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ੈ✩‧₊“ 𝙨𝙤 𝙞'𝙢𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 ”✧.*

“ i’d wanna hold you, just for a while ”

↳ ❝ ¡love and deepspace zayne x reader centric fic based on 4* doomsday card— early birthday piece!❞

﹥*:ꔫ:*+ﾟ+*:ꔫ:*﹤

zayne was ever the nonchalant person.

even after hearing about the potential doomsday, he continued as if it were business as usual. something about his ability to keep his cool, perhaps it was tied to his evol.

you on the other hand, were not as composed no matter how much zayne seemed to tease.

“you really believe that an article can predict such an event with no substantial proof?” he would chuckle as he threw in another pastry into your shared shopping cart

of course you knew better, but the seeds of doubt and anxiety had already been planted in your mind. rationally speaking there would be more articles about it, more media coverage— but you couldn’t help but feel like the post landed on your feed for a reason. after all if it wasn’t true why did you have to see it?

you continued to chastise zayne who was careless about his sugar intake, as if he didn’t just recently recover from a toothache. at the very least he could’ve waited until it was his birthday where he could have his mandatory sugar.

his birthday.

if the world was set to end today, if a meteor was meant to wipe them and the rest of the world out…

then zayne wouldn’t see his 28th birthday.

the thought was a permanent damper on your mood as you continued to shop for snacks and ingredients for dinner.

it didn’t go unnoticed by him, even as the day dragged on and the two of you were in his home cooking up dinner. it was obvious you were distracted, bumbling about in his kitchen.

“your food’s burning.” he’d murmur as he took the spatula from your hand

“hey..! how can i show off my awesome cooking skills if you don’t let me cook..!” you couldn’t help but huff

“if we keep this up we’d be wasting our last moments cleaning up the kitchen.” he tried to poke fun at the situation but winced when he noticed how you just deflated even more

“i recently bought some new games if you’d like to see..?”

you perked up slightly at the mention of a distraction, giving him a weak smile.

“i’ll give them a look.”

as soon as you left the kitchen and made yourself comfortable on the soft plush of the carpet to look through his video game collection, you couldn’t help but regret leaving his side. perhaps with the impending feeling of doom you couldn’t help but feel clingy.

you looked through the games, some seeming familiar and others not so much. you’d hope looking through the collection would ease your mind or at the very least distract you but you found yourself missing him even more.

what if the meteor hit right this moment and you two were apart—

“you don’t recognize that game because the last time you played you fell asleep.”

his words snapped you from your thoughts as he emerged from the kitchen, carrying two plates. he set the steaming food onto the tabletop as he got comfortable on the couch.

“girl who saves the world is a new one, we can play that one after we eat.” he motioned for you to sit next to him

so that’s what you did, enjoying your (potentially last) meal in his company at peace save for a bit of small talk here and there before the two of you decided to pick up the new game. but even he could tell your typically competitive demeanor was dampened, if anything as time went on— you were more focused on the clock rather than the screen.

each tick of the clock was deafening to you as the uneasy feeling continued to pool in your stomach.

“you’re not exactly any good at this game, not to mention your lack of concentration.” his words pulled your head back up for air

caught off guard you couldn’t help but splutter out in protest, wanting to call him all sorts of ridiculous but you just… couldn’t.

“i have no idea what you’re talking about.” you simply state

“so we’re lying as well?”

you couldn’t help but huff in defeat as you set your controller aside.

“and you’re giving up?”

you scrunch up your face at his words before taking his controller away as well.

“as if you were any better than me— i’m giving up for your sake..! you should just do the same!” you scoff before tossing the two controllers away

zayne could sense your agitation, or rather the anxious feeling that was gnawing at your stomach.

“i’d appreciate it if we avoided breaking my things—”

“how are you so calm?!” you cut him off, finally breaking the tension that was clearly in the air

you felt like your world was in shambles yet he didn’t bat an eye, you didn’t know if you were angry or jealous of his calm demeanor.

“whatever do you mean?”

“don’t be coy with me..!” you poked at his face

“the world’s literally gonna end in like what..? four? five minutes..? and you’re just… okay with it?” his lack of fear was mind boggling to you

he couldn’t help but let out a chuckle as his hand enveloped your wrist to prevent any more poking.

“ah, so that’s what’s been bothering you?” he shook his head in amusement

“it’s not funny..! it’s like you’re not nervous in the slightest!” you protest like it wasn’t fair

“what’s there to be nervous about?” he couldn’t kick the hint of amusement in his tone

“we’ve had our dinner which was plenty filling, speaking of— we should probably clean up…”

his nonchalance was pushing you to your breaking point.

“so what? you’re just okay with this? we could literally die and you’re just worried about cleaning up? do you even care?” you couldn’t hide the frustration and snark in your tone before shrinking back, you didn’t even know why this was effecting you so much and why you were taking it out on him of all people. for all you know, it most likely wasn’t real.

but what if it was?

zayne’s expression couldn’t help but soften as he pulled you closer into his arms.

“so it’s like that hm?”

your throat tightens as you bury your head against his chest.

“it’s stupid… it’s probably not even real… but i’m scared zayne.” you grumble

he runs a hand through your hair in a soothing manner.

“okay, how about this…”

he pulled away slightly to reveal two pieces of the chocolate cake he snuck in the shopping cart earlier, you couldn’t help but tilt your head at him in confusion.

“we can make a wish.”

you immediately think of the birthday he won’t make it to.

“you make a wish… it’s your birthday that’s almost soon anyways.” you grumble burying your head back into his chest

“ah, so that is true.”

he began to ponder quietly.

“i don’t think i have any specific wishes, if anything… i’d say they all came true if i’m being honest.” he hums softly

you couldn’t help but look up at him, your nose scrunched in confusion.

“all we did was shop for groceries and cook… we didn’t even play video games all that much and i got on you for having sweets when you’re not supposed to.” you frown

“what? is that not exciting enough for you?” he couldn’t help but chuckle

“it’s not exciting for anyone! it’s just normal stuff..” you sulk a bit

his hand that was typically cold held a unusual warmth as he placed it on your cheek, guiding your eyes to his.

“sometimes the most mundane things become ever the more precious.” he chuckles softly

“frankly, if a meteor really did hit the earth today… i’d be the happiest man alive because i got to spend it with you.”

you couldn’t help but bury your head into his chest once more.

“don’t say stuff like that, you’re gonna make me cry..!” you huff out

he let out an airy laugh.

“well, we can’t have that— not when there’s just a mere few seconds before doomsday.”

your eyes widened as you immediately take his wrist into your hands to look at his watch, the seconds counting down.

you couldn’t help but panic as you frantically figure out what to do, but big warm hands keep your face in place.

“perhaps maybe there’s one more agent of normalcy we could have before our final moments.” he murmurs softly as he rests his forehead against yours

“i’m afraid.” you mumble out, you wanted to close your eyes but the warmth from his calmed you ever so slightly

“i’ve got you.” the weight of his words hushed the storm in your head before he pulled you close, his lips finding yours

the kiss was a light, fleeting moment— yet it felt like it lasted a million lifetimes.

then he pulled you tight to his chest.

——————————————

it had been almost two hours since the time the alleged meteor was supposed to hit.

zayne stayed awake as he continued to stroke the back of your head as you now laid on top of him against his chest. he didn’t have the heart to pull you from him after the first few minutes and even now, only feeling your grip loosen when he realized you had fallen asleep.

perhaps the stress of it all really did exhaust you.

he couldn’t help but let out a quiet humorous chuckle before pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. you were warm, you were alive. he was alive.

and he’d love you every time like it was the last time.

❀° ┄───╮

a/n: omg does anyone else remember back in 2012 when they said december 12th was gonna be the end of the world? something to do with the mayan calendar ending or something I don’t remember but eight year old me was in SHAMBLES like even the news put fucking meteors in the weather forecast that day it was SICK omg like when i tell you i snitched on myself and then told everyone i loved them before hiding under a table… not my best moment tbh

anywhozies i wanted to capture that emotion because im obviously projecting LMAO, no but seriously you cannot speak to me about the world ending or like apocalyptic events like i’d become inconsolable

also… this is lowkey my contribution to zanye aka love of my life’s birthday! my favorite virgo i love him so much it’s not even funny—

yall school is starting up soon im so cooked but like live laugh love i guess

i’ll see you next time loves 🫶🏾

╰───┄ °❀

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Comparing you to their Ex girlfriend

Kiyoomi Sakusa x Fem! reader; Atsumu Miya x Fem! Reader

Warnings: toxic behavior, swearing, Sakusa and Atsumu being big ole jerks, mention of ex’s, angst to comfort

AN: because I enjoy pain : D

Sakusa

Dating life had been pretty dull before you met MSBY’s famed spiker, Kiyoomi Sakusa. It had taken awhile to get to know him. He was a guarded and rather brass individual, not talking much to anyone outside his small circle. However after weeks of trying and being rejected, you finally were able to break thought his defensive walls. He had finally given you a chance.

Now, almost a year later, you and Kiyoomi had a well established routine. It had taken a while to figure out each other quirks, but soon you were able to function as one unit, living your lives both independently and cohesively.

However, one thing you struggled continuously to get use to was Kiyoomi’s high standards of cleanliness. No matter how hard you tried, you never were able to keep up. You knew it was a big reason why Kiyoomi and you hadn’t taken the next step in your relationship, why you hadn’t yet moved in together. It was often a topic of discussion and many times arguments. Your disagreement’s were never fully settled as you both always managed to run out of steam, knowing this was an issue that wouldn’t be quickly resolved.

You tried you hardest, watching his routine and replicating it as best as you could but it was still never enough for him. Despite all this, you loved and adored Kiyoomi and wanted nothing more than the spend the rest of your life with him.

One night, you were sitting on his couch while you watched a movie. He had been at practice all day and you had just gotten off of work. You spent most of you time at his place, knowing perfectly well that he preferred it. While it was inconvenient at times, you kept clothes and the essentials at his place to make mornings and weekends a little easier.

“They are redoing carpeting in the hallway this week,” Kiyoomi spoke as you looked at him. You knew he had been hoping management would upgrade for a while now so you were thrilled.

“I’m glad! I know you’ve wanted this for a while. You always complain about the stains and stuff so it’s good that they are finally taking notice,” you said as he hummed in agreement.

“Yeah but I’ll have to stay in a hotel for a few days because I won’t be able to have access to my apartment so that kind of sucks.”

You didn’t see this as an inconvenience but rather as an opportunity. You had been waiting to show Kiyoomi how you’ve improved your cleaning skills and you were certain that they were beyond up to his standards.

“You know, you could just stay with me?” You spoke as Kiyoomi looked at you, smiling and then chuckling. Confused, your brows furrowed as you waited for him to speak.

“No offense sweetie but I’ve seen your cleaning skills and I think I’ll take my chances at a hotel,” he laughed. You sat up, looking at him as he stared.

“Omi I’ve been working my butt off to keep my place clean. I do everything you asked and I’ve been keeping in mind the things you taught me,” you said as Kiyoomis face fell. He could tell you were serious.

“YN it’s ok. Cleaning isn’t everyone’s strong suit and it’s obviously not yours,” he replied as you stood up, offended by his words.

“I’m trying my hardest Kiyoomi! I come home, exhausted everyday and I clean. Then, instead of relaxing, I drive over here and spend my nights with you because I know you are more comfortable in your own environment!” You shout as Kiyoomi rolls his eyes m, standing up and walking past you.

“YN you are making a huge deal of this again, we’ve been over this!” He spoke going into the kitchen and plgrabbing his cleaning supplies. You knew he cleaned when he was stress, it wasn’t like his normal routine.

“Omi I’m not trying to-”

“YN just shut up ok?! Just shut up! It’s always something with you! This is always a fight and I’m sick of it! If you were half as good as Becca was at cleaning we’d already be living together!” He growled as you froze, you mouth falling slack as you body went cold. How could he? How could he bring her up? Of everything he could have said, how could he have stooped so low.

You straightened you back, tears filling your eyes as you heart began to crumble, “I’ll never be good enough for you will I Kiyoomi?” Turning on your heels, you grabbed your purse and shoes, walking out the front door.

Leaning on the counter, his anger began to grow, not at you but at himself. He couldn’t believe she had come to his mind, someone he hadn’t thought about in years. Becca had been his high school sweetheart, and he thought she was it. Unfortunately, schedules clashed and his life as a pro-volleyball superstar skyrocketed. He found less and less time for her and she had grown sick of it. Before he knew it, he had come home to an empty apartment, he spare key on the counter with a note that simply rid, “I fell out of love with you.” That was the last Tim he had seen or heard from her again. He figured she’d moved on, found someone who was worthy of her time.

The breakup had broken him in more ways than he carried to admit. He became more reclusive, pulling away from friends and family. He got in the habit of being alone, functioning without someone at his side. That all changed when he met you. You were gorgeous, funny and so outgoing. He immediately found himself attracted to you but he was scared, scare of his heart being broken again, scared he would lose something so precious.

You continued to peruse him, despite his desperate attempts to keep you away. He wanted to be with you, wanted to move on but his fear of being left alone was paralyzing. Finally, he relented and went on a date with you. Soon one turned into two and then three and then six. Your relationship happened effortlessly and he enjoyed every minute of it. He knew he loved you, knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you but he was afraid to make that next step so he kept you at bay with his ridiculous cleaning demands. He knew they were outrageous and over the top but they protected him, they protected his heart.

He stood there, once again in silence as his breathe began to hitch. He had done it again, he had driven the person he lived away. His arms fell to his side as he reached for his phone. He pulled up your contact information and hit the dial button.

The phone rang and rang as you ignored it. You knew Kiyoomi was calling but you couldn’t bare speaking to him, you curled up in your freshly made bed as your tears overwhelmed you. The pain of her name imprinted on your brain as you sobbed.

Kiyoomi had told you about Becca, he had told you why she had left. You knew he was guarded and you were determined to do whatever you could to fix it. You hated how broken he was, how he felt he couldn’t trust anyone. It was a big reason as to why you worked your hardest to live up to his standards, thinking maybe, just maybe, he would let his guard down.

“You’re such an idiot Yn,” you cried as you covered your head up and sobbed deeply.

“Yeah, what’s up?” Atsumu answered as Kiyoomi stood in his kitchen, taking his hand down his face. He had messed up and in a bad way.

“I really fucked update with Yn Sumu. She left and I don’t think she’s coming back,” he murmured into the phone.

“What happened? Did she finally have enough of your bullshit demands?” Atsumu laughed as Kiyoomi sighed.

“We got into a fight because she wanted to me stay with her while my apartment was getting some work done. I thought she was joking but she wasn’t and I kind of threw Becca in her face.”

“You did what??? You asshole!” Atsumu shouted as Kiyoomi pulled the phone away from his ear, “I mean come on dude, YN has been dealing with your bullshit for almost a year now! She does everything you ask of her and all she wants is for you to see that. I think she’s more than shown you she can handle your ridiculous standards dude. Plus she’s probably the most patient woman I’ve ever seen. I mean, literally dealing with you is just as bad as emo Bokuto!”

Kiyoomi didn’t answer because he knew what Atsumu was saying was true. He knew his standards were high and that in a lot of ways, they were just a guard.

“You know she loves you right? She’s not going anywhere Omi. She chased you down for months and she’s stood by you for almost a year, she’s not leaving dude,” Atsumu spoke softly as a tear rolled down kiyoomi’s cheek.

“I think I need to talk to her,” he responded as he heard Atsumu mutter an “mmhmm” before hanging up. He grabbed his keys, locking up before making his way to your apartment.

You groaned as the knocking on your door became obsessive. You had absolutely no intention on answering the door in the state you were in but the person had continued to knock for well over 20 minutes.

With mascara running down your cheeks and you hair in disarray, you made your way to the front door, checking the peephole before opening it.

You saw Kiyooni on the other side, looking visibly upset. Unlocking the door, you swung it open as the smell of cleaning products wafted, hitting his nose smack in the face.

“What do you want?” You growled as Kiyoomi stood there taking you in. You looked like you had been crying, no doubt because of him and his actions. Your face was flush and your hair a complete disaster. Still, you looked absolutely breathtaking to him.

“Can-can I come in?” He questioned, rubbing the back of his head as you turned and headed towards the living room.

“Take your shoes off at least,” you said as Kiyoomi looked around. Your apartment was immaculately kept, everything clean and in its place. Dare he say, it may have even been cleaner than his own place.

Having slipped his shoes off, he headed to the couch. You had sat in the arm chair, indicating you didn’t want to be close to him. He couldn’t really blame you for that.

“I can to apologize Yn. I’m really sorry for everything I said, for how hard I’ve been on you. Honestly, I don’t have an excuse at this point. I’ve been a complete asshole to you. I’ve set my standards and walls so high that I was sure you’d never reach them and every time you did, it kind of freaked me out. I was scared of losing you like I lost her. I was scared of how much I loved you and how much I came to need you in my life. I know you don’t have to forgive me and I don’t expect you too but I just wanted you to know how sorry I am and how much I really do love you.”

Tears fell as you listened to him speak. You knew he was guarded but this was a whole new level. Tears streamed down your cheeks as your eyes met his, “I love you Kiyoomi and all I’ve ever tried to do was show you that. I know how important volleyball is to you and what happened with your ex but I’m not her. I’m not going to to fall out of love with you because your passionate about volleyball.”

Kiyoomi watched you as tears fell, he knew you were being sincere and that you cared for him. He stood up, walking over to you and kneeling in front of you, “YN, I love you and I’m sorry I hurt you. I’m sorry I said those things and pushed you away. I’m sorry I ever gave you a chance or agreed to come stay with you. I shouldn’t have compared you to her. There is nothing to compare Yn, I love you so so much more than I ever loved her and I hope you can find it in your heart o forgive me.”

