were.. of course about you.

But all you two knew that you couldn’t be together nor. Like each other.

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HII!! Guess who’s back, guess who’s back.🫶 im actually back!!! I’m just happy that i have energy now😭, alot of shit has been happening. Im so so sorry that it took me so long to finish these my dears.<3 i love you all for waiting !!!!! Mwah !!

— Aki.. Akira.. loggg.. logging out. Good bye !

[lunathebee]

Just saw your dialog request thing! And can I say oh my god! Can you do 9 and 7 please, but no dying, I can’t handle angst 😂

Pairing: Namor x human!fem!reader

Warning: mention of blood

A/n: no dying?? hmmm,it took me awhile to come up with something lol

Dialogue prompt #7: "In k’áatech" ― "I love you?" ― "Your Mayan is getting better In yakunaj (my love)"

Dialogue prompt #9: "Open your eyes, my love, my moon. I'm begging you...please. The war is over; we won... but without you, it doesn't matter to me anymore."

"I should have known better." Namor shook his head and glared at Y/n, his eyes no longer soft and full of love anymore; they were icy cold and sleek like a dagger, preparing to strike. "You're just like all the humans on land, foolishly thinking some negotiation could solve everything."

Y/n takes a deep breath to control her rage. Namor has always been stubborn, ever since the first day they met; but she knows that beneath it all, he is a soft-hearted person, a king who cares about his people's well-being, and a charming man to say the least.

But there are moments like right now that make Y/n feel like her lover is a totally different person.

"All I’m saying is the war could be prevented, and NEVER compare me like that when I—I myself was willing to become a Talokanil for you... UgH..you know what? Fine" Y/n stormed off to put on her armor and breathing mask as Namor watched in disbelief.

"What are you doing?" He asks while following her with caution.

Y/n doesn’t answer as she picks up a spear, admiring how sharp the blade is before Namor takes it from her hand in anger. "Don’t make me ask again, In Yakunaj (my love)" He lowered his head and whispered in Y/n’s ears, watching her reaction.

"Can’t you see? If you don’t want peace and my advice, the least I could do is fight alongside you." Y/n smirks. "And maybe I can be there to watch how you lose the war that you started first."

Namor can feel his head fuming with anger for a moment; his lover sure knows how to mess with him. Namor has always taken pride in his superhuman strength and power; never in a million years would he think about losing a fight. "Nice joke Sirenita (little siren)"

Y/n likes it when Namor calls her by that nickname; there are many things that she has regretted in the past, but loving him is definitely not one of them.

“Now…can I have my spear back and go with you? Namora and Attuma must be tired of waiting for us In ajawo' (my king)”

===𓆝 𓆟 𓆞===

"¡Líik’ik Talokan!" Namor yelled out loud before watching his people jump fearlessly from the water onto land, easily overpowering all the enemies.

Y/n on the other hand is struggling to fight; after all, she is a human, and her abilities can't compare to a Talokanil warrior. 

"Tsk tsk, what do we have here? Your skin isn’t blue like those freaks" A guy ripped off Y/n’s breathing mask while forcing a knife near her throat. "You don’t need this, honey; you are a human, aren’t you?"

The woman gritted her teeth in anger, unaware of how the guy already had another knife digging slowly into her stomach.

"Y/n!" Namor’s voice booming from above caught her attention; it turned out he had been looking for her when she went missing, flying and scanning the whole area.

But it's not just Y/n who is aware of Namor's presence; the bad guy holding her hostage is as well.

"Fuck, you're dead to me" he muttered, and before Y/n could comprehend what was happening, she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen, causing her to cry out loudly.

Y/n watched the guy run for his life before being killed immediately by Namor's trident falling from the sky. "KILL THEM ALL!" The king yelled, furious at seeing his lover get hurt.

Y/n doesn’t know what is happening or what happen after that, but the headache and dizziness are making her slowly become unconscious. Is this the end?

"Open your eyes, my love, my moon. I'm begging you, please. The war is over; we won... but without you, it doesn't matter to me anymore" Namor cried out while holding Y/n close to him.

"I’m okay; I will be okay... But geez, it did hurt."

The sudden answer made the king widen his eyes in shock and happiness. His lover is okay, but how?

"The armor saved my life." Y/n smiled, as if she knew what Namor would ask. "Well... I would say that it didn’t do a very good jo-"

Her sentence was cut off by a deep and fierce kiss; the action took Y/n by surprise, but she happily joined in, deepening it.

Namor broke the kiss before pulling Y/n’s head closer to his, their foreheads touching. "In k’áatech"

"I love you?"

"Your Mayan is getting better, In yakunaj (my love)"

Y/n smiles at Namor's praise before pulling him closer, yearning for another kiss.

[mushroom-creacher]

Wayward Dads Chapter 3: Don't Father Me

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The room had quickly erupted into chaos.

Lark and Grant shouted questions that went unanswered, Terry started pacing along the small room and Sparrow was trying to bring Nick down from a poorly masked panic attack while Paeden clung to Walter.

Erin and Walter didn’t know what to do. How the hell did this even happen? Was there a way to reverse it? How were they supposed to handle this?

“Can we all just calm down for a sec?” Figgs leaned against the wall, their snake familiar resting contently in her hair. “They’re kids, so what? You can still grab ‘em and bring ‘em back.”

Erin sighed and massaged her temples. “It’s a bit more complicated than that, Figgs. We don’t stand a chance against the Omega Daddies on our own.”

“There’s like, eight of you.”

“Six of which are children!” Walter spoke up.

Figgs scoffed. “That’s still enough to cause a distraction while the others grab your guys. You just need to keep the bad guys busy long enough to make an extraction.”

“That… might actually work…” Erin looked at the rest of the group. “We’d only need to hold up for a few minutes. I’ve seen you all fight, you may not be able to take someone down just yet, but you can stand your ground for a long while.”

“You can’t seriously be thinking of letting them fight those people! They’re 12!” Walter crossed his arms.

“It’s our only option if we want to get their dads back! Besides, do you really think they’re going to just sit here and let us handle it without them?”

“No, but we can at least try to keep them out of it!”

“They’re already in it! These kids have seen action, they’ll be fine!”

“We can’t risk them getting taken again! Their dads just got them back and now you want to put them in danger?!”

“Well, I don’t see you coming up with any other ideas!”

“Can you both please stop talking about us like we’re not here?!”

Erin and Walter went silent and looked toward the outburst.

Everyone was looking at Terry Jr., his brow furrowed in frustration.

“How about just asking us what we want to do instead of making the choice for us!”

