#my lips are so dry and my nose is so stuffed but i'm happy. i'm happy

[existencebringsonlypain]

i just found my discord account and scrounged around for the servers I never left and said goodbye to all my old rp partners and internet friends and everyone who made me me. and I may be sobbing but i am so happy I got myself to say goodbye. these people were a bug part of me. I've always had issues with fearing forgetting the people who formed me as a person so i'm so happy that this time around I still had contact with them and I got to finally say goodbye.

if you still have contact with any of your old friends, I encourage you to talk to them. say goodbye. thank them. tell them you love them. it feels so nice.

I'll miss you guys. thank you.

[archangeldyke-all]

Could I get a Sevika with a post pregnancy wife reader? Like their baby refuses to latch onto her breast and it causes readers breast to be so sore and swollen and Sevika offers to suck on them for her and it turns into Sevika finger fucking her while sucking her breast milk

hngggg... anon, every once in a while i'll get an ask that actually literally gives me butterflies and this is one of them

men and minors dni

you're tired, and sore, and you miss your wife.

sevika's only been gone for a few hours. it's a sunday, shopping day in your house, and instead of waking you up at eight in the morning like she usually does, sevika cooked you breakfast, changed your baby and fed her again before putting her back down for a morning nap, and left the two of you to sleep. she'll be back soon, her arms swinging with grocery bags, a box of diapers on her hip, and a scowl on her face from having to deal with the weekend shoppers all on her own.

she's a sweetheart. it only makes you miss her more.

your poor little girl's got a stuffed nose-- just a baby cold. but it's been hell for all three of you, because now with her nostrils full of boogies, she can't comfortably breathe while she's breastfeeding.

it's breaking your heart. she cries because she's hungry, and then she cries when you try to feed her. she cries because of her nose, and she cries when you try to clean it out. she's miserable, and you're just happy that whatever bug she's got has been making her tired enough to get some proper sleep. it's the only relief you get between her wails.

as a result, your tits are so swollen with milk that you've been leaking steadily all morning.

you would pump-- but you've already pumped so much that your freezer is full of breastmilk-- probably enough to last a year.

after waking up in a cold bed without sev, you rolled over on your side to peek into your baby's crib. she was still sleeping soundly, so you snuck out of the room to scarf down your breakfast and hop in the shower.

you spent a while massaging your tits in the shower, expressing excess milk down the drain. it makes you sad-- breastmilk is like new-mom liquid-gold-- but, you've got nothing better to do with it.

you checked in on your girl again when you finish drying off.

she was sound asleep, her nose crusted with dried boogies, and she cooed when you pressed the back of your hand against her forehead. she's feelt normal, thank god, and you pressed play on the little white noise machine and refilled her humidifier, before kissing her and heading out to the living room to spread out on the couch and try to relax a bit.

you fell asleep the second your head hit the pillow.

you wake up to the sound of your front door opening. sevika curses in the doorframe as a grocerybag gets caught on the handle, and you smile as you rise to help her.

she sees you, and her face melts.

"hi baby." you say, lifting some of the grocery bags off her arm and swooping in to give her a quick kiss. she sighs against your lips.

"hi, love." she mumbles.

you walk her to the kitchen, where you help her start unpacking the bags.

"how was the store?" you ask. she groans.

"horrible as always. how's the little shit?" she asks. you scoff and elbow your wife at the horrible nickname for your girl.

"she's still sleeping, poor thing."

sevika pouts. "i wish i could make her feel better." she says. you kiss her cheek.

"i think the vapor rub you put on her chest really helped last night." you say. sevika sighs.

"how're you feeling, mama?" she asks you, wrapping her arms around your waist. there's still groceries on the counter-- but all the frozen and refrigerated stuff's been put away, so you pull her closer to you to lay on her chest. she kisses your scalp.

"tired. glad you're home. my tits are killing me." you say. sevika pouts.

"what's wrong, 'd she bite your nipples again?" she asks. you chuckle.

"she hasn't been eating-- i'm all swollen with milk."

sevika shudders in your arms, and you pull away to look at her. she gulps.

"i could... i could help you with that." she says, her cheeks getting dark, her pupils getting wide. you blink up at her, a smirk creeping up your lips and raising your eyebrow.

"and how do you suggest you help me, sevika?" you ask, slowly trailing your hands up from her shoulders to tangle your fingers in her hair. her eyes dart down to stare at your tits, your nipples hard and sticking out of your thin t-shirt, a little damp spot over each from where it's been steadily soaking up the constant leak of your tits. sevika gulps again, her hands slowly slipping up under your shirt, trailing up your waist, until they land on your tits.

you both sigh, and sevika slowly, slowly squeezes her hands. you whimper, and sevika gasps as twin spurts of milk coat her palms.

"lemme put my mouth on you, baby." she whispers, her voice husky and low. you shiver in her hands and grins at you as she slowly walks the two of you backwards until your back hits the counter. you sigh as sevika ducks down to start pressing kisses into your jaw and neck, shoving one of her thighs between both of yours. "whaddya say, mama?" she asks. "hmm? lemme take care of you? make you feel all better?" she teases. you gulp, your cunt pulsing around nothing, before nodding against sevika.

"y-yes." you whimper. sevika grins against your neck, before pulling up to press her lips to yours as her hands fall to grab your ass and sit you on the counter.

"fuck babe." she mumbles against you, nipping your lip. you whine. "nobody told me havin' a kid would mean havin' a live-in cockblock. i've fuckin' missed you."

you laugh for several reasons. for one thing, you told sevika about a million times how different your sex lives would be once your daughter came into the world. for another-- you and sevika fucked last night in the shower.

sevika smiles at the sound of your laughs, pulling away to admire you for a moment before pressing a kiss to your nose.

"you're ridiculous." you say. sevika shrugs.

"you're gorgeous." she whispers. you grin, reaching down to pull the hem of your shirt over your head. sevika gasps as your tits are revealed to her, her eyes going wide, and her tongue darting out to lick her lips. "fuck." she grunts. you giggle again, and sevika's eyes go a little softer as they dart down to watch your stretch mark riddled belly jiggle with your laughs. one of her hands reaches down to gently grope it, the other coming up to cup your jaw.

"sevika." you say, right before she kisses you. she blinks at you, waiting for you to speak. "i love you so much."

she smiles, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. "i love you more." she says. you chuckle, and she grins, and then, she ducks down to begin pressing kisses over your breasts.

you're really sensitive, tender to the touch, and sevika moans against you when she realizes just how sensitive you are. a few drops of milk escape your nipples as she pushes her face against your breast, before slowly sliding down your tit and onto your ribs. sevika whimpers, nipping your tit, before ducking down to lick the small trail of milk all the way up until her tongue is against your nipple.

you gasp, arching your back to press your tit more firmly against her mouth. she chuckles, before wrapping her lips around your nipple and sucking.

you moan, your hands flying up to claw at her hair, and sevika groans.

"you're so fuckin' sweet." she mumbles, before returning to sucking your tits. "mmm fuck."

"sev!" you moan. she hums against you.

"mmhmm?" she asks. you whimper.

"f-fuck!"

"mhm." she agrees. you laugh, and sevika's hand on your stomach trails lower, fiddling with the waistband of your underwear.

"please." you whine. sevika groans, pulling away from your tit with a pop. there's milk running down her chin and throat, and she looks fucking drunk.

"you want my fingers, baby?" she asks. "i'd give you my mouth, but i'm pretty occupied." she mumbles, pressing kisses against your tits. you gulp.

"please, sev, please. need you." you whine. she growls.

"fuck, i'll give you anything, baby." she says. "anything you want." she promises as she ducks her hand beneath your waistband, her hand cupping your cunt. your thighs twitch around her, and her mouth latches around your other tit, pressing kisses around your nipple before sucking it into her mouth.

on your cunt, she starts drawing circles against your clit. you whine, and she growls, her teeth gently teasing your nipple, making you squeal.

"watch it!" you cry. she chuckles around you, slurping against your tit.

"'m sorry." she mumbles. you look down at her where she's sucking against your chest, her cheeks hollow, her lips covered in your milk. you groan.

"you're so fuckin' hot." you whine. she chuckles.

"says you." she mumbles. a bit of milk escapes her lip, falling onto your torso. in your underwear, she dips a finger down to your hole, and you gasp.

"please!"

she nods against you, blinking up at you with big eyes as she easily slides to fingers inside you, all the way up to the hilt. you both moan, the gentle vibrations of sevika's mouth against your nipple making you dizzy.

"oh shit." you whine. she nods against you again. "fuck me!"

sevika starts fucking you hard, her fingers slamming in and out of your cunt, her palm making sticky smacking sounds against your cunt, as she continues to drink you up.

"f-fuck." she says, pulling away to gasp. she's a mess, milk coating her face and throat, and you're sure your tits and abdomen is no better. "fuck, you're so fuckin' hot babe, you taste so good, and you're so fucking wet." she growls. between the two of you, your cunt begins to squelch. she flashes you a wolfish grin.

"fuck!" you whine as she crooks her fingers up to begin hammering against your g spot. "fuck, sev, right there!"

"keep it down, baby, our girl's sleepin." she teases you. you whimper.

"fuck off."

"fuckin' leakin' for me all over, aren't you?" she continues. "cunt and tits. you're even droolin' a bit." she says, laughing.

you growl, reaching up to grab her hair and forcing her face back against your tits. she goes without a fight, grinning up at you as she licks your nipple back into her mouth.

"fuckin' needy." she mumbles against you before she begins to slurp against your tits again.

you're close, and sevika can tell with the way you're clenching and pulsing around her fingers. she reaches up with her free hand to fondle your free tit, groaning when a steady stream begins to trickle out as she squeezes it.

you blink down at your wife, gasping at the sight of her, her eyes rolled back in her head, her eyelashes fluttering, her lips puckered as she continues to gulp you down. she looks like she's in paradise.

when she blinks her eyes open to meet yours, a small smirk pulling up at her lips, a dribble of milk escaping her mouth and trailing down her chin, you cum.

you cum so hard you get lightheaded, and you and sevika both gasp when you start to squirt around her fingers.

"oh fuck baby!" she growls, before sinking her teeth against your tit. you gasp and scream, and sevika chuckles against you as she continues to work you through your orgasm.

eventually you catch your breath.

you blink your eyes open, and sevika's grinning at you. in the background, you can hear little fucker's cries from the bedroom. you huff.

"you made me wake the baby up!" you pout. she grins.

"that's not all i made you do." she says, slowly pulling her fingers out of your cunt and smiling down at the puddle of cum on the tiled kitchen floor as she pops her fingers in her mouth. "fuckin' delicious." she grumbles.

you giggle, and sevika smiles up at you.

"i love you." she says. you smile and lean forward to kiss her, your milk and cum sweet on her lips.

"i love you too."

"you wanna clean up this mess or go get the kid?" she asks. you laugh.

"you should get her. i don't think my legs will work for a few more minutes." you admit. sevika grins.

"damn right they won't." she says, cockily. you laugh, pressing another kiss to her lips. she hums against you. "how're your tits?" she asks. you laugh.

"much better. feeling very loved." you say. she grins.

"good."

"thank you for takin' care of me." you say, slinging your arms around her shoulders. sevika grins.

"always." she says. you smile.

in the bedroom, your little girl's cries turn into wails. sevika sighs and rolls her eyes, pressing another kiss to your lips before turning around.

"i'm comin' baby!" she calls to your daughter. you grin, leaning forward to smack her retreating ass. she shrieks and jumps, turning around to glare at you. you laugh.

"this isn't over. you're gettin' payback tonight." you say. sevika grins.

"oh am i?" she asks over her shoulder as she walks into your bedroom. you laugh.

"you've got no idea." you call back.

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[cosmxcmxrk]

Slowly posting my oneshots here, reminder that in my works characters are always aged up and consenting.

Marinette's sewing machine rumbled against her crafting table, her tongue perched between her lips as she pushed yards of fabric through the haste needle. A curious Tikki sat nearby, sorting sewing needles into a pin cushion.

She hummed as she reached the end, snipping the thread and pulling it out to look at it. Tikki flew to her side. "Is it everything you imagined it to be?"

She smiled and sighed happily. "Yes, Tikki. He's going to look amazing in this."

She folded the shirt and stuffed it in her bag before sprinting to the door to leave. Tikki scrambled to her side, finding her usual spot in Marinette's purse.

Adrien wrapped his plush, designer towel around his waist and combed at his slick hair in the mirror. He turned his face side to side, examining it.

He had just shaved yesterday and already golden specks peppered his jaw. He tsk'd his tongue before reaching into a drawer to pull out a small razor meant for this exact predicament.

"Chat Noir 1,000 years ago would be devastated to see you limit your beard potential." Plagg chided.

Adrien smirked. "That's not really my look. Besides, I can't hide this face behind a beard. Marinette needs-"

"You to pose for her website, yeah yeah. I thought you quit modeling."

Adrien took a powder sponge to his nose. "I told you before, I love modeling Marinette's designs. Adrien Agreste is exclusive to her handcrafted work now, plus I'd do anything for her."

Plagg sighed and shoved a piece of cheese into his gaping mouth, chewing obnoxiously. Adrien toned it out with a blow dryer. His phone buzzed against the marble counter, his eyes glancing down to squint at the message.

Lady of My Dreams✨: I'm on the way, mister model.

He smirked happily, heart thumping faster. He quickly tossed his hair around, wishing it would dry faster.

Marinette rung the doorbell to the Agreste mansion, the gate promptly opening. "The Gorilla" stood at the front door with the same displeased expression.

"Good morning!" She said happily as she passed him by, handing him a bag of fresh warm croissants. He cracked a smile and nodded.

She happily skipped up the stairs, clutching the bag containing the newly crafted outfit she made for her boyfriend. She reached the top step and raised her knuckles to knock at the tall, black door.

Before she could make a sound, the door cracked open. Adrien peaked around and looked down happily at his little seamstress. "Hey, Bugaboo."Marinette looked up with red cheeks and smiled.

He snickered and pulled her in quickly by the shoulders. Her hands immediately clung to his firm neck as they leaned towards each other for a kiss. They stepped back into the room, sharing praiseful greetings and loving smooches.

It took only a few more seconds for her to realize her Chat was only wearing a bath towel placed so low on his waist it was almost indecent. Her hands suddenly felt hot against his bare skin, she looked him up and down and stammered.

Adrien laughed and gave her a smug glance. "Sorry, M'Lady. Putting on clothes seemed redundant."

She ran her eyes down his happy trail, the smallest patch of blonde hairs poking out at the top. Her legs stiffened, teeth clenched. "T-This early in the morning?" She said quietly.

"What was that?" He asked.

Her head snapped back to his. Her eyes were blown with bewilderment. "Nothing! You just...should really put some clothes on before I explode!" She shoved the bag into his hands and pushed him into the bathroom.

He snickered at her reaction and shut the door reluctantly. They had seen each other naked several times before, but he loved how she always became incredibly flustered when her eyes met his bare skin.

She walked around in a circle, fanning her face. That conniving cat always found ways to mess with her and tease her relentlessly. The door opened and she turned around quickly trying to play it cool.

He stepped out, striking silly poses. His face was plastered with an impressed smile. "My personal designer once again hits the nail on the head."

Marinette's eyes were glazed over with infatuation. "Woooooow." She cooed out with hands clasped together.

She was ogling, gawking. Her brain wasn't on the same plane of existence anymore. He looked at her smugly. "Looks like the bugs in a trance again."

She pulled out her phone and started snapping a few photos. "I'm changing my fashion website into a blog of just photos of you." She joked.

He snickered. "You'd get so much traffic it'd crash."

She gasped and widened her eyes. "You're right! I have to keep these for myself!" She continued snapping at different angles.

She thought about how incredibly lucky she was. She of course had always kept photos of the model on her walls, computer, phone, etc. but nobody got to see all of the photos she took for her website but her. The thought made her giddy, stomach fluttering.

As he moved his arms, the bottom of the shirt rose, exposing his mid-drift. She stared at the top of his v-line, biting her tongue. His stomach was hard and tan, his hip muscles poking over the hem of the shorts.

A sudden, erotic thought disturbed her focus causing her to freeze. Adrien looked at her perplexed and stopped posing. "Everything okay?"