You smiled softly as you hand went to rest on his cheek, whiling a stray tear as it flowed down, “I forgive you Kiyoomi and I love you so much.”

Atsumu

Your relationship with Atsumu was an interesting one. When you first met him, you thought he was rather arrogant and annoying, not usually someone you’d date. However the more you got to know him, the more he grew on you, leading to your now 6 month long relationship. Sure it had its ups and downs but you were so in love with the un-toned blonde setter.

Atsumu and you both had extreme personalities, which was a double edged sword in your relationship. You both were extremely passionate and loving towards each other but when you fought, oh boy was it a show.

You didn’t fight a lot, usually only when things got serious or you got annoyed with his normal stupidity. You both had separate lives, somehow managing to cohesively combine them to fit each other.

Both being workaholics, you struggled sometimes to find time for each other. Atsumu was at the gym for long hours and you were at your office for equally as long but you always made weekly dates and kept your relationship fresh.

This week, it was your turn to plan your weekly date. Unfortunately for you, you’d been not only extremely run down at work but your period had just started and you weren’t feeling the best. You decided that it would be ok to keep it low key for one week since you usually always went all out. You’d order take out and watch a movie, it was simple but you knew the point of date was to spend time with your man.

When Sumu came home, he noticed you in your pajama’s chilling on the couch as you smiled at him. He looked at you, confused as to why you weren’t ready to go out. “Uh babe, we have date night tonight remember?” He said, removing his shoes and setting his bag down. He had been busy at the gym, exhausted from all the extra work he had been putting in. He was looking forward to going out, enjoying the town and spending time with his girl.

“I thought we could switch things up once! I was going to order take out and figured we could rent a movie,” you smiled as his face fell. You looked at him as he stared at you, wondering why his expression had all of a sudden turned sour

“Babe we always go out. I was looking forward to not being at home,” he complained as you stood up, walking over to him. You could tell he was growing agitated but maybe if you explained then he’d be ok.

“Sumu, I’m dead tired and my period came today-”

“Ok so take a midol or something! We can still go out Yn. You aren’t the only one on this relationship you know!?” he shouted as you reeled. What the actual fuck?

“Sumu what the hell?!? I planned a nice night in because I don’t feel well and you tell me to just take some pills and get over it?”

“It honestly sounds like you were just being lazy Yn. It’s not like it takes that much effort to make reservations or put a little makeup on. I mean you do it everyday for your coworkers so you should be able to do it for your boyfriend!” He shouted as you began growing angry.

“Well I’m fucking sorry for having a uterus Sumu! Heaven forbid I ever fucking inconvenience you with my bleeding and exhaustion but oh wait, I forgot, I’m not perfect like you!” You screamed back as he glared.

“You know, Layla never bothered me with shit like this Yn, she knew exactly what I wanted and she never argued with me!” He spat as you stared at him, mouth agape.

How fucking dare he bring her up? Layla, his perfect ex girlfriend who was a model and absolutely drop dead gorgeous. He knew bringing up her was a low blow and he didn’t even care.

“Well then, why don’t you go back to Layla then if I’m such an inconvenience,” you murmured, standing your ground.

“Maybe I will!” He shouted, grabbing his gym bag, slipping his shoes on and walking out the front door.

It took a moment, just a minute to sink in before your whole world came crashing down. Your hands flew to your mouth as you began to shake, tears threatening to spill as you quickly turned and headed to the bedroom.

You cried as you grabbed your overnight bag and began throwing clothes in it. You couldn’t believe he had said that. How could he possibly stoop so low. Of all the people, why did it have to be her? Your chest stung as you leave with the bare minimum, throwing your purse over your shoulder and grabbing your keys as you frantically made your way to the front door.

You had to get out of here, you couldn’t stay here. Not in this place, not surrounded by pictures of the two of you and definitely not as the afterburn of her name hit you. The thought of him seeking her out to comfort him chipped away at your heart, you couldn’t stomach the thought of Atsumu being with her again.

You turned, looking around one last time before leaving. The tears fell, gathering on your clothes and shoes. The heartbreak you were feeling immeasurable.

Groaning, Atsumu sat in his car thinking about the fight over and over again. He was pissed, fuming actually but surprising, it wasn’t at you. He only had himself to be angry at. He knew he overreacted, knew you didn’t deserve the shouting match he started.

He sighed, getting out of his car and knocking on his brothers door. Osamu answered, giving his twin a weird look.

“I thought tonight was date night?”

“YN and I had a fight,” he spoke as Osamu rolled his eyes.

“Of course you did,” he responded moving out of the way, “what happened in paradise now?”

“Well it was suppose to be date night and instead of planning a date, she decided it would be ok for us to just have takeout and watch a movie,” Atsumu reiterated as Samu stared at him.

“Ok and what’s wrong with that?”

“I wanted to go out but she said she wasn’t feeling good, her period or something. So I suggested she take midol-”

“Bro you didn’t?” Samu spoke, eyes widening as Atsumu stared at him.

“I mean, I guess it was kind of rude but dude I want to go out, I want to do stuff!”

“Ok but maybe Yn wasn’t feeling good. Date nights aren’t about going out, it’s about spending time together,” Samu replied.

“Yeah I guess so,” Atsumu said, thinking back to the conversation, “fuck I said something else too. Something kind of mean.”

Osamu looked at him as Atsumu raked his hands through his hair, “what did you say?”

“Fuck- I fuck! I compared her to Layla,” Sumu said, collapsing on his brothers couch.

“You compared Yn, sweet Yn, to that cunt? Dude she was such a fucking bitch and she cheated on you! What the fuck is wrong with you?” Osamu shouted as Atsumu sat down, hands going straight to his hair.

“I know I know man! Fuck I was just so upset about not going out and I- I guess I overreacted.”

“You think? God Sumu you are so stupid! YN is literally the best thing that ever happened to you! Do you realize how fucking annoying you are to deal with? How much YN puts up with? Do you remember when you found out Layla was cheating? God you were the literal worst! Sakusa, heck even Meian, couldn’t handle you!” Atsumu’s hands went down to his knees as he contemplated everything he had been through.

Atsumu had been single for almost a year when he had first laid eyes on you. After Layla had cheated, he had stuck to mostly one night stands. While they weren’t in short supply, he missed the connection of having someone to care for and love.

The first time he saw you was at a bar, dressed in a skin tight outfit he couldn’t remove from his mind. His plans for you started out like all his other plans but immediately changed when you flatly turned him down. He’ll never forget the look you gave him and the giggle followed by the words, “not in your lifetime big guy.” Those words, the look you gave him were definitely what first attracted him to you and after chasing you for months, he finally wore you down enough for a date.

He was utterly broken after his ex had left, crushed by the weight of feeling not good enough. He didn’t want that to ever happen again which is why he kept all potential flings at a distance m, never bringing them to his apartment and never bothering to learn their names, but when you came into his life, that all changed. He learned that he could love again and that not all women were like Layla.

Atsumu stood up, walking to Osamu’s door and exiting. He knew exactly what he needed to do. He needed to grovel at your feet, beg for forgiveness and pray that you’d find it in your amazing heart to forgive him.

Arriving at your shared apartment, he ran upstairs grabbing the door handle and pushing it, only it was locked. His eyes widened as he again pushed on the knob. Why was the door locked? Did you not expect him to come home tonight? The words hit him like a ton of bricks.

“Well then maybe you should go back to Layla!”

“Maybe I will!”

“Shit shit!” He whispered as he quickly grabbed his keys and unlocked the door, pushing in as fast as he could. The apartment was dark and quiet, something he wasn’t use to.

“YN!! YN!! Baby where are you?!”

He searched the entire apartment, frantically looking for any sign of you. He stopped, his breathe hitching as his mind wandered to the worst.

“No no! Please tell me she didn’t!?” He yelled, running to the closet in your bedroom and throwing it open. The blood drained from his face and his eyes began to water as he slowly backed up. Your suitcase was gone, some of your clothes also.

Scrambling quickly, he ran to his phone on the counter and quickly found your number. “Come on baby, pick up!” He whispered.

“Hello?” You answered, somber in tone and sounding like you had been crying.

“Baby? Oh thank god! Where are you? I came home and you were gone, I was so worried!” He sighed, feeling a little relieved that you actually answered his call.

“Why don’t you go back to Layla? I’m sure she can console you!” You spat as Atsumu whinced. Ok, he deserved that, he definitely deserved that.

“Baby, listen I just want to talk ok? I know I fucked up and I’m so sorry Yn. I know I overreacted and I know my words don’t makeup for what I said but I love you Yn. You are the one I want, the one who helped me to trust again. Please Yn, baby come home,” Atsumu sobbed as you sighed.

“I’m sorry Sumu but I’m not going to come home tonight or for a while. What you said was so hurtful and low. You didn’t think of anyone but yourself Sumu. I told you I wasn’t feeling well, that I was exhausted and you told me to take some medicine and suck it up! Then on top of that, you threw her fucking name in my face! You don’t know how fucking much that shattered me Sumu,” you cried, sucking in a breath as Atsumu listened. He knew he fucked up but this was by far the worst he’d ever messed up.

“Princess please, I know- I know I’m a fucking asshole and I should have never ever brought her up, I was mad and I let me anger get the better of me. Just please, please can we talk about this?” He pleaded into the phone, tears running down his cheeks.

“I’ll talk to you later Sumu,” you sighed, hanging up as Atsumu collapsed to his knees, his body shaking as he tried to process everything. You were gone, really gone.

The next morning, your phone rang as you sighed, bracing for another phone call from Atsumu. You picked up the phone, looking at the caller id as your brows furrowed.

“Hello?” You said as Osamu’s voice filled the receiver.

“Hey Yn, uh I’m really sorry to bother you but Sakusa just called me, Atsumu didn’t show up for practice today. I can’t leave the restaurant right now or I’d go check on him but I was wondering if you were with him?”

You breathe stopped, your mind functioning of auto pilot as you raced from your hotel room to your car.

“YN is everything ok?” Osamu said sounding more panicked.

“I- I left Samu! I left him alone! Oh god, Samu I was so hurt by what he said! I got a hotel room and he called me last night. He told me how sorry he was and I told him I needed time! Oh my god what if something happened to him!”

You were sobbing as your tires squealed, your foot hitting the floor as you peeled out of the hotel parking lot. The tears rolled down your face as you heart sped up, your brain automatically going to the worst possible scenario.

“YN calm down ok? I’m sure he’s fine! Please don’t do anything irrational right now,” Sumu spoke, trying to calm you.

You couldn’t answer as you speed to your apartment, parking and throwing open the car door. You left Osamu shouting into your phone as you as you quickly raced to the door.

Ramming into your front door, you threw it open and we’re greeted with Atsumu standing there, staring at you.

“YN what the hell? Are you ok?” he said as you through your body into his, bracing as you sobbed into his chest.

“Osamu called me and said that you didn’t show up to practice! I thought about our conversation last night and oh god Sumu!” You cried into his chest as his arms wrapped around you, holding you close and rubbing your back.

“Baby, hey it’s ok. I’m ok? I texted Meian and told him I needed a day off. I just couldn’t get you off my mind and the thought of even trying to push you out just hurt,” he said, hugging you tight as his eyes began to well with tears.

“Baby I’m so so fucking sorry! I can’t believe I was so selfish. I know I don’t deserve you but YN, I love you more than anything. You are it for me, the only thing I ever want.”

You pulled back, eyes softening as you quickly placed a kiss on Atsumu’s lips, “Sumu what you said was mean and hurtful and you are the biggest jerk ever but I love you so much and the thought of losing you well, it crushed me more than anything.”

“I promise Yn, I’ll be better for you,” he smiled, leaning down and taking your lips once again.

[honeyshiddendesire]

Dirty Alphabet - Shanks

Shanks x Female Reader

*banner*

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Loves his sleep but loves you more. So expect him to clean you up after whether it’s with his mouth or a nice hot bath for the two of you

B = Breath Play (do they like it done to them or doing the deed)

Both I can see him being a kinky dude 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Creampie enthusiast lol loves stuffing that pussy full of his seed while telling you how pretty you look doing it

D = Dirtiest Kink (what they think is their dirtiest kink)

Daddy kink for sure but not like that simple calling him daddy stuff. Oh no! He wants to see you in the pretty skirts, with the pigtails and remind you that he’s the older one, even going as far as saying, “Be careful sweetie don’t want mommy to hear you.” It’s dirty and deranged and he just can’t get enough of your shocked gasp before you finally give into his dark desire.

E = Exhibitionist?  (Do they like being watched)

Watch him all you want but he’ll tease you the entire time, giving you a nice dirty show. Stroking his cock and telling you to help him out by spitting on his dick so he can glide his palm against himself

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl! Both reverse and regular.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Will tease and crack jokes whenever he can unless it honestly makes you uncomfortable but he’s very much go with the flow.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Groomed pretty nice but likes his happy trail 

I = Initiation (how do they get you going? Vice versa )

Hornball just like all the other red haired men in this show lol Can’t keep his hand off of you whenever you pass by him. Will pull you into his lap and whisper some filth in your ear till you’re the one begging him to take you to your room.

J = Jealous (how do they get when jealous )

Honestly you could try and make him jealous even going as far as having someone buy you a drink and it would backfire on you, tbh he’d probably cheer you on. But if someone gets handsy with you during your little jealousy game then he’ll step in wrapping his arm around you pulling you into the biggest, sloppiest kiss. Once yall get back to the room be prepared for the spanking of a lifetime.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Shanks loves loves lovesss watching you masturbate, make it pretty for him and put on a show and he's gonna melt. He’ll try and sit still till the end but he can’t help himself and will pounce, licking your cunt like a lollipop

Loves spanking you. Hearing you yelp and seeing you squirm as you’re bent over his lap makes his cock so hard. Grinding his cock into your belly as he lays spank after spank on your cute booty, enjoys seeing it move with every smack.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Will literally fuck you anywhere but prefers his comfy bed so you can be your loudest.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

If you bend over to pick something up he’ll materialize right behind you in an instant, or you come behind him and rub his shoulders. If you flirt even a little he’ll become like a pot of boiling water waiting to blow off his steam and load all over you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Won’t draw blood from you so he’ll never be too rough with you. If you happen to be on your menstrual then he’s fine and dandy but if he’s the cause for your blood then he’ll freak out.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Great pussy eater and can spend hours between those pretty legs, using his arm to pin your tummy down preventing you from moving or running away. Loves receiving as well but except him to fuck your face nice and slow while praising you on your perfect skills.

P = Position (favorite position)

Cowgirl - so he can see your pretty face as you work those hips he loves so much

Reverse Cowgirl- Loves spanking your ass as you bounce on his cock, pulling your hair so you arch your back on his cock. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Whenever and wherever you guys can sneak off to he is all for it lol

R = Rope (shibari, bondage? Do they like it?)

Definitely down to try anything. Loves seeing you unable to move as you’re all tied up and isn’t opposed to being the one tied and at your mercy but he’ll still talk like he’s in charge.

S = Sharing? (Are they willing to share you?)

It’s up to you but he’d only share you with Benn of course.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Loves them. Want a vibrator? Then he’ll fuck you senseless while holding it to your clit until you’re shaking and regretting the purchase. Want him to wear a cock ring? Sure he’ll be your victim no problem. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not to unfair but lives to tease and drive you wild

V = Voyeur (do they like to watch)

Most definitely but he’ll only watch for so long before he gets impatient

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Can totally see this man pretending like he doesn’t know you in a bar just to have the excuse to pick you up again. Pretending you’re both cheating on your dear partners until you’re both tangled in the sheets in a lusty sweaty mess. The whole time Benn and the crew will just laugh along with your antics 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Not the girthiest but that man is long and curved poking you right in your special spot. Won’t stretch you too much but you’ll feel him deep in your tummy. Will even tease you by putting his cock against your stomach, winking that that's where he’s about to be.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

When he’s away you’re in the forefront of his mind and the second he’s back on the ship then he’ll drag you off somewhere in a second. If you’re not on his crew and he has to leave then you’re his masturbation material until he finally has you in his reach and returns back to your island.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not quickly, he loves being a gentleman taking care of all your wants and needs and that includes anything you’ll need after a body numbing session but once you’re all good then he’s snoring like a big baby.

[thewriterg]

♡︎nsfw alphabet♡︎

Pairing(s): Miles Morales x Fem!reader,

Summary: Miles Morales Nswf abc’s —flufftober day; 11—

Warning(s): Language, Kinks, college au, and all around NSFW lmao

A/n: —GIF’s aren’t mine— I’m feeling lazy today so *shrug

Aftercare

Miles 100% would want to clean you up even if you made him do all the work in his opinion his Miss deserves the best

(You Also better do your part 🤨)

Body Part

Miles favorite body part of yours is most definitely your hands the way you hold him and when you run them through his hair *chefs kiss

Miles favorite body part of himself will probably be his height like he likes how taller he is then you but you can still bring him to his knees yk?

Cum

He likes to cum inside you he starts going nuts as soon as you clench around him he’s also not against your mouth but kiss him and make him taste himself immediately he’s in love.