“Yeah, we want to help! We can’t just sit here and do nothing while our dads are out there!” Sparrow spoke up.

Walter sighed. “Kids, we know you want to help but this is much too dangerous. We are fighting incredibly powerful people; you could get hurt or taken again! Then we’d be back at square one.”

“We’re not gonna wait around here while you guys are out there! You can’t keep us here!” Grant protested.

“Oh yes, I can! Even if I have to tie you to the door, you’re not going out there! It’s too dangerous!”

Walter felt a small tug on his sleeve, looking down he saw Paeden, unusually timid and afraid.

“Walter... Please... We can’t leave them...”

The bullywug stared back at the small boy before letting out a heavy sigh as he looked back up at the group of defiant tweens. He knew that only him and Erin wouldn’t be able to fight against the Omega Daddies, but putting these kids in the line of fire would be wildly irresponsible. But then again, he remembered how angry and scared he was when Paeden had gone missing and what he was willing to do to get him back.

“Ok. Fine. But we are taking every precaution! If things get bad, we retreat immediately. Understood?” He gave a pointed look to everyone in the room to make sure they knew how serious he was taking this.

 All of the kids nodded, letting out a collective sigh of relief.

“Ok, well now that you have all come to the sensible arrangement, maybe we should get a move on. Which kid are we nabbin’ first?” Figgs asked bluntly, already preparing to cast the portal.

“Gods, do you have to phrase it like that?” Erin cringed.

“What? We are nabbing kids, even if they should be nabbed, it’s still nabbing. So I ask again, who are we nabbin’ first?”

Lark and Sparrow stepped up.

“Our father is a powerful druid even as a child. It would be beneficial to acquire him first as he will be helpful in fighting the rest of our previous captors.” Lark explained.

“And he it would be smart to get another healer in case anything bad happens during the rest of the rescue missions.” Sparrow added.

Nobody argued, even if they wanted to. They all wanted to get their dads back as much as the others and Lark and Sparrow made some good points, though they all knew that this strategy was just their excuse to get their dad back as soon as possible.

Erin nodded. “Ok. You all should get ready, prepare however you can while Figgs and I work on this portal. Try to come up with a plan, a good one.”

The twins nodded and rejoined the rest of their small party and Walter to discuss strategies.

Though it was subtle, everyone could see the small glint in the Oak boys’ eyes. One that the other boys had only ever seen when someone dared to try and push one of the twins around. A look of complete and total determination and protectiveness. They were going to get their dad back no matter the cost. Because one thing you learn around the boys is that you never mess with an Oak.

[predsworld]

You can make a fanfic vore of tom plis Ú_Ù

ANYTHING FOR MY IDOL~

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here's a fic where Matt, Edd and Tord feed themselves to tom eagerly to his shock and dismay. whether they regret that choice or not is up to the reader~ you could ask but erm.. i don't think they'd give much of a response~ ⚠ this fic contains vore, digestion, weight gain, unwilling/reluctant pred, willing prey, Fatal/Perma vore, this one gets kinda dark?? this is your warning ⚠

Tom was sitting with his roommates, the four of them were good friends. they were all staring up at him with pleading eyes.. how did he get into this mess? the three had asked tom to eat them, and seemed desperate. Tom couldn't believe it.. why would they WANT to be eaten? They had caught Tom eating someone in his monster form a few days ago and Tom was ashamed, but the three didn't seem to mind. it was just now that tom was realizing perhaps they DID mind.. just.. in a different way. Tom was lost in thought, shocked at their request before Edd spoke up. "Tom, you look like you saw a ghost.. whats the matter?~" He asked teasingly in a horny voice, tom backed up from the three but they only came closer. "ugh! what has gotten into you three? for the last time i'm not going to eat you! i doubt i could fit the three of you at once anyways.." Tord chuckled, placing a hand under tom's chin.

"that's fine, go one at a time~ ill go first, ill last the longest after all.." He bragged, sure he'd survive for a while in tom's gut.

"what the fu-- no!! that's not what i mean--" Tord shushed him. "less talking more devouring~ i have a job to do and it's adding to that waistline of yours~"

before tom could respond, tord forced his head into tom's maw, forcing him to swallow as well. although tom couldn't help but admit how amazing he tasted.. "mmhhh..~" he got a little carried away.. he wanted to spit tord out but he tasted so damn good! he wiggled down his throat and tom gulped him down to his now swollen belly.

"see? was that so hard?" Matt chuckled, amazed.. Edd and Matt immediately started rubbing tom's belly. "wow! hes really squirming in there.." Edd said excitedly, Tom groaned. "maybe hes finally regretting his choice.." Edd just shrugged, the two of them by tom's side eager to watch tord slowly digest. Edd pressed down on tom's belly curiously, causing him to belch loudly. "fuck, will he be ok in there? god, tord can you hear me??" no response.. he just struggled and squirmed, causing tom to wince a little.

"ah cmon, he'll be fineee... he can handle a little bit of digestion, right tord?" Matt poked tom's belly, it growled loudly and morbidly in response. "see? he's alright."

it growled more and more as time went on, picking up more and more. the growls soon turned into ominous, wet gurgles from deep inside him..

and eventually tom's stomach got softed and rounder over time.. Edd felt his belly, causing tom to burp again. "man, for someone so confident about this he sure digested quick." Tom's eyes went went white. "what!? fuck, tord are you alright in there??" Grrrowl... "like i said, hes fine. he'll live on as a part of you, anyways~" Matt giggled, sitting on tom's lap pressed up against his belly.

"fuck.. i.. i feel sick. no more please, i'm full. don't you feel bad for him?? why would you want this-- he-- i--" Matt soon forced his hands into tom's mouth in a simalir fashion to tord, Tom tried to get him out this time. but it was no use.. he was sure of his decision. he swallowed him down into his tummy, and soon edd joined him. Edd slid his head inbetween tom's jaws, going down one way or another.. as soon as they were both inside a gross burp went past tom's lips. "god, oh god are you guys ok??" "...guys?" they squirmed in a simalir fashion to tord.. it hurt. tom's stomach ached and he felt guilty. maybe they were just trying to get comfy.. but maybe they regretted what they had done. "fuck ow.!~ god no.. get out! i want you OUT of me!" Tom groaned, pressing on his belly to try and get them out from his insides, but this only caused them to digest faster..

tom felt so bad.. yeah they wanted this but he'd never see the three in one peice again. he kinda wished he could have talked them out of it.. He sighed and pressed his back against the couch, sitting on the floor as he rubbed his belly.