The thought of Adrien not only posing for just her, but posing with skin showing, perhaps nude, giving her a brain wave. She thought of all of the scant poses she could make him do. Touching himse-

"Earth to Marinette!" He said waving his hand in front of her face.

She looked up at him with a sheepish look. "Sorry...I was thinking about something..."

Adrien knew what that meant. This wasn't the first time she daydreamed while he modeled for her. He smiled down at her slyly and pushed her phone down.

"Care to share?" He said softly.

She dug her toes into the floor anxiously. "Just the u-usual..."

He stepped closer, placing his hands on her hips. "You're getting worked up from taking photos of me again, aren't you, Little Bug?"

She hummed at the nickname, feeling hot where he touched her. "I...think I got enough photos." She said looking up at him wantonly.

He smirked and stepped away, walking toward the couch and sitting down, patting the cushion next to him for her sit. She followed suite, sitting close to him and handing him the phone.

She didn't bother looking, knowing they were flawless, all she could look at was the chiseled side profile of her Chat. He also, did not care too much about the quality of the photos, wanting to focus on his lady.

"Maybe I need to take some photos of you next time." He said turning his head to look at her.

Their faces were only centimeters apart now. She couldn't help but admire his features in her head. His eyes were like twin emerald jewels, lips like silky cherry blossom petals. She loved how clean he smelled, and how petite she felt next to him.

"You're so handsome, you know that?" She said with a blush developing, reaching her hands up to cup his face.

He smirked as he watched her eyes dart to his lips then back at his eyes. Her lashes were long and her pupils were shiny. He squeezed the top of her thigh, trying his hardest not to pounce her.

"Enlighten me, M'Lady." He said in a hushed tone.

Marinette pulled him closer to her by the collar of the handcrafted shirt, with both hands. She looked down at his peach colored lips with half lidded eyes one last time before attaching hers to them. He kissed back eagerly, bringing a hand up to hold her wrist as she held his neck.

The kiss was slow, and passionate. Marinette felt her body heat up as they made out at such a pace. Her abdomen swirled, letting herself know she needed more.

She hummed at how enchanting his mouth felt on her own. There was nothing more delicate than the dance of her and his lips. Adrien always liked to tell himself they were made for his in the pique of his late night thoughts.

Adrien nipped softly at her top lip as she pulled away for a second, only to go back in immediately. He lowered both hands down her sides and gripped her hips, pulling her closer to him, chest to chest.

He felt her hum in delight into the smooch. The feeling of her touch was certainly something he was accustomed to, but it still made his blood run hot. He grunted at the tightness of his pants, cursing himself for being so incredibly whipped for Marinette.

She slid her hands higher, gripping onto his golden hairs, her favorite spot. He felt a shiver run up his spine at the soft touches of her fingers. "I love it when you touch me like that." He whispered between a kiss.

She moaned in response, tangling her fingers further into it, guiding his head against hers. Without taking his lips away from hers, he leaned her back onto the couch. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his torso.

He continued exploring her waist with his hands, finger pads running along the soft skin of her stomach and hips. Her body twitching in response to the cold metal of his ring grazing her skin.

He felt her begin to impatiently rock her hips against his. He grunted at the slight friction of her ass on his hardening dick. The movement of their mouths against one another becoming slightly quicker, and wetter.

His hands made their way higher, snaking under her shirt. He traced the delicate lines of the lace on her bralette, searching for the peaks of her nipples. She moaned lightly as he thumbed over them, arching her back at the sensation.

He pulled away from her lips, immediately going back down on the side of her mouth. She rubbed her hands back down his neck, slipping them into his shirt, slightly scratching at the skin of his upper back and shoulders.

He kissed softly down her jawline to her neck, grasping the fabric of her bralette and pulling it down gently. She gasped at the feeling of her hardening nipples being freed, being teased by the fabric of her shirt.

He gave the sensitive spot on her neck a pressed smooch, eliciting a moan. He pulled away his face and looked at her with lustful eyes.

"You make the sweetest sounds for me." He said quietly.

He kept the intense eye contact as he pulled her shirt up. She blushed, tightening her legs around him. He smirked before lowering his mouth to her right bud, giving it a kiss.

The heat of his mouth, and the soft wetness of his lips on her nipple made her close her eyes, scrunching up her eyebrows. She bit her bottom lip lightly, trying to contain her moans. He knew how much she loved when he sucked her nipples, and her stubbornness to moan just spurred him on even more.

He planted another open mouthed smooch on the soft pink skin, then swirled his tongue around the bud softly. She leaned her head back, back lifting higher off the couch.

"Ah! A-Adrien..." She gasped.

"I could do this for hours." He grunted before closing his mouth around it, sucking it softly, simultaneously flicking his tongue at it inside his mouth.

She finally put her pride aside, moaning and grinding herself harder into his clothed, neglected dick. He wrapped his arms around her tightly, moving his hips with hers as he sucked greedily on her nipple.

"I l-love it when you kiss me there, Chat." She moaned, pulling at his hair.

He didn't need her words of validation to know she enjoyed it. He gave the now swollen bud a hard suck, pulling it gently then releasing it. He kissed his way over to the left one beginning the same maneuvers. He pulled his right hand loose and brought it up to play with the sensitive bud as he worked his mouth on the other.

She wiggled in his arms, feeling overwhelmed by his touch. She felt like she could cum just from him doing this alone. And so could he.

He finally pulled away from the left with a pop and sat up, placing both hands on her chest to thumb the tender buds. She looked at him with a lewd face, squirming in pleasure. He loved how sexy she looked with wet, swollen nipples, and even more were the sounds coming from her mouth.

He felt another painful twitch from his shorts and lowered his hands down her waist. He latched his fingers onto the hem of her pants, pulling at them. She lifted her hips slightly to allow it, the cool air against her skin giving her immediate goosebumps.

He pulled both her pink capris and panties off in one go, tossing them to the side of the couch, then went for the askew bralette and shirt. He knew she always felt embarrassed, but he loved when she was stark naked in front of him leaving him in his clothes.

He felt his stomach flutter at the sight, and his cheeks went red. He leaned down to reattach his lips with hers, her kissing back with need. The feeling of her naked heat against him was almost too much for him the bear.

He pulled away from the kiss to look down at her body, moist folds staining the material of his shorts. He grunted and looked back up to her face, which was painted with slight embarrassment and full arousal.

"You take my breath away." He praised, bringing a thumb to her cheek.

She brought her hands to the bottom of his shirt and began lifting it upward. "Take away mine too, Chat."

He loved how needy she sounded, and happily aided her in stripping him of the shirt she worked so hard on. She leaned back on her elbows, and watched in awe as her boyfriend's skin stretched over his abs and arm muscles as he sat up to lift the shirt over his head.

He leaned back down and placed his hands on her knees. She whimpered as she looked down at his hand as he rubbed it down her thigh to the aching lips of her pussy.

He leaned his face down, nearly touching noses with her as he lowered three fingers to her vulva, feeling around the slick folds. She wrapped her hand around his wrist tightly as he rubbed the digits into her clit.

He paid close attention to the way her body reacted to his touch. Her legs shook slightly, breath catching when his finger completed a circle.

She ground her hips into his touch, wanting more friction. She could feel her entrance fluttering, begging to be filled by his thick tan fingers. Her stomach churned at the thought.

"Adrien...please finger me." She moaned, pulling his hand lower.

He muttered a curse under his breath, loving the way she was looking at him with such intensity and lust. He obliged, carefully pushing two slicked fingers inside her entrance.

She pursed her lips together, moaning at the sensation, squeezing his wrist. He started a slow pace, massaging his finger pads along her soaked walls. His dick was incredibly jealous of his hand, causing him to grit his teeth at the ache.

She noticed the action, mentally punching herself for being so selfish. She took her other hand to his belt buckle, doing her best to unlatch it with one hand.

His fingers found the soft, textured spot deep inside her, and immediately began thrusting them up into it at a rougher angle. Her body jolted back with each thrust of his hand, moans turning more into cries of pleasure.

In the midst of her immense arousal, she was able to free his dick of his shorts. She matched the pace of his fingers, pumping his tip that was dripping with precum. He let out a deep, relieving groan.

"Fuck, M'Lady. You turn me on." He growled.

They both continued staring wantonly into one another's eyes as they worked their hands on each other. He pressed his forehead to hers, his eyes squeezing shut. She had only been touching him for a minute, and he already felt his orgasm approaching.

The feel of his girth in her hands made her squirm, her body becoming impatient. She stared down at the twitching organ, admiring the thick vein that ran up the shaft.

"I want you inside me, Adrien. I want your cock to make me cum." She said softly.

He felt his head spin at the words, and the sounds she made following. Her legs tightened around his hand, her thumb rubbing a circle into the slit of his dick. He tensed his stomach trying his hardest to hold back his orgasm.

"As you wish, M'Lady."

He pulled his fingers away, opening her legs. She brought both of her hands to his waist, gripping the hard muscles of his stomach. He pushed his shaft down with his thumb, pressing slowly into her.

They both moaned at the feeling, already overly sensitive from the foreplay. He leaned down, meeting stomachs with her, elbows on either side of her head. He placed a hand on the side of her face, thumb locking under her jaw, rocking into her at a slow, but forceful pace. She brought her arms up to wrap around his neck, leaning her head back and closing her eyes.

He brought his head down to attach his mouth to her exposed neck, biting down lightly as he thrusted. He could feel her legs shaking harshly against his sides. Not only were her moans delightful to hear, but being able to feel them on his lips from her throat made it all the better.

His dick was throbbing, begging to be relieved. The pace of his thrusts were slower, more sensual, and it felt incredible for the two of them. The build up was slow and exhilarating. As much as he loved pounding Marinette until she saw stars, it was just as fun if not more to rock his cock into her, feeling up every inch of her insides.

She loosened one hand and laid it back to reach for his that was resting beside her head. He intertwined his fingers with hers tightly, holding her hand down above her head.

He groaned after every thrust inside, his pelvis hitting flat against her mons. Her breath escaped her lungs, loving how deep he was, tip pressing firmly against her erogenous zone. Her walls fluttered around him, the two not being able to hold back any noise that escaped their lips. It was euphoric.

Her whole body squirmed, the pleasure becoming overwhelming. She felt her body continuously contracting, orgasming over and over. The pressure of his body on hers kept her from spasming about. She could feel his hips sputtering, he pulled his mouth away from her neck to look her in the eyes.

"I can't last much longer, Bug. You feel too good." He groaned feeling her insides squeeze him tightly.

"Cum inside m-me, Adrien. I want it." She gasped out. She ground her hips up against him with fervor, getting a high from the feeling.

He moaned at a higher pitch, grinding harshly into her, hips circling. "F-Fuck, ah...I'm cumming, Marinette."

She squealed as he filled her, fingers digging into his shoulders. He continued grinding as he came, body convulsing against hers. She watched him with awe in her eyes as he orgasmed, face flushed and eyes squeezed shut.

He finally pulled himself out, dick twitching hard, cum still spurting out onto her stomach. He ground his dick into her folds, cursing at the pleasure.

She giggled, admiring the sight of it. "Wow, Kitty." She gawked.

"That was fucking amazing." He laughed, wiping his forehead of the light sweat that percolated.

She pushed her hips up into him, feening off the friction on her clit. His breathing settled as she ran her hands along his pecs. "I don't think I've ever cum so many times in a row." She said with embarrassment in her voice.

He gave her a smirk. "Nothings impawssible, M'Lady."

She blushed hard, pounding his chest with her hands. "You seriously have the worst comedic timing!"

"I know you love it." He leaned, down pecking her cheek relentlessly.

She would never admit it, but she did. She melted into him, wishing he would never stop. And he didn't. His playful pecks turned into loving smooches against her flushed cheeks.

She pulled his face away by his hair and turned to look at him and gave him a sheepish look, pulling him back down to kiss her lips. An action he would never turn down.

They instantly began grinding against one another again, kissing harshly. They would always want more of each other, nothing ever felt like enough.

Adrien broke the kiss to groan. "Goddamnit." He muttered.

Marinette giggled. "What?"

She didn't have to ask to know, because she could feel it against her stomach. He looked at her embarrassed. She smiled and pecked his nose.

"You know I want it too, Kitty." She whispered, leaning back in to smooch his upper lip.

He cocked an eyebrow. "Oh, really?"

He sat up, pulling her up and flipping her around onto her stomach. He grabbed her by the hips and lifted her onto her knees, ass in the air. She gasped at the sudden movement and looked back at him from over her shoulder.

"I think you'll have to remind me, Little Bug." He grabbed his dick, dragging the tip up her folds from behind.

She gripped the cushion of the couch, wishing he'd just put it in without the teasing. "I always want you, my love. I love it when you fuck me." She wiggled her ass against him, desperately wanting him to put it back in.

He gulped at the sight, placing both hands on her hips and pressing her firmly into the couch. He lined himself up to her and pushed the tip in teasingly. She smiled back at him with a moan.

"Good girl." He praised before slamming himself into her, immediately thrusting at a fast pace.

She squealed, toes curling at the sudden pressure against her insides. "Fuck, yes!" She screamed throwing her head back and squeezing her eyebrows up in pleasure.

"Damn, Bug. Is this what you want?" He grunted.

The sudden change in the mood of the room felt exhilarating. Her body was going limp, all she could focus on was how amazing his cock felt ramming into her guts. "Y-yes! I love it!"

"Fuck, you like it when your kitty fucks you hard, huh?" He growled, becoming high off the feeling.

The words sent lightening up her spine, causing her to squeeze her knees together, eyes rolling back in her head. She was a rag doll at this point, completely merciless to him.

Adrien felt mesmerized as he watched her lips wrap around him, pulling him in after each thrust. The way he felt in this moment was so different from a few minutes ago, like his brain switched from pure love to aggressive lust.

She tried her best to rock back on him, body jolting forward with each thrust. His hands were digging harshly into her lower back, causing her to arch downwards into the couch.

He groaned, biting down on his lip before reaching down to pull her up by the arms. She reached an arm behind her and latched it onto his neck, the other holding herself up. He kept one hand on her waist, the other wrapped around her front to grip onto her stomach.

He pressed the hand into her abdomen, fucking into her at a deeper angle. She tightened her grip on his hair. "You're so good at fucking me, Adrien." She moaned with a love drunk smile.

He leaned his face close to hers as he felt the warm sensation in his stomach build. "You're so good at taking me, Marinette."

She felt herself clench around him, wanting desperately to release. She rocked herself back on him. "Oh God, I wanna cum, Chat! I love your cock inside me! Don't s-stop!" She moaned.

Adrien kept his gaze on her face, resting his head on her shoulder. He nudged his mouth against her ear and nipped at the skin. "The way you're squeezing my dick is fucking amazing." He growled.

She moaned loudly, a shiver running up her spine as his breath hit her ear. His tongue teased at her nape, throwing her closer to the edge. Her legs were shaking harshly, barely being able to hold herself up. "I-I'm cumming!" She squealed.

Adrien lowered the hand on her abdomen lower, reaching greedily for her vulva. He dipped his hands below her folds, massaging softly at her clit. She screamed, feeling overstimulated as she orgasmed again. He continued his actions, knowing she thoroughly enjoyed being fucked senseless.

Her slick dripped erotically down his shaft, the warmth of it eliciting a deep groan from Adrien. He took both hands to her hips, pulling her down on him as he reached his own orgasm. Her upper body fell forward, her arms barely able to hold herself up as he came deep inside her.

She looked back at him with a blown out expression. Her legs twitched hard, fingers gripping the cushions to where her knuckles were turning white. He pulled out slowly, watching intently as his and her essence poured down her inner thighs.

"You need to make me shirts more often if this is what it entails." He joked.

She smirked tiredly. "Why do you think I want you to model my designs?"

Adrien pushed her hips back down to lay on her side, making room for himself to lie next to her. She immediately pulled herself closer to him, placing her hand on his jaw to trace her fingers along his skin.

"I'm going to need another shower." Adrien said breaking the silence.

Marinette giggled and kissed his nose. "Are you implying what I think you're implying?"