Dirty Secret

Just like the rest of the bug boys he wants you to use his own webs against him to tie him up lol

Experience

Probably Gwen and maybe like two other random frat party hook ups

Favorite position

Reverse cowgirl he likes to watch’s your boobs bounce up and down he also wants to see your face so missionary comes 2nd

Goofy

It honestly depends, if you’re letting off some steam or honestly want a intimate serious moment then he can be serious other than that he ready to here 101 sex jokes

Hair

He keeps himself trimmed doesn’t care about yours though he enjoys clear land or carpet :)

Intimacy

Miles is very intimate he could be naive in lots of thing but when your in the mood he catches on pretty fast and enjoys you while he can before you take over

Jack Off

He doesn’t really sees a reason to he has you and no one’s touches him better than you not even himself congratulations y/n he’s hooked

Kink

Praise.

Do I even need to elaborate?

Location

Boobs.

Motivation

When you wear skirts or tighter clothes that shows off your figure he looses his fucking shit and will shamelessly stare at you

No

Hard kinks like bodily fluids and pain not against love taps though

Oral

Miles loves rimming he loves rimming you and he loves when you rim him, he also loves some good bj’s and fingering

Place

Privacy.

Miles does not have any beef with Mr. Good ol’ bed room feeling fancy and need a change is scenery… shower

Quickie

Absolutely.

Miles his a college student he lives off of quickies

Risk

Not a big fan of the thought of being caught it just not something he’s particular or as static about

Sext

Once again college. student.

Miles knows his fair way around dirty talk and sexting and his more confident than In person

Toys

Miles understands that Toys aren’t the enemy they are friends to help but he doesn’t use them quite often

Unfair

You make up to 96% of teasing in your relationship

The other 4%; Miles Tipsy, Miles sleepy, Miles just being miles and rubbing

Volume

Very vocal.

Moans, whines, groans, mewls, you will hear everything

Wild Card

Once Miles were eating you out and was sure he begin to loose consciousness and of course you felt the limpness of his head

You will always be hesitant to face ride after that

X ray

6.5 to 7 inches

Spider genes

Yes

Mark. him. up.

Hickeys, harsh kissing marks, scratches on his back

He will indeed keep coming back to to remark him because he heals so fast

You two are fucking rabbits

Zzz

Unless Miles has had a particularly rough day he always waits for you to go to sleep first drawing shapes on your hip, tangles legs, head scratches, etc.

[alltheworldsinmyhead]

Summary:

Inej decides to teach Kaz a thing or two about work ethic

Or: Kaz is abhorrently Kerch and Inej won't have it

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To her great displeasure but no surprise whatsoever, Inej wakes up alone.

In a vast expanse of the bed, she sleepily pries her eyes open, squinting at the harsh sunlight, only to find no trace of her husband. The other side of the mattress is cold to the touch, the pillow nice and fluffed, the edges of the comforter tucked underneath the bed frame to keep it flat. While she is tangled in messed-up sheets, cotton smooth and warm against her bare legs and stray hairs clinging to her cheeks.

She would very much like to linger some more. Maybe do more than just linger - the bed is very nice and she is feeling very indulgent and lazy. But apparently, Kaz decided to be annoyingly Kerch this morning.

With a grumble, she slips from underneath the covers, sliding onto the floor and reaching for her dressing robe. In the mirror, her reflection blinks at her; she spares it just a glance, busy with undoing her braid but then her eyes come back for a double take. There is a dark bruise of a love bite blooming on her neck, right underneath her ear. It makes her feel hot and clammy in her own skin, to look at it.

She traces it lightly, with her very fingertips, and the smallest of shivers runs down her spine.

Some sounds are coming from the parlor adjacent to the bedroom and she pays a bit more attention to them now, cataloging them one by one. A faint scratch of a pen nib against the paper. A slight clatter of porcelain. A muffled cough. She thought Kaz went out on business, or to his office possibly - but, evidently, he's still right here, behind the door. Left her to have a lie-in while he's doing his work, because duty before pleasure, always.

She smiles at the thought. But aren't marital duties the most important ones of all?

She decides to stay in her nightgown. Decides not to tie her robe at the waist either; it is pretty blue, like the sky in the countryside, like little meadow flowers that Kaz, in an uncharacteristic bout of sentimentalism, once sent her pressed between the pages of his letter. She tilts her head just slightly and the garment slips, silk sliding down her skin like water and exposing the curve of her shoulder.

She lets it be as well.

The carpet is rich, thick underneath her bare feet; the air smells of flowers and wood polish. Not home, but nice. Very nice. She dares even say fancy. A fancy, upscale hotel room in a fancy part of Ketterdam where they had dinner the night before and then decided to book a room.

Just another of these little luxuries Kaz showers her with when she's back from the sea, hoping, possibly, to entice her to stay longer and longer. He thinks he's being sneaky when he's transparent like glass and she indulges him in his efforts. But it's all so silly, really. There is only one luxury that can manage to keep Inej ashore and it is right behind the door - the door that she opens soundlessly into another sunny room wallpapered in cream and filled with elegant furniture of cherry oak. There is a chaise lounge, a small table with a vase of red tulips on it. An armchair with some strategically placed fluffy pillows.

And, of course, a round breakfast table, set with two plates, two porcelain cups. Two platters of food, one empty save for some crumbs and one hidden underneath a metal cover, to keep it warm. And there’s her husband, already dressed sharp in his suit and tie and with his hair neatly slicked back at eight in the morning, writing something on pages neatly laid out in front of him, a cup of steaming coffee in his free hand.

His eyes find her seconds after she steps into the room, sliding over her body absent-mindedly before they lock with hers.

“Did you sleep well?” He asks, one corner of his mouth rising just slightly when she crosses the floor towards him.

He's already clean shaved and she tries not to make a face at that. She decides to make her displeasure known through not leaning down to kiss him. Instead, she drops on her chair and reaches for the teapot.

“Yes,” she pours in the tea, then adds some milk from a charming porcelain creamer. Swirls the spoon inside the cup and then licks it clean. “Did you?”

Kaz taps his pen against the wood. “Yes.”

“Good,” she smiles. Stretches her legs out underneath the table, feeling how her nightgown slips up. The table is small: he must feel the warmth of her, the proximity of her, like a phantom touch. “What are you writing?”

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[tinytennisskirt]

A Chaotic Reunion: Part Two

Part 2 Summary: A continuation (find the first part here). ChildhoodBest friend!Art visits the reader's gallery before it opens and asks reader on a date only to have it ruined by Patrick, who is going through something. Things are unconventional, but Art still ends up in the reader's bed by the end...

Warnings: Patrick being suggestive, drunk Patrick, (touching, kissing with Art)

You woke up earlier than usual, nerves, somehow waking you before the alarm. But you used your time wisely. You showered with the good soaps and sprayed your perfume fresh out of the steam. You got ready, fixing your hair up and doing your makeup. You got dressed in your regular business casual work clothes, style, but comfort first.

Julie was up and chatting like she didn't get home and crash on her carpet before you and your other roommate saw and pulled her into her bed. She had a miraculous luck that never let her be hungover the next day, you joked that she was the drinking messiah.

“You’re heading in early?” She asked, passing you a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with cucumbers on the side for breakfast. Not the usual, but it was fun enough.

“Yes, I have a friend coming to see the art and I thought he would like it better if it was just us. Without me having to tend to the potential buyers who you know can be a pain in the ass." You told her. Your other room main Shailene hummed.

“That guy from last night?” She grinned.

“There was a guy?”

You chuckled, “Yes. An old friend though, genuinely. From childhood. His name is Art, he’s a… tennis player in town for a tournament, I think."

“Art Donaldson,” Julie said. It didn’t sound like a question.

“Yeah?” you said, surprised. “How did you know that?”

She looked disbelieving, “The only Art in tennis I know is Art Donaldson, no way that’s your childhood friend- he’s hot, Y/N. He’s mega-hot, no way.” Shailene laughed from the kitchen as you ate your food.

“He is mega-hot, Y/N,” she chimed in. “He was totally eyeing you down too, I saw from when I was approaching that man was down bad.”

“He was not,” you laughed. He might have been. Your boobs comment from the night before rang out in your brain and so did how he reacted. Hmm… maybe he was, but not majorly. You weren't ugly, you couldn't rule it out entirely. “But I’m showing him the gallery is all.”

“Mhm,” Shailene hummed again.

“Okay, shhhh,” you said, setting dishes aside and going to the bathroom to brush your teeth. You heard the girls out in the living room whispering about looking up his tennis highlights. You shook your head- you’d gone to sleep last night watching those. “See you later!” You called to them as you spun out the door. Best to avoid more interrogation and just let the morning unfold.

You drove over and opened as usual, keeping the sign on the door saying closed. You ensured everything was tidy and clean and just as beautiful and colourful as the days before. You went through a few gallery emails, replying and sending. And on time, there was a knock at the door. You fixed the sleeves on the black long-sleeve shirt and adjusted the square neckline dip as you walked over to unlock the door.

“Hey,” he said. He had two coffees in hand, iced coffee. “Good morning.”

“Good morning,” you answered with a smile. He smiled right back and extended you an iced coffee. You were glad it was iced, hot coffee on a warm morning would just feel too corporate. And gross. “Thank you! You didn’t have to.”

“I’m not bringing nothing for the woman giving me a private tour of her gallery. Plus, I need it after last night," he said. You moved out of the way so he could come in. His eyes widened as he met the colourful surroundings of the gallery. “Wow- this is amazing.”

“My team and I hand-pick everything,” he spun and looked at you. You put a hand to your forehead, “I’m in work mode. My friends, my roommates and I we pick the art. We went with a theme of colour because we thought it is one of the most universal things about art is that there is colour. Sometimes shade, but when you think art, you think colour.” You gestured to everything. “An ode to that.”

He listened to you intently and walked with you as you showed him the gallery, piece by piece explaining things. He would joke, you’d joke back, and the banter was sweet and easy. You caught up on life, more. Talked parents and school and local town things. You sat on a bench overlooking one of your biggest pieces. “It’s nice to speak to someone not so involved in tennis.” He said, looking over at you.

“I was thinking I didn’t bring it up enough,” you replied, eating the ice out of your finished coffee. “Really?”

“Yes, really,” he nodded. He turned more your way so that your knees touched. “Everyone in my life talks about tennis more than their own children, family, accomplishments. Even I talk about it too much. You and the art here- it’s been good to hear about something like this.”

“I’m glad the gallery could be your escape,” you said. “And I’m happy you like it and I will GLADLY speak about anything other than tennis because I know nothing other than hitting a ball back and forth.”

He laughed, “Perfect. That’s all you need to know.”

“Oh phew,” you sighed. It was nearing opening, you heard your roommates come in downstairs. His head turned. “I’m glad you came to see it though. Escape or no escape.”

“Me too. It’s really impressive what you have here for yourself. And it’s been great seeing you, everything you’re doing is amazing and beautiful.”

“Thank you.” Your eyes met his, blue with bits of brown, those long eyelashes. “I wasn’t even sure what I was doing was worthwhile.”

“Probably more than,” he replied. “This gallery is amazing and you're doing it with your friends? Most people can't say they love what they do let alone that they do it with people they like and actually know. I'm jealous, honestly. But I know you open soon, so I should probably be on my way... Do you get off at nine?

“Most days,” you replied. “I can leave a bit earlier today since I started and did the opening process an hour before we opened. And thank you. I needed to hear something like that."

“Always." He said, standing. You stood with him, taking a second to toss your empty cup into the nearby bin. "-And perfect- I was wondering if you wanted to get dinner? Late… dinner. With me.” He asked, hands shoving themselves into his pockets. Your eyes widened a bit. Was he asking you out? “Is there a local place maybe? I’d love to be shown around a bit more if you have the time.”

“Of course- I-“ you fought a wide grin. “I’d love that. There’s a little Italian place just a few doors down from here or there’s an Indian place two blocks from here… or the sushi place a bit closer to my apartment. They’re all open late.”

“Sushi sounds good,” he said, standing up. “So do I call the number on the business card when I pick you up here at 8:10?” He flipped the card between his fingers.

You chuckled. He would pick you up? From work? That was his plan… “Oh, here- you grabbed the card from him, took the pen from your belt loop, and scribbled your number out for him. He grinned his crooked grin and your heart fluttered just a bit. “I’ll see you, then.”

“Sounds perfect,” he said. You both headed down the stairs of the gallery, past your friends who were doing a bit of near-afternoon filing. “I’ll call. Thank you for this, I think I needed it and I will for sure be back.”

“Sounds perfect,” you echoed. “See you later.”

He kissed you on the cheek before saying goodbye and exiting out the front. You turned around and the second he was no longer able to hear, both Julie and Shailene squealed. “The cheek kiss? So cute!” Shailene said, raising her hands above her head. “He so wants you, I honestly wouldn’t have minded if you two went at it against the Rosenthal in the corner.”

“That’s enough,” you smiled.

“Is it?” Julie asked. “Not so much as a kiss?”

“It’s 11am!” You said. “Who kisses someone at 11am? Besides it’s a bit different, we have so much history. Childhood together versus now, I think I’m having trouble not seeing the little blonde boy who would burp for a laugh." That wasn’t true, that image faded last night as you dreamt about him. There was no more little boy in Art.

“Okay, but what was that ‘see you later’ business?” Shailene asked.

“He asked me to dinner,” you started. Both girls opened their mouths to speak. “It’s probably friendly! I have no idea what his intentions are. He said he’d pick me up at 8:10, if I can get off early tonight- is that okay with you guys?”

“More than,” Julie squealed. “I’ll stay at my boyfriend’s tonight, Shai, you can come with me if you want? I have clothes you can wear there.”

“Hold on-“

“He’d be fine with that?” She asked Julie. Julie nodded excitedly.

“Perfect,” Julie said.

“I’m not bringing him back to the apartment!” You said. These girls were too forward sometimes. “We're just catching up."

“That’s what the early opening was for? That’s what dinner is for?” Julie stated, as if it was common sense. “Shai and I are more than happy to get out for a night. You deserve some good sex.”

“How would you even know if he’s-“

“He’s a tennis player! There’s gotta be some force there.” She continued. “You can run home on lunch break and get one of my dresses if you like. Or anything. Just don’t wear work clothes, you won’t be able to let loose that way.”

You nodded. Shailene grinned. “Maybe wear that midi-dress with the slit up the thigh. Ooh, with the red mary-janes!”

“Ooh,” you smiled. “Okay, okay. I’ll go on lunch.”

“I’m so excited for you!” Julie clapped. It was a matter of getting through the day. All day, you three talked about him and your childhood, what drove you two apart, etcetera. At lunch you went home and grabbed the clothes and some of your makeup to touch up on. You worked the rest of the day with a few buyers coming in. It neared 8 and the girls were still just as excited.

Your phone rang. “Is that him?” You asked? You were in the bathroom in a spare moment just getting changed and touching up.

“It’s him!” Shailene ran your phone to you. You smiled and picked up.

“Hey,” you said.

“Uh- hey-“ he sounded preoccupied, you could hear he was in the car. “So I really was looking forward to dinner with you, but my best friend is going through something right now and he is inconsolable in the manly way, which if you know what that’s like, he might be a bit out of control.”

He was cancelling? You shut the door to the bathroom. “That’s okay, I understand. Are you cancelling?”

“I don’t really want to, so if you’re fine to meet a friend, I would love to see you still. I just can’t leave him alone, you know?” He said. “I am so sorry, Y/N. This is the opposite of what I wanted for tonight and I completely understand if you would rather it be just us. We can reschedule."

You shook your head as if he could see, “No, that’s so admirable that you’re keeping him close. Don’t be sorry whatsoever, I promise it’s okay. And if you don’t want to cancel, I’m still free.”

“You promise it’s okay?” He asked. “I am so so sorry I would usually never do this, I promise I will make it up to you.”

You laughed, “It’s endearing! I don’t mind. He’s okay though?”

“He’s okay but on a level where I’m not sure what he’d do if I wasn’t around,” he replied. “I’m picking him up right now, I’ll be there in ten if you still want me?” Of course, you did. It was unconventional, but it was okay.

“Sounds good,” you replied. “I’ll see you soon. Don’t worry too much, okay?”

He chuckled, “I’ll try. See you soon.”

You said goodbyes and hung up. You I immediately updated your girls on the situation and they were disappointed but were sure it would still be good. And soon enough, Art’s car pulled up outside and thank god, his friend wasn’t in the front seat. You waved goodbye to your friends, grabbed your purse, and left, getting into the car. It was nice, clean.

“Hey, you look-“ he started, “Wow.”

“I didn’t want to wear work clothes out or I’d feel like I was still at work,” you told him. You turned in your seat to face another man. He seemed tall, with dark curls, and a bit of facial hair. You recognized him as Art’s tennis partner.

“Patrick,” he said, giving you his hand to shake. You shook it, he smiled.

“Oh, I know,” you grinned. “I’m Y/N- wow, two tennis stars in one car.”

“Okay, as if.” Art said, putting the car in drive again. “No tennis talk, for both mine and Patrick’s sake.”

“Done,” you said. “I don’t have enough tennis content in my head to remark on anything anyways. So the sushi place is just by my apartment, if you take a right up here, then pass two streets and a left, then you’re there.”

“Perfect,” Art said. “How was work?”

“Not too busy today, we had one of our regular buyers in today and sold two pieces to him, but the rest was marketing, emails, and planning for a gallery event.”

“What kind of event?” Patrick asked from the backseat. You half-expected him to stay quiet from the greeting that was just his name.

“Oh, it’s a bit of a sale where the proceeds go to a local children’s hospital for funding,” you told him. “Every year me and my coworkers put it on and it’s usually pretty successful.”

“That’s impressive,” Art said.

“And considerate,” Patrick added. “You’re big on charity?”

“When I can be,” you replied, and you turned back to Art. “The event is in a few weeks, lots of shrimp, so if you want to come just let me know.” Art looked over at you with a soft smile.