"hope you guys are enjoying this more than me.. urrp.." it didn't take long for matt and edd to digest, tom had gained a lot of weight.. his belly was fat and round as a constant reminder as his roommates fate within him, not to mention his hips.

but tom had a new feeling.. an overwhelming hunger. he needed more, even though he still felt guilty in the end.

he rubbed his belly and tried to stand, feeling so heavy.. "thanks i suppose.. at least you were tasty" he sighed, forcing his clothes to fit over the remains of his ex-friends., and walked off to the bathroom.

END

sorry if this was a bit more morbid than usual.. i like dark vore and think stuff with guilty preds is cool, or perhaps the prey regretted what they asked for. whatever it may be i hope you enjoyed this fic!~

[nervousladytraveler]

This is for our friend @veryflowerobservation with the hopes that it will both lift spirits and also provide some torture. From "A Story That Doesn't Exist Yet".

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“This looks delicious,” Ross said as he smelled the aromatic bowl of what appeared to be a stir fry of some sort that Demelza had set beside him. “To what do I owe the pleasure of a mid morning snack?” Ross asked.

“Consider it early lunch and sorry I didn't make you any breakfast this mornin’. I guess I needed the extra sleep,” she said and tried to hide a yawn.

That she’d slept past ten was unusual, but Ross assumed her body’s rhythms had changed since becoming a student. Later nights for working or for partying meant late mornings. He remembered being young. Now he couldn't sleep past 8 even if he wanted to.

“I’ve been making my own breakfast these many months. I can handle the toaster,” he laughed then looked at her again more closely. Her eyes looked bleary and her face managed to look both pale and flushed at the same time. “Your head okay?” he asked, recognising the symptoms.

“Oh, I’ll be fine. I guess last night at the Carters I had a bit more wine than I’d realised. But that’s why I made this: fried rice. Perfect hangover cure--I learned that from Hugh. Although he never makes it himself, he goes round to the takeaway on the corner and buys it for us. I always think that's one step too many and who has money after a night out? Well I guess he always does but anyway I figured out how to make a decent version on my own.”

“Yes, it's good,” Ross said, suddenly enjoying his bowl a bit less.

“Did I ever tell you about that takeaway? It’s called Little Ginger and the owner, his name is Doug, is a very sweet man. He’s started calling me Little Ginger from Cornwall.  We had a good laugh about that so now he gives us extra prawn chips. And sadly, that nickname has stuck a bit with my flatmates.”

Ross took another bite and felt guilty that he didn't have more interest in her story. About her flatmates, about her new nicknames, about her new friends, about a handsome young bloke who lived with her and for whom she now cooked--and who thought nothing of spending his money on her. 

“It’s not authentic though,“ she went on. “I don't have the proper oils or a decent wok--I don't have a wok at all. But I do think the secret is the ginger. I mean the secret to helpin’ with a hangover.”

“You know what they say, an ounce of prevention…” he began.

“Prevent what?”

“A hangover.”

“What?” she asked.

“Maybe you should think about drinking less.” He immediately regretted it the moment the words left his mouth and could have predicted verbatim what she’d say next.

“You seriously say that...to me? You, Ross Poldark?” she laughed and shook her head in disbelief. She happened to be leaning against the oak cabinet that after all these years still held the whisky and rum and other spirits at Nampara, and she gestured dramatically towards it as if she were a game show hostess showing him his prize.

“Demelza…” he began.

“How many times over the years did I help you to bed, stumblin’ drunk? And as I recall, we would have never met if it hadn't been for you too drinkin too much.”

“What? Now it was his turn for righteous incredulity.

“The night you picked me up from that bus stop all those years ago, you’d been halfway home but turned around to go buy a bottle of cheap whiskey back in Redruth.”

“How did you...did I ever tell you that?” There was no point arguing. She was right.

“No, I saw you pass by in one direction and then you came back again in the other. And when I spotted the bottle you'd shoved under the seat, I puzzled it all out.”

“Yes well…I’m sorry for that.”

“For pickin’ me up?”

“No. For any harm I may have caused you…”

“Oh Ross, I know you don't drink as much now and haven't for years. That's not lost on me,” she said with a hint of warmth returning to her voice.

And that's because of you. At one time anyway, he thought but didn't say aloud.

“And I don't drink that much, really. Far less than my mates anyway. I just don't have money to be pissin’ away at the pub.”

“I’m sure there’s someone in all of Bristol willing to buy your drink,” he said a bit more sullenly than he’d intended. 

“Like that’s safe?” she laughed. “Besides, it's the time that’s the issue, really. I always feel I have to work twice as hard to get the results others do--they’re just all so much more clever and better educated than I am, so I can't afford to blow a single brain cell on shots of vodka or whatever.”

“Demelza, listen to me.” He didn't like it when she talked that way. Maybe even less than when she talked about Hugh’s efforts to charm her. “They are not that much smarter than you--it could just all be a front. We often misperceive ourselves in comparison to others, and it's not a helpful habit,” he said gently, knowing he should heed his own advice. “And I’m not judging. Worrying maybe, but not judging.”

“Okay, Ross. I believe you,” she said. “Do you want some more? I made enough for an army.”

“No thank you, I have to go see Tonkin,” he sighed. And Elizabeth. But he decided not to tell her that at this very moment when they’d only just gotten back to steady footing. His visit to Trenwith Road would be brief--Elizabeth needed to sign one single document--and afterwards he’d tell Demelza about it in boring legal details, side-stepping any potential drama.

“Of course, you have a business to run,” she said and looked into her bowl with disappointment as if her rice had suddenly betrayed her. Could she know his plans?

“I have a business to save,” he corrected her. “Or have you forgotten that I’m still recovering from a lawsuit and property dispute with George Warleggan?”

“No, Ross. I haven't forgotten. Please give my best to Tonkin,” she said, then abandoning her bowl she walked towards the library. “And to anyone else you’ll be savin’ today,” she said without turning around.

[theorphaninthetardis]

Chapter Forty

The airmen all gather around at a table, and Sophie mostly tunes them out, until a blonde woman enters the room, and all of the soldier's eyes land on her. The real Captain Harkness sighs, as she steps toward him, "Hello, Jack. I know you're having a night with the men, but I thought I'd look in, if that's all right."

He shrugs, "Yeah. Good to see you."

Tosh walks away from Tim, and Jack and Sophie stand from their respective tables, "I've got what I need. Now all I have to do is find a way to leave a message for the team on something that will last across time."