Adrien teased at her hips causing her to gasp and twitch. "You know the shower is one of my favorite places to-"

Before he could finish, Marinette was already scrambling off the couch to run to the bathroom. "Hurry up, Chat boy."

[metalbuckaroo]

Birthday to Remember

SUMMARY// After being pulled along to a strip club by your friends on your birthday, you end up leaving with some company.

WARNINGS// smut, oral (f receiving), kinda corruption kink, pussyjob, cursing, mentions of tobacco and alcohol use

AU// Stripper!Bucky x Innocent!Readee

AN// Requests and asks are always open, 18+ ONLY Minors DNI

Masterlist

Moodboard by// @commonintrest Dividers by// @skylightlantern

The last thing you wanted on your birthday was for your friends to drag you to a strip club. You felt awkward and out of place walking amongst the room full of half naked men and drinking customers.

"This just feels weird." You sighed, following your three friends towards the bar that was in the corner. "We'll get one of those private rooms they have here for parties and a beefy man. It will be a birthday to remember, c'mon." One of them grinned.

You pitched in on the drinks and a private room, one of the men walking in right after you. Dark, chin length hair and a sweet smile that nearly distracted from the tight leather shorts that left little to the imagination.

You spent most of the time staring down into your glass, having to silently remind yourself you were suppose be having fun as your friends cheered and giggled as they stuffed bills into the waistband of the man's shorts; whose named you learned was Bucky.

You weren't really paying attention to what he was doing. More to the way the silvery metal of his arm gleamed under the dimmed lights and where metal met flesh at the base of his shoulder.

Wondering how he got it or if he could feel when someone touched it, rather than thinking of the smooth way his body moved.

One of your friends said something to him that you couldn't quite make out. Bucky nodding and looking over at you with a half smile.

"Want the birthday special?" He asked, moving to stand in front of you. Your face warmed at his words and you swallowed thickly, shaking your head. "No, it's fine."

"Oh, come on. Don't be a prude." One of the three girls groaned, poking one of your crossed legs.

Wetting your lips, you glanced up at Bucky who looked at you with welcoming eyes. "Yeah, okay." You nodded.

Your stomach flipped when he took the drink from your hands, handing it to your friend before the cool metal of his left hand nudged at your knee for you to uncross your legs.

Bucky placed his hands on the back of the couch, your shoulders trapped between metal and flesh as he leaned down to talk in your ear. "If you're uncomfortable with anything, just pinch me."

You gave another nod and he smiled, flashing his pearly whites as he leaned his knees against the edge of the plush cushion on either side of yours.

Your heart beat wildly in your chest when he tugged at the laces of the shorts to loosen them before taking your hands in his.

Bucky was eating up every reaction you gave. The way you chewed your bottom lip as he guided your hands along the taut muscles of his chest and abdomen, your fingers feeling every dip in the smooth skin and grazing over the barbells that pierced through his nipples.

He especially liked the way you weren't trying to rush his hands to go under his shorts; letting him be in full control.

Your eyes went wide when he stopped your hands at the waistband of the leather, the sound of your heart beating and blood rushing in your ears almost drowning out the sound of your friends giggling and squealing.

And the sound of the door opening.

"Buck, you've got a set." Another man said from the doorway. "I'm in the middle of a session." Bucky huffed, looking over his shoulder but not moving your hands. "Cap is gonna fill in."

Letting out a heavy sigh, Bucky finally let go of your hands, but his close proximity wasn't letting your body relax just yet as he leaned to peck a kiss to your cheek. "Happy birthday." He chuckled before standing.

A broad blonde took his place, this one letting you sit in peace and stare into you half empty glass.

"I'm gonna head home." You exhaled, glancing at the happy looks on your friend's faces. "Fine, buzz kill." One of them muttered.

Pushing through the crowded club, you pushed the heavy metal door open. Bucky was leaned against the concrete wall of the building not far from the door, now in a pair of sweats and a hoodie as he smoked a cigarette.

"The birthday girl." He grinned, blue eyes meeting yours as you stepped closer. "Want one?" He asked, holding the cigarette out towards you. "Uh, no. Thanks."

"Listen-" he cleared his throat, pushing away from the wall to stand in front of you. "I can find someone to cover for me if you need some company on your walk home." He offered before bringing the cigarette to his lips.

"I'll be fine, I'm not too far." You shrugged, looking to the sidewalk. "You can't walk alone, it's one in the morning." Bucky chuckled, shaking his head. "That's different than walking with a stranger?"

His tongue jutted out across his bottom lip, eyebrows twitching upwards. "Well- I was about five seconds away from putting your hand in my shorts around thirty minutes ago. I think I'm a little better than a stranger." He teased, leaning forward slightly. "Besides, your friends kinda seem like assholes."

He wasn't wrong. They were sometimes pushy, telling you to loosen up a little and dragging you along with them to places where you felt out of place.

"Ok, fine." You exhaled. Bucky cracked a smile and dropped his cigarette, stomping it out under his shoe. "Let me get my stuff, just wait here for a second." He said, brushing his fingers to your forearm.

"Thanks, for walking with me." You said as you unlocked your front door. "This isn't the worst side of town but it's not the best either." Bucky said with a small laugh.

"I forgot to tip you, by the w-" his warm hand stopped yours from digging in your wallet, shaking his head. "Don't worry about it. Just- invite me in for a drink." He shrugged.

You narrowed your eyes at him, cocking your head to the side. "You're not a creep, are you?"

Bucky laughed, his smile crinkling the corners of his eyes. "No, just don't want a pretty girl to spend her birthday alone. Plus, I had someone take over my shift."

"Well, my apartment is dry. So, you're out of luck on that drink." You smiled, opening the door to walk into the small studio apartment. "That's fair."

Bucky was good company as the two of you sat on the couch in your living room, telling you funny stories about his time working at the club and listening intently to anything you said. The lighting in your apartment made his eyes even more blue than you'd noticed earlier and his features look sharper, framed by his dark locks.

Over the last couple of hours he had slowly moved his way closer to you. Close enough that you could smell his woodsy cologne mixed in with the scent of cigarettes, his metal arm resting on the back of the couch as his right hand would occasionally brush against you when he'd talk.

"You're cute, like a bunny." He said with a small laugh, making your face heat up. "Thanks, I guess?" You mumbled, chewing your tongue as he lifted his hand to your cheek.

He hummed in response, leaning closer until his lips brushed yours and your breathing hitched.

You pressed a hand against his chest and leaned away slightly. "I've never..." You trailed off, hoping he'd get the point. "I figured that much. Can go as far as you want, or we don't have to at all."

"How many girls have you said that to?" You silently cursed yourself for saying it as soon as you did, biting down on the inside of your cheek. He just chuckled and brushed his thumb over the tip of your nose. "I'm more of a long term guy. Pretty sure I can count who I've slept with on one hand."

"Sorry, I didn't mean it like that." You said quietly, pulling at a string on the seam of your jeans. "I know." Bucky said before slotting his lips over yours, the kiss gentle and sweet.

The taste of cigarettes and mint gum flooded your tastebuds when his tongue slipped past your lips to press into yours, the softness of his plump lips contrasting the scratch of his stubble.

Bucky just felt so welcoming, his touches cautious to wait for you to stop him as his hand moved from your cheek. Fingers ghosting down the side of your neck to leave goosebumps in their wake, along the buttons of your blouse and finally stopping to wedge between your thighs.

He pulled away, leaving your breathless as you blinked your eyes open to meet his lust filled blue ones. "Remember to pinch me if anything makes you uncomfortable." He teased, pecking a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

Things were moving fast, clothes quickly discarded on the path from the couch to your bed. Bucky's hands and lips only parting from you long enough to rid another clothing item that shielded his skin from yours until all that stood in his way was your underwear and his leather shorts.

You weren't sure if it was the head rush from only knowing Bucky for a few hours after holding out for so long, or the way his darkened eyes looked you over as he bent his body over yours.

"You're so beautiful." He breathed, leaving a brisk kiss to your lips before trailing wet kisses down your neck and chest.

Your hands gripped onto the sheets harder the further down your abdomen he got, trying to keep your breathing even as fingers hooked in the waistband of your underwear.

Bucky looked up at you one last time before dragging the fabric down your legs, tossing them to the side and taking his spot back between your legs.

You propped yourself up on your elbows to watch as he peppered kisses to the inside of your thighs, cold metal and warm flesh gently massaging the outsides of them as his stubble scraped at your skin.

A squeak erupted from your throat when he sunk his teeth into the supple flesh, making you move your leg away from his face to pull the skin from between his teeth.

Bucky chuckled and placed a soothing kiss on the mark. One to remind you that none of this had been a dream.

An excited chill ran down your spine when his hot breath fanned your dripping folds. Bucky giving one last glance before flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud, a soft chuckle bubbling in his chest when your body jolted and you drew in a sharp breath.

"So responsive, I could get use to that." He winked, licking a stripe from your entrance to your clit.

Bucky basked in every breathy sound and reaction he elicited from you, moaning at the taste he wanted to burn into his memory. In hopes he had another chance at this, the slice of heaven he held in his hands.

The chance to have his own angel to bend and mold into his filthiest dream.

He moved his hand to ease his middle finger into your heat, groaning at the immediate flutter of your walls as your hands fisted the sheet and chest heaved with a soft moan.

"Oh, c'mon. You can be louder than that, bunny." Bucky purred, curling the long, thick finger to find the sweet spot to set off the reaction he wanted. A louder moan pulling from your chest when he found the rough patch just inside your cunt making him smirk. "There it is."

He locked his lips around your clit again, fingers curling into the spot that pulled the vulgar sounds from your sweet lips as he sucked and flicked his tongue over the bundle of nerves. An unfamiliar feeling quickly building in your lower belly.

"Bucky-" You keened as white hot pleasure surged through you, your trembling thighs closing on his head as his metal hand moved from your hip to grope at your chest.

His fingers pinched and grazed the pebbled bud before massaging the flesh under his palm as your back arched, your breath catching in your throat and ears ringing.

Bucky lifted his head from between your legs, finger continuing to stroke your walls to work you through your orgasm as he pulled the laces of his shorts loose.

Your skin felt like it was on fire, every nerve alive as you opened your eyes again to Bucky standing at the end of the bed and shoving the shorts down his thick thighs. Erection springing free to give a glance of the two barbells on the underside of his cock. One under the ridge of his swollen head, the other at the base.

Your heart pounded in your ears when he moved back between your legs, stomach flipping from the nerves as his leaking tip ran through your folds and prodded your entrance. "Wait-"

Your hand pressed to the firm muscles of Bucky's stomach made his movements still and eyes flick up to meet your nervous expression. "We can stop if you want. Or we can try something else." He suggested, leaning on his palms to catch your lips in his briefly.

You nodded and let out a shaky breath. "Yeah, something else." You breathed.

A whimper passed your lips when he rocked his hips forward, the barbell sliding over your clit sending shocks of pleasure through you.

Bucky's bottom lip disappeared behind his teeth as let out quiet groans from the feeling of your slick coating his shaft.

"Talk to me, bunny. This okay?" He panted, gaze raking over your naked form that still had the sheet clutched tightly as melodic sounds spilled from your lips.

"Feels good," You panted, words slightly slurred from the dizzy feeling in your head caused by the pressure quickly building again. "So good." He moaned, holding his base to have better guidance through your folds.

You bit your lip into your mouth as tears prickled your eyes from the second wave of warmth that spread, choking out a moan as his pace quickened.

"Fucking shit-" Bucky huffed, his grip on your thigh tightening and release spilling onto your lower abdomen.

You inhaled a few deep breaths, trying to steady your heart beat as he pecked a kiss to your knee before standing from the bed to grab a piece of clothing for clean up.

You pulled the blanket from under you to hold to your chest, waiting for him to get dressed and make an excuse to leave like you'd heard your friends talk about after a hook up.

Instead, he wandered towards the kitchen, finding an empty can as he lit a cigarette, your eyes staying fixed on the way the muscles in his back rippled with his movements.

"C'mere." Bucky said with a soft groan as he got under the blankets with you, sitting the can on the nightstand. "You're staying?" You asked, furrowing your eyebrows at him.

"If you want me to, yeah." He shrugged, holding his arm out for you to lay on as he placed the cigarette between his teeth and grabbed a pillow to cushion the metal.

You gave a soft yeah and cuddled into his side, the soft whirring of his arm under the pillow helping you slowly drift to sleep.

You felt yourself waking up as the bed dipped under the weight of Bucky moving, deciding not to fully wake up and let him leave in silence.

"Hey," Bucky whispered, moving his body over yours to press a gentle kiss to your shoulder. "Hmm?" You hummed in response, peaking an eye open to look at the slate blue eyes that held adoration in them.

His knuckles brushed down your arm, a sweet kiss placed on your lips as he gave you a soft smile. "I gotta go, but I left my personal number under your alarm clock. Give me a call sometime."

You nodded and smiled lightly at him, another kiss pecked to your lips before he left the bed to gather his things, walking towards the door.

"I'm gonna hold ya to that, bunny."

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[kltira]

┊₊˚{☁️} “When you're sick”₊˚꒦｡

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ꔫ Fandom꒱꒱ Kakegurui

ꔫ Genre꒱꒱ Fluff {100% SFW}

ꔫ Type and pairing꒱꒱ Imagines ( x reader )

ꔫ Featuring꒱꒱ Yumeko Jabami, Midari Ikishima, Runa Yomozuki

ꔫ Pronouns꒱꒱ She/her, fem reader

ꔫ Content Warning(s)꒱꒱ Illness, mention of m3d1cation, use of pet-names

ꔫ Summary꒱꒱You have a bad cold, coughing and sniffling in your bed; you overall feel awful! Your girlfriend finally comes home, and they're here to take good care of you.

ꔫ Author note(s)꒱꒱I'm actually sick right now, and my immune system sucks, so it's so much worse than a normal cold. So, writing fanfiction might help take the mind off of my misery lmao. I hope you enjoy reading, requests are always welcome!

☆ﾟ Yumeko Jabami ☆ﾟ

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        You woke up in your fluffy queen-sized bed; you felt overwhelming congestion in your nose and throat. It was around springtime, and that’s usually when you got sick the most, so you just knew that you never look forward to that time of year. You had a cold. You groan in pain, sniffling your stuffed nose, trying to unclog a small hole to breathe through, but you just breathe through your mouth anyway. You grumpily reached for your phone. Once you looked at the time, you noticed you had slept in. It was already around 3:00 PM. You seemed to miss school; not that it mattered, you probably wouldn’t have gone either way. Rolling off the bed, you heard a knock at your dorm room door just when you landed your feet on the ground. “C-Coming!” You stuttered with an achy voice, causing a slight dry cough.

  Stumbling to the door, you open it slowly, some snot running down your nose. At the door was your girlfriend, Yumeko Jabami! You were used to your love coming over every day, so this wasn’t anything new. Yumeko seemed super happy and came in talking about a fantastic gamble she just had with Mary, using lots of exciting expressions and hand gestures. She hadn’t really got to look at you yet, as she always gets very hyper in her favorite hobby. You listened, smiling at how happy your girlfriend got; seeing her smile made you smile. You actually forgot about your sickness for a second until you made another cough, this time, it really hurt your throat. Yumeko finally looked at you clearly with surprised, widened eyes. “Oh my! Darling, are you sick?” she dramatically gasps, not letting you answer before dragging you to your bed, tucking you in with your favorite blanket. 

   “Yumeko, it’s okay! I’m okay! You don-” Yumeko cuts you off with a finger to your lips. She smiles and starts gathering essentials like a tissue box, cough drops, the trash bin, and medicine to help you sleep. “I’ll take care of you, okay? Try and get your rest, my love. You’ll be gambling again in no time!” Yumeko whispers sweetly in your ear, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. You blushed and grabbed for her hand, shyly tugging on it. “Can you stay here with me? I don’t want you to go... It’ll make me feel better!”           

   Yumeko giggled, sliding under the covers with you, holding you gently on her chest, and circling your back softly. “Of course, darling, anything for you.” With those words, You smile, holding her hand as you both slowly drift off to sleep, feeling better already as you know you are safe in your girlfriend’s arms. 