“I’d like that,” he replied, seemingly happy that you’d invited him. You smiled back. “You’ll have to send the details.”

“I will for sure,” you told him. You got to the place in no time and Art parked the car. “This is it. It’s a cute place, open late, I can’t tell you how many times me and my roommate have had a random craving at 1am and came down for sushi. That’s my building right over there.” You pointed across the street.

Art looked over, getting out of the car, then back to you, eyes lingering on your dress. “They’re open that late?”

“Yeah,” you laughed. “And the sushi is amazing.”

Patrick got out of the car and rose to be about as tall as you imagined. He was a bigger guy than you had observed from the dark of the back of the car. More muscle mass to his body, visible in his t-shirt and cargo shorts. “I’m starved.” Is all he said. You looked at Art and he mouthed another ‘I’m sorry’ and you laughed quietly, hitting him gently in the arm.

You all headed in, got a table, and started ordering immediately. Patrick wondered what the Japanese alcohol was like and ordered some for the table. You didn’t feel much like drinking, but it was headed to the table anyway. You and Art filled Patrick in on all the details of the games you played as kids and he took pleasure in teasing Art about playing the ‘girly’ games.

“Hey, I looked good in the princess shoes,” he said as Patrick reached over and ruffled his blonde hair.

“It’s true. And there was no way I’d let him pretend to be a prince because that meant we would have to kiss, because you know that’s what princesses and princes do,” you said. Patrick chuckled. "- And he rocked the crown and dress as well.”

“A crown and a dress? You were her bitch at age nine?” He laughed at Art, who pretended to hide his face. “I’m impressed, but I’m not surprised. I mean look at her now. Big-time gallerist who runs charity events.”

You pretended that didn’t land as if it was flattery, blinking it off. Art raised his head. You ate another California roll.

“Yeah,” Art said. “It’s not like she didn’t play guns with me.”

“If you ended up a princess and she ended up with a toy gun, that’s a bit telling.” Patrick added. He poured himself a bit of the drink he’d ordered for the table. It was more than a cup.

“He was a bit under my thumb… I was a bossy child,” you joked. Art nodded and smiled. Patrick downed his drink. “I’m not so bossy now.”

“Oh, that’s too bad,” Patrick grinned a wide grin and part of it was suggestive.

“Is it?” You questioned.

“I’d say so. I think Art would agree. Nothing is wrong with a bossy woman as long as it stays-“

“Okay…” Art said, almost dismissive.

“Hm,” you hummed. You tried the drink, but it was bitter, not for you. Patrick picked up that you hated it from the look of disgust and poured your share into his cup. “I’m collaborative, I think. You’d have to ask my friends because now I’m rethinking.”

“Collaborative is okay too, I don’t complain,” Patrick said, drinking more. He had a slight smirk on his face. Art shook his head and looked at you, your mouth stayed a little open from the words you'd just heard. “You know Art told me he ran into you but he didn’t say anything about how gorgeous you are.”

You felt a bit cornered, your cheeks feeling a faint bit of pink just from the situation. Art rubbed his eyes and rested his chin on his fist, pouring himself a little bit of the alcohol and drinking it. “Thank you,” you replied. “I wish I could reply with anything of the sort but I wasn’t expecting anyone else with us tonight.” You tried to laugh it off.

“Okay, Patrick,” Art came in, dismissive again. “Come on.”

“What?” He said, hands up in questioning. “You said dinner with a friend- I didn’t picture someone like her. You can’t tell me she’s not gorgeous.” The bottle was somehow more than half-gone. You weren’t sure what to say.

“She is- but Patrick, please.” He urged him quietly and you pretended not to hear. Patrick was for sure tipsy and was for sure flirting. All you focused on was the ‘she is’.

“Me? Come on? You’re all stiff, Buddy.” Patrick downed another cup you hadn’t even seen him pour. You understood what Art meant by going through it- something was up with him for sure. “Look at her, look-“

“Thank you,” you said again. Art looked at you apologetically. You took back the bottle of alcohol and drank right from it, just a swig. Disgusting but you probably needed it. “And thanks for coming, honestly. It’s been good meeting you.”

“You’re scaring her away, Artie,” Patrick said, ruffling Art’s hair again. Art looked embarrassed, to say the least. The Japanese alcohol was surprisingly strong. You guessed that was why it was so bitter. Patrick must have been well on his way to full drunk if a swig brought a fuzz to your vision for a moment. It passed.

“I think we should get out of here,” you said. Art nodded immediately. He got up faster than you could and went to the counter to pay. You couldn't even object. Your eyes followed him, tracing your eyes over the long-sleeve dark green shirt he was wearing with pants that looked really nice on him. You wondered if that was what he wore to games- it was nice- but looked comfortable. You wished he wasn’t paying.

You looked back at Patrick, who had just finished off the bottle when you weren’t looking. You were in trouble now. “You really are gorgeous. Are you single?”

“Uh- I am, but-“

“I’d love to take you out,” he said. “I’ll ask Art to send me your number.”

“Maybe…”

“Are we done flirting with Y/N?” Art said, coming back with a huff, sliding a card back into his wallet.

“Hardly,” Patrick grinned. You couldn’t help but smile at that response, it was funny. Art helped Patrick up, letting him lean on him. Art’s eyes practically projected an essay of apology. You were watching the alcohol sink in slowly to Patrick, he was getting worse, it seemed. And when you got into the car, Art put the key in the ignition and the car did not roar to life. It sputtered.

“Fuck!” Art exclaimed. “I knew I should have taken her in earlier. I’m sorry, the car has been on its last legs for a month or two now and I was going to get it fixed, but I put it off-“

“It’s okay,” you told him, hand on his upper arm. “Does it need a jump?”

“I’m not even sure if that would save it,” he laughed, almost, but it sounded fake. Patrick’s laugh from the back seat was very real. “Fuck, I’m sorry guys. I’ll call a cab.”

“Do you want to come back to mine?” You asked. “Just across the street, you can crash there if you’d like. My roommates are out tonight.” Might as well make use of the empty apartment.

“Really? I don’t want to impose,” Art said. He looked you dead in the eyes, looking for something genuine in you, almost disbelieving you'd be so kind to take in his fucked up friend.

“I wouldn’t offer if it wasn’t what I wanted. It’s probably best we get him somewhere secure fast- he’s had a lot.”

With a nod, you and Art got out of the car and started pulling a drunken Patrick out and over to the apartment. You and Art tried your best to ignore every pass he was making at you, calling you pretty, saying your nicely the colour of the dress went with your skin, talking about the slit of the dress. And you dealt with it all the way up the elevator and as you unlocked the door.

Patrick stumbled in and Art guided him to the couch. “Colourful,” Patrick said, “But bright.”

You dimmed the lights with the dimmer and shut the door behind you. “We keep some art here. Stuff we’ve bought, thrifted, found."

Art took a second to look around. “It’s nice. Really nice,” he said. Patrick sat up on the couch and looked around for a remote. You tossed it to him. “Which room is yours?”

You pointed to the one at the end, “Second biggest room. We drew straws.” You told him. Patrick looked like he had no idea how a remote worked. He put it down and got up, staggered and swaying. You looked at Art and Art looked at Patrick.

“Can I talk to you?” He asked you, dismissing Patrick. You nodded and pulled him to the kitchen just a bit more away from the drunk stranger in your living room. The second you were alone, he put his hands to his head. “I am so sorry about this. It’s one thing to bring your friend out when you ask a girl to dinner, but another to have him off his ass and go back to her apartment because your car decides to kill itself.”

“Art-“

“I know- because you’re kind and you’re sweet and perfect- that you don’t mind, but that doesn’t mean I don’t. You have no idea how sorry I am for all of this, but I promise you I’ll make it up to you.” He said, eyes on yours, his hands on your upper arms the same way they were when you bumped into him. Gentle, soft. “Thank you for this though, I really appreciate you giving us somewhere to go and I swear it won’t happen again.”

“I do promise it’s okay,” you reassured him, fighting the urge to laugh. He was sweet, worried, but sweet. “Thank you for apologizing though it’s not needed. Shows your character.” He smiled a little, but his eyes widened. You felt a hand on your waist, less gentle, less asked for. Not the hand you wanted there...

“Patrick-“

You turned, stepping away from his grasp. You didn’t know what to do or say. “You smell amazing,” he said, slight slur to his words. “Do guys ever tell you that?”

“Not often,” you replied. “What’s up?”

“Can’t get the TV to work,” he replied. “But if you have any idea of what we can do instead, I’m all ears.” He was so drunk. Japanese alcohol was a quick fix, apparently.

You slipped past and back into the living room, followed by the men. You could hear Art whispering to Patrick behind you as you grabbed the remote and turned the TV on.

ART DONALDSON US OPEN HIGHLIGHTS

In bright white splayed across the top of the screen started playing. You covered your mouth and closed it as fast as you could. You forgot your roommates were watching that this morning- your heart skipped a beat from humiliation.

Fuck. You put on the first thing you saw, some cop comedy movie. You turned it down enough for it to be background noise and Patrick crashed on the couch again. And he was silent.

Art walked over to you, “US OPEN highlights is crazy,” he said quietly, leaning on his arm against the wall you had your back to. “I have better games than that.”

“Mmm, so you saw,” you replied, voice hushed. You felt your cheeks flush just slightly. “My roommates were watching it once they found out you were coming to the gallery early.”

“So they know all about me then. They’re fans,” he said, fake-boasting. You smiled and shook your head. "Sometimes I hate tennis. I can never be mysterious and unknown."

“They think you’re hot mysterious or not. They’re a fan of anyone who is hot. You should have seen how my roommate Shai got about the hot mailman from downstairs- she practically made a fanpage. I swear we had a shrine for him somewhere.” You told him.

“And I don't get a shrine yet,” he laughed. You two kept quiet, leaning against the wall behind the couch. Patrick stayed quiet.

“Tennis player is somewhere high on Shailene’s list, I’m sure I could set you up,” you shrugged.

“What, that’s crazy. You don’t think I’m hot?” He teased. “Is it the crooked smile? I’ve been told it’s crooked.”

“Nobody hates the crooked smile, I promise.” You told him. And that exact crooked smile crept up his face. You smiled back. “I think it’s quite nice.” You added.

“Oh just nice, hm. That’s like me saying you look good.”

“Do I not?” You prodded. “And I said ‘quite’ nice.”

“No, no, you look quite good,” he replied. You smiled and hit him in the arm playfully. “I hate saying it because I know Patrick beat me to it, drunk and all, but you do look gorgeous. And I’m sorry it wasn’t just us tonight.”

“I know you’re sorry, but it’s not the end of the world. You are allowed to stop being sorry, I swear it’s okay,” you replied. Patrick coughed loudly. “Here, come in-“ you stepped into your room and turned on the lowlight lamp in the corner, casting dull orangey light around your room. You sat on your knees on your bed and he sat with you. “My room.”

He shut the door and looked around. And he was gorgeous, observing the things in your room. How he looked under the golden lamp light, over his features, over his curls. You were alone. He looked at you, “Your room is so comfortable.” He said. "I'm too used to empty hotels with fluorescents."

"Yuck, I couldn't live if the only lights I had were white, they need to be warm or I feel like I'm at the doctor."

"Oh, it's the worst. Especially trying to wind down at night, even the lamps buzz with the same feeling as the dentist." He said. "You have so many books and... so many pillows." He chuckled, referencing the pillows on your bed, on your desk chair, in the corner of your room. He sat on the bed next to you, close to you, still observing. You watched his jaw as he looked up at the ceiling to your stain glass light fixture and the art on your walls. It was silent with the low rumbles of the voices on the tv just outside your room.

It hit you harder, in the silence of the room with the closed door, that there was nobody else here with you. No Patrick in the room. Nothing between you two. You felt a bit like you’d just put down a baby to sleep, finally.

“Is it also hitting for you that we are alone for the first time? I feel like we just put Patrick down.” Art turned to look at you, shifting his body a bit on the bed.

Your eyes widened, “I was thinking the same thing! Like he’s a child we sent to bed finally.” You laughed.

He laughed. “Exactly!” He had a nice laugh. You leaned forward into each other as you laughed and his hand rested itself on your knee. Your forehead touched his shoulder just barely.

And surprisingly the laughing lasted a lot longer than you imagined. Every time either one of you tried to catch your breath you’d just start laughing again and it was contagious and all-consuming.

But it ended the second he kissed you.

His hands slipped over your jaw and around your ears and he pulled your face to kiss, lips meeting perfectly in the centre. It was sudden but it was natural and it was easy and you kissed him back immediately, slow, compared to the pace of the day. His hand slowly slid from your jaw, down your neck, to the back of it. Your hand slid down his chest and around his back.

He didn’t stop, he didn’t pull away. He just got up on his knees, kiss unbreaking, just as strong, and leaned you back so your head hit your pillows gently. He situated himself above you, kissing you and kissing you right. The way he kissed was better than anything you’d ever had, it was gentle but still strong and wanting as his hands traveled down your waist and yours migrated to around his neck. The giggling had ended for sure as he kissed the side of your mouth, then your cheek, your jaw, over your ear, your neck. Your hand slid up into the back of his hair, finding a grip on the curls.

Your legs wrapped around him, your leg slipping through the slit in the dress, pressing against him. His hand slid down your thigh and over your near-bare hip. his grip on it perfect. If you could have pulled him closer you would have, but in this circumstance it would mean something you weren't quite ready for tonight.

He kissed your neck and collarbone softly, nose grazing your skin as he went along, soft lips pressing to each point until they met yours again. Hungrier, faster, he gripped your hip harder, but enough. His hand slipped further up your dress through the window of the slit, hand on your waist now, your underwear the only thing under it, but ignored by him. He was touchy but in the right way, hand on waist, hip.

You sighed heavily as he kissed over to your ear again, lower lobe, just behind your ear, moving your hair out of the way. It sent goosebumps trailing over your skin.

But you couldn’t help but giggle, the laughter from earlier catching up. He stopped and he moved back over you, face to face. You kept giggling and kissed him once more, a small peck. He grinned. “What’s so funny?”

You laughed again, just a giggle. He kissed you again and you both rolled over in the bed toward the wall and you nearly hit your head but it just made things funnier. He laughed too, placing a hand behind your head to keep it from hitting the wall again. You sat over him, hair falling in both yours and his face. “What’s so funny?” He asked again, but he was laughing now too. And you kissed him again. Just as strong, just as passionately, quieting things again.

Patrick stayed quiet for the rest of the night, presumably passed out on the couch. You and Art spent the rest of the night laying together and talking more, the way you would have if your date earlier had gone well. Talking, kissing freely, a lot of laughter but enough shushing as to not wake Patrick or anything.

"You do smell really good," Art said, brushing your hair behind your ear.

"The communal date-night bodywash bottle," You told him. He found that really funny. "And vanilla perfume."

You kept laughing, talking, connecting. It was easy, like you'd never parted ways. But eventually, he fell asleep. You followed soon after and fell asleep with him, your head on his chest. And it was a rocky, but good night in the end. A good place to resume not only friendship but maybe something else. You’d have to wait and see.

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𝐀𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 || ‘𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐞’ Chapter VI

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Abandoned. After going through hell and back together, she was left there to fend for herself. Y/n felt as though they’d left her in the dust at the facility. A facility that had taken young gifted children raising them in secret. The eight of them had been taken as children and grown up together at the facility and just when it they had the chance of escaping they made one crucial mistake, leaving her behind in the dust. One big mistake they hadn’t forgiven themselves for, and she would make sure they’d never forget it.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Nct Dream ot7 x Reader.

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Angst, Fluff, Mystery, Psychological, Supernatural, Thriller, Trauma, Weird Humor.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Angst, abandonment, mild fighting, trauma, tension.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6,1k+

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: This does not depict an accurate picture of Nct Dream and this is strictly fantasy/fiction for entertainment purposes.

A dull buzz of white noise from the intercom was the only thing that could be heard through the room, shrouded in darkness. Even her breaths were silent.

“Good morning, today is the first of December, it is currently 5:30 a.m. You have half an hour to start completing your morning tasks in order to get ready for the day before check in.”

Like clockwork the voice rang through the intercom causing it to come to life, the lights in her room automatically turning on. A harsh white colour, that illuminated the whole place. Yet the figure laying in bed stayed still, though only for a moment before her muscle memory kicked in causing her to sit up in her bed.

Getting out of bed, making sure to fold and neatly place the sheets and pillows as if she’d not laid in it previously. Before moving almost robotically towards the bathroom attached to her room. Pushing the shower curtain aside and turning the warm tap on full blast, steam rising and fogging the room.

She scrubbed at her skin harshly not taking in the heat nor the fast pace she washed herself at. Only going through the steps burned into her head from the beginning. The facility was all she knew, this was all she would ever know.

Stepping out of the shower, making sure her feet landed on the shower carpet not to get any water on the clean white tiles. Drying herself off, not shivering at the cold air rushing over her skin after drowning her skin in boiling water. Skin not even tinged red from it.

“Good morning, today is the first of December, it is currently 5:45 a.m. You have fifteen minutes to finish completing your morning tasks in order to get ready for the day before check in.”

The intercom crackling to life once again, the dull voice reminding those inside the facility of the remaining time before check in.

She did not flinch at the sudden voice, having already expected it. Instead she completed drying her hair before moving to slip on her morning uniform. A deep rich blue jumpsuit.

Zipping it up easily before moving towards the bathroom mirror to brush through her now dry long rich brown hair. Having not been able to cut it since she could remember. Pulling her hair up into a high ponytail, making sure there was not a hair out of place.