Jack nods, and the trio turn to exit the bar. Standing in the door is one of the girls that's been dancing all evening. She looks Toshiko up and down, "I haven't seen you three here before. Is she with you?"

George grins, "Nah, she's after Tim. Why else would she let him bore her to death about navigation?"

"Maybe she's a spy," the girl says, glaring at Tosh.

"The Chinese are on our side, aren't they?" Tim asks, while taking Tosh's hand.

"I'm Japanese,"

"You're hardly an ally, then."

Sophie watches the interaction, and glances over at Jack, hoping he'll do something. He sees her eyes on his, and jumps into action, just as the girl demands that Tosh open her bag, "She can't. Her work is top secret. She's a decoder for the Brits."

The Captain walks over as well, placing a hand on Tosh's shoulder, "Without ladies like her, we'd have no way of defending the country." He raises his glass, "To Toshiko."

All of his men immediately follow suit, raising a glass to the woman. Tosh smiles in thanks, and pulls Jack toward the corner where Sophie is, "I need Bilis's camera. Photographs last, don't they?"

Jack nods, "Sure you don't want me to come with you?"

The real Captain Jack looks hurt, "Oh, you can't run out on me. I've just got you a drink."

Toshiko shakes her head, already heading to the exit, "I'm fine. You carry on."

Jack watches as she leaves, then turns to the other Captain, who hands him his drink, "To a fellow captain."

He brings his drink up as well and takes a sip. The Captain leads them to a table, while Sophie walks off, hoping to find more info on Bilis. She walks to the staircase, and takes a seat, studying the readings on her screwdriver. She taps it thoughtfully against the palm of her hand, wracking her brain as to who, or what, Bilis Manger is. She doesn't get much time to herself, as airmen keep walking through.

Just as she starts to piece together who Bilis is, Jack and Captain Harkness burst in. "Hey, her falling for you is hardly my fault," Jack calls after the Captain. "Play it cool in front of your men, but not in front of me. Hey, it's okay to be scared."

"A captain has to keep his head."

Sophie glances up, and sees pain cross Jack's face, "A captain needs to explain the risks, tell his men what to expect."

"So what do I do? Tell 'em I saw a young boy get shot in the eyes mid-flight?" Captain Harkness asks, pain clear on his face.

"I understand," Jack says, taking a step toward the Captain.

"Do you? Did you hear him on the radio yelling for his mom, while the Messerschmitts pumped him full of holes and blew his plane apart? All I can hear on the radio–"

"–is screams," Jack finishes for him. Sophie wants more than anything to go and comfort him, but she knows that Captain Harkness needs him right now. "I went to war when I was a boy. I was with my best friend. We got caught crossing the border over enemy lines. They tortured him, not me, because he was weaker. They made me watch him die. And they let me go."

"Who were they?"

"The worst possible creatures you can imagine," the pain in his voice almost causes Sophie to stand up and hug him, but she forces herself to let Captain Harkness handle the situation, "I persuaded him to join up. I said it would be an adventure. He hadn't lived."

"Have any of us?"

Outside, there are loud explosions. As the alarms start to sound, Jack looks around, and grabs Sophie around the waist.

He pulls her out to the foyer, searching for the other member of their group, concern etched across his face. When the woman appears from the corridor, he grabs her arm. "This way!"

He pulls them out of the room and toward the air raid shelter, as Toshiko says, "I didn't get the first part of the equation in the photo. The rest is outside. If they find it, they'll keep looking, won't they?"

Jack nods, and holds the door to the shelter open. The trio enter the room, where everyone is crowded. Tosh goes into the next room to continue the equation. Jack stands outside the room, keeping an eye on the woman, and on the people in the room. Sophie stand on the other side of the door, arms crossed, leaning her head against the wall.

"Yes. Of course I'm scared," the actual Captain Jack says, not even a centimeter away from Jack.

Jack and the Captain converse quietly. Sophie keeps an eye on Tosh in the room, she also looks out at the room around them, smiling at the KBO spirit of 1940s England.

[animehideout]

May I request? You don't have to if you don't want to. Ok so, can you maybe write Draken, Izana, Smiley, and/or Sanzu with a Shy! s/o who was talking to another guy who was being touchy and flirty but the reader didn't wanna be rude so they just try and take them as compliments. Or... Well this is kinda a parent scenario, Sanzu, Kakucho, Ran, and/or Mikey with quiet/utsudere son being bullied and harassed at school (physical, verbal, sexually, cyber) and maybe their son doesn't tell them.

Tokyo Revengers boys when someone flirts with their shy s/o :

Characters: Draken / Izana / Sanzu / Smiley.

warnings : none ✨

AN: Hey everyone ! thank you for requesting this, sorry for taking forever to write it. I hope you enjoy it 💌.

Requestes are closed ❌

Draken:

• Both of you went to the bar Saturday night after a long tiring week.

• He left for a few minutes to answer Mikey's phone call. the music was loud there so he went outside.

•The moment he left you, you felt a tap on your shoulder.

•A tall guys with pricings and tattoos smiled at you and sat beside you.

•You shyly smiled and told him that that seat os taken. It's Draken's seat obviously.

•You clearly were uncomfortable cause he was staring at you and said: "i just thought that you are really beautiful and i wanted to say hi". y/n: " um t-thank you sir". the guy laughed titling his head back "no need to be formal beautiful you can call me Tim, and maybe we can exchange numbers" he said passing his fingers on your exposed shoulders.

•you moved a bit to give him a hint so he can take his hands off of you praying that Draken shows up as quick as possible.

•"Why are you moving away from me" said Tim as he moved closer to you "so what's your name beauty?"

•" My lover, that's the name" Said Draken out of the blue. you felt really reassured the moment you heard his voice.

•"and now get that ass up, that's my seat" he added.

• Poor Tim he was clearly terrified, Draken's intense glares are no joke.

•Tim would leave muttering apologies.

•Draken wouldn't really think about it or get mad, he knows very well that no one would dare to take you from him. He's kinda chill and confident tbh. He would just ask gently:" are you okay babe?" you would nod smiling , happy that he's there with you.

•He would give your lips a quick kiss and then go back to your conversation.

Izana:

•Both of you were at the club partying.

•"want more drinks my baby?" he would say excitement filling each part of his body.

•You would nod happily. He moved a few meters away to bring the drinks and you were at your table swaying your body to the beat.

•"Oh wow" someone whispered in your ear.

•You yelped and flinched away when you felt someone lips touch your ear.

•The music was so loud and the guy insisted on flirting with you.