☆ﾟ Midari Ikishima ☆ﾟ

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  You held onto your girlfriend's red shirt as you sniffled and coughed, keeping quiet not to wake Midari up. She barely rests and takes very little care of herself, but she's been looking after her health more frequently since dating you. Of course, you and Midari are opposites, as you fear almost everything, including your current illness. Midari, on the other hand, isn't afraid of basically anything, but you know what they say; opposites attract. You lay sickly on your overprotective girlfriend's chest, trying to fall asleep but unable to because it's so hard to breathe through your nose. You whimper to yourself quietly, smothering your face in your girlfriend's chest. A few moments later, you feel a soft hand petting your hair. You look up to see Midari awake, though you can't help to feel guilty that you woke her up with your sniffling. "I'm sorry!! I didn't mean to wake you!!" You apologized, sitting now on the side looking over at your now awake girlfriend.

  Midari tilted her head, sitting up. She lifted your chin to her eye level and pecked your lips, reassuring you of any worries. Of course, being Midari, she didn't care if it would get her sick; she loved those soft lips. "Awe, princess. Don't be sorry, and you didn't wake me. So you're still sick, huh?" Midari softly says as she puts you on her lap, wrapping her arms around your waist. 

   You've been sick for a few days now; Midari has been taking good care of you. She even skipped some gambling chances to be with you. "Uhuh...So as much as I love it, don't kiss me!! I don't want you to get sick too." You pouted as you snuggled into the crook of the other's neck. Midari isn't usually soft around anyone, that is until she met you. "I think I'll take that gamble~! You know I love a good risk!"

   She smirked, kissing your forehead softly, checking your temperature as she did. Midari was about to speak, but she heard a tiny snore coming from you. You were asleep on her shoulder. Midari relieved you could finally get some sleep, laid back down with you in her arms and stroked your hair softly until she fell back asleep also. 

☆ﾟ Runa Yomozuki ☆ﾟ

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  Being apart of the student council along with your tiny gamer girlfriend, Runa, was a big deal. It was important for you to attend meetings daily, and to take your job seriously...Even if your partner doesn’t do the same. You woke up with a cold this morning, you felt awful but you still got ready in your uniform and headed to school, sniffling softly on the way. You made it to the council a bit late, but at least you showed up unlike Midari; so you were sure you weren't going to get in trouble with the president. While stepping in the door you see a familiar orange bunny hoodie and that cute adorable face. Runa was playing on her switch, until you came in. She put the controller down with her game paused. Runa came skipping over to you joyfully. “Player two! You’re here!!!” Runa cheered, jumping up and hugging you. 

  You cheeks turned red as you held your girlfriend in your arms, hugging her back. Runa’s face snuggled into your neck, at that moment you basically forgot all about your misery. You carried her back to her seat, the other members being unphased by this whole interaction as this happens everyday. Sitting down you sit Runa on your lap handing her back the Nintendo switch. You wrap your arms around her watching her play. Moments later you get a tingly feeling in the back of your throat, before you storm out in a coughing fit, doing your best to not aim it towards Runa. Nobody gives an eye to you, besides your small girlfriend. She looks up with you in concern. “Are you sick...?” she mumbles just enough for you to hear her. You tilt your head giving a smile to attempt an reassure her. 

  “Don’t worry bunny, it’s just a small cold. I’ll be okay!” You whispered sweetly in her ear. You knew Runa was always worried when it came to you, but you really would be okay, but this is Runa were talking about. The small girl pouted hopping off your lap and taking your hand softly, dragging you out of the room. “President, we’re leaving since {Y/N} isn’t feeling good!!” the small gamer didn’t even let the president respond before dragging you by one finger to your dorm room. “Runa you really don’t have to do this- I don’t want you to get sick also-” you complained in worry of your girlfriend.   Runa smiled while tucking you into bed, having to use a stepping stool to even reach the bed; but she was doing her best non the less. “Nuh uh! I’m taking care of you. No butts!” She pouted gently holding onto your hand, smiling at you. Moments later Runa crawled on top of you, getting into a comfortable position. “So get some rest, okay Player 2?” she whispered slowly closing her own eyes and drifting to sleep. You do the same with a smile. You couldn't ask for a better girlfriend.

[the-bau-quinjet]

Hygge

Summary: Y/N introduces Bucky to the little things that he missed out on since the 40s.

Warnings: Absolutely none, just fluff :)

Word Count: 3527

a/n: Hygge is a Danish word, and from what I can tell it perfectly encompasses finding happiness in the little things.

This request honestly had me smiling the whole time I wrote it. Thank you to everyone who gave me suggestions of things to introduce Bucky to (including my sisters who don't know why I asked them that question lol)

Also, I find happiness in looking at this gif so I would like to thank @thebritishstanfan for its existence on this app

You heard the door open just as you finished running the bath.

"Bucky!" You ran out to the living room, throwing your arms around him in greeting.

"Hi, Doll." He whispered into hair, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. He instantly relaxed at your touch.

"I have a surprise for you." You grabbed his hand, leading him to the bathtub. "I thought you might want to relax a bit, so I ran you a bath."

Just being in your presence was relaxing to him, but he wouldn't turn down a bath, especially one with the potential of you joining him.

"Are you going to relax with me?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively eliciting a laugh from you.

"Maybe later, this is about you right now." You smiled softly, eager to help him unwind.

He undressed quickly, lowering himself into the warm water as you searched through a shopping bag.

"Okay. Big Blue, Intergalactic, Love Boat, or Goddess?" You looked at him expectantly.

He stared at you, confusion evident on his face.

"Oh, do you want to smell them and then decide?" You questioned with a tilt of your head.

"Smell what?" His brows furrowed, mouth slightly agape.

"The bath bombs silly." You smiled brightly, bringing the bag closer to him.

"Why would I want a bomb in my bath?" He questioned your odd behavior.

"It's not a real bomb, Buck." You shook your head, randomly removing one of the bath bombs from the bag, Goddess. You held it out for him to take.

"Smell it." You instructed.

He was apprehensive in his movements, but slowly moved the purple ball to his nose.

"It smells like flowers." He stated plainly, waiting for you to explain more.

"Yep. Here, smell the rest of them." You handed him each of the bath bombs, waiting to hear his verdict on each one.

"Oh, that's surprisingly citrus-y." He held out Love Boat for you to take back.

"This one smells too clean." He shook his head, dropping Big Blue into the outstretched bag.

"I like this one." He held Intergalactic in his hand, smiling proudly.

"Perfect. Lower it into the water." Your eyes were filled with love as you watched him follow your instructions.

"It's fizzing." He looked at you, concern evident in his bright blue eyes.

"It's supposed to. It dissolves in the water, coloring the bath and also adding scent from essential oils." You did your best to explain.

"Why?" He narrowed his eyes in confusion.

"It's just... have you ever heard of hygge?" You waited for his answer.

"Yeah, I've heard the word. It's like feeling cozy and happy from little things." He looked to you for approval.

"Exactly. That's what bath bombs are for, at least to me. They make me happy, so I thought you might like to try one."

The bath water had turned a dark blue, glitter floating throughout.

"Nobody thought to explain bath bombs to me, I guess." He smiled at you, relaxing into the bath. "What else makes you happy?"

"You know what, I'll make a list of little things that I love and then we can spend a day together where I show them to you." You bit your lip in anticipation of his response.

"I'd love that." He grinned.

"Yay! I'm going to get started!" You quickly left the bathroom, leaving him to relax on his own.

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"What's got you so excited?" Sam gestures to your bouncing knee.

"Oh, I didn't even notice. I'm just showing Bucky some things that he's missed out on since the 40s." You smile grew as you thought about the list you had made.

You were just about to find Bucky and show him the list when you had to leave for an impromptu mission.

You were definitely annoyed your plans had been delayed, but it made you a force to be reckoned with while fighting.

"So that's why you were so ruthless. You've got a hot date." Sam winked.

"Whatever you say Sam." You shook your head. "I've got to drop by Starbucks before they close. See you later!" You called as you ran from the jet, still in mission gear.

The disheveled state of your clothing and hair earned you some looks from the Starbucks employees, but you were too excited to care.

You quickly stopped in your room to change before heading off to find Bucky.

"BuckyBuckyBuckyBuckyBuckyBuckyBuckyBuckyBucky!" You said his name over and over as you ran to the common area.

Skidding to a stop, you held up the drinks in your hands. "Bucky! Are you ready?"

He seemed to be in the middle of something with Steve, but abandoned it immediately at the sight of you.

"Sorry, punk. I've gotta go." He grabbed a drink from you, sliding his other hand into your newly empty one.

"Wow, jerk. You get a girlfriend and replace me!" Steve yelled after you in a joking tone.

"Don't worry Stevie. Nobody could replace you." You called back over your shoulder, dragging Bucky to the kitchen.

"Okay, I've got a few different categories. The first one we're going to tackle is food!" You smiled brightly, nearly bouncing in anticipation.

"Can you preheat the oven to 350 degrees?" You asked as you grabbed a bag from the freezer.

You swiftly dumped the contents onto the tray, shoving them into the oven while it preheated.

"Aren't you supposed to wait until it's hot?" Bucky watched as you slid around the room.

"Yes, but I've always been impatient. It'll be fine. I promise! While those are cooking, I've got a few other things for you. These are from the 90s."

You handed him a bag of flamin' hot cheetos, watching with bated breath as he opened it and sniffed the contents.

"They smell bizarre. Why are they so red?" He looked at the cheeto in his hand with confusion.

"It's the flamin' hot cheeto dust! It may be unnaturally red, but it's so satisfying to eat." You grabbed the bag from him, eating a cheeto of your own.

He eyed you carefully, slowly popping the cheeto into his mouth and chewing carefully.

"Doll, these are terrible." He deadpanned, grinning when you pouted.

"Bucky!" You whined. "You have to eat more than one for the full experience. It doesn't matter that they aren't the best flavor wise, there's just something about them that's addicting." You laughed, eating a few more cheetos.

"Alright, alright. I'll follow your lead." The two of you snacked as you brought his attention to the next item.

"Okay, these don't really go with the cheeto flavor, but they still make me happy. Starbucks only does holiday drinks around the holidays, obviously. These are my two favorite."

You handed him one beverage, gesturing for him to try it.

"Minty..." He waited for an explanation.

"Yes. Peppermint mocha!" You swapped the cups, letting him try the next drink. "That one is an eggnog latte."

"They're both pretty good, although I still like my coffee black." He placed the cup back on the counter.

"Yeah, I thought you might say that. There's just something about them. Probably because they're seasonal drinks. It makes me associate them with the holidays and spending time with friends and family and that makes me smile."

He pressed a kiss to your nose. "You are too cute."

"I know!" You scrunched your nose, knowing he finds it adorable. "Next item!" You presented him with three different packages of Oreos.

"Why so many?" He questioned.

"Because, they're different flavors. I now Oreos were originally produced in like 1912 or something, that's why I got different flavors."

"Actually, I don't think I've ever tried one." He eyed the blue package excitedly.

"Ahh, while I got double stuffed because they're obviously better than the regular ones. I've also got peanut butter and mint. Honestly, pretty mild flavors all things considered." You laughed, picturing the key lime flavor you avoided.

Bucky grabbed one of each, excited to try all three.

"I think the mint one is my favorite. It really goes with the peppermint mocha." He nodded as he spoke, as if he needed to convince himself.

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself." You smiled, watching as he ate three more cookies.

Before he could reply, the timer went off.

"The dino nuggies!" You reached for the potholder, pulling the tray out of the over. "This is the last food item."

He looked at the tray, confusion clear in his eyes.

"Doll, are these just chicken nuggets?" He picked up a brontosaurus from the tray.

"Well, yes." You huffed. "But! They're shaped like dinosaurs!" You bit your lip in excitement, bouncing on the balls of your feet.

"So? They still taste the same..." Bucky clearly did not understand the hype.

"Right again. It's so much more fun to eat though. Gives you a childlike enthusiasm, even as a fully grown adult." He eyed you skeptically as he bit off the head of a dino.

He couldn't help but smile as you watched him, anticipating his reaction.

"Ya know, you might be right. That was weirdly satisfying."

The two of you spent the next few minutes eating chicken nuggets, hot cheetos, and oreos, occasionally sipping from the holiday beverages.

After quickly cleaning up the kitchen, you lead Bucky to your bathroom.

"Sit down." You gestured to the toilet.

"Why?" He still did as he was asked.

"Because." You answered petulantly. You filled a paper cup with water, carefully dumping it on his head to get his hair wet.

"Y/N!" Bucky jolted from the cold water.

"Sorry! I forgot it was cold!" You quickly plugged in the blowdryer, letting the warm air waft over his head.

"You know, if that thing was quieter, I think I could fall asleep right now." Bucky stated calmly as you ran your fingers through his hair, trying to evenly distribute the warm air amongst the hair.

"I know, right! There's something about someone else blow drying your hair that is so soothing."

You spent the next few minutes drying Bucky's hair and massaging his scalp.

"All done!" you exclaimed, unplugging the blow dryer and putting it back in the cabinet.

"Are you sure you don't want to do that again?" Bucky questioned, still sitting on the toilet.

"Yes. We've got more things to cover!" You pulled him off the toilet, nearly dragging him to your bed.

"Next category is entertainment, I guess." You brought out your laptop, certain apps already open to show him different things.

"We'll start with animals!" You were buzzing with excitement, and caffeine, as you opened two different browsers.

"Doll, animals existed in the 40s." He shook his head, endlessly amused by your behavior.

"I know that. Have you ever seen a Highland Cow?" You raised your brow, challenging his statement.

"I can't say I have." He shook his head slightly.

"Well, there you go. Animals it is. Actually, have you ever used Alexa?" You questioned him.

"No... Who is Alexa?" His confusion earned a laugh from you.

"An AI." You explained before bursting out into laughter again.

"Oh, like Friday?" He questioned.

"Yeah, but Alexa's not nearly as advanced. Here, watch this." You cleared your throat, making sure to speak clearly. "Alexa, show me pictures of Highland cows."

After a brief buffer, the AI responded. "Here are pictures of Highland cows." The google search appeared on your screen.

"So you can ask her anything?" Bucky questioned.

"Sort of, Friday knows way more. Alexa's good for little things though. Tony gets annoyed if you ask Friday to do too many small things because it can take up too much RAM and... You know what, it's not important." You decided against explaining since Bucky already looked confused.

You shifted your screen so he could see the many pictures displayed.

"Okay, so what's so special about a Highland cow?" He scrolled through the images, unaware of the smile forming on his face.

"There's just something about them. You'll find that same explanation for a lot of things I'm showing you, but it's true. They just make me smile. Look at how cute they are!" You emphatically gestured to the screen, nearly squealing at the adorable display.

"I actually see what you mean. Looking at them just makes you smile." He nodded his head thoughtfully, a small grin still pulling at his lips. "What other animal are you introducing me to?"

"Well, I assume you know what a puppy is." You said in complete seriousness.

"I do, indeed." He matched your tone, mocking the seriousness. He was really enjoying the playfulness you were showcasing.

"Well, here is a video of actor Tom Holland... you know Tom Holland, right?" You turned to face him.

"Tom Holland. Tom Holland... What's he in again?" His brows pinched together in thought.

"We've watched a few of his new movies together. Chaos Walking, The Devil All the Time, a few animated films, In the Heart of the Sea."

"Oh! The British one?" Recognition crossed his features.

"Yes! That one. Okay so, this is an interview of him..."

"Okay?" Bucky was more confused now than any other point of the night.

"Playing with puppies!" You're mouth dropped open in a wide smile, clearly excited about even the idea of puppies.

"I think I understand this one without even watching the video." he laughed, laying back with you to watch.

-

"You can't have pitbulls in England?" Bucky was affronted.

"I know. It's so sad." You pouted, still staring at the puppies on the screen.

-

"I have actually always thought puppies smell really good." He easily commented, agreeing with the famous actor.

"I know, Buck. I know." You shook your head playfully.

-

"Twinkies are pretty gross, he's not wrong." It was your turn to comment on his answers.

"I see your point." Bucky agreed as well.

-

"I definitely understand why this one makes you happy." Bucky smiled, kissing you on the cheek. "You know, he kind looks like Peter."

"I mean, maybe a little." You shrugged moving on to the next thing on your list.