“Good morning, Check in will commence in two minutes, those not finished or at check in will be reprimanded.” The intercom with the man’s dull voice spoke again just like clockwork, it would ring one more time, that she knew.

As the intercom spoke she was already standing in front of the door, hand itching to grab at it but waited for the man’s voice to finish speaking as it would be fruitless to try beforehand. Once finished speaking over the intercom a clear click was heard at her door, indicating her room door had been automatically unlocked.

Grabbing the handle loosely as she pushed the door outwards while stepping into the hallway, the hallway was much more comfortable to look at than her room. It had a more human appearance compared to her stale white room. Not taking the time to look at the all too familiar scenery as she instead walked down the hallway ignoring familiar faces that joined at the end of the hallway for check in.

“Check in has started.” The intercom crackled out in the hallway just as the slot in the wall opened up to show two plastic white cups, one filled with water whereas the second one had a singular green capsule pill in it. A newly added video surveillance camera was added to the check in wall to observe everyone taking their ‘supplements’.

Y/n waited silently in the line for her own turn. Moving up to the slot as it opened up to show her the two cups. Her gaze shifted from it to look dead into the camera’s view while grabbing both cups. Letting the pill slip out of the cup into her mouth before washing it down with the water.

Before opening her mouth, shifting her tongue down to show the camera a clear view of how she’d swallowed the pill. Only moving away once a small ding and green light appeared, slot closing when it was deemed she’d actually taken her pill.

Hands crushing the two small cups and chucking them into the bin below her before spinning on her heels to leave the hallway. At first she had refused to continue taking the green pill but it had only resulted in her getting a forced injection instead, so slowly over the month she’d reverted back to taking the daily pills.

Instead of moving back towards her room she made her way past it and towards another doorway that led towards the cafeteria where breakfast would be served in the C wing. Ignoring the slight pang of naustia that hit her as the pill already started to give a numbing sensation in her head.

“My sweet girl.” A voice rang out through the hallways freezing her limbs, as if she couldn’t take another step in the direction she wanted to go even if she tried.

“My girl. Come home.” The voice rang out louder behind her, her heartbeat racing at just the mere two words spoken out.

“Y/n.”

Her name causes her to spin around in a panic on her heels to face the voice only to be met with pitch black darkness.

“Y/n.”

Eye’s snapping open, Y/n’s body flung upwards in the back car seat, her hand moving fast to grab tightly onto the hand resting on her shoulder, only to be met face to face with Jaemin who’d opened her car side door leaning in.

“You alright?” Jaemin asked out in concern, eyebrows scrunching in clear worry at her reaction when he’d tried to wake her up.

Stilling, she let her body relax realising it had been a dream. She may have escaped the institute, but it would always haunt her, having its claws digging into her in some way. Rolling her shoulders back as she took a breath in.

“I’m fine, you just caught me off guard.” She nonchalantly replied trying to brush off what had happened not wanting any curious questions flying from his mouth.

Jaemin stared at her, eyes scanning her features before nodding knowing well enough she wouldn’t say anything more about it. Even if Jaemin had his own idea of what it was. All the boys suffered nightmares about the institute even now, less frequent but still present.

“Alright, well we’re back.” Jaemin replied hand itching to take her seatbelt off for her yet watched her do it herself, only moving half his body out the car once she gestured for him to move out of the way.

Stepping out of the car she glanced around at everyone, they had matured, they were taller as well. She didn’t notice too much before having been preoccupied with her emotions that over time were getting better to swallow in their presence, which meant nothing to her or at least that’s what she tried convincing herself.

Silently brushing past them and towards the back door of the store glancing down at the slight burn marks left on the ground from the melted chains previously.

“You could have just knocked, that came out of all our pockets.” Chenle joked stepping up next to her gesturing at the group and up and the new locks.

“My bad, ask the institute they’ve got new locks that even I can’t break.” The words flew from her mouth before she could think whether or not it was wise to say.

Mark, who'd been pulling the key out his pocket, frowned, turning towards her and as she caught his eyes, she knew exactly what came to his mind. He wanted to know what the year was truly like. He’d know soon enough, or at least what she wanted them too.

She could choose many routes for the discussion, remind them of everything she had to do to escape alone, how cruel that year was alone, how independent she’d become and so much more.

Once the eight made it inside they all walked towards the staff room, walking in and settling down in different spots. Y/n moving to take a seat in a one seater as she leaned back glancing at their faces.

“Who was following you to the gas station?” The sudden question came from Renjun as watched her closely. Her head slowly moved to look at him.

“That’s none of your concern, next question.” She bluntly declined to answer.

“How did you escape… the facility? You said the locks were hard to break.” Chenle asked to push away tension with a new topic but bit his lip internally cringing at asking a worse question.

“After a few people managed to escape, they made some changes.” Y/n started off as Jaemin shifted in his seat at the fact she could have said their names but chose to say people as if they didn’t have a past together.

“One being the locks, but everything has a breaking point. I just thought outside the box. And what do you know, it worked.” She explained without giving up the way she’d broken the locks.

“What else changed?” Donghyuck asked out curious on what had changed after their escape.

“After everything that happened they cracked down on the pills.” She explained eyes shifting away from their gaze.

“In what way?” Mark asked from beside the staff desk where he sat on the office chair not sure if he wanted to know, the past catching up in his mind.

“There’s a camera now, they observe you taking it and double check if you swallowed it. If you didn’t take it, well then they inject you instead.” Y/n nonchalantly explained yet had to hold back a look of disdain at remembering the amount of times she’d been shoved to the cold ground held there until she’d gotten her shot.

Jisung winced, leaning back in his seat knowing fully well that she had taken quite a few shots then. Chenle’s hand absentmindedly moved to touch Jisung’s shoulder.

“Those who showed signs of even slight positive progression were tested on twice as much, those who were progressing faster than normal were tested on as much as possible, And even those who didn’t progress, well they were tested on regardless in a hope to jumpstart something.”

Jeno’s jaw clenched at the thought of even more tests then they’d been subjected to happening in that god awful place.

“Did your testing change?” Jisung asked slightly distressed at the mere thought of it. When they’d escaped she was the slowest to have progressed on her abilities and from what they’d seen in their own store the day before it could only mean she’d been heavily pushed and tested on to have progressed so fast.

Y/n stared at Jisung for a few seconds mulling over in her head what she could and couldn’t say. There was a lot more to it, there was a reason they were searching for her more than anyone else.

“If you mean I got tested on more, than yes of course. But not because I was a slow progresser, I was the opposite.” At their confused looks she leaned forward the slightest bit revealing “I was always better than I showed off, but it got revealed in the end.”

“How did they find out?” Mark asked cutting off Donghyuck who he’d known would start drilling her for not telling them back then that she could do more then she showed.

“The day after you all left. I wasn’t very happy to say the least the next day.” She answered truthfully with her hand picking at the couch where it was flaking.

“Why not on the actual day?” Donghyuck butted in closing his mouth when her sharp gaze landed on him.

“It’s very hard to do anything when you're knocked out cold, hence why I only reacted the next day.” She shot out sharply a slight edge to her tone.

“Enough I don’t want nor need to explain what happened in the Institute anymore, it’s no use telling you what changed when you’ve been free from it for so long.” She dismissed the conversation topic.

“Y/n that day… your second attempt at escaping. You know what you felt that day, how right at the end you felt as though you could do anything to escape right?” Renjun questioned out.

Y/n knew where this was going, and the anger inside her boiled, an ugly feeling she never liked but knew very well she deserved to feel. Her chin raised slightly as she looked Renjun dead in the eyes.

“If this is your way to start talking about why you left me, it’s not a great start. I did feel desperate, but I didn’t leave anyone behind. I got two other people out with me. We went our separate ways afterwards but I still got them out.” She revealed, causing Renjun to blank.

“Who-”

“Yang yang and Shotaro.” Y/n cut his question off before he could even start. When all eight had made their escape attempt the first time those two had been a day new to the institute, the group faintly remembered their faces.

“You helped them escape?” Jeno asked out yet his question was barely a whisper.

“I did. I didn’t see much of them since we were in different wards, but I knew that they didn’t deserve to be there, especially since they hadn’t developed their abilities well.” She replies anyway having picked his whisper up.

“So, Renjun, if your idea is to make me realise you left me there out of desperation.” She started speaking voice tight, leaning forward in her chair as she continued “I didn’t leave them behind, who were barely known to me, even if it nearly cost me my freedom.”

She remembered well that the two second decision of going by their ward first to grab them had nearly made it a close call in escaping but she had done it non the less knowing exactly how it felt.

Renjun swallowed what felt like guilt, nearly choking on it as he looked away, shame waving over him at what he’d attempted to do realising it hadn’t at all been a logical way to go around it.

“We always talked about you, everyday. Since the first day we got out.” Jisung suddenly spoke up causing her to look over at him but his gaze was casted down at his hands where he fidgeted with his fingers nervously.

“I only had you in mind the first time we went to the beach, I wondered what your reaction would have been, what you would have said, if it had been worth the wait, even now at the beach I always thought about you.” Jisung continued his voice louder now but rushed trying to get all of his emotions out before taking a sharp breath in.

“I felt guilty, I still feel guilty everyday Y/n for leaving you behind. It was the worst thing we could have done, I know they carry that guilt with them too. We would try making it up to you for the rest of time if it was possible.”

His words, she couldn’t help but notice he’d matured not just in height but the way he carried himself, the way he spoke. Her jaw clenched not wanting to take in his sincere words but it was hard when it came to Jisung.

“They didn’t want to leave. It was me. I suggested we leave.” Jeno spoke up suddenly causing Y/n to look at him.

“If there is anyone to blame it’s me.” Jeno decided he’d take the fall for it, he’d been the one to suggest it.

“I don’t care who suggested it in the first place, the thing that matters is you all agreed to it.” She shook her head, the intention was the main thing.

“Look let me make it clear, I hated it, I thought about what you all did to me every single second that I was stuck in that hell hole and I hated you for leaving me, but that doesn’t mean I hated that you escaped. I would never hate you for escaping the institute. What I hated was how you left me there.” Her words were purely truthful.

“Whether you feel remorseful or guilty is none of my concern. Your actions spoke louder that day.” Y/n spoke, closing her eyes for a second to ground herself before continuing “You expect me to forgive you, to let it slide, to even try and regain some sort of relationship with you all. But can you really expect that from me?

It was silent and not one that was comfortable. The boys knew where she was coming from. They hadn’t even expected her to be fine with the fact they’d escaped but it was reassuring to know that.

“We want to try, even if you can’t forgive us. Let us at least try.” Donghyuck was the first to break the silence around them.

“Even if I did agree there wouldn’t be a way for you to do so, I’m leaving soon.” She shook her head with a sigh.

“Weren’t you supposed to leave earlier? Why leave now?” Chenle asked curiously as she shot him a look.

“I got distracted. I already spent too much time here.”

“Why can’t you just stay?” Chenle pushed further causing her to stand up from her seat, Mark standing up as well from the office desk worried Chenle had pressed her too far.

“If you want the institute to find you be my guest, I’ll stay around and we’ll all get caught.” She sharply responded as if stating the obvious to them.

“Why do you think they’d find you so easily.” Mark asked as he finally made his way over to the group.

“Because they can. It’s why I move so much, I’ve been close to getting caught before and I don’t intend to get sent back there.” She justified her reasoning for constantly being on the move.

“We’ll protect you.” Mark shook his head taking a step further towards her, causing her to raise an eyebrow.

“What are you gonna do Mark, phase through a wall or phase away from their fists?” Her words were meant to sting but he didn’t let them. Watching as she gestured towards the others.

“Is Renjun going to stop them by healing them? Is Jisung going to stop them by his body laying somewhere while he takes control of one of them or goes into their dreams? Is Jaemin going to play green light, red light with their shadows? Is Jeno going to through an orb of energy to distract them? Is Haechan going to be able to tell them what to do all at the same time? Is Chenle going to grab one of their guns and instantly know everything about how it was used in the past?” She really tried to dig at their feelings to make them realise it wouldn’t work.

“Our abilities changed over time, they’re better now with new uses. We can do much more than that and even still as a group together we could do it.” Mark didn’t back down, moving to gently grab her hand.

“Pardon me for not being too keen on a group dynamic at the moment. And even then, more will come.” She responded against his words yet let him hold her hand.

“Then let them come. We won’t let them take you back there.” Mark refused to give up giving her hand a gentle squeeze, something they had done in the past when a member was overwhelmed.

“You worked for all this, your store, your freedom, the right to live and you’d just let it burn to the ground for me not to move to the next place.” Y/n couldn’t believe they’d do something so risky not after everything.

“We told you it already Y/n, leaving you behind was our biggest mistake. We won’t do it again.” Jaemin chimed in from where he sat, face serious for once as he watched the two.

Y/n didn’t like it. Didn’t like this sudden change. After everything how could she know they wouldn’t just hand her over in return of being able to go free. Frowning she stared at Mark, trying to find any hint of falsely lingering, but found none. If she was honest with herself she was tired of running, a fight would be imminent one day whether it be tomorrow or in years to come.

“One more week, I’m staying another week to mull it over, but if I decline staying none of you can oppose it. Or I leave today.” She gave them an ultimatum and even before Mark could open his mouth another person spoke instead.

“Deal.” Jeno shot out knowing there would be no better offer than that, it was already generous enough for giving it a week to think over.

“Alright. Then let’s give it a week to think it over.” Mark agreed as his say was final as well for the boys, he’d always been the silent leader of their group.

“Give me a tour of the place, preferably the arcade room.” Y/n suddenly changed the topic not wanting to speak about the past for a while.

“What?” Mark uttered confused with a mix of shock at her request.

“You’re arcade.” Y/n doubled down on what she said.

“I’ll show you!” Donghyuck blurted out while he stumbled off the couch coughing to cover it up.

“You didn't like arcade games last time I remembered, Jisung show me?” She shook her head at Donghyuck’s request as Jisung nodded, getting up with Y/n following him out of the staff room and Chenle sneaking out behind them.

“It’s been two years, maybe I like them now.” Donghyuck grumbled to himself.

“You think she’ll actually consider it?” Renjun asked out as only the oldest were left in the staff room.

“She seemed against it, but there was this slight look in her eyes. I can’t explain it but I’m sure it means we have to have a little hope.” Mark replied to his words though he watched the open door rather than looking over at Renjun.

“She seemed pretty dead set on the fact she would be found, makes you wonder who the institute is trying to send.” Jaemin wondered out loud, it seemed as though they weren’t just sending out regular people but he didn’t dare to think they’d be sending out any special ability trained members.

“Let’s not think of it right now, we should just enjoy the time we have left with her.” Mark sighed out, hands going to his hips.

“What makes you sure she’ll be coming by next week? She said she’d think about it for a week, not that she’d visit us.” Jeno questioned out sitting with his legs spread and arms crossed.

“Stop being such a downer.” Donghyuck scolded teasingly, moving to shove his hand against Jeno’s shoulder only for Jeno to easily push his hand away before he’d gotten the chance.

“You said you’ve never played this before.” Chenle whined out with a pout noticing the points going higher and higher nearing his high score he’d been so proud of.

“I haven’t. Pac man just seems easy.” She shrugged as she continued playing almost too well. Chenle’s eyes squinted in suspicion, crossing his arms standing next to her and Jisung on the other side.

After getting past the high score she purposely stopped playing with 50 points extra causing Chenle to groan his head lightly knocking against the side of the arcade game.

She enjoyed the game but even she couldn’t help but feel bitter when a ghost caught up to her even if she’d done it on purpose. Always running.

“What do you think about the store?” Jisung asked out genuinely interested in what she thought.

“It’s very aesthetically pleasing to the eyes with a lot of variety so I’m not surprised it’s so popular here. Though you must have bad players if I’ve beaten two high scores now.” She shrugged.

Chenle let out a dramatic gasp as he pointed at her in horror.

“So you really were the one who beat Jeno’s high score on Pong!”

“Is that a bad thing?” She asked with a tilt of the head as Chenle grinned.

“He took forever to get that high score and no one could beat him.” Chenle felt smug about how easily Jeno got beaten but tried to forget about how one of his high scores did as well.

“I’m glad I didn’t freeze over the arcade game area.” Y/n hummed out looking around at the nice area.

“That took ages to defrost by the way.” Chenle chimed in as she gave him a blank look causing him to raise his arms.

“Wanna try beating one of Jaemin’s high scores?” Jisung asked her a small smile forming on his lips as she turned to look at him in interest.

“Lead the way.”

As the three went over to the Space invaders the four others in the staff room had finally made it to the arcade room as well but lingered by the open doorway.

“They look happy.” Mark mentioned softly about Jisung and Chenle who were grinning ear to ear, Chenle talking Y/n ear off on how to play space invaders while she was actively playing it.

“It’s because she’s here.” Jaemin hummed out the obvious staring at the back of her white and blue hair. He wouldn’t mind his high score being beat if it was her, she’d leave a mark on the arcade if she did decide to leave.

“Moment ruined.” Renjun groaned out as they watched Chenle and Jisung start play fighting, Jisung with his new height easily overpowering Chenle into a headlock, who was too stubborn to admit defeat all the while Y/n continued focusing on the game.

“I wouldn’t say ruined.” Mark muttered a fond smile glued to his face at the scene in front of him.

Y/n hummed as she debated what she’d type into the new high score holder name area. She’d left the Pac-Man one empty and the Pong one. But she decided she’d leave something this time. Using the controls to entire a name in.

“Dove? Why dove?” Jisung asked freezing as he watched, Chenle looking up from where he was in a headlock to see it as well.