•You would smile politely too embarrassed to push him away even tho it was the right thing to do.

•Izana saw both of you talking well , the guy whispering in your ear. He knows that you're shy and awkward around people and you can't handle thay kind of situation.

•He would be really scared, even tho he knows how much you love him, he can't help that feeling. you're his family, you're his everything. He was lonely for many years and now he can't risk losing you to someone.

•He would rush towards you both and push that guy away.

•He would grab his collar and push him harder on the table "Don't you ever dare to come close to what's mine or you'll end up dead".

•The guy wouldn't fight back , Izana's grip was too strong and all what that guy wanted is to break free.

•The music stopped and now everyone in the club is watching the fight.

•You would stop him by pulling him away "baby please stop"

•The moment he heard your soft cracking voice he would stop immediately.

•He would put his hands around your cheeks "oh I'm sorry baby for scaring you".

•He would take your hands and head out of the club. Both if you would stay outside in the cold breeze.

•You were scared you thought he was about to kill that guy. " please dont fight with anyone again" you would say. " Im so sorry I would never do it again ,let me make it up for you" he would say and lean forward to kiss your lips.

•Both of you started making out in the middle.of the street.

Sanzu:

•This man is insane.

•Hear me out he would knock the shit out that poor guy.

•A new member of the gang was dared to try a move on you.

•Too bad he chose the wrong person.

•You were chilling there with the other gang members and of course your lovely boyfriend when that poor new guy started approaching.

•All of your friends and your boyfriend looked at him , they were like what the hell is this dude doing ?.

• That new guy cleared his throat and said "ehm y/n hello! I really like tour hair today you look gorgeous as alwa-" he couldn't finish his words as Sanzu jumped and punched his face. he was so fast none of you even noticed how he moved too fast.

•You knew that if your friends didn't stop him that guy will end up dead.

•"How dare you to say that to my y/n" said Sanzu punching that guy's face nonstop like a psychopath.

•"Sanzu stop, enough please!!" the other boys would pull him and stop him from punching that boy.

• His knuckles started bleeding from the hits.

•"are you okay baby?" he would ask holding your hand and pulling you to his embrace.

•"I'm good but I'm really pissed right now, that wasn't necessary, he didn't know thay you're my boyfriend and-" "and now he knows, he knows very well that you can't be approached" "Sanzu you're being possessive again" "i just dont like it when someone tried to get what's mine" he would say in a lower tone almost a whisper , it would send shivers downs your spine.

•He would grab your neck gently and kiss it, leaving marks.

•After he finishes he would lick his lips proud of his work of art and say smiling "and now i'm sure that no one would dare to talk to you"

•you would smile and hit his arm softly, you know how much he loves you and how much he gets jealous even over the smallest things.

Smiley :

• ayyy this cutie.

• the guy would think that hes your brother or bestfriend and NOT your boyfriend.

•He was smiling all the time but that guy didn't know that he was testing smiley the whole time.

•Smiley was kind off okay with the verbal flirting. well not okay but he was trying to calm himself down before beating that guy up.

•"are you sure you dont wanna give me your number?" "emm no" you said smiling trying to be polite but from the inside you were dying from awkwardness.

•"the maybe you can give me a kiss" the moment the guy tried to approach you Miley stood in front of you "enough" he would say a grin still drawn on his face which made the guy hella confused.

•They would look at each other then Smiley would headbutt that poor guy and now hes unconscious on the floor.

•"that's what you get when you push me to the edge"

• That was impressive ngl.

• He would turn and face you "MY BABY" he would say excitedly " I'm always here to protect you from predators, and now I deserve a big kiss , you know that i get sad when I'm jealous"

•Hes literally a violent big baby.

•He so protective over you its just a natural instinct in him.

• Give this man his kisses please.

💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

[carrdfan]

Eddie Brock/Venom x Reader

summary : Eddie grows worried due to your absence and is soon convinced by Venom to go out and check on you. Yet when he finds you and countless others bruised and hurt, there's only one suspect; and Eddie suddenly has an urge to end them.

main tags : imagine , comfort , female reader

warnings : blood mention

Eddie walked around the messy living room as the kitchen clock ticked by each passing second. Every minute that passed, he grew more and more worried about your well-being. You were only heading to the pharmacy, so why had you been gone for so long?

"Eddie." Venom suddenly called, interrupting the silence. "We should check on her."

Part of Eddie immediately agreed and wanted to leave right away, yet another part of him said that it was just his paranoia causing him to stress this much.

"I'm probably just overthinkin'," He told Venom as he continued to wander around the living room, starting to pop his knuckles as some sort of relief. "She can definitely handle herself anyways-"

"No.. I sense something unsettling from afar, she's in danger Eddie." Eddie wanted to tell Venom that he was just getting paranoid too, but from the tone of voice, he was calling it.

Eddie really didn't want to acknowledge the possibility of you being hurt, and dare God bring up the idea of death occurring to you. "Fine! Fine, let's go," Eddie said as he quickly grabbed his keys before heading out the door. He hoped both him and Venom was just exaggerating in the end.

He ran out of the apartment and into the car. The drive to the pharmacy wasn’t too far, yet within a few minutes, Eddie could sense something wasn't right either. The smell of smoke slowly filled the air, causing Eddie to panic. "Shit!" He quickly said under his breath.

Eddie soon drove up to see police cars and fire trucks circled around a part of the street. They were destroyed, buildings damaged and on fire; one being the pharmacy you ran to. Eddie felt a pit in his stomach at the sight of the event while he quickly parked and got out of the car. He greatly stressed over his biggest priority: you.

Eddie tried to take a closer look, but was stopped by officers who refused access towards everyone. There was a moment of him and the officer going back and forth as Eddie hardly kept a hold of himself, fortunately, there was a cry in the distance to distract him. "Hey!" Both turned to see you afar and slowly walking towards them. Once you caught up to both men, you quickly told the officer that Eddie was here for you before pulling Eddie aside to catch him up on what went down.

You both stood on the sidewalk as there was a moment of silence. Just being by each other was enough to calm both of you down, because while Eddie was calming himself from fear, you were still processing some bits of what just went down. You tried to say something to break the silence, but Eddie carefully placed his hands on your face. While his intention was to get a closer look to what happened to you, but he also managed to help you catch a few more breathers and collect more of yourself. 

Once he finally got a look up close though, he was hugely pissed. You were covered in small scars along with a few bandages wrapped around your arms and legs. You seemed to have taken a bit of the hit but luckily didn't get the worse of it compared to the few other victims Eddie saw. "Oh my God, Y/n. What- what happened?"