"Still in the realm of entertainment, I've got some music for you." You knew Bucky was going to pout here.

"Doll, you know I'm just fine listening to my 40s music and calling it a day."

"Yes, but this is my list and you have agreed to be subjected to it." You queued up a few songs. "The first one, again, just makes me smile. I babysat a lot when I was younger, and there's something about this theme song that really hits different."

"Hits different?" Bucky stared at you like you had two heads.

"Yep. Just listen."

I was a girl in the village doing alright, then I became a princess overnight. Now I gotta figure out how to do it right, so much to learn and see.

You bobbed your head, mouthing the words as the theme song to Sofia the First played.

"I don't get this one." He figured honesty was the best policy.

"You say that now, but a week from now... You'll be singing it while you punch a bad guy in the face." You deadpanned, earning a laugh.

"Okay! Actual songs now." You took a deep breath, tring to prepare for his rejection. "Taylor Swift."

"Taylor Swift?" He repeated, waiting for you to say something else.

"To quote one of my favorite tik toks I've ever seen... 'If you don't like a single Taylor Swift song, I'm taking a crowbar, and I'm propping open your chest to see what's powering that thing in there, because it's not a heart.'"

"That's a bit extreme, don't you think." He eyed you cautiously.

"No. It's true. Her discography is so versatile, everyone can find at least one song they like." Your playful mood from earlier was still present, but hidden behind a slightly threatening glare.

"Which song are you going to play for me?" He was honestly nervous to hear it.

"Actually, you can pick. This playlist is songs of hers that make me smile, so pick whichever one you want." You smiled, eager to see his choice.

He scrolled through the playlist, reading each title carefully.

"Okay, You Are In Love or New Year's Day?" He asked your opinion.

"Both good choices, why those two?" You eyed him curiously.

"Well, You Are In Love because that's how I feel about you and New Years Day because you put it last in the playlist, so I know it must be one of your favorites."

You couldn't hide the way his words made you smile if you tried.

"I love you so much." You kissed him quickly. "Go with New Year's Day, I think it will resonate with you a bit more."

He smiled, tapping the screen gently to play the song.

The two of you remained quiet through the song, just enjoying the soft melody and storytelling.

"Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere." He quoted when the song ended.

"I'll be there if you're the toast of the town, babe, or if you strike out and your crawling home." You sang softly in response.

He cleared his throat. "I think I understand this one."

"I'm glad. I mean, it obviously doesn't have to be Taylor Swift, but everyone should have at least one song that makes them smile." You leaned into his embrace, enjoying the time spent together.

"What else have you got for me, Doll?" He held you close.

"Two more things. Here." You handed him two slightly sticky balls.

"What the hell is this?" He laughed, prying the toy from his metal hand.

"Throw it at the ceiling." He did as he was told, following your lead.

"Friday, can you turn off the lights?" You asked the AI.

"Of course, Ms. L/N."

The two of you were quickly shrouded in darkness. The balls you had thrown at the ceiling were glowing.

"How do we get them down?" Bucky whispered, his voice matching the darkness of the room.

"Just wait..." You stared at the ceiling, waiting a few seconds before the balls began to fall.

"So you just throw it and catch it?" Bucky questioned, again following your lead.

"Yep! It's weirdly relaxing after a long day." You smiled, catching and throwing the neon balls over and over again.

"You're absolutely right." He laughed, catching the blue ball before it could hit him in the face. "Especially just laying in the dark."

"Exactly! I'll go get the last thing, you can keep going." You pressed a quick kiss before heading to the kitchen. You tossed a few stuffed animal heating pads into the microwave.

While they were heating up, you grabbed yours and Bucky's water bottles to fill up with the fridge filter.

The beep sounded, indicating you could grab the animals and head back to Bucky.

"I'm back!" You called softly as you closed the door again. The room was still dark, causing you to turn on the lights. Bucky was frantically catching and throwing all four balls.

"It's a bit less relaxing when you've got to keep track of so many." He laughed as one fell and stuck to his elbow.

"Yeah, more like a game then." You smiled, happy to see him having so much fun.

"So, what's the last thing?"

You held up a bright yellow duck and an equally bright green frog.

"Stuffed animals? Doll, how old do you think I am?" He laughed lightheartedly.

"They're not just stuffed animals. They're also heating pads." You smiled, handing the duck to Bucky.

"What do you do with it?" He questioned.

"Men." You couldn't help but mumble it under your breath. "Well, after a mission, when you're feeling sore you can cuddle with one of these and it helps soothe the ache."

"Really? Nothing else you've shown me has been this practical." He chuckled again.

"That is true, but the fact that it's a stuffed frog makes me happy, even after the worst day."

"I guess you have a point." He pulled the duck close to his body, snuggling with it. "I like cuddling with you better." He pouted.

"I like cuddling with you too Bucky. Promise." You turned to face him, holding the frog to your chest with one arm.

"Thank you for sharing all this with me. I honestly don't remember the last time I smiled this much." He looked at you fondly, still smiling.

"Me either. There is one more thing that makes me really happy, though." You whispered.

"Yeah, what's that?" He watched you eagerly, waiting for the last thing.

"You." You watched his smile grow. "Even just spending ten seconds with you makes me happy after a totally shit day."

"Y/N, you make me happier than anyone I've ever met, Steve included." He joked. "I love you so much. More than I ever thought I could love someone."

"I love you too. So, so much." You rested your head on his chest, cuddling as close as the stuffed frog allowed. "Goodnight, Bucky." You whispered softly, eyes already falling closed.

He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, sighing contently.

"Goodnight my love."

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[burningablaze]

Maybe an insert reader with Bakugou or Kirishima. And the reader notices they’re having a touch day so the reader decides to cheer them up! Hope you’re doing well and be sure to hydrate 💖

Bakugou and Kirishima x Reader - Their Precious World

A/N: Thank you for the ask @veryblushyswitch and does coffee count as being hydrated? 😂 Anyways, I hope you like it 💖

Summary: As Kirishima’s and Bakugou’s best friend, seeing them have a tough day was killing you on the inside but you were determined to get them happy again

Lees: Bakugou and Kirishima

Lers: Reader, Kirishima, and Bakugou

Words: 1,150

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With a bunch of snacks in your arms, you were heading to Bakugou's room to see what he was up to. You knocked on his door as you tried not to drop the snacks. You heard a loud growl from the other side of the door. "Whoever you are, go away!" Bakugou yelled. You opened his door, feeling half hurt. "Bakugou, it's me." You said softly.

Bakugou sighed quietly, then pushed himself to sat up on his bed. "Sorry, kitkat," He said, calling you by your nickname because KitKats is your favorite candy. "What do you want?" He asked calmly. You walked closer to his bed, suddenly feeling shy. "Are you okay?" You asked. Bakugou got off his bed just to pull you in a hug.

"I'm just irritated from today." He mumbled in your shoulder. "Rough day?" "Mmhmm." "Anything I can do to help?" You asked, breaking away the hug to look into Bakugou's soft eyes. "I'll be fine, kitkat." He simply said, then sat down on his bed.

"Where's Kiri?" You asked. Bakugou shrugged his shoulders. "Probably in his room." He said. You turned around to leave his room, but an idea stopped you then you turned around again to face Bakugou.

"Do you want to come with me?" You asked. Without answering, he bounced himself off his bed for the last time then walked out of his room with you.

Before you knocked on Kirishima's door, you and Bakugou heard faint sniffling. You and Bakugou glanced at each other then he opened the door.

Kirishima was lying down on his side, facing the wall. He quickly sat and wiped his tears with his hand as you two came through the door. "Oh, hey," Kirishima said, putting little effort to cover up his crying. You felt your heart breaking at the sight of Kirishima.

"Sweetie, what happened?" You asked, sitting down on his bed and resting your hand on his shoulder. Kirishima sniffed and wiped his nose. "I just had a bad day. It's no big deal." His tears fall down from his eyes again. You used the hem of your shirt to dry them away.

"What happened to you two that had bad days?" You asked.

Bakugou grumbled. "My old hag was nagging me over a lot of shit today."

Kirishima hugged his knees close to his chest. "And I failed today's training test."

"Oh, Kiri, that's something not to be upset about." You tried to encourage him, but a frown grew on Kirishima's lips. "Besides, there are other training tests."

"But I really tried to pass it, but I don't know what happened. It was like my mind went blank. I felt clueless." His head sunk onto his knees as his arms held tighter.

You began to comfort him by rubbing his shoulder. "It happens to everyone, sweetie. Even I failed a couple of times, but I don't let it bother me because I know I can be better." You smiled warmly at him when you saw Kirishima's eyes peaking up from his knees.

Bakugou crossed his arms and scoffed. "But no matter what, you're always gonna be fine at the end."

"See? So don't stress about it." You said. Kirishima nodded. You dumped all the snacks that you stuffed in your hoodie pocket. "How about some snacks?" You picked up two of Kirishima's favorite candy bars and handed them over to him. His eyes gleamed with excitement.

"These are my favorite! Thank you!" He squealed and pounced on you for a hug. You giggled. "Your welcome, sweetie."

You grabbed two of Bakugou's favorite spicy chips. "And these are for you." Bakugou smiled only a little and accepted the chip bags. "Thanks, kitkat."

After a moment when Kirishima, Bakugou, and you had calmed down and relaxed a little, you thought up an idea.

You tapped Bakugou's shoulder to get his attention, then silently pointed at Kirishima and wiggled your fingers, gesturing you and Bakugou to tickle him. He smirked and walked with you to approach Kirishima.

"Get him!" You said suddenly. Kirishima yelped in surprise and tried to crawl away. Bakugou was quick enough to catch him and pin him down. You crawled over and sat on his thighs, then started to poke his sides and ribs.

"Ehehehehhehehehe guyhehehehehehes!" Kirishima giggled and tried to bring his arms down, but Bakugou sat on top of them.

"Ahahahahahahahahahaha stahahahahahahahap! It tihihihihihickles!" He begged and kicked his legs behind you as your fingers latched to his belly, and Bakugou dug his thumbs in his underarms.

"Does it tickle, tickle, tickle, Kiri?" You teased. He started to blush and tried to hide his face in his arm.

"Ahahahahahahahaha!"

Bakugou made his hands go to his ribs and shook his bones with his fingers side to side. "What about this, shitty hair?" Kirishima arched his back as his belly laughter rose.

"Aaaahahahahahahahahahaha! Nahahahahahahaha!" Kirishima wiggled side to side, trying to get away from the torturous tickles.

As much as it was cute seeing Kirishima laugh, it was time to let him loose. You stopped tickling him and got off his thighs. "Alright, Bakugou, let up." You said. Bakugou hummed and stopped as well, letting his arms free.

"That tihihihickled so muhuhuch." Kirishima said through giggling and soft breaths. Bakugou chuckled. "At least your better, huh, shitty hair?"

"We need to tickle you too!" You jumped on top of him and wrapped yourself around his body, trapping his arms to his sides, acting like a koala. He struggled to get you off of him as he grunted. "I don't need to be tickled!"

"Kiri, tickle him! I've got him pinned!" "Right!" He sprung into action and started to squeeze Bakugou's hips. "Hehehehehey you duhuhumbahahahahassehehehes!"

You kept his arms in place with your knees, sat on his hips, and began poking all around his belly, ribs, and chest with all your fingers like a praying mantis. You can almost hear him wheezing before laughing loudly, and his bucking around almost threw you off.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OKAYEHEHEHE STAHAHAHAP! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

His feet drummed on the mattress as you kept poking him, and Kirishima held his legs together and squeezed his kneecaps. "STAHAHAHAP DAHAHAHAMN IHIHIHIT!"

You leaned forward and squished your face into his neck, then blew raspberries in the crook of his neck. "Ahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Okay plehehehehease stahahahahahap!"

After blowing the last raspberry, you smiled in his neck and laid down on top of his chest as he breathed heavily. Before you know it, Kirishima laid on top of you, making you giggle from his weight. He wrapped his arms around you and Bakugou. "Thanks, Y/N. That really helped." He said, nuzzling his nose against your neck, making you giggle. "Thanks, I guess," Bakugou said with a slight blush on his cheeks. You smiled and closed your eyes, enjoying the warmth and comfort between them. You were finally happy to get your two best friends to smile.

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𝕯𝖎𝖔𝖗 𝖘𝖆𝖚𝖛𝖆𝖌𝖊 & 𝖈𝖎𝖌𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖘// 𝖆 𝕵𝖊𝖔𝖓 𝕵𝖚𝖓𝖌𝖐𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝖋𝖚𝖑𝖑 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞

Listen, bitch, is it fucking bad that I am addicted to 'Daddy Issues by the neighbourhood suddenly got a whole ass fanfic idea on my mind, so here fucking I am, thank you so much for the likes in my other disgusting fanfics and if you would like to share this one with your friend I would be happy since my mother told me if you have more than 55 likes on the next, I'll buy you a BTS t-shirt, I'm NOT FORCING YOU GUYS LOL, thank you and enjoy! oh, I'm planning on writing a Levi book on Wattpad tell me your opinion @meryamchaline45

Based on a song called: Daddy Issues

Warning: Blood, smoking, sexual harassment, daddy issues, mention of death, slight smut, harassment, Thief!Reader, Skategirl!Reader, abuse, abusive parents, parents cheating, ANGST, swearing!!

abusive parents, parents cheating, ANGST!!

(IF YOU DON'T LIKE THIS TYPE OF STUFF, DON'T READ!! don't report this please you have been warned)

Munching the food quietly she thought of nothing but how Seoul looked beautiful at night, a small scoff escaped her lips as she paid for the delicious food, looking at her wallet sighing, no money left. Taking her skateboard she stole a cap and a mask on her way out her E/C eyes immediately wide at the sound of the cashier yelling at her with a bat in his hand about to catch, slamming the door open she ran down the stairs not looking back, the cold breeze hitting her face as she ran grabbing her skateboard she skated between the cars so the man wouldn't catch her.

Her father grabbed her harshly by the hair followed by her skateboard and bag in the other hand, throwing her out of the house in the middle of the streets, every neighbor not even daring to welcome her even though they could see the pain and fear in her E/C eyes, but worst of all they still dared to watch and film her out of the window, I know it must be rough? damn, right it is.

Jungkook was hanging out with his group as usual and it seems like they got out of the café, but stopped brutally upon noticing cops chasing a H/C haired girl and grabbed her, slamming her face harshly against the car in front of them, a wince left the girls lips as she raised her hand in the air as she yelled out some words "it's a water bottle, please !" but the cops didn't seem to care since they cuffed her and decided to take her with them, as they turned around the girl cold eyes met Jungkook's dark brown ones, and that was his opportunity to study her face, she had beautiful H/C hair which was pretty messy, S/C skin, and had blood running down her nose and a cut on the corner of her soft lips, and it seems like she got into a fight for what? a bottle of water.

Watching the scene happening in front of them he stared as one of the cops broke her skateboard in half earning a bloody scream from her. "NO! how dare you!" she yelled with rage in her eyes as she was about to attack the police officer and punch the hell out of him but couldn't since the handcuffs stopped her from doing so but still the girl fell on her knees trying so hard to grab hold of the broken skateboard.

Sitting in front of the police officer she stared into nothing but emptiness; blinking ever so slightly her throat dry and didn't even dare to ask for water, "can I leave?" she asked her voice cracking as she sat on the chair, wanting to just kill herself. Grabbing her bag, phone, and broken skateboard she walked out of the police station to the place where she usually slept, the park.

Surprisingly she got a job the next day, and that is selling some street food with an old woman, the job got pretty handy, well, at least she would have 10$ to eat something and have a single water bottle for the day and not die from hunger, packing some dumplings in the small box she grabbed one of the bags signaling to the women "I'll go take these and will be right back Ajumma?" a small smile was on her lips as she walked away holding the hot food in her hand, the aged women seemed to be caring for her and would always give her some money even though she was poor and more broke than Y/N was, but still considered her as her daughter.

Knocking at one of the doors, she could hear the sound of music blasting and laughter, smiling at the memory of her being the best dancer back at school she opened the door peaking inside, the sight of a group of boys she recognized when getting arrested she handed the pink-haired boy the bag, "Jimin-ah~ you pay this time!" said a brown-haired boy behind him with a boxy smile, Jimin slightly rolled his eyes before smiling brightly at the girl taking his wallet out, a Gucci wallet which looked expensive, not like she wanted to steal it but these boys must be rich.