“Just a nickname I picked up along the way.” She explained not being able to help the gentle smile that formed on her face.

Jisung dropped Chenle from the headlock smitten with her smile as Chenle let out a grunt not expecting it falling to the groovy patterned carpet floor.

“You beat my high score.” Jaemin’s voice caused her to turn around, noticing the four that had joined them.

“Yeah, first time playing too.” Y/n teased out and as much as Jaemin felt knocked down a bit it also felt warm at the fact he’d been teased, teasing was good, it meant a tiny bit of progress was happening.

“We ended up deciding to close the store for the rest of the day, if you want to try out a few area’s?” Mark offered as a few of the boys glanced at him not knowing they were closing already, obviously a sudden decision on Mark’s part.

“I would ask if it’s bad for business how much you close the store but I’m starting to think your guys store is doing well enough to be able to.” She remarked with a slight raise of her eyebrow.

“You could say that.” Mark responded with a sheepish smile only to watch her curiously when she pulled out her phone when it made a ding noise.

Y/n pulled her phone out as she silently cursed to herself seeing a miss call from San and a few notifications in the group chat and one message from San. Moving to unlock her phone, flicking to San’s message first.

It was asking if there was a specific time he could call her. Her fingers nimbly texting back a quick response to which she got one back. Humming at the new plans she’d just made before flicking through the chat just seeing a few funny texts, finally pocketing her phone.

“I’m leaving in ten minutes so I can’t stay and take your offer for any longer than that.” She announced her change in plans as the boys watched with different reactions.

“You had a sudden change of plans?” Donghyuck asked out, not being able to help his curiousity.

“Technically coming here today wasn’t in my plans to begin with, but yes, a sudden plan change.” She revealed without much thought to it.

“Is it those two guys from that time you came in for your purse?” Jaemin asked his question this time ignoring the look he got from Mark who’d told them not to ask about them until she opened up.

Y/n stared at Jaemin for a few seconds before nodding deciding it wasn’t something she needed to hide, she could do as she liked seeing as she was her own person.

“Kind of.”

Jaemin not being able to help raising an eyebrow at the vague answer and by the looks of it she could tell as she decided to explain further.

“It’s not one of them, but another friend from that group.”

Jeno felt unsettled at the fact that there was more than two of them, it was three, who knows maybe even more. For some reason it rubbed him the wrong way. He tried justifying it in his head as him just being worried for her safety.

“I should probably go wait in the main area before I head out.” Y/n casted her gaze away from the others not particularly happy with the attention, especially coming from them.

“We can wait with you if you’d like.” Renjun offered not wanting to miss out on a few more minutes with her, not caring if he sounded needy in any way.

“I don’t really think you’ll leave me be anyway especially not him.” She pointed out moving her hand up pointing behind herself where Chenle stood.

“I don’t even feel offended by that to be honest with you.” Chenle chimed back with a shrug even if she couldn’t see the gesture.

“For once in your life.” Renjun shot back at him.

“So how long have you known these guys?” Jaemin asked out while sitting on one of the bean bags in the main entrance room.

“Some since I arrived, others a little later on.” Y/n answered knowing very well he wouldn’t give up on the sudden rapid fire questions unless at least one was answered, sitting on one of the beanbags herself.

She was sat on a surprisingly comfortable sky blue beanbag, they were new as she hadn’t seen them the day before, or they’d just been moved from one location to now here. Jaemin was on a green beanbag.

“Have you known the one picking you up long?”

Y/n looked over at him when he asked his question this time her eyes slightly sharper wondering why he’d ask that question. The last thing he could do was judge what type of friends she’d involved herself with and for how long. It was painfully ironic coming from him.

“Not that I need to answer your question, but yes I’ve known him longer than some of them.” She made sure to keep eye contact with him emphasizing the first part of her words.

“I don’t mean to overstep Y/n, you can’t blame me for being concerned.” Jaemin tried his best to get his opinion out in the politest way showing he meant no harm in his questions.

It was just the two of them as the others were either turning everything off and locking down the shop for the day.

Y/n didn’t respond to his words in favour of looking around the main entrance room. The aesthetic of it all was nice but a little too much at the same time. She was seeing it properly for the first time as emotions had clouded her the first two times, the third was filled with two many people but now she could see the large room quite well.

“I wish you would have turned around yesterday when I called out your name.” Jaemin’s sudden confession gained her attention, staring him down.

The atmosphere in the room not readable which was something Jaemin didn’t like, he couldn’t read her anymore, couldn’t figure out what was going on in her head. It killed him inside slightly knowing that he’d lost that connection with her.

“I wish you would have waited that day.”

Her response was a brutal hit, guilt washing over him and yet he knew it was well deserved. Not a day went passed where he’d wished he’d waited for her. She didn’t need to say what day, he knew clearly she meant the day they’d escaped without her.

“And I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.” He replied with honest dripping from his words, not breaking away from their now staring contest. Desperate for her to see the truth in his eyes.

Just as she was about to respond her phone light up with a ping noise breaking the silence instead. Jaemin leaning back in the beanbag after her eyes shifted to her phone she held in her hand, not having realised until then he’d leaned forward in anticipation of what she would have said.

“He’s waiting outside, I should get going.” Y/n explained while getting off the beanbag to stand.

Jaemin moved to stand up as well with a slight struggle getting off the beanbag. He wonders how she had gotten up so effortlessly without struggling, beanbags were awkward to get off of.

“Should I walk you out?”

Y/n held back an amused small smile at his offer, seeing as the entrance doorway wasn’t far from where they stood.

“I think I’ll managed the twenty seconds by myself without help.” Her response clearly showing her amusement over the offer.

His hand flew up to rub the back of his neck sheepishly at her words. It wasn’t even for safety, it was to just be near her a little longer even if it was just twenty seconds more, though he wouldn’t say that out loud.

“Goodbye Jaemin.”

He didn’t like her saying that, not because it was strange. It was a normal sentence to use. He just wanted her to say something less final. A ‘see you later’ or ‘till next time’.

“See you around.” Jaemin replied his voice steady with a small smile, arms itching to wrap her in a hug wondering if her hugs still felt the same. They had been something that had gotten him through rough days, and he craved for that feeling once again.

Instead he watched her turn around to face the entrance moving towards it. Not even a smile goodbye. Jaemin watched her closely as she got further away. He preferred it when she was walking towards his direction not away.

Y/n made it to the door hand moving to grab the handle to pull it inwards only for another person to beat her to it.

Jeno pulled the door inwards, holding it open for her, about to speak but was cut off.

“Dove, I’d ask why you wanted me to meet you here before we went back to the cafe but knowing Yunho and Wooyoung they’ve most likely dragged you into a game addiction.” San’s teasing tone filled the air as he walked forward to greet her, spreading his arms wide.

A light and gentle smile forming on her lips as she moved forward to wrap her arms around his waist in a hug to greet him back.

“You have no idea Sannie, thanks for meeting me here.”

“Who would name their child San.”

Y/n and San breaking off from their hug as San was met with a pink haired guy standing in the doorway arms crossed tightly, his head tilted slightly upwards in an attempt at showing his confident persona. Jeno’s eyes sharper than usual as he awaited any sort of response.

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Happy first day of National Clean Your Home Month! (National Novel Writing Month novelists, happy first day to you as well!)

[ID: Five images; top left, potatoes and chickpeas in golden brown sauce on a round of flatbread. Top right, Dearborn the Tortie is lying on a blanket in my lap, propped up by my legs, looking like a boomerang. Bottom images are, left and center, before-and-after of my front hall, first with a raggedy blue carpet and then clean and carpetless, and bottom right is my newly cleaned kitchen floor.]

Started this morning with what looks like a weird deconstructed apple pie but is actually flatbread topped with curried potatoes and chickpeas (lest you think I'm fancy, it's Trader Joe's Malabari Paratha topped with Tasty Bite Bombay Potatoes). Dearborn is unimpressed by cleaning but she is extremely Shaped. Still, after eating I gave her about half an hour of cuddles, then set to work!

I normally clean before showering because you do get grimy, but I noticed last year that my pajamas are not ideal for cleaning in, so I set aside an outfit to change into, which leaves arms and legs mostly bare and doesn't drape much -- yoga leggings tucked up above the calf and a tight tank top. I'm amusedly referring to it as my Slutty Maid outfit.

Anyway, this morning I put on 99% Invisible's "Devolutionary Design", about Devo's first album cover, and set to work. Polk has been destroying the hallway rug, and the kitchen rug was disgusting, so I pulled both up, rolled 'em up, and tossed them, then cleaned the floors. A coating of goo-gone for old carpet tape residue followed by a brief sponge scrub, then a spritz of Grease Lightning cleaner-degreaser and a scrub with the steam mop for both the hall and the kitchen, had them looking at least better.

Cleaning is complicated by the Kitchen Protocol I've had to introduce; the kitchen has a wheat weevil issue, which is pernicious but oddly benign -- after having mice several years ago, all my food is always contained in either a sealed jar/tupperware or its original packaging and they haven't actually ever got into the food, they just live under the kitchen linoleum. In any case, any kitchen cleaning I do in a day has to be the last cleaning I do, and anything coming out of the kitchen first needs to be treated with undilute white vinegar, then rinsed and treated a second time with bleach, to prevent spreading the weevils to other areas of the house. I'm also spraying down all the floors with dilute vinegar frequently.

Anyway, the steam mop is now out of commission until its freshly bleached fabric pad dries, but it did take me exactly the length of the podcast to set up, clean, and clear away the cleaning supplies/wash the sponge afterward, so I'm pleased with the day's work.

Disposable nitrile gloves used count: 1.

Tomorrow's tasks: vacuum all over, then figure out the carpet shampooer I was given, and if I manage that, shampoo the rugs.

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Bath Time <3

this is the first fic I'm posting, like ever O_O, so I hope you all enjoy! If you would like to send me prompts, ideas, ANYTHING hahaa, feel free to, and ill try to write out a story for it !! <33

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Warnings: DDLG, bath time, washing your hair, cute nicknames, idk 🤷‍♀️

Pairings: Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary: Bath time with your favorite bath toys, and your Daddies!

Word Count: 1,842

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“Lovebug,” Bucky spoke as he entered the playroom. "It's bath time, bubs." Catching your attention from your coloring book on the carpeted floor and glance up at him.

“But Daddy,” drawing the word out for more exaggeration. “I haven’t finished my blue unicorn yet…” you sigh with a slight frown.

Bucky kneels down next to you, resting his large hand against the back of your head reassuringly, and gives you a slight smile. “I know, bubs, but you can continue working on it in the morning, okay?” he says as he rubs his hand over your hair.

Still with a slight frown but hope now gleaming in your eyes, you reply, “Promise Daddy?” While staring into Bucky's big eyes. You study his face to make sure his next reply is truthful.

Bucky stares down at you, a loving smile overtaking his face because of how precious his little baby is. “Of course, I promise, Angel. Now, how about we get cleaned up and ready for bedtime?” You nod as he picks you up and sets you down on his hip, walking out of your playroom and towards the bathroom.

Leaning your head down on his relatively comfortable shoulder, you ask, “Could I have a snack after my bath Daddy?” 

This question receiving a humorous laugh from Bucky. “Sure, Doll.”

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Bucky lifts you into the now full bathtub, steam seeping into the room nicely. Sitting down in hot water, your body immediately relaxes as you let out a sigh. 

Bucky slowly sits down beside the tub, reaching over to grab something. “You want toys, baby?” He says, holding up a basket of all your toys explicitly designed for the tub.

Your eyes lit up, gaze catching on the rubber ducks and the bath crayons. “Duckies ‘and crayons, Daddy!” Excitement laces every word.

Bucky knew how much you loved your bath toys. Your cute reaction never failed to make him laugh. As much as Bucky loves your adorable little reactions, he still wants you to remember your manners. Pulling the basket away momentarily, he asks, “What do we say, Doll?”

You grin up at Bucky. “Please, Daddy?” Your hands softly splash around in the water as you squirm. 

Bucky’s eyes squint at you, pleased at your answer. He hands over the basket. Left hand grabbing onto the side, you peer into the basket full of toys and spot all your favorites. You grab all the duckies and start placing them into the water. Then you spot the bath crayons you love to draw with and hurriedly grab every color and set them on the edge of the tub with the biggest smile imaginable on your face. 

“Got yourself a whole collection, don't you, Doll?” Bucky says with a chuckle, putting the basket back down on the floor. With his legs spread out before him, he leans back on his hands to watch you play for a while. 

You stare at all the toys now in the bathtub and try to decide what to start with first. Do I play with the duckies first? Or the markers first? You wonder to yourself. You choose to start with the markers and draw them a home! You grab the blue marker and get to work on drawing a house for your duckies as Bucky sits quietly to watch you work with a smile on his face.

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“Is that your drawing, LoveBug?” Steve asks as he walks into the large bathroom. Bucky gazed up at his husband. Steve walks forward and sits on the bathtub's edge to see your work closer. 

Peering up at him, you smile and reply, “Yeah, Dada! For my duckies!” Steve gently places his hand on your back, slowly moving in up and down. You continue to look up at him, waiting for a reply. As Steve began to open his mouth to say something, your impatience got the better of you as you interrupted him before he could speak. “It's a house, Dada. For my duckies.” You remark, as though you have to state the obvious.

This causes laughter to erupt from both Bucky and Steve. Both men can hardly contain their laughter at how you stated your sentence. You weren't quite sure why they were laughing. Steve knows what a house is, right? You think to yourself as confusion flows through your little-space mind. You ignore the quiet laughter and continue drawing, adding little flowers to the windowsill. 

Steve, still quietly laughing and failing at his attempts to stop, says, “I know it’s a house, LoveBug. It looks very good too. You did such a good job, Baby!” He gives you a small pat on the head. 

“Thank you, Dada.” You smile at the rewarding words, feeling pleased with yourself.

“Okay, I’m gonna go prepare Doll a snack for after her bath.” Bucky stood up, brushing the wrinkles out of his shirt. “Could you wash her hair?” Bucky asked, directing his question toward Steve. 

“Yeah. Yeah, I’ve got it.” Steve replied, moving over to grab the shampoo bottle. “It shouldn't take long.” Turning his head around to face his husband, he gave Bucky a quick, intimate smile. 

Bucky nodded, smiling back at his husband and exiting the bathroom.

Turning back to you, Steve grabbed a cup and filled it with water. “You ready to wash your hair, Doll?” 

Facing away from Steve, you squeal your approval and cover your eyes. The water swooshes down your long hair. Steve repeats the action, fully drenching your hair to prepare for the shampoo. He sets the cup down and grabs the shampoo, squeezing out just enough to massage your roots. 

As Steve starts rubbing the shampoo into your hair, all you can think about is how lovely the feeling of his big, warm hands massaging your head is. You cherish every moment, the way you can feel his fingertips gliding through your hair, and the perfect hot bath water warming you up. You could stay here in this moment forever. 

Steve pulls his hands from your hair and grabs the cup, filling it up with water once more. “You ready, Doll?”

You give him a little thumbs up with your right hand. “Yes, Dada.” You say as quietly as a whisper, knowing Steve would hear you no matter how quiet you were. You quickly, but carefully as to not hurt yourself, slap your hands over your eyes, causing a calm giggle from Steve. 

Steve pours the water down your long hair, using his left hand to guide his fingertips through the strands and help the water remove all the shampoo. He repeats this action a few times until he’s satisfied. “Now we’ve just gotta do the conditioner and you'll be ready to go, Baby.” Steve remarks, attempting to convey a bit of enthusiasm in his voice to help encourage you. 

“Can I play with my duckies while you put in the conditioner?” You ask him, rotating around to face him better. 

“Of course, you can, Doll.” He says and begins to condition your hair.

You grab your yellow duckie, deciding his name is Albert, while Steve strokes your hair gently. You determine that your duckies will live together in the house you drew, not including Donald because he’s in time out. You set Donald on the edge of the tub farthest away from you, causing Steve's hands to falter as you move.

“What are you doing, Doll? Why is that duckie going all the way over there?” Steve asks, resuming his massage on your hair. 

“That’s Donald, Dada. He’s in time out.” You say nonchalantly. 

Your reply has Steve raising his eyebrows and halting his hands. “Donald the duck is in time out?” He questioned, beginning to laugh.

You simply hum in the affirmative to his question, too focused on playing with your duckies to notice his laughter. 

Trying to contain himself, he ask’s, “What’s he in timeout for, baby?” 

You turn around to face Steve, slightly amused by his laughter but keeping your pure look of seriousness etched on your face. “Because Donald stole Puddle's car keys, then burned down all of Daisy’s daffodils! It was so mean of him, Dada!” You exclaim.

Steve bursts out in laughter, unable to contain himself any longer. He doubled down, causing you to quietly giggle at his bizarre reaction.

“Dada, it’s not funny!” You declare even as giggles are escaping your mouth while you speak. 

“I'm sorry, Doll.” Steve says, his laughter slowly starting to fade as he calms down. 

You and Steve make eye contact, and Steve can't help the chuckles that leave his mouth while he covers it with his hand. 

Once Steve finally settles after his fit of laughter, he says, “Okay, Doll. Let’s wash this conditioner out of your hair.”

You turn back around, facing away from Steve, and get into your position to cover your eye’s with your hands.

Steve takes his time rinsing out your hair, careful as to not pour any of the water down your face. Once he’s content with your hair, he tells you, “You can move your hands now, Doll. I just need to clean your body then you'll be good to go, Okay?” 