You tried to recall everything that went down even though it was a lot to take. "So.. Uh, someone decided to go rapid and attack the street," you turned around to point out the order of the events, "Some pieces from buildings were thrown and one of them almost flew on top of the pharmacy. Some believe it was some kind of explosion that cause it, while others think it was something else."

You continued to explain the rest of your story and even some of the other victims, how some witnessed pieces almost be thrown directly at them, while others had the unfortunate sight of seeing bodies be split in half or have their heads crushed in. But it was clear no one was able to get a sight of the one behind this, those who did must have been the ones killed. Eddie felt a lot of emotions come over him but the two who majorly left was anger and guilt.

Anger from the fact someone dared to cause havoc in the town. Someone dared to put your life in extreme danger. While you managed to play it off, the fact someone went far enough to cause you to have blood running down your face enraged him.

Yet he felt guilty, guilty that the harm to came your way was his fault. He should've been there for you when times called, yet he wasn't. And that's what weighed him down.

Eddie soon took a grip to both of your arms, "Y/n. Are you sure no one knows who’s behind this. No one got even a glimpse?" It was a rare sight to see Eddie so visually frustrated so you were caught by surprise. But there was no need for you to answer as Eddie took it back shortly, the pieces were already clicking together for him by the passing second. The choices already dialed down to one person, and that person made Eddie furious.

It’s uncommon for them to make a move just to retreat; they didn’t just attacked the street on pure decision. They might have known you were making an errand and proceeded to attack on that info.

This whole incident could’ve been nothing more but a major way to fuck with Eddie. And fueled him with enough rage to punch a hole in the wall, only to hold himself back was you as he wanted to show some decency.

Trying his best to keep his anger in, he let go of his grip on you and took a moment. "..Come on. Let's get you home first. I have something to handle myself and I’d prefer you be home while I’m gone." Fully agreeing, you inform the authorities of your sudden leave before you and Eddie got in his car and drove home.

In the small ride back, you couldn’t help but notice the irritation Eddie was keeping a hold of. His grip seemed a bit too tight on the steering wheel, and his breathing seem a bit too unkept. But you didn’t push yourself to ask him anything about it. 

Once you both made it home, you walked into the apartment before turning back and looking at Eddie. “Are you sure you wanna leave after what happened? It may not be safe for tonight.” Logically speaking, Eddie should be staying close with you as you would do with him if he was in your spot, but to see Eddie go run this errand made you question a few things.

Eddie couldn’t help but smile as he slowly walked up to you, "I’ll be fine, it’s better if I run and handle it now then wait till later." He soon gave you a small kiss on your forehead before stepping back and heading off, "I'll be back, and don’t leave the house for the rest of the night." Before you could respond and interrogate Eddie some more, he was already getting in the car and backing up. You decided to listen and head to your given room, yet wondering why Eddie sounded so confident in what he was doing. Maybe later on you can ask him about this incident again.

Either way, you cared for yourself and attend to your scars, time slowly went on and on until, ironically, you found yourself in Eddie’s spot for a moment or two. But with the affects of the attack, you couldn’t help but given into your sleepiness and decided dosed off to bed.

While you got some sleep, Eddie was out catching some Carnage to end this memorable night.

[1800-fight-me]

Halloween in Hell’s Kitchen

A Saved by the Devil ficlet

Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader (No Y/N)

Friends to eventual lovers (Reader is Foggy’s childhood best friend!)

Rating: T

Warnings: fluff with an angsty ending, blind jokes, alcohol 

Word count: about 1.7k

Author’s note: This is set after college but before Saved by the Devil occurs! Also I know its not even close to Halloween rn but isn’t it always Halloween in our hearts?? lol

P.S. Here’s a link to my masterlist if you’d like to check out my other writing! Also! my taglist is always open- leave me a comment or an ask if you’d like to be added!

You were supposed to meet Foggy, Matt, and Karen at the bar at seven o’clock. 

But as you looked in the mirror and bit your lip you weren’t so sure anymore. Like your thoughts had summoned him, your phone rang. 

“Hey Foggy I’m not so sure about this…”

“Oh come on! It’ll be hilarious, my best idea yet!”

You tapped your foot, continuing to stare in the mirror. “Are you sure it’s not too mean?”

“Too mean? C’mon! It’s right on the edge I’ll give you that but it’s definitely not too mean,” he said passionately. 

You knew when he started like that he wouldn’t stop until you caved and gave him what he wanted. You remained silent and he jumped right back into it. 

“It will be so funny. I promise he’ll think it’s funny. You’re already dressed aren’t you?”

“Yes but..”

“No buts! You just get your butt to the bar! It’ll be fine! I promise! Gotta go, see you soon!”

He hung up and you rolled your eyes. 

With a sigh and one last glance in the mirror you grabbed the cane you’d left by the door and headed out to the bar. 

-

As soon as you saw them you snorted and couldn’t stop the peals of laughter. 

Three “blind Matt Murdocks” as Foggy had phrased it, stood in front of you and now there were four with your arrival. 

You were all dressed similarly in dark suits, dark ties, red glasses, and a cane in hand. 

They all turned to look at you and the giggles all started anew. 

“Happy Halloween, can you guess who I am?” you said with glee as Karen snorted and Foggy looked victorious. 

Matt’s smile couldn’t stretch any further as he reached for your hand and pulled you into his chest for a hug. 

“They got to you too, huh?” voice soft and deep in your ear. 

“Sorry, you know I'm a sucker for Foggy’s terrible ideas,” you said with a grin, looking up at him. 

He pursed his lips in fake annoyance as you giggled. 

“Don’t blame this on me!” Foggy interjected and Matt finally released you from his lingering embrace. 

You rolled your eyes at Foggy, “This was completely your idea. Matt, he made me do it.” 

This caused Matt to chuckle as Foggy immediately went on the defense and honestly even though you were right you didn’t know if you could win the argument against your attorney friend. 

“Alright alright,” you said, cutting him off, “it might’ve been your idea but I went along with it.” 

“Playing a joke on a blind man by dressing up as him for halloween, the nerve of all of you,” Matt said with fake outrage and a hand over his heart. 

This led everyone into another fit of giggles. 

The night continued with drinks, laughs, too much candy, lots of questionable blind jokes, and plenty of games of pool until the hour was far too early to be awake. 

Eventually Foggy called it a night and as everyone walked out of the bar, hugs and goodbyes were exchanged. Foggy and Karen decided to split a cab as they were heading in the same direction and Matt offered to walk you home. 