Bowing one last time, she walked away making sure to thank them and have a good day, "Ajumma, no I can't take them anymore what about you, you need your medicine so keep them besides I'll be okay for one day?" she said pushing them gently with a small smile, nodded Ajumma defeated but still thanked the girl a 100 times. "it was nice working with you, Ajumma, but I think I should go to either Busan or Daegu, I can't stay here anymore or dad will find me and- you know? so I'm gonna need you to go right now to the pharmacy and buy that medicine, we worked so hard for that now go!" she said pushing her gently toward the pharmacy with a small smile, pulling her into one last hug she kissed her forehead before walking away, waving slightly one last time before continuing her 'travel' in search of some way to escape Seoul before her father takes her back once again.

Sitting beside the boy she took his cigarette from his hand throwing it on the ocean in front of her, as he was about to grab another one she threw the box on the water, "so, do you want me to teach you that this mother fucker is a killer?" she said chuckling slightly at how he hated her already for throwing his precious addiction, "anyways, I need your help?" she said out of the blue, Jungkook raised his eyebrow waiting for her to continue her words "we all know you're rich as fuck, and I need you to buy me tickets to Daegu?" listening slightly to her words he took a picture of the couple kissing inside a laundromat with his camera, nodding slowly she almost squealed but stopped upon hearing his next words "in one condition?" "and that is ?" "I'll help you sneak inside my ex-house and go inside her room, to the drawer and there will be my clothes" "fine, when?" she said agreeing with his plan.

Standing in front of his ex house, she nodded at him before starting to climb the windows and could hear the sound of him talking to that girl more like flirting, looking at the window she could see them making out on the couch she had, opening the room window she did as told opening the drawer and grabbing all his stuff, a ripped book, AirPods, music DVDs and laptop looking at the polaroid with Jungkook smiling she stuffed it inside her pocket before looking at the room one last time.

Walking down the empty road beside Jungkook she handed him her bag full of his stuff, "you give it back tomorrow, you know where to find me? stay cool." she said smiling while flicking him off, the maknae staring at the girl with a small smile, this was her way on how to say goodbye or goodnight, the boy slowly waved back taking his keys from his pocket, opening the door of the black mansion greeting his mother on the way who seemed to smile sheepishly at him "who's the girl?" "mom I just met her" Jungkook looked so done as he stared at his mother dumbfounded

Opening the wagon door she ruffled her H/C hair after doing her routine, jumping down the wagon, she closed the door making sure to lock it with padlock, walking down the road she hid behind the wall watching as the man turned around running she grabbed a croissant, hiding it inside her jacket, thank god, he didn't notice and no one seemed to be out yet this neighborhood was always empty. the girl didn't have anything to think of but only the fact that this month was rough, she would eat once a day or not for a week, the asshole of the policeman broke her skateboard her mother got her before passing away and now she's a very famous thief in Seoul, what a beautiful life?

Nah, she always thought of giving up and standing at the edge of one of these buildings surrounding her, letting her body fall and join her mother. but couldn't, she didn't want to die and also promised her mother. Cursing under her breath Y/N limped to the front door of the beautiful black mansion, the door was suddenly slammed open and a woman stood there with wide eyes full of worry, glancing at the H/C haired leg Jungkook's mother immediately pulled her in sitting the girl down, the girl on the other side was shocked 'is this the wrong house? no, I remember JK saying this is his house' she thought confused but could see him coming out of a room holding a box, the boy slowly sat in front of her and started treating her wound out of as she sat there defeated and stared at him, his black curly hair looked so soft and his perfume was just UGH ravishing.

The food in front of her immediately got her attention as she started eating fastly, Jungkook mom laughing slightly at the girl "how many days didn't you eat something delicious?" "2 months, but don't worry- I only ate ramen 2 days ago!" she said munching slightly, Jungkook could see how her E/C eyes showed hope and slight happiness whenever she's eating, the girl was shining slightly than the last time he saw her, she was about to attack a police officer for breaking her skateboard and next was her handing a bag of dumpling to Jimin.

Sitting in front of the pool they had, she slowly took Jungkook's lighter from her pocket she found back in his ex house, playing with it she wrapped his sweater around her waist to great some heat, it was freezing but she needed to clear her mind a little bit, she was thankful of them, they gave her food, treated her wounds, gave her warm comfy clothes and welcomed her to stay with them...

And how much the girl wanted to kiss their hands for that, they made her feel safe after 8 years of the trauma and problematic life she finally felt home. The sound of someone walking behind made her stop from playing with the fire, wiping her head behind she smiled slightly at Jungkook who held a blanket sitting beside her putting the cover around both their bodies suggesting for her to get closer and not be afraid.

The handsome boy slowly handed her the phone back, it was midnight, thanking him she opened her phone, 1 notification, that's odd. Frowning she looked at the boy asking whenever to do it or not, nodding at her she tapped on the notification, her dad.

-------------------------------- 𝘼𝙨𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚 🖕-------------------------------

Happy birthday Darling, you turned 19, don't worry you're still my little girl right?

Fuck you.

Dad.

Seen 00:00

Just before he could even answer her text, she blocked him and deleted his number feeling calm and free, clenching the blanket around her hand she looked away trying not to let her tears fall, not wanting to show her weak side in front of Jungkook who seemed to know the situation and reason why she was cold and wants to run away. His anger was boiling, how dare a dad do this to his daughter? tomorrow was his final day alive he swore to make him pay for what he has done to his daughter. "it's your birthday?" he asked waiting for her to answer the question or at least look at him, 'why am I feeling empty when she's like that?' he thought nudging her shoulder, nodding she looked at him straight in the eyes tears covered her orbs as she stared at him deeply, her walls breaking down as she finally let them fall after staying strong for years.

살아남아야 한다."~Namjoon BTS (방탄소년단) 화양연화

Jungkook stared at her with guilt in his eyes pulling her into his embrace the girl cried quietly in his chest letting it all out. Not even noticing she fell asleep in his arms.

Holding the notebook in her hand, she knocked on the door of his room, hearing a groan behind the door she opened it looking at Jungkook who was fixing his hair, giving him a poker face she closed the door behind looking around his room, "shit, this place is fire" "I know right?!" he said on the other side trying to tie his hair into a ponytail, chuckling slightly she walked toward him standing on her tiptoe, "give it to me" doing as told he handed her the tie, her fingers slowly trailed down his hair sending a shiver down his spine at how cold her hands are, but a small smirk raised on the corner of his lips as his playboy self started showing Jungkook suddenly turned around before she could even finish his hair, landing on top of her his leg between hers as their faces were inches away from each other, his bunny smile on his face as he innocently grinned at her as if nothing happened.

Her eyes were dull and numb, but they lit upon seeing his beautiful smile

Having an amazing plan, she wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him closer as she leaned in, her nose bumping his, with Jungkook staring at her parted lips not pulling away and liking the way how she pulled him closer, his lips so soft that she wanted to kiss them so badly but couldn't, twirling him around it was now her turn to smirk, she was on top of him grinning innocently while ruffling his black hair

"come on, time for dinner"

Walking down the streets of Seoul while listening to some music, she slowly walked into one of the cafes that lined up the street of Seoul. Pushing the door open the little bell at the door jingled when she walked in and the scent of coffee hit her like a truck, this café wasn't crowded and it was one of her favorites, for these past days both the teenagers got closer day by day and still couldn't open up to him yet, it was so hard. and it would be a terrible lie if she doesn't catch feelings for him. "hello, can I get an iced-americano please?" she said looking at the cashier taking out the money from her pocket she slammed it on the counter before making her way toward one of the tables, playing with the flannel shirt she burrowed from Jungkook the girl waited for her order, phone ringing she slowly answered the call

"Hello? are you fucking kidding me what has he done?!" yelled the girl hanging up, slamming the door open the girl ran down the streets

Jungkook on the other side drove in rage toward where her 'father' worked, sitting down on one of the chairs his feet tapping on the ground nervously as he glared at the ground, a man came toward him with a smirk on his face, Breathless with anger, he stood up and immediately punched the man square in the jaw he didn't care about anything at the

moment but to just make him pay for what he did to his daughter.

Dashing down the streets pushing past the people, everyone at first thought that flash just passed by them while it was just a girl running with panic in her eyes, walking inside the police station the H/C haired girl immediately pulling the boy into a hug, tears covering her E/C eyes, as she pushed the strand of hair from his face staring lovingly at him she cupped his cheek looking for any injury. Sighing she glared sharply at her father "you deserved it" she said spitting in his face one last time before walking out of the police station asking Jungkook if he was okay, driving back home in silence the girl thought 'why did he do that?'

Sitting him down she grabbed the first aid kit and some alcohol, it was now her turn to help him, "this will hurt, so grab my hand" sitting down in front of him Y/N gently pressed the cotton on the huge bruise he had in his hand not caring the fact he's hurting her hand due to the pain he felt, "I'm so sorry" she said out of nowhere not even glancing at him, wrapping the bandage around his bruised hand she tried to ignore how bad she wanted to hug him by trying to get up but Jungkook already beat her to it, with one simple fucking move. Cupping her cheek the boy pulled her back down and made her face him stopping her from moving, his hand pressing on her cheeks as his soft fingers caressed her ear sending a shiver down her spine, her legs suddenly became weak as she stared back into his doe eyes, his gorgeous orbs shining under the moonlight like a diamond in the center of a museum was everything for her

His Dior Sauvage perfume only made it worse, it was her favorite scent aside from coffee, she felt giddy and happy whenever she sees him and just want to squeeze him tight and never let go. but now it was her whole body burning like fire

"Y/N please, tell me what is going on and I promise I'll help you with anything?" he said looking at her E/C eyes back and forth still holding her cheek butterflies dancing on her stomach as she stayed silent not wanting to ruin this moment with her fucked up past, she was about to pull him into a kiss, the same feeling kicked in, she just wanted to feel his lips on hers for few seconds was is a hard thing to ask? the sound of the door slamming open made them snap out of their position and fall on the ground.

"dude..."

There stood the boys staring at them awkwardly, coughing she got up wiping her clothes from any dust making her way to her room "wait, Y/N you promised me!" "I'm sorry Tae but I don't feel like playing..." "no, you're coming now sit down" rolling her eyes annoyingly she walked back down and sat on the ground waiting for the boys to follow her movement. Watching as the bottle spun in front of her, the girl breathing hitched upon seeing the green bottle landing on her, slightly panicking she shot a look that could make the bravest of warriors scream in terror, but Tae who didn't seem to care, challenged her "Truth or dare?" "Truth" "what were you both doing when we came in?" "talking duh." her simple sarcastic answer only annoyed Tae more than he was and that made her smirk proudly 'i'm not falling for one of those plans, Taehyung' she thought raising an eyebrow at the boy who smirked back at her "then why the sexual tension, and you about to kiss him?" grin fading and eyebrow falling she stared coldly at the boy his blood running cold at the look the girl just sent him "i-i take that back" stuttered the boy still feeling her staring straight into his soul, the game continued but surprisingly it didn't land on her anymore.

Sitting on her bed, she pushed the blanket away from her cold body, opening the door slightly trying not to make a noise as possible, making sure to close it behind her before she made her way toward Jungkook's room knocking 3 times. Jungkook jolted up from his bed at the thought of Y/N and immediately ran to open the door, he was right, there she was standing slightly shivering from the cold but before he could even protest to give her something to warm up or say anything, she already pulled him toward the Kitchen, opening the fridge she slowly grabbed hold of ice cream box and two spoons, sitting beside him she stared at the clock ticking in front of her "wanna know why I always throw your cigarettes whenever I see you holding one?" she said glancing at the boy who already stared at her continuing her words "because my mother was so addicted to this fucker, sure, it revealed her stress but it also made her sick, we would always go to the rooftop and talk about anything that comes to our mind, that was until he decided to cheat on her out of nowhere and started going to clubs, she didn't find out by herself, but I did, I told her in our usual ted talk we had at night while watching the stars flicker, surprisingly my mom didn't seem to care since she already noticed his sudden behavior, so being a good mother she wanted divorce and when she told him I told her about the whole thing, of me coming home from school and seeing a bitch on top off him, he started doing it to her. Days passed and mom got weaker day by day and everything was becoming worse as she started smoking 2 packs of cigarettes a day, and I don't want to lose you too after losing my own mother" she said scoffing a little bit at the memory flashing on her mind tears covering her E/C eyes.

Jungkook on the other side listened carefully and couldn't help but to intertwine his fingers with hers, and could feel her tensed up and her hand becoming warmer and not the usual coldness, looking at her he smiled happily at the sight of her looking at the moon through the balcony with a small blush on her cheek, as he was about to pull away afraid of hurting her she grabbed his hand back planting a gentle kiss on his veiny fingers and on top of the smiley face tattoo he had.

What are they?

A couple, close friends, just friends (pack it up, Adrien). She didn't understand why is the constant hand grabbing? cupping cheeks, the almost kiss in his room, He was so kind towards her and being his usual, bad boy self in front of the others?

Why would he like her anyway? she always thought of that which only broke her more remembering the fact she's going to run away and live in Busan and not stay with him anymore, her life was so confusing, should she stay with him or move away?

"Wanna know something?" asked the boy glancing at the girl who nodded at his question "you're living with me from now on, and this is the reason why," he said pulling her toward him by the hand, picking her up easily placing her in front of him and on top of the counter, with her staring directly into his eyes and his hand on both her side, the boy gently cupped her cheek. Heat rose from Y/N's stomach to her chest and behind her back. Jungkook's lips were getting closer and her heart decided to skip a beat, she could tell he heard it since the same bad-boy smirk came back on the corner of his lips. parting her lips she felt him washing over like a wave of warmth, curling her toes, unfurling all her senses as the taste of him nearly silenced all thoughts. The boys silently watched the scene happening in front of them Jimin and Taehyung taking pictures on the other side

the feel of his frame leaning on hers as his arms wrapped around her felt nearly forbidden. He pulled her in, claiming her mouth again, hungry and intense, until her knees gave in. Sure, she was a famous thief but in moments like these she's so nervous, he was her first kiss, what if it's bad?!. Her thoughts were stopped dead when his lips were gently pressed against hers, not knowing what to do she scooted closer toward him, wrapping her arms around his neck following the steps she remembered seeing in kdramas, he puts his hand on the back of her head and reassuringly strokes her H/C hair.

Heaven.

Pulling away gently the girl chuckled "you stole my first kiss-" "-and I'll do it again" he said cutting her off again with his lips on hers, a passionate and heated kiss made her melt in his arms, it was illegal for him to make her fall in love with him more with one simple fucking move. the next movement she made drove him crazy was the way her fingers played on his curly black hair, Picking her up his hand slid under her thigh, as he walked toward her room not breaking the kiss, closing the door behind them with his foot.

Jungkook's head rested on top of hers as he played with her H/C hair, "I never told you this, but do you know how much the Dior Sauvage & cigarette scent drove me crazy whenever I smell it on the outfits, I borrowed from you?" "oh yeah? new kink developed I guess" "yeah, I guess it's my kink," she said glancing lovingly at the boy in front of her, his fingers slowly pushed the strand of hair from her face as he smiled back at her, his fingers under her chin as he pulled her into a kiss.

"I'm in love with you girl with Dior Sauvage kink, Y/N L/N "

"and I'm in love with you too cigarette addicted bad boy, Jeon Jungkook"

[wastelandcth]

birthday polaroid - cth

summary: making memories on calum’s 25th birthday. 

author’s notes: happy birthday to calum! i hope he has a wonderful day and i hope you guys enjoy a little moment in time with our favorite guy. thanks to @lowkeyflop​ for sending me an idea that inspired this piece. 

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Everyone around them knew. The small touches and the laughs shared between one another when they thought no one was looking. Everyone knew from the lasting gazes or the way they always found each other in a crowd. Calum knew that he liked her and if he was being honest, he was absolutely terrified to find out if she felt the same. But everyone knew the truth. They were inseparable and it was no secret that there was something more than just friendship. 