You nod and proceed to play with your duckies again as Steve grabs a washcloth. Steve carefully clean’s you, thoroughly washing every bit of you possible. Once he feels that he has cleaned all up, he stands and grabs a towel. Steve grasp’s your favorite towel, a fluffy small towel in your favorite color, long enough to keep your entire body warm and cozy. The best part? It has a small hood with bunny ears! 

“Stand up, Baby.” Steve says as he holds the towel up for you. 

Your ear’s perk up at your Dada’s words, and you quickly stand up and face him. Steve gives you a small smile and wraps you up in the fluffy towel, picking you up from the tub and setting your feet on the floor. He starts rubbing his hands over your towel-wrapped body to help you dry off, doing so quickly causing a few giggles to escape you. 

Steve, smiling ear to ear due to your giggles, kneel’s down a bit closer to you. “You ready to go get jammies on, Baby?” He says with excitement lacing his voice. 

“Yeah!” You exclaim. 

Steve gleams at you, picking you up and setting you on his hip as he exits the bathroom. You cuddle your head into his chest, feeling more content and sleepy than ever in your Dada’s arms. Right as you begin to close your eyes, you feel Steve handing you over to Bucky, causing you to peek your eyes open and squeak in excitement over seeing your Daddy. Both your Daddies chuckle, smiling at their little baby. You cuddle into Bucky’s chest, closing your eyes while Bucky gently sways you side to side. 

All you feel is content happiness knowing that you're safe in your Daddy’s arms, and will soon be cuddled between the two super soldiers in bed. 

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The end! <3

[misasimagines]

Alhaitham Smut ABCs

included characters: Alhaitham

rating: NSFW!

warnings: this man is NOT good for you. some toxicity on his end, he's not treating you right (until later,, but I barely wrote about that). Power dynamics not awesome. Dom/sub dynamics. written with the thought of a femme reader so not completely GN but the presumed reader is not strictly gendered. Just keep that in mind! this is insanely long! I'm a freak!

Aftercare: (what they're like after sex): At first, awful. He's like okay, I have to up for work tomorrow. Here's your underwear. Leave. He gets softer (begrudgingly) after a while, especially if he really did a number on you and you're like brain dead. Then, he's like convincing himself you won't even really remember this so he can take care of you. You get your hair pet and he lets you cuddle up to him after he cleans you up (and scolds you for making a mess, but it's not serious, he knows it takes two). Once you're in a legit relationship (HARD MODE, TERRIBLE RNG) he'll start being nicer. You get to have a shower/bath together and he'll actually kiss you and tell you that you did a good job.

Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's): He likes his hands. He would shove his fingers in your mouth to avoid having to kiss you. Likes making you suck on them and plays with your tongue and makes you drool all over yourself so he can degrade you about it,,,. Related, but he likes your mouth/lips. At first he really does NOT want to kiss you. It's too intimate, it's too much of an admittance that your relationship is beyond just sexual. When you finally do get him to want a real romantic relationship, he's kind of staved by then to kiss you and will do it as often as possible.

Cum (anything to do with cum basically): Yeah so he likes making you keep your mouth open, tongue out when he finishes after a blowjob. You should savor it, after all. He's not super in face shots or breeding because this man is NOT risking getting you knocked up if that's possible. Just prefers to cum in your mouth/on your tongue and make you leave it there while he goes down on you or fingers you. Literally would be pavlov'ing you into associating the taste with your own orgasm because he's the WORST.

Dirty secret: Honestly it's the moment he realizes he wants something more serious with you and he actually has feelings for you. He does want to kiss you, he wants to wake up next to you and treat you better and stop being so pragmatic and selfish. The idea gets him really hot but also upset because he wasn't ready to deal with that. It'll be another month or more before he deals with what this actually means.

Experience: He's had a few partners, probably strictly sexual relationships. He convinces himself (and them) that it's just a way to blow off steam, kill time, research (lmao). Probably held back any of his less vanilla preferences so you would be the first he really gets to let loose on (I mean, congrats?)

Favorite position: Bending you over something or just having you face down, ass up. He doesn't want you thinking this is romantic or serious, he doesn't want you to reach up and try to kiss him or anything. When things get more serious/romantic, he's like having you on your back so he can watch your expressions change and so he can keep you (both) quiet with his mouth on yours.

Goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they serious, etc): Deadass serious. The most "jokey" he gets is sarcastically praising you. It's degrading but you're too brain dead to get it at the moment.

Hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes?): honestly if its grey and teal down there i gotta rewrite the above because how are you going to take him seriously like that

Intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect...): It's just to get off at first. He doesn't want to kiss you because that's too romantic and he does NOT want that. He doesn't want to cuddle after, he doesn't want breakfast in the morning, he doesn't want you talking to him the next day like you're any closer than you were before he railed you. Eventually though, he's like .... fine. You can stay over. If it makes you happy, you can put your head on my chest. Jut don't get used to it. Even later, he's talking to you after and he's like okay, this doesn't suck, and then late game he's like, just stay the night (he kind of wants you to be there when he wakes up).

Jack off (masturbation headcanon): He takes his time. He'll read something smutty or just imagine something and lay in bed and edge himself for a bit. Probably also does it in the shower because it drowns out any sounds he might make and there's no risk of Kaveh walking in on him.

Kink: Light bondage (of you, not him) and prefers you brain dead and agreeable. He's a Dom through and through and wants you to just do what he says and take what he gives you. He'll want you to beg so he can deny you. Wants you so on edge you'll promise and agree to anything and he WILL be holding you to that. Like oh, you don't want to honor your agreement? Maybe he'll keep that in mind next time you're begging him to let you finish and promising anything, because it certainly wasn't anything last time you said that.

Location: Bedroom, office, library. The thrill of the more public places (his office and the library) get him going because he doesn't particularly care if someone catches you, but he knows you probably would.

Motivation (what turns them on): He had such a bad day, just let him use you,,, You did something stupid/messed something up? Well, he already thinks you're halfway to being brainless, he'll take care of the other half. You can suck on his fingers and/or run your hands up his chest and he's ready to ruin you. He also goes through phases where he's just not interested and you need to leave him be. He'll make it clear when he doesn't want that kind of attention, but if you're really in the mood and he isn't, he's not against talking you through taking care of yourself...

NO (something they won't do, turn offs): He's really not into letting you dom him. You could maybe top him but like ordering him around? Denying him? He's not happy with that. Sorry </3. He's also not into brat taming. If you become more trouble than you're worth, that's it. He's not putting more effort than necessary into keeping a relationship with you. Don't try to make him jealous or possessive, he does not care. And then when he does start caring? When he does have an interest in you because he loves you??? Now he's just unhappy because you're trying to use that against him and you're kind of just proving that he's better off not in this kind of relationship. Hypocritical giving his initial treatment of you.

Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc): Prefers receiving, he's selfish. Likes to see you on your knees trying to fit him in your mouth. Loves cumming in your mouth. Not super rough, but will make you gag on him if you were particularly annoying recently. Going down on you is more rare (until you're in a real relationship) like you have to earn it and/or beg for it. And then it's like a deal with a devil, you get more than you asked for. Once you're in a real relationship, he's is more interested in giving and particularly likes being on his knees while you're backed up against a bookcase in a dead silent library. You don't want to get caught, do you? So keep it down.

Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc): He can be a bit rough. I've said this throughout, but he is NOT trying to date you for the majority of this relationship. If he has to be meaner to try to prevent you both from catching feelings, he will be. He doesn't want to praise you, kiss you, take his time, etc, because he's actively NOT trying to make you feel valued. Red flag!! If you get the good ending, he can be slower and softer but it actually kind of makes him uncharacteristically flustered like... what do you mean enjoying the moment and not just getting results? He's not sure how to deal with that.

Quickie: Sometimes it's just what you have to do. He refuses to work overtime and any more than necessary but still, sometimes he can't get around it. And other times, he's just taking his law required break and you happened to visit him/be in the area so....

Risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc): He's a big fan of you being his under the desk support <3 He can make himself look presentable after demolishing you over his desk, so he doesn't care, and it doesn't bother him if you're a wreck with cum dripping down your legs. Clean yourself up. He will try things within reason, man has a WEALTH of ideas and books with some insane things that he's curious about. If you agree to be his guinea pig, seriously you have no clue what you're getting into.

Stamina (how many rounds, how long do they last): this bookworm works out at the library AND the gym, have you SEEN his arms? He's lasting!!! But even when he's tapped out, he might not be finished.... tbc in the next :3

Toy (do they own toys? do they used them on a partner? themselves?) he WILL leave you tied up with a vibrator up to your most sensitive parts because he claims you're so needy and clingy, this is the best way to give you all the attention you're desperate for. Beg for him to turn it off when you're overstimulated and he'll tell you to finish again before he will, but then you do, and he's like? Oh? If you were able to get off again, maybe you're not done and I should leave you like that. Will also set you up with a dildo suctioned to the floor/mirror honestly/etc and tell you to get yourself off while he's busy or uninterested. If you stop or you're not putting your all into it, he's like hmm, guess you didn't actually need the stimulation, I feel less inclined to help.

Unfair (how much they like to tease): [big sigh] He's selfish and primarily wants to get himself off at first, but he also realizes he needs to give you a reason to come back. He also KIND of wants you to be at his beck and call so he'll make sure you're plenty satisfied at the end of your trysts. All, of course, to make you feel like you need him to get you off. Red flag! Otherwise, yes, he likes teasing and making you beg. He enjoys it and he knows the payoff is better when you had to want it so much more.

Volume (how loud are they): Pretty quiet with moans/groans/etc most of the time but he's DIRTY TALKING like crazy. He loves to call you desperate, to say you're more of a whore than he realized and what it would be like if all of your friends and coworkers knew what you got up to on your free time. He knows that most people care about their reputation and peoples' perceptions of them, so he likes to throw that back at you mainly because he does feel superior for not caring. The best you'll get from him when you're staring up at him, cum coating your tongue, eyelashes sparkly with tears, waiting for him to give you permission to swallow, is a kind of thoughtful look and maybe, just MAYBE, he'll call you a good girl/boy/pet.

Wild card: He's not in exhibitionism himself but if someone were to talk in on you tied up, shaking, vibrator up in you/against you? He'll make them leave but it's fine if they get a good look first. This is still his show, but it's fine if they envy him.

X-ray (whats going on in those pants): the in game model speaks for itself. countless minutes of research have lead me to believe that it is sizeable. Bigger than average, not much of a curve or anything.

Yearning (how high is their sex drive?): He goes through phases. Sometimes he's wants to be left alone for a week straight and then the next he's like trying to actively drop your IQ from the amount of brain cells he's fucking out of you.

ZZZ (how fast they fall asleep after): Not super fast. Probably stays up for a bit afterwards. Reads in bed or takes and shower and relaxes. He really isn't one to fall asleep with you until you've been in this relationship for a while and he's like, fuck. I'm in too deep, I can't keep throwing them out. And then he catches himself admitting you do look kind of endearing in your sleep. By then he's done for.

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actually good cleaning hacks from someone who’s been through some shit

Get a steam mop I don’t care how much it is or cheap, just get one

if you have a pet invest in a wet dry vacuum, you will thank me.

get cleaning cloths you actually like the feel of, if you hate microfiber get a cheap set of tea towels and use them instead. Or chop up a dead tee shirt and use that.

plug in vacuums are 2x more powerful than non-plug in vacuums. You trade sucking power for mobility with cordless, so think that over when you get one.

buying a cheap mop every time one gets moldy is cheaper than having to deal with any mold you get from using a moldy mop.

invest in disinfectant/antifungal/antiviral/antibacterial liquid for your laundry, because that stuff makes getting rid of moldy musty musky shit easy. And it cleans your cleaning cloths without getting them greasy or soapy.

to fix “I accidentally left my clothes in the washing machine too long now they smell like mold” thing, you will need antifungal laundry liquid and the literal sun. Wash your clothes on the hottest setting you can with your clothing materials in mind, add the antifungal before you start, let it go for like 2 hours. And put it in the sun to dry. Repeat if it still smells moldy, until it doesn’t anymore, works like a charm!

to clean crystalline dog piss, you will need water, a steam mop, a wet dry vacuum (depending on if it’s in a carpet) dog cleaning spray or vinegar. Basically , rehydrate the piss, clean it up with dog spray or HOT vinegarish water, grab a steam mop and steam it (if not on carpet) and viola it should be okay now.

If it’s in the carpet you will need to rehydrate the piss, then just dowse the piss with water, use the wet dry vacuum to suck up the water, repeat until water comes up clean. Use whatever pet cleaner that’s good on your carpet to get the smell out, Patch test it in the corner of the carpet before you do it on the piss spot, soak up and remaining water from the carpet until it’s dry or blow dry it if you have to. And tada you have a cleaner carpet! The same works for dog shit too.

drain snakes are your best friend if you don’t remember to get the hair out the drain.

have one sponge for wiping down the sink and one for washing your dishes, because sometimes it’s easier to use a sponge to wipe down the sink than a cleaning cloth.

You can put sponges in the dishwasher and it cleans them REALLY WELL, do it everyday if you can.

Invest in a good glass cleaner for glass because when it gets greasy it’s hell.

Koh cleaner will literally cut through grease and oil, and fat. Like it wasn’t even there, if you don’t have the money white vinegar and bi-carbs does the same thing. Though be careful because it’s reactive and might destroy your countertop or pots, just invest in koh your life won’t be the same. (I can clean all the grease off things, that’s how good it works. Plus it doesn’t smell!!!)

Replace your toilet cleaner every 3 months, or make sure you don’t let it fester. That’s more of a hassle than replacing it every now and then.

Get a good dish soap, because you can use it for everything because of how mild it is.

After mopping always steam mop otherwise it will always be streaky or tacky, idk why but steam mops fix this 9/10 times.

there’s more, but I;m too tired.

[steddietogo]

Sappy Steddie with a little non-explicit steamy scene (mostly skipped) and a cameo from the kids

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It’s chilly when Steve wakes up and also a little bit dark. There's Eddie lifting up the edge of the duvet, crawling into bed with him, worn denim sliding into place beside Steve's bare legs. Steve quickly burrows into his side in search of warmth, the onslaught of leftover sleep threatening to pull him into unconsciousness once again. He fights it valiantly, blinking up at Eddie's smiling face.

"Y're early,"

"Wanted to be first one to tell you,"

"Hm?"

"Happy birthday Stevie," Eddie murmurs, lips brushing the shell of Steve's ear. A glowing warmth starts in his chest, filling out inside him all the way to his finger tips.

"Thank you, baby,"

Eddie comes easily when Steve twists his fingers in his shirt and pulls. He straddles Steve’s hips and slotting his face in the crook of his neck where he plants feather-light kisses. Steve slides his hands under Eddie's shirt, coaxing it off him, feeling the bumps and ridges of his scars, his ribs and spine. Eddie arcs into him, mouth finally finding Steve's.

It's a blur of sweat and skin after that. The room is glowing in sunlight filtering in through white curtains by the time Eddie is naked and spent underneath Steve. Dark hair haloed around his flushed face coming down from the high, a pleased smile on his face.

"Get dressed and get downstairs, I have a gift for you," Eddie says then tilts his head to press his mouth into Steve's bicep with a little too much teeth to be considered a kiss, hard enough to feel it later.

"You mean this wasn't my gift?" Steve pulls the duvet a little higher over the two of them, wants to keep them both right here for the rest of the day even though his arms are starting to feel sore keeping him hovering over Eddie.

"I mean, it was really great sex," Eddie laughs, pulling his hair over his mouth in a way Steve has learned that he does while feeling particularly flustered or bashful. It makes him feel like he could go again all of a sudden. "But I have something else for you,"

Steve hums like he's contemplating. "Can it wait?"

"Really loving the enthusiasm, babe,"

"Want my boyfriend to myself for a little bit more, sue me," Whatever response Eddie has is smothered by Steve's lips on his, hand tangling in his hair tight enough to make him forget.

In hindsight Steve should've expected the little shits to pull something like that. Wouldn't be the first time they've used his spare keys for something other than emergencies. Steve regrets not making good on his threats to take them away.

Steve’s this close to flipping Eddie over when the door slams open to the entire Scooby Gang at Steves bedroom door, cake in Dustin's hand, getting all the way to the middle of 'birthday' before the scene registers and the screaming starts.

Eddie the traitor shrieks with them, hiding under Steve and using him as a human shield to hide him from the kids.

“Oh my god! Get out!” Steve is infinitely thankful for the chill that kept their little steam session inside the sheets or the gremlins would be seeing a lot more than bare chests and dudes making out.

El is the only thing standing between him and having to spend hours cleaning out icing in his carpet as Dustin drop the cake and bolts out of there followed by the rest the buttheads. Max's maniacal cackling echoing in the hallway after her as she drags El after her.

“Sorry!” says Lucas, the last one standing, the only one with manners. With a hand over his eyes, he blindly reaches for the door and closes it behind him. It only takes seconds till they hear the front door slam shut, not before someone’s screaming Eddie and Steve?

The jackass under him is shaking with laughter, a hand clasped over his mouth. “Some help you were,” Steve says flicking his forehead. Eddie swats at his hand.

"Guess we have to tell them now," Eddie manages to gasp out between giggles. Steve groans— and drops his full body weight on top of Eddie.

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[kittenfrostt]

Hi! I really enjoy your sfw. Could you please write swf and nswf alphabets for könig? Thanks in advance ❤️‍🔥

the sfw one will be posted right after this one, just take a look at my page for the upload &lt;3

warnings ;; smut

divider by ;; @/galacticgraffiti

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Sweetest boy out there. He’ll always take care of you and wash you up after an intimate night together. It also gives him a chance to look over all the markings he’d left on you just earlier. This man will get you anything you need after sex. 