“Shouldn’t I be the one walking you home?” you asked teasingly, elbowing him with the arm he currently had wrapped in his own. 

You loved that Matt always held onto you for guidance rather than using his cane whenever he could. You had a feeling that he sought out physical contact with you even when he didn’t need it. But, maybe that was just wishful thinking. 

“I can handle myself. I’m a big boy,” he said smoothly and you ignored the way his words made your heart flutter. 

You rolled your eyes, “Oh I know. You held up very well tonight with all of the teasing.” 

He laughed and you couldn’t help but grin in response to the beautiful sound. 

“Well, I’m sure you make a very cute Matt Murdock,” he said and you giggled. 

“Cute? Foggy said I’m a hotter you than you are,” you said and he cracked up laughing with you. 

You reached the doorsteps to your apartment building and stopped, turning to face him. 

“Can I?” he asked, hands nearing your face. 

Your breath caught, “Mmhm,” you managed to get out. 

His fingers skimmed your cheeks then up to the red rimmed glasses you still wore that were a copy of his. 

The corner of his lip lifted in response. 

His hands then drifted back down your face, softly grazing your neck, then landing on the collar of your button up shirt. 

You swallowed, trying to keep your breathing steady, as if there weren’t trails of fire along your skin where his gentle fingers touched. 

He felt the collar of your shirt, then the tie around your neck, and finally the lapels of your jacket. You realized then that you had left the cane at the bar, not used to carrying it around like Matt was. 

“You did a really good job with tying your tie,” he said, the smirk on his mouth still captivating your attention. 

“Thanks, youtube helped,” you rasped out and he chuckled. 

His hands drifted back up to your neck. What was it about your neck that seemed to grasp his attention and desire? 

Was it the vulnerability? Oh, you wanted to be vulnerable with him but being in love with your friend was a dangerous game. 

How far could you push it before you lost him? 

Before you ruined the delicate ecosystem your friend group lived in? The one where no one talked about the feelings between you and Matt because too much time had passed and it was never going to happen, and it would make it weird for Foggy. 

And god, you had tried to move on, for so long you attempted to move on but here he was pulling you back in so easily. 

And what if your worst nightmare occurred, what if you went for it with Matt and lost him and his friendship in the process? These years with his presence, even if it was only his friendship, made you sure in your bones you couldn’t live a life without Matt. 

Hands still delicately grazing the sensitive skin on your neck he leaned closer and whispered in your ear, “The jury is out, I might not be able to see, but I can feel that Foggy was right, you’re the most attractive Matt Murdock here tonight.” His voice was deep and soft and your knees nearly buckled. 

You pulled back enough to look up at his eyes, this was it, you were certain. The years spent pining and dancing around one another were going to be over. He confessed his attraction to you just now, didn't he? 

Oh no, what if that was all he felt? You were in love with him, for god’s sake, there was no possible way you could survive a friends with benefits situation with a man you already felt so deeply for. Your heartbeat spiked. 

His head cocked and his hand moved up to your cheek, “Sweetheart, are you okay? Do you not want this?” 

You opened your mouth to speak, to confess maybe, you weren’t even sure what you were going to say when the blaring noise of Matt’s phone repeating Foggy’s name interrupted you. 

His hand dropped from your face and reached into his pocket to grab his phone. He took a step back as he answered the call and you sighed. 

Did you sigh in relief or disappointment? You knew Matt heard you and if you didn’t know the reason for your reaction there was no way he would. 

You know what you want. It’s the same as what you’ve always wanted, him. 

You wanted to throw caution to the wind and jump in his arms. Matthew, Matt, Matty. Your heart beat in time with the syllables of his name. 

But your brain wouldn’t quiet and you were worried and stressed about the outcome, the reasoning, the what if’s. 

You missed the whole conversation Matt had with Foggy and only looked up from your feet when said your name. 

“I should go. Goodnight,” he said softly. Was it wishful thinking on your part that you thought you heard something in his voice? Something that sounded like desperation, like desire for you to disagree with him. 

Dear god, you wanted to, you wanted to beg him to stay, to come upstairs, to kiss you until you couldn’t breathe. 

But you were scared, what if he didn’t feel the same for you? You had no disillusions about Matt, you knew his history with women. If something physical was all he wanted from you it would break you. 

And what about Foggy? If things didn’t work out between you and Matt then Foggy would be stuck in the middle, miserable without his best friends speaking to one another. And dear god, you couldn’t lose Matt, his friendship and Foggy’s were your lifelines. 

So no, you couldn’t risk it. 

“Goodnight, Matt. Get home safe,” you said, voice as soft and desperate as his. 

He let out a soft sigh and nodded before turning and leaving and the sight of him walking away hurt your chest. It was like you could feel your heart cracking. 

It didn’t matter that you cried yourself to sleep that night and never told any of your friends about it. You still considered it one of the best nights of your life, bittersweet was the least you could expect being catastrophically in love with Matt Murdock. 

And when Karen gave you a framed photo of the four of you from that night you placed it on your nightstand and the same bittersweet smile formed on your mouth every time you saw it. 

You and Matt never talked about the ending of that night and continued on your friendship as if nothing ever happened. Just like the last time he had almost kissed you. 

And it hurt, sure, but just like last time you did your best to move past it and not let the what if’s haunt you. 

Because what is love and joy, without a little heartbreak? 

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[lostaurorax]

from three to five?

pairing | stucky x pregnant!reader

summary | reader finds out she’s pregnant and tells the boys but they all get suprised in the end

warnings | pregnancy and indication of smut

a/n | hi my darlings!!!!! i love stucky with all my heart and wrote this bc i thought it would be super cute! i apologize if their are any mistakes about the pregnancy thing and the ultrasound stuff because quite frankly i know absolutely NOTHING about pregnancy except the basic stuff that everyone knows. anyway i hope you enjoyed this as much as i did writing it!! reblogs and feedback is greatly appreciated <3 feel free to send in requests!!

the minute you found out you were pregnant you couldn’t wait to tell your husbands knowing how happy they would be from countless amounts of times they told you they had wanted to have kids especially with you.

after a romantic dinner that wanda and nat had  thoroughly helped you plan you had come back home to the compound eager for your boys to find out the surprise.

as you walked into the living room wanda and nat were sitting their talking

“ah your back! so how was the date!” wanda said when she noticed your presence

“it was great! we’re gonna call it a night. we’ll see you ladies in the morning.” steve said as he grabbed three water bottles from the fridge and waved to the girls