When Calum and her first became friends, it was nothing more than hanging out with their friend group and texting every once in a while. Calum couldn't remember when things changed between the two of them. He couldn't remember when his heart started racing every time he thought about her or being near her. He couldn't remember when he started craving her attention. But he wasn't sure if she felt the same way about him. He didn't know if her hands got sweaty and her mouth dry when they hung out. But he really hoped so. 

She was in love with Calum. That much she knew. She was in love with the person she'd seen him become in the years of friendship. She was in love with his smile and his laugh and everything about him. She never had any plans to tell him how she felt, that would've been insane. She knew Calum, she knew that relationships were never for him and knew that he was afraid to ever be vulnerable in front of a person like that again. So no, there was no way she was ever going to tell Calum that she was truly, madly, and deeply in love with him. 

One thing Calum loved about her was how passionate she was about celebrating life and all the joys that came with being a human. When Calum first started hanging out with her alone, he learned very early on that she always tried to make everyone's day better. Whether it was playing Calum's favorite song in the car whenever he was having a bad day or letting Michael borrow her fuzzy sweater when he was cold and had forgotten a jacket on movie night. But Calum found himself more and more in love with her whenever she was just herself when she was with him and she was carefree. He loved listening to her laugh and then talk about something she was loving that day. He loved watching her eye light up whenever her favorite song played and the way she would dance along to the music in the car. 

Usually, on his birthday, Calum made plans to spend it with his friends and close ones. They'd usually go out to brunch and start the day off planning whatever fun activity they had for Cal's big day. Then there was the usual outing to whatever club they'd gotten bottle service at that night. Or there was a party at someone's house which usually ended with too many shots and Calum ending up on social media the next morning replaying the events of the night. But this year, Calum felt like shit. His cold started off as a tickle in the back of his throat, a tickle that wouldn't go away no matter how many times he cleared his throat or how many cups of tea he drank. Eventually, the tickle turned into a sore throat and a runny nose with a cough that forced Calum to make the decision on how his twenty-fifth birthday to be canceled. The day before his birthday, which was usually spent hydrating and what Calum described as the calm before the storm, he sent out the text to cancel any plans in order for him to rest and feel better. 

Calum hadn't expected anyone to show up. He'd sent out a text message to his friends the night before that he was sick with a cold and that any birthday plans would have to be rescheduled. If he was being honest, hiding in bed covered with blankets and sipping tea out of a Chewbacca mug was a perfect way to spend his birthday. He hated the idea of growing older and was not looking forward to waking up hungover from partying. But Calum wasn't expecting his doorbell to ring at two in the afternoon on the day of his birthday. So he'd ignored it at first, hoping that whoever had been at his front door would get the hint and leave him alone. Leave him to be a year older by himself while a cold that left his nose stuffed and his throat sore stuck in bed. It wasn't until he heard the familiar tone of his security system pinging, telling him someone had opened the front door, that Calum sensed something was off. 

"Duke, please tell me your father isn't passed out in the shower or worse," her voice rang out from the living room, making Calum put down the book he had been reading and make his way out of the bedroom. 

"Sweet girl?" Calum asked confused, his dry throat making his voice crack a bit. 

"Calum," she mumbled, a small smile on her face as she turned to look at him. She had that addicting smile that Calum loved so much, the one Calum liked to think she only showed when she was truly happy. She was holding multiple things, something that seemed to comically in excess, gift bags, and brown paper bags, and a pink cardboard box had been set on the kitchen counter.

"Happy birthday!" she cheered as she set down everything on the counter, "I know you said you didn't want to celebrate since you weren't feeling good but...it's your birthday and I wanted to bring you some stuff to hopefully make you feel better," she mumbled as she walked over to him and pulled him into a tight hug. 

Calum watched as she walked around his kitchen, humming quietly to herself while she waited for the soup she'd brought for him to heat up on the stove. She'd been here since the afternoon, something Calum was more than grateful for, making sure that he'd been drinking enough water and that he was taking medicine to help with whatever cold had decided to hit him on his birthday. As the day went on, with birthday presents unwrapped and many pictures taken on the polaroid that she'd gotten him as one of her gifts. 

"A camera?" Calum had asked with a sniffle as he unwrapped the box with a pink bow on top of it.

"You always talk about wanting to capture more memories. I thought that maybe having polaroids would help with that. They're more concrete, not as easily forgotten like in your phone." she mumbled and smiled, taking another bite of the cake they'd both been sharing. 

"I love it." Calum nodded, "Take a picture with me?" he asked as he pulled the camera out of the box and started to set it up. 

Calum hadn't planned on kissing her. He hadn't planned on capturing the exact moment when he told her how he truly felt about her on a polaroid camera, but his heart was full of love for her and how she'd come over to celebrate his birthday with him even after he tried to kick her out to not get her sick. But Calum hadn't planned to kiss her when she sat next to him and held the polaroid camera up in front of them. 

"I love you, you know that?" Calum mumbled softly, his own eyes widening as he met her eyes. Before he knew it, his lips were on hers and a flash went off behind his closed eyelids. 

The kiss was soft, exactly like she was, soft and warm and everything Calum had needed. Her hand cupped one of his cheeks, pulling him closer as her eyes closed and she fell deeper into the kiss. Calum's arms wrapped around her waist and his forehead rested against hers as they both pulled away. They both let out a shaky breath, Calum's nose brushing against hers as they sat in each other's arms, eyes closed because they were both too afraid to open their eyes and find out that this was all just a fever dream.

"I...I love you." she whispered, finally breaking the silence and opening her eyes, "I always have loved you." she mumbled.

His tired eyes and red nose made a perfect picture, one she'd save not only in her phone but in her heart too. The small polaroids from that day were laying on the bedside table, reminding her of the sweet boy who was dozing off with his head on her chest. His soft breathing warmed her heart and she pressed a kiss onto the top of his curls, her arms tightening around Calum as she felt him start to drift off. 

"Thank you." Calum mumbled against her shoulder, "Made my birthday special, made me finally realize how much I love you." he whispered, letting out a soft yawn. 

"You deserved to have a beautiful birthday, Calum. Even if it was just laying in bed and eating way too much cake." she teased and pushed back his curls, pressing a kiss onto his forehead. "I'm glad you love me as much as I love you, birthday boy."

"Mhm, best birthday ever," he whispered, his eyes finally closing as the smile on his face fell and he finally drifted off to sleep on what was the best birthday ever. Maybe, just maybe, being twenty-five wasn't going to be as bad as he thought. 

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I'm partially embarrassed to request this hence the anonymity but I couldn't pass up asking for Ikevamp Charles abs body worship? Either or him doing the action to or reader to him. Actually reader granting Charles some sexy under table worship while seated at dinner sounds hot. Faust and Vlad get so much love he gets left behind I feel like. If you don't know his characterization well it's ok. I'll probably write something hot myself when my sexy imagination kicks in. Which oh boy I think it has. Love ya lots Pseu! You're writing is impeccable as always. :)

Ohhhhhhh, this is a really good idea and I think you are right on all counts! Originally I was going to have him seated with someone and open this with the other person (Faust?) asking “Where is she?” (🥵), but I think Mssr. Sanson could reeeeally benefit from some words during worship, so this is just the two of them. Please enjoy! And I hope when you write what you are inspired to that it makes you really happy. Or that it already did!❣️

(Requests are closed, readers, but there are a lot to be filled in May and likely June, too! Feel free to follow along or just check in and enjoy as many as you like. A masterlist will go up when they are all completed.)

The castle’s dining chairs are upholstered with silk, because... well, what else would be in Vlad’s beautiful home? That silk is fitted over very fine, full stuffing, and the arms are carved wood, dark and polished. The waxy scent of the polish gets in Charles-Henri’s nostrils in this place. He doesn’t mind it, but he is surprised how unavoidable it can be, even over her perfume. Even over what she is doing to him.

Which is, carefully and reverently, making him insane.

Her pretty skirt is spread out over her knees and the floor like a tent, the circle of it impeded only by the legs of his chair. And her mouth is on him and murmuring endless love. Her words might be silly if anyone were to write them down, but it’s like she took them right out of the darkest, loneliest places of his brain, and she doesn’t trip over them, so he is under her spell and her lips, and he does not want to get away.

“You’re delicious,” she says, so sweetly he laughs.

“You can’t taste me the way I can taste you,” he reminds her. She just hums like she is at the top of the food chain and fondles his balls like she is on the lowest rung of society. He shivers, not for the first time.

“You are,” she insists, sucking a tiny kiss onto his hip, “Delicious.”

“Whatever you say,” he mumbles, so pleased he is jittery. His soul knows and fears that any moment this attention could be snatched away, and he wants it but he can’t depend on it...

“So smooth,” she whispers, her harmless fingernails scraping down what she can reach of the inside of his legs. She knelt there a few moments ago and opened the front of his trousers like it was nothing, and she has been touching him and mouthing him and speaking to him ever since. Charles doesn’t know why this is happening (Did Vlad order her to do this, as some kind of reward for him?), and he won’t rely on it, but he is enjoying it. The way he bobs beside her cheek is proof enough of that.

Surely she feels it? She is gripping him.

“This part,” she whispers, squeezing him and beginning to tug, release, stroke with a practiced touch, “This is so wonderful. The things you do to me with it. I’m so happy I can do things to you, too.”

His fingers drum on the table like he’s playing a sonata. “You can’t,” he says. It’s weak. He’s weak. “You don’t have the power... to do anything.”

She chuckles from the place in her throat he wants to touch when he comes. And maybe she will let him, since she seems to be pulling all the things he wants out of his head tonight, here in this empty dining room. Even if he couldn’t feel all her kisses-- and he can-- he can hear them.

“It’s perfect. You are perfect, Charles-Henri,” she says. She kisses the tip of him and her lips come away sticky. She gives it right back to him when she mouths all her praises all over again down his length. “Smooth... so handsome... so very strong... delicious.” She breathes in through her nose, tucked down by his groin, and it’s such a deep inhale that it tickles him and makes him feel like she is trying to take him in every way she can. Does the hair above his cock tickle her nose? She doesn’t flinch.

“I like the way you smell,” she says as she sighs out the breath. It’s hot and damp against his already-agitated skin. Dreamily, she adds “But I love the way you feel. Want you in my mouth.”

What can he say to that? He’s not afraid of her, there’s nothing she can even do to him, but what she is doing to him... if she stops, he feels like his mind will break, and not in clean slice but in a terrible rendering with tears and uneven edges. This entire situation is so dangerous, it’s dark and lusty and makes him feel so good he doesn’t feel safe trusting it. But he can play along. He can always play along.

“Take me in your mouth, then,” he says. He wants it to be dry, but his eagerness bleeds out of him like the juice of an overripe squeezed fruit and makes it sound like a challenge, like he’s not just playing along over her head but playing with her. Thankfully, she takes the challenge, her wet mouth opening around him and sliding down like she is determined to play, too.

He puts his head back against the dark, polished wood of the back of the chair and groans at the feel of her on him. Can love exist in a mouth that is not speaking? Can he shove himself into the deepest part of her throat? Has she ever done this before? His mind is all questions and sensation, centered on how she sucks at him as she pulls back.

Her hum is accompanied by a slight sway. It looks like she is dancing, sinuous. Seductive.

Charles slides his hands off the table, smoother than a snake, and puts them in her hair. “Is that all you wanted?” he whispers to her. She shakes her head with a closed-mouth smile. “Then have more,” he hisses, and pulls her close. He doesn’t even touch the seam of her lips because she opens for him so readily, and that thought and her plush tongue make him groan again. He pulls her (and she goes, easily) all the way down, until her body rebels and convulses around him, then he pulls her back. “More?” he asks. “More of that?”

He is not prepared for the way she rasps a needy yes, or for the way his hands have to chase her head as she goes back to her work. When she pulls away her spit clings to him and it is thick with his early seed, a glimmer in the dimness of the room. “I always want more of you,” she promises before she goes right back down. And as she moves her head down his length and pulls off with wet pops and smacks, she keeps talking, keeps saying so many of the things he’s been wanting to hear. Not needing. Only wanting. but he has been wanting.

She swears under her breath, and slurps, and calls him manly. The base of each of her palms finds the front of hips and holds him tight while she moans on him. “I love this,” she tells him. “I love you.”

It shoots through him like a downfall of arrows. He should be cut open but he only shudders and tries to figure out how to urge her on without betraying how badly he wants her to keep going. Shouldn’t she know, isn’t that why she is doing this?

“Wish I could just stay here,” she sighs before taking him wet and deep. She makes some noise that feels like a gargle around him, like his cock is in a mineral spring, and his cum soaks her windpipe and her mouth as she slowly pulls back without a single cough. He would miss it if he did not feel quite so euphoric from all her words. They might be dangerous, but that’s because they were so good.

“Delicious,” she whispers with a wet, white smile. The pink of her tongue is paler under the coat of cream she seems so proud of. He stares, unwilling to blink, as she slowly moves it over her lips. When she is done she hums like she has just had a wonderful meal, though he was the only one at the table with a plate. Even if it was for show.

Her gasp when he hauls her up and throws her onto the pillow of her skirts on the table is really all he needs to live, he thinks. He takes her on the table and keeps his ear right by her mouth and his mouth right by her ear, so he can murmur all the possessive filth she’s risen to his surface like floodwaters. And catch everything she might say, too. Just in case she says anything else as he’s pounding her into the dark polished wood, pushing the scent of wax into her skin.

“You like me,” he chants several times. “Delicious.” Her earlobe has no taste of its own, but it is the most wonderful texture in his delicate bite. Some day soon he’ll give her the holes for several new earrings, he thinks. But for now he’ll fuck into her all the things he’s not going to say, because for now he is just playing along. He can always play along. Or so he tells himself.

[jaskiersvalley]

I dont know why, but I didn't realise you had an ao3 account and I've just read "Write it better" it was so lovely. Oh gosh it made me well up. I love all your work and always read any post you make as soon as I see it. I'm so excited to make my way through your ao3 account!

There’s quite a few things coming to the AO3 account soon that won’t be posted on here :D I had signed up for a couple of events - the Geralt/Jaskier Big Bang posted last week and there are a couple of Reverse Big Bangs that will be posting soon too which I’m super excited about. While the posting date comes around for those, I can offer you a short fic on here as thanks for your kind words. <3

Heart to the Arrow

A witcher’s heart was protected under so many layers that Jaskier was certain nothing could ever get through it. Prickly, grumpy and smelly, witchers really had the whole shtick of ‘hurt others before they hurt you’ down to a tee. At first Jaskier had thought it was just Geralt who was like that. But then he met Lambert and Eskel. With Lambert the technique was so much more obvious, he snapped and snarled, lashing out at the smallest of perceived slights. Really, if Jaskier hadn’t known the technique from Geralt, he would have told Aiden to back away, that loving Lambert was a lost cause. Except for the hope that it wasn’t. Because if Aiden could convince Lambert he was loved then Jaskier would have a chance with Geralt too. And Cahir had hope with Eskel. That was a whole different kind of armour to break through. Rather than anger and indifference, Eskel shrouded himself in kindness, in helpful softness. As he travelled and Cahir followed, they went to safe cities where Cahir could start anew, met Eskel’s contacts who were or knew someone who was single and looking for a partner, and it just so happened Cahir fit their requirements. Eskel led them to safer areas where contracts were fewer but it was easier for Cahir to settle down, to leave Eskel.

The only good to come out of the Wolves being such stubborn idiots was that they invited their guests to Kaer Morhen for the winter. It made for an interesting little club, Jaskier, Aiden and Cahir together, lamenting how their Wolves were idiots.

“It’s all sharp armour. Nobody would be foolish enough to approach a fortress armed to the teeth,” Jaskier bemoaned.

“Except us. We’re like badgers with hedgehogs. Except with less murderous intent.” Aiden added. “Most of the time.”

Cahir nodded along. “If we can’t fire Cupid’s arrow at their hearts, we’re left to throw our own hearts at their arrows.”

“And maybe if we bleed enough, they’ll pull us in behind their walls and then we can strike.” Ever the poet, Jaskier sighed as he imagined it all. “But how much of our blood do they want?”

Their little meetings hadn’t gone unnoticed. The Wolves often gathered when the other were huddled in a room and they tried to fathom what on earth they could be talking about.