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B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

 He doesn’t really have a favorite body part of himself, mainly because he’s a little insecure about his scarred body. 

He definitely loves every little part of your body, will worship it no matter what. If he had to pick a favorite, it would definitely be between your plush thighs or your pretty smile. He loves to be buried in your thighs, he can be there for ours. Likes to bite them, squeeze them, kiss along the skin there. Consider him obsessed. 

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C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He would lose his mind at the sight of his cum dripping out of you. There’s always just so much of it because you’re so small compared to him. He’s not sloppy when it comes to his own cum, but he’ll glady have his face covered in your arousal. He gets sloppy when hes between your legs, and he loves to drink up everything you give him

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D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s jacked off with your panties before when you were gone. He’s too embarrassed to admit it, but he’s definitely done it more than once. 

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E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s not a professional by any means, but he knows what he’s doing. He’s also open to learning new things with you. Expect him to learn everything that makes you squirm or whine and he’ll abuse it for his own personal pleasure. 

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F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He LOVE LOVES when he has you in the mating press. It’s one of his favorite positions aside from cowgirl. The way you move your hips on top of him and use him for your own pleasure drives him crazy. 

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G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s not the goofy type, but sometimes he’ll end up embarrassing himself, and the two of you will end up laughing it off. Otherwise he’s more of the serious type when it comes to sex. 

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H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He’s decently well groomed, but he does have a good amount of hair down there. He’s a bit of a hairy boy, but he always keeps clean. 

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I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s very intimate when you two have sex. Even when he’s a sloppy, primal mess between your thighs or your breasts. He’ll praise you over and over, telling you just how sweet you taste or how good you feel. He loves romantic sex between the two of you, he feels it brings you guys closer together. 

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J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He has a decently high sex drive after you two get together so he does masturbate. For shorter sessions where he’s just blowing off some steam he’ll just stroke himself off. But longer sessions involving fantasies or flashing images of you will play a part in him edging himself. He feels bad sometimes, but the poor baby just can’t help himself. You just drive him crazy. 

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K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

This man is a pervy boy when it comes to you. He’s into anything you are, but some of his kinks include:

Creampies

Breeding Kink

Maybe a lowkey Mommy kink

Cockwarming 

Bit of BDSM

Lowkey into somno if you consent 

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L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Mainly the bedroom. He likes the privacy when you two are intimate. He becomes absolutely feral around you, and he wouldn’t want anyone to see him or you in such a state. 

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M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He loves cute little lingerie sets, he also likes when you’re super touchy with him. Anything to show him that you absolutely adore him really gets him going. Revealing clothing is something that also gets to him, he just wants to put his hands all over you. 

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N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Public sex probably, he just can't control himself around you. There’s not much he won’t do tbh.

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O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giving 100%. He’d lap at you between your thighs for hours on end. Nothing fuels him more than seeing you fall apart beneath him while he’s only using his tongue and mouth. You taste absolutely divine to him, so don't be surprised if he eats you like a man starved. 

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P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Both. Depends on what you;re wanting from him. He might hesitate if you ask him to be rough with you, because he doesn’t want to hurt you, but he just can’t say no to your pleas and begging. He jus wants to make you happy. 

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Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’d prefer longer sessions, but if circumstances were tight then he wouldn't mind a quickie with you. It would be sloppy and desperate. Expect him to want to finish the job when you two have the time. 

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R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

 You could probably open him up to it, but off the bat he’s definitely not the type. Consider him willing to try anything you wanna try. 

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S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

. This man has a very high stamina, he can go for hours on end unrelenting. He can last for a long time, even you’re all spent out beneath him. Cue the ‘You can give me one more my little maus,’ coaxing you into another orgasm. Don’t worry, he’ll take care of you. 

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T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t own any, but if you want to try some he’s down. He would like to use them on you, but he’s willing to try if you have anything to use on him. Ropes? Consider him willing. Tie him up and use him to your hearts content. 

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U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease you, he thinks it's cute to see you squirm. He likes to edge you, bring you close before tearing it away in a split second. He’s not mean about it, just wants to see you struggle and whine a little. 

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V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He can get loud, his groans and growls are sometimes hard to control when he’s on the edge with you. This goes with eating you out/sucking you off as well. He’s sloppy and loud when he goes down on you, he loves the sounds you make. 

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W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

You wake up with a jolt, your body jerking as a soft whimper comes from you as you feel the sticky mess between your thighs. “Relax maus, it’s just me.” His murmured voice spoke out, muffled by both the sheets and your plush thighs instinctively closing around his head. He gently places his hands onto your thighs, keeping you spread open for him as he eats you like a man starved. He just couldn’t resist himself when you’d told him he could touch you whenever he wanted, even if you were asleep. You wore nothing but his shirt, leaving him easy access to his meal. He definitely took your consent to heart, and it landed him here in between your legs. His tongue dragged against you, his lips sucking at you hungrily as his tongue laps over and over again. “Ko–” Your sleepy voice whimpered out, and he had to stop the grin that threatened to show on his features as your hips rolled up against his face. He buried himself further, determined to get you to cum all over his face. “I’ll take care of you … you can go back to sleep,” He breathed out, only parting from you for a second before diving back in. Let’s just say you two didn’t get much sleep that night. 

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X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

This man is very big, very muscular. He’s well defined and athletic, expect him to be able to throw you around with ease. It doesn’t help that this man is an average 6’7-6’10 in height– he easily towers over most people. He keeps up with his figure.   

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Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He’s always had a pretty high sex drive, and it only grew more when he’d met you. You were this spunk of energy who was eager to try so many things with him, he just couldn’t control himself. 

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Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not fast at all– he probably won’t be able to fall asleep for a while after the two of you are done. He just likes to lay an admire your sleeping form beside him, admiring all the marks and bruises he’d left all over your soft skin.

[mrzombielover]

soap nsfw alphabet

prepare for some more headcanons while i take some time to write actual fics :)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

he strikes me as a guy that will just fucking conk out immediately after. if you want to clean up you gotta move fast before hes dead asleep and holding you in a death grip.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

he’s pretty neutral about himself, not really insecure but not the most vain. i bet he likes his arms and hands, he’s a strong guy and likes his mooscles plus he enjoys being able to manhandle you. also proud of his leg gains

on you he likes your hair. he thinks it frames your face real prettily and loves how it smells. will start using your shampoo and conditioner to your dismay

other than that hes an ass man, so that’s probably high on his list too

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

doesn’t have a particular preference for where he should but one time he pulled out and came all over your thighs and ass and he’s not gonna let that image go any time soon.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

chronic panty stealer. i cant really imagine him being ashamed of any kinks or anything but this is something you might not need to know about for a while. he kept a pair hidden in his barracks and freaked the fuck out when ghost almost found it. he returned them later that day

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

one of the more experienced of mw characters, he’s had a few girlfriends and random hookups once in a while but pretty standard

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

prefers intimate positions with lots of skin to skin contact and eye contact. you cant go wrong with classic missionary, but he’ll bend down with his face close to yours and hold you against him. also likes when you wrap your legs around his waist.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he def has the capability to be silly and goofy and perhaps a tad whimsical. to him, sex with his partner is about making you both feel good and he can be laid back and crack some jokes if the mood is light. not that he can’t be serious, but he likes laughing and not taking things super seriously

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

pretty hairy guy, he’s very clean and i imagine he’d keep things trimmed but i cant see him shaving lol. i bet he has a super sexy happy trail too. pubes are brown and curly like his hair

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

surprisingly romantic- in his own weird way. he can be traditionally romantic, too, if the situation calls for it like on an anniversary or smth.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

tends to quite often when you’re not there, he gets wound up very easily and uses it as a way to let off some steam, and relax before bed

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

usually p vanilla but there are times where he like to step it up. he’s def a switch so when you take the reigns it gets him all excited.

also likes blindfolds, on him and you. just thinks it’s sooo hot how it heightens your other senses and makes you extra sensitive.

the same can be said with temperature play- ice and wax. the different sensations get him so riled up and he loves the little gasps and whimpers it elicits.

Again both of these can be done on him or you this guy is the biggest switch ever.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

prefers classic bedroom, it’s private, comfortable, and you can really go all out without worry. unfortunately, neither of you are home very often, so the showers or barracks are the most common places.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

honestly everything you do. it doesn’t take much to get him going, he has a pretty high sex drive. watching you concentrate on something just gives him the insane urge to annoy you and ruin your concentration, and even more so if you’re actually doing work. especially working with your hands in some way

watching you get ready is another one, smth abt the contrast between how you look in your gear vs all dolled up really does it for him.

basically anything you do

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

hes a very clean guy, hence the nickname. not into piss or blood or a ton of dirt and grime. granted he might find it hot if you’re all sweaty and nasty from a workout or mission but that’s a very specific circumstance. this makes shower sex fair game.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

likes giving and receiving, again sex and making eachother feel good is very important to him in relationships. he can give very enthusiastic head but he’s def not gonna turn down a bj

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

tends to go pretty hard. hes a strong, big guy who can manhandle you and hold you down if needed, and usually goes at a pretty deep and rough pace. can always slow down if you need it tho hes so sweet at the same time

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

though he likes the convenience, especially as you’re both busy people, he much prefers when he can take his time with you and properly go multiple rounds

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he can be real cheeky and smug, loves teasing you in semi-public situations. he’s down to experiment, mostly to have fun. doesn’t mind doing it if there’s a slight risk but wouldn’t wanna do it like in public

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

absolutely insane. from how much he works out to his relatively clean diet to his high test levels he can go for a while. tends to bust a little prematurely but he makes up for it in how many rounds he can go

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

doesn’t use them a ton but he def sees them as an ally, not a threat. prefers using them on you but he’s not opposed to them being used on himself aswell

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

very much so, but he also enjoys being teased. if you’re in a meeting he’ll love to have a hand on your thigh trailing dangerously high while you’re talking, trying his hardest to break your focus and embarrass you

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he’s def on the louder side, not afraid to be whimpering, groaning and grunting all in your ear and it’s so fuckinf sexy he reminds me of those memes like “other dudes be afraid to moan in bed but i’m in my girls ear like”

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

has threesome/gangbang fantasies with you and the guys from 141, but he would literally never say anything to any of the guys nor you cause he’s worried about making things awkward with them. he could maybe maybe consider asking ghost

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

oooh do i have thoughts abt this 😭😭

so very thick and long. not the biggest (my man könig) but it’s very substantial. 6-7 inches hard and if the length doesn’t get you then the width WILL it feels like you’re getting SPLIT. base color #a95840 with a slightly lighter and redder tip

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

very. it doesn’t take a lot to get him going and on a good day he can go 3 rounds. whenever you’re in the mood, he’s in the mood and ready to go.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

as previously stated after he busts you got like 2 minutes before he’s knocked the fuck out and probably pinning you down with him. he can’t help it he’s so content and warm and he’s just gonna wanna take a nap

+ i plan on doing the rest of 141 and könig versions too :)

[drunkenlionwrites]

Himeko nsfw alphabet

A little something I wanted to write before the end of pride month. Also, I got my favorite queen yesterday from the standard banner so I'm ugly crying 😭 Warnings: fem bodied reader

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Himeko’s all about pampering her partner, so you can expect a lot of cuddles, gentle smooches and being totally taken care of. I believe she would be totally into bathing together and just relaxing in a soapy fragrant bath together if you both have enough energy to do so. But sometimes she also craves to be cared for, so please don’t neglect the softest girl ever. B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

She likes her legs and thighs the most (have you seen the girl’s dress?) Himeko likes to show off her long pretty legs and plush thighs, enjoying whenever she can catch your not-so-subtle gaze on them. As for you, I believe she’s a tits girl and would enjoy them in any shape form and size. Small tits? Great, she’ll caress them lovingly and pinch your nipples. Big? She’ll definitely enjoy nuzzling into them and kneading them with her tender hands.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

She mostly prefers and enjoys when you cum on her mouth, licking off your juices and cleaning your pussy dry with her tongue. She can’t get enough of your smell and the way you pulse around her tongue and on her lips. As for herself, she prefers to cum on your pussy, slowly rubbing your pretty, puffy clits against each other. You can expect a lot of cum, both of your liquids smearing on you. She’s also a squirter, if teased for a long time.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Most people take her for a soft dom, but I feel like she’s also a girl who wants to be taken care of and give off the reigns to you. Himeko’ll take all the teasing and overstimulation, you going a bit rougher on her too. Slap her pretty pussy and ass and she’ll elicit the prettiest mewls for you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

She’s not a young and naïve girl. Pretty experienced, knows for sure how to make a woman feel good, but is always eager to learn what makes you personally tick and will take her time getting to know your body. You can expect the greatest sexual encounters with her.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Tribbing. Not only it physically feels really good, but she prefers it because of how intimate and sexual it is. She can easily kiss you and look into your eyes while gliding up and down your labia with hers, so sleek and smooth, so sensitive.. It also allows her to add a lot of toys for additional stimulation if she’s in a mood.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

She’s more serious but can crack a few jokes during the foreplay. Usually, they’re just soft and cute one-liners though. When it comes to action, she’s all about romantic and sensual lovemaking. H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I think she’s one of the girls who prefers to be squeaky clean and fully shaved everywhere, you would rarely catch her with even shortest hair, she takes her presentation very seriously and is meticulous about it. I feel like she’ll also prefer either a fully shaved partner or a classical landing strip.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect) Oh she’s very into intimacy: eye contact, constant caresses, her hands are basically everywhere on you, touching every inch of your skin, your breasts and nipples rubbing against each other, her uneven breaths above your ears, constant wet kisses pressed on the most accessible parts of you in the moment, depending on your position. She’s the embodiment of sensuality.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Not very interesting for her, she’ll prefer to blow off steam with the partner, but if she’s single or you’re far away from each other, she’ll indulge in masturbation, preferring her hands and fingers. If you send her an erotic video or video of you masturbating, it’ll make the experience a hundred times more satisfying for her.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) She’s pretty vanilla overall, but she’ll definitely enjoy some dom/sub dynamics, being a switch I feel like it’ll also manifest as dressing you up prettily in sexy lingerie and clothes from time to time, gifting you a cute caller and murmuring to your ear lovingly that you’re her favorite kitten.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) She likes for sex to be comfy and relaxing. So, it’s either her or your bedroom, a nice hotel room, bathroom, somewhere secluded and nicely decorated. As for where exactly: could be anywhere, on the bed, on the carpeted soft floor, on a windowsill, in bathtub, on the kitchen counter, vanity cabinet, you name it.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) She’s really gets going from your lustful gazes and soft passing touches whenever you’re in public. Glide down from her waist till her hips a little as you pass her, and she’ll basically drag you to her room.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs) I feel like she’s very possessive and will be strongly against sharing or any kind of open relationships. No, she’s yours and you’re hers. No one in the equation other than two of you. She also won’t be into hard BDSM or 24/7 play, reserving it only for the bedroom.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) She loves giving more, and she’s really good at it. Can edge you for hours, then making you come again and again until you’re an overstimulated moaning mess. Can also make you squirt in long sessions. She won’t be against you going down on her, but will still go for more positions after you eating her out.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) 90/10 with 90 being slow and sensual. She loves to take time with sex. It’s a ritual, it’s a quality time, it’s about sharing emotions and sensations and it shouldn’t be rushed. Buuuut…if you tease her during the whole day or she’s just missed you too much, you can expect a heated quickie.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Just as written below. Can indulge in quickies when feeling too emotional and impatient, but overall Himeko can restrain herself well enough to properly indulge in you with a pace she likes. R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.) As for the risk of being caught, it’s not something she’ll be turned on by. She wants comfort and to feel in control of the environment and situation. As for indulging and experimenting with various kinks/positions/toys? She’s a strong believer that you should try all the stuff that intrigues you at least once.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?) As she’s more into a more relaxed and sensual sex, she can last for very long. Lasting the whole night is easy for her.

T = Toys (do they own toys or use them on a partner or themselves?) She has a pretty big collection of her own toys and toys she uses on you. She brings them into the foreplay or if you both are very tired, but she’s generally into more natural sex. She’s not a stranger to strap-ons and double-sided dildos if you want different kinds of sensations. Picking various kinds of cute butt plugs for you? Also yes.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Yes, she’s a queen of teasing and overstimulation. Will edge you for hours if she’s in the mood, but it’s all to make you feel good in the end. (and to see your pretty face, tears in your eyes as you pant and beg her to let you cum at last) But she’s into being teased just as much she likes to do it to you. If you’re feeling like you wanna be in control, deprive her of a few orgasms – she’ll definitely be crying for your mercy. V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Not very loud, more of a moaner than a screamer. Prefers to moan and talk dirty things into your ears. If overstimulated, becomes a panting and gasping mess.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) Loves when you bite and nibble on her breasts and nipples, her lower lips and labia (yes bite her pussy b**ch hehe) As for you, she’ll basically mark every spot of you that can’t be seen, as it comes from her possessiveness. She doesn’t want to ruin your pretty skin so you can look elegant during the day, but when you come to her and undress, showing off all the hickeys that are her doing - she goes feral. X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) Oh we don’t need an x-ray, the girl has a solid D cup, wide thick thighs and puffy pussy. 🥵 Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) Higher than average, but she can perfectly control her urges if needed. If you’re as into intimacy as her, it’ll be a big bonus. Prepare to clingy and overeager Himeko if she feels lonely, upset, and needs your consolation. It’ll definitely end in a night-long lovemaking session. Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward) Depends on how long you went for or if it was during the day/night. If it has been a night-long sex, she’ll fall asleep as soon as you both are cleaned up. If it was shorter, expect a cuddling session and a pillow talk.

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