“good to hear! good night..” nat said winking at you when the boys had turned their backs to them confirming it was all set

“god my feet are killing me!” you said as you took your shoes off and continued walking down the hall to your bedroom

“yeah? change out of that dress and me and stevie will run you a bath alright doll?” bucky said placing his hand on your back as steve was twisting the handle on the door

“okay buck” you said smiling knowing that probably wasn’t going to happen

as steve flicked the light switch on his foot steps came to a halt causing bucky to bump into him

“hey wh-” bucky said before realizing why steve had stopped

their was a bunch of blue and pink balloons scattered around the room, two pregnancies tests lying on the bed with a poster board that said ‘barnes-rogers baby coming soon…’ on it

as the boys turned back to look at you to confirm if what they were seeing was a dream or not it was immediately confirmed when they saw the wide smile on your face

“suprise!!”

after neither of them said anything for a minute or two you turned to walk in front of them

“hey is something wrong?” you said as your mind was racing with scenarios in which they weren’t happy that you were pregnant

as you were about to say something else both boys wrapped their arms around you and you swore you’d never felt more safe

“nothings wrong sweetheart nothing at all. it’s just we’ve dreamed of this day for so long and we can’t believe it’s actually happening.” bucky said as you felt a warm tear hit your face from his

“we love you doll so so much, and we can’t wait to raise a baby with you.”

“yeah?” you said pulling away from the hug to look at them with red noses and tear stained eyes

“yeah” they said in sync just admiring you

it didn’t last long until you were all attacking eachother like hungry animals

the next morning you woke up with two super soldiers on top of you one with his hand on your stomach and one with his hand on your boob

you couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight

as you tried slipping from beneath them to start to get ready you were stopped when weight was pressed on too you and multiple pleas were heard

“doll where are you going? it’s too early stay in bed” steve said as he nuzzled his head into your neck

“stevie we have to get ready.” you said stroking his hair through your fingers still a knotted mess from last night

“ready for what?”he said as you felt his eyebrows knit against your neck

“i have a ultrasound appointment scheduled for today.” you said knowing that would wake the both of them up

and it did like two children on christmas morning

“i’ve got breakfast!” bucky said as he kissed you on the cheek and slipped on some joggers to exit the room

“i’ll start getting ready.” steve said as he ran to the bathroom leaving you their giddy at the idea of your boys being this excited for your tiny human that wasn’t even born yet. imagining what they’d be like when it was born.

it took about two hours for you all to be ready and out of the house with a few arguments on why you shouldn’t drive and they should you ended up winning because they had no idea where the doctors office you went to was.

after about a 20 minute drive you had arrived at the doctors office checking in you all sat in the waiting room until your name was called. as you watched bucky and steve’s face all you could see was nervousness in their eyes as they looked around at all the pregnant moms and how different they all looked. some were earlier on in their trimester some were at the very end.

“you okay?” you asked them placing a hand on each of their knees

“hm yeah yeah we’re good! doing fine doll.” bucky said steve nodding in agreement

“alright we’ll their about to call my name so i wanna make sure your alright to head in their…” you said with a grin on your face

“we’re fine just a little nervous!”steve said kissing your cheek

after 5 minutes had past of you and the boys talking about baby names and you repeatedly telling them the baby would not be named ‘buckeve’ which was a name they had made up between a combination of their names your name had finally been called

“y/n?”

in usion your heads all turned to the voice and stood up

“it’s nice to see you all! please follow me!” the nurse said

you followed her to the room and listens to the instructions she gave you

“okay so your doctor is with any other patient right now but he should be too much longer so what i’m gonna have you do is sit tight for a few minutes and he’ll come in and set you up okay?”

with a nod of your head and a smile the nurse left telling all you have to enjoy the rest of your day and that she hopes everything goes well.

a knock on the door had halted your conversation with the boys

“come in!” you said

“we’ll hello y/n! how are you doing?” the doctor with the gray hair and winkled face said as he smiled at you

“hi! i’m doing well thank you! these are my husbands james and steve!” you said motioning to the men on the right of you as they waved

“ah well it’s nice to meet you! are you excited to see your baby for the first time?” he said as he started setting up his equipment

“yes very excited! a little nervous though.” steve said placing his hand on the back of your beck a gesture he would do that made you feel protected

“oh well i promise there’s nothing to be nervous about! everything will be just fine. now y/n can you pull your shirt up so i can place this cream on your stomach?” he said

“yeah of course!” you said lifting your shirt

“alright this is gonna be a litte cold just wanna warn you!” he said as he went to place the cream on your stomach

“oh yeah that’s cold!” you said as he placed the cream all over your stomach

“sorry about that! alright let me get this all set up so we can see your baby!” he said grabbing the wand part of the ultrasound machine

as the doctor got the machine working he explained to you what he was gonna be doing so you could somewhat understand what was going on.

“alright let’s see here! welp that’s your baby their on the screen! your very early on so it’s only the size of maybe a pea now but it’ll definitely grow quickly!” he said as tears filled your eyes and the boys both stared at the screen in awe

“hang on a minute..” the doctor said immediately wiping the look of joy on your face and replacing it with worry

“is something wrong sir?” bucky asked concerned

“no no nothings wrong! i just think i might’ve made a miscalculation that’s all.” he said giving any context

“and that miscalculation would be….” you said impatient

“looks like your having twins! congrats!!” he said with a massive smile on his face showing off his perfectly straight and white teeth

“twins??” bucky said in disbelief while you still couldn’t speak in utter shock and feeling like the happiest woman in the world

“oh my god…we’re gonna have twins!!” you said looking back at bucky and steve as the realization hit you.

“i’ll get these printed out and give you guys a bit of privacy. congratulations you three! these kids are so lucky to have you all.” he said as he walked out

you all sat their in shock and pure joy for what seemed to be forever before a noise was finally heard

you turned back to see bucky trying to wipe the tears falling from his eyes

“oh buck c’mere!” you said with open arms

“i’m sorry doll i’m just so happy. i never in my life would’ve thought anything like this would happen to me. this is the happiest day of my life! you both make me so happy! i just love you so much doll so so much.” he said sobbing into your neck

“i love you more bucky. i’m so proud of you.” you said rubbing his back as you mouthed ‘i’m proud of you too stevie’ to steve and he smiled knowing without you even having to tell him

as the day went on all the boys could talk about was your babies. what their names would be,their genders,how you would dress them,what their nursery would look like, just basically anything and everything.

you just admired the pure admiration on the boys faces as they talked about your children and you couldn’t believe how lucky you were.