“Probably trading survival tips for the Path,” Eskel suggested. “I’ve tried to give Cahir so many outs, taken him to so many places he could have settled, introduced him to so many potential partners and allies. Yet none meet his standards.”

“Tell me about it. Jaskier’s turned down some court offers. Says he needs his inspiration and muse by his side.” Much more softly, Geralt added, “I know Roach is great but this is a bit ridiculous. Even for Jaskier.”

All through it Lambert had been quiet, mulling it all over. “Aiden’s probably teaching them how to stay safe alongside a witcher.” Which was a terrifying concept. “Fuck, they need someone more sensible to teach them!”

“Or they could be nursing broken hearts,” Vesemir gave his pups a firm stare as he looked up from the book he’d been reading.

As one, the Wolves shook their heads. “Nah, not possible. They’re learning survival tips.”

Lambert took it upon himself to crash the survival course, letting himself into the room. Three sets of eyes turned to him and he could hear the spike of heartbeats like a chorus of startled chicken.

“Broken hearts survival club?” He asked as a joke, wanting to mock Vesemir even if the old witcher wasn’t around to hear.

What he didn’t expect was for Jaskier’s face to soften and for Aiden’s heart to skip a beat. “You too? Who has ensnared your precious heart?”

Not at all what Lambert was expecting and he swallowed, eyes wide. He wanted to ask if this was serious, that the three really were there to lament broken hearts. His own heart lurched, knowing it was already bruised and barely held together. To know that Aiden held a torch for someone and didn’t trust him enough to say hurt worse than anticipated.

“Someone,” he said, shrugging. “It’s not important. He’s got his claws sunk into another heart.”

Diligently, Lambert didn’t look towards Aiden at all. He didn’t miss the shifting around though as Jaskier got up and approached him.

“Claws? Lambert-”

“It was just a stupid turn of phrase,” Lambert snapped. “Thought the poet in you would appreciate some flower language.”

He was steered towards the little huddle and sat down next to Aiden. Jaskier gently pressed a bottle in his hand and gave him an encouraging look. “Tell us more about who broke your heart.”

This was not a situation Lambert had ever intended to get into. He’d honestly thought he’d be helping Lambert teach the humans survival skills. Now, he needed help getting out of this mess without wrecking everything.

“Nobody’s broken my heart.” Three pairs of sad eyes stared at him. “It’s not big enough to break.”

“It’s plenty big enough,” Aiden cut in. “I know you too well to be fooled by that lie.”

Yet Aiden couldn’t see that Lambert’s heart was his for the reaping. He didn’t know Lambert well enough to see that all he had to do was ask and Lambert was his. Or maybe Lambert his his heart too well. It was all a little too confusing and poor Lambert felt like his head was going to explode.

“You don’t know me at all,” he spat and a pained silence blanketed the room.

Aiden’s harsh “don’t touch me!” broke the stillness as Cahir tried to put a soothing hand on his shoulder. There weren’t any tears but Aiden’s voice was still thick and tight.

“Maybe you don’t know me either. Maybe it’s time we went our separate ways. I’ll keep out of your way for the rest of winter.”

Lambert’s head was spinning. He had no idea what was going on anymore. Over the course of the years he and Aiden had said so much worse things to each other and hadn’t taken true offence. As Aiden tried to walk past him, he snagged his wrist and spun him, eyes pleading in place of the words he didn’t have. Begging for forgiveness, for Aiden to see what he couldn’t say.

“I think you’ve bled enough,” Cahir piped up out of the blue, watching the staring contest. A foot kicked him in the ankle and he cleared his throat with an apology. “Sorry Jaskier, what I mean is: and now kiss.”

That, at least, had the two witchers recoiling from their staring contest. Instead though, they were now looking at everything except each other.

“Did those claws do more damage?” Aiden asked softly, barely daring to hope. He gasped a little when Lambert nodded. He pulled at his wolf, urging him to stand. Turning to the other two, he offered a disbelieving smile. “I need to talk to Lambert. In private. Please excuse me.”

They left in a rush and Jaskier looked to Cahir. Now where were two of them left. Which was, of course, the moment Geralt stepped into the room.

“Don’t go into the corridor,” he grumbled. “Aiden and Lambert have finally pulled their heads out of their asses.”

“About time too.” There was only a hint of jealousy in Cahir’s voice. Lambert had come for Aiden. And now Geralt was there, looking at Jaskier. “Are all Wolves born with their heads up their ass? Or is one of the trials called The Great Stuffing?”

Giving them a confused look, Geralt’s brows pulled into a frown. “Have you been spurned by a witcher?” Realisation dawned on him. “Eskel?”

“Why do you think this is the Broken Hearts Club? Or rather, what’s left of it.”

Eyes turned from Cahir to Jaskier and Geralt was obviously doing mental gymnastics to figure it all out. A conclusion was reached when his jaw ticked and his pupils widened before narrowing as he fought to control his reactions.

“Come tend to Roach with me,” he offered Jaskier who bounced up and was almost out the door before remembering that his friend was still there and was about to be very much alone.

“I’m so sorry,” he said and Cahir nodded. This was fine. His friends deserved happiness. Little did he realise Jaskier wasn’t apologising for that. Instead, he threw his head back and, on the top of his lungs yelled, “Eskel!” then scurried away after Geralt.

The sound of rushing footsteps alerted Cahir to Eskel’s imminent arrival. He braced himself and put on a pleasant, if a little strained mask of being just fine.

“Did you call?” Eskel asked, hopeful as he stuck his head around the door.

“Jaskier. He and Geralt are in the stables. Lambert and Aiden hopefully in a bedroom.”

Sitting down heavily next to Cahir, Eskel huffed. “They finally got brave?”

Cahir didn’t want to think about what that really meant. Because then his heart would squeeze. The Wolves seemed to know about their affections and, it seemed, Geralt and Lambert even returned the feelings.

“Yeah. They did.” He turned to look at Eskel’s profile. This was fine. He could love from afar. Make sure Eskel didn’t travel alone, that someone had his back. A faithful friend. That was going to be enough for Cahir. He didn’t expect Eskel to turn to look at him, eyes dipping down to his lips.

“Do you think-” a tongue darted out to wet dry lips before Eskel continued, “-I could be brave too?”

They were already leaning towards each other, heads tipped to their noses wouldn’t bump painfully. Pausing just shy of Eskel’s mouth, Cahir whispered, “yes please” and they finally kissed.

[goth-girlfriend]

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I couldn’t fight the tears as they started to sting along my water lines, I forced my eyes closed and tried to kick my lips, they tasted like poison and rubbed. I reached out for the countertop in-front of me. Finger shaking, just slightly as I grabbed the plastic in my hand. Three of four, say positive, the fourth didn’t give me an answer. How did this happen?!

“I know how this happen, in a very pleasurable way.....because I was being an idiot four months ago!” I scolded myself after asking my self the questions.

I swallowed and looked at my phone, it was new, Enji, bought it for me when I’d lost my old one off the roof of his car. I shuffled on my seat that were the steps to my tub. I took a deep breath, “I can’t tell him, I’ll have to leave him. I don’t want my child to go through the same things his children did.”

I stood up and started pacing the bathroom, “good plan good plan.” I lied to myself.

“Maybe I should tell him? I won’t be able to do it alone....” I stopped and looked at myself in the mirror, “No! What if.”

I felt the hot streaks running down the curves of my cheeks and jaw, but it didn’t register. I clenched my jaw and forced my eyes shut, I felt queasy, and the puking began. I stood up after kneeling for like ten minutes and rushed over to my legs mirror. I rose my hoodie, and it all made sense why I’d gained weight, if you looked hard enough, you could the bulge slowly not really, but just becoming visible, I looked bloated... maybe that’s why he never realized it.... also since it’s winter I’ve been using sweaters and hoodies much to Enji’s distaste. I laughed to myself before pouting, and placing both my hands on either side of my stomach, “I’m scared....” I swallowed the taste of fear, maybe puke, “I’ve never done this... I can’t call my parents... there not in Japan....” I fidgeted and pulled my shirt down, I heard the door bell and perked up, “Oh! My Noodles are here!”

I rushed to the door wallet in hand and ready to get my dood only to come face with Enji.

“Heeeeyyyyyy,” I poked my head out the door and looked around then poured and looked up at him, “You’re not the delivery guy.”

He gave me a look that clearly stated “Are you SERIOUS?”

“Right! You should come in before my pesky neighbor sees!” I pulled him in and looked around once more, my closest neighbor was actually about a quarter mile away, but that doesn’t matter.

“Soooooo,” I turned around and licked the door, “I didn’t expect you at all.” I smiled and fidgeted with my hands feeling sick.

“I’ve come to discuss this relationship.” His words were straight, I felt a fill run through my blood and bones, if he leaves.... what am I gonna do?

“Oh,” I nodded looked down, my voice was a whisper, “I guess say what you need.”

“I can’t keep having an affair, there are rumors rising already. My image can’t be ruined like this.”

I felt my heart pick up, my breathing felt struggled.

“I see,” I didn’t look up as I made myself take a breath feeling my heartbeat in my throat, “well, if this is it, I guess I should give back the jewelry, and other expensive gifts huh?”

“No, keep them, that’s not what I’m here for.” He shook his head eyes closed.

“Alright, is there anything else you need to say? Before you go?”

“I’m getting a divorce,” the words were like a punch to the stomach, I wasn’t the one being divorced but it definitely hit, I felt it rushing up. I rushed or my bathroom and stuffed the pregnancy tests into my hoodie pocket so Enji wouldn’t see them, I clung to the toilet shoving up the seat puked letting it all out. I was met with a tug at my hair, Enji was holding it back and fumbling with a black scrunches I’d left on my sink. He sighed as he rubbed my back, he kneeled beside me rubbing my back and handing me toilet tissue to wipe my mouth a bit that burned its wya through my nose. I took it and wiped my mouth away, I dry heaved a bit, and felt myself shaking, cold, so cold. Enji kept flushing the toilet until it was all gone, he helped me to sit on the toilet, “You’re sick.”

He sighed and closed his eyes, “Don’t move from here until I get back.”

I nodded and looked down, I let out a sigh and groaned, a divorce? He’s leaving Rei? Officially? I mean, it’s good cause this won’t be so scandalous anymore, but... it’s sudden.

I tried to stand by my thighs were shaky and weak. I paced my hands into hem and felt tears, I closed my eyes and let them fall, a new heat on my cheeks wiped them away, I looked to see Enji there, hands on my face, he could definitely crush my skull, his eyes looked sad, but his face was not showing that.

“I brought you water and some medicine to help with nausea. I don’t know what this is, but let’s get you to bed, you look tired, your cheeks and eyes are red and you look weak.” He didn’t let me answer as he gave me the medicine and stood up making his way to my room outside the bathroom and I could hear him moving the blankets.

Getting it my bed Enji told my to put my hand up, I did, he pulled my hoodie off leaving me in the tank top I wore underneath. Something fell but I don’t pay attention to what, but mostly because Enji was helping me sit, even if I didn’t want to. “You’ve already order food, I’ll wait here with you until gets here.”

He took my hand squeezed and I just nodded, the tears in my eyes, I didn’t even feel them, “So sweet.”

For a minute I forgot I was pregnant, until my phone gave a buzz, I looked ya it on the nightstand. I know the chime, it was for my period tracker, I’d neglected completely four times now. Enji didn’t read my phone simply handing it to me. I thanked him and swiped away the notification, “sleep.” He said and brought his free hand to brush my hair back, I craved his warm hand in this cold moment, “If you leave wake me up.” He nodded, and I sighed and started to shuffle in the blanket.

***

“(Y/n),” I was shook awake, I blinked a few times feeling hot in the blanket I sat and pushed it back, I stood up and just as I was about to answer, back in the bathroom.

“We should take you to a doctor.” I hugged and nodded, “yeeaaahhhh.”

“Do you have one?” He asked and looked at his phone.

“No sir.” I was honest.

I heard him sigh, “Take off that shirt,” I hear him walk away followed by some clattering. I pulled off my shirt and he brought back my hoodie, “Wear this, I’m taking you to a doctor.”

He left again and started to talk on the phone, I pouted and pulled on my hoodie after taking off my shirt, “bully, I didn’t even get my lunch.”

I walked spurns my house in the socks I just pulled on looking for my shoes, “where?” I dropped to my knees looking under the sofa, “are you?” I reached aliens and felt something.

“Shoes?” I asked and pulled out some old low sneakers that I used to wear.... once, when I tried to work out.

“It’ll work.” I shrugged and started to pull them on.

“Ready?” I answered back with “YES DADDY SIR IM READY!” I heard a heavy sigh and smiled pushing myself off the floor as he walked into the room, he held up a bag, my food.

“Get in the car.” He tossed me my keys, “No driving.” I nodded and rushed to my car and got in the passenger side and turned it on. I pulled on my seat belt and sat waiting, I huffed after literally two minutes passed.

I honked then smiled seeing Enji come into the garage, I got happy, I like car rides with Enji...kinda like a dog I guess.... he handed me the plastic bag and placed a lime soda in the cup holder, “Do NOT, open it until were on the road.” I nodded and waited, until we pulled out and took the turn.

I opened my bag and found the stir fry noddles is been craving all day, “Don’t way to much, if you puke again well have to stop and clean the car.” “Okay, got it.”

I started of eat and look out the window and indulge in the noodles. I stopped a quarter way in when I felt a shuffle in my abdomen. My food was hitting on an empty stomach, and it’s showing. I covered the food up and placed it back in the bag and tried to didn’t some soda. I finished the drink by the time we pulled up to a clinc.... a women’s clinic. I cringed at the sight. “Why here?” I asked.

“I thought you’d be more comfortable with a woman for your doctor.

“Okaaaayyyy.” I prepped myself to get out, I watched Enji get out with no hesitation, I still hesitated, until he came and opened my door offering a hand. I took it and was pulled back by my seatbelt. I laughed sheepishly and I clicked it before getting help again. We walked in and surprisingly empty, I guess the parking lot gave that away though. We walked in, Enji made me sit, he went and got the paper work from the secretary, and brought it back and I started to fill it out. I smiled as I gave back to him, and he got up and took it back. He told the nurse something and she nodded with a big smile. He nodded and came back to sit by my side. I felt nervous, and didn’t fight the bouncing of my leg, I shimmied closer to his side and leaned my head on his shoulder. A few minutes passed until they called. They took blood for vitamin checks, and muscle and bone stuff, urine for some tests, something about protein and I didn’t catch the rest. They told me to sit on the bed my doctor would be here soon. Then asked if I’d like Enji in the room or not, I nodded and said yes let him stay, I kNOW WHAT THIS IS.... maybe it won’t be so bad with someone else. A few more minutes and here she came, a short plump woman with bright eyes.

“I’m here, so tell me whats happening.” She said and didn’t even look at me, just read some papers.

“Well, I’ve been queasy, and I’ve been puking most of the day-“ I was wished by a hand on my back, “This will help you.” I watched Enji reach into his pocket and pull out a ziplock I cringed at the sight, the four tests I’d stuffed in my jacket.

The doctor took it and looked at them and laughed, “Well,” she smiled and clipped them to her board, “I’ll tell them to run the urine for a test.”

“Thank you.” Enji answered and she nodded then left.

“.......sooooooo, hows the weather up there?” I said not looking up at him. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He didn’t look at me, just ahead at the wall. I looked around, “I was scared, that maybe, you wouldn’t want it or you know....your past... that you might... you know.....” The sigh he let out was depressing, I tried to look at him. I was hurt, out of every fight I’ve ever seen him in, I felt like maybe, just maybe, this would be the lowest I’d ever see him. “I-“ “No, don’t say your sorry,” his stare still on the floor, “I don’t blame you.... for thinking those things, if you want to leave with this child then you can do so. I just want you to know these few things before you make a choice.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat, it’s weird because I’m not the one who just got emotionally wounded.

“I don’t deserve to be a father again, I know it, I understand the things I’ve done are not right. It can’t easily be forgiven. The things I’ve done can last over a life time, I’m working to fix all these things, I don’t want to hurt the one I love anymore, but I can’t stand the thought of hurting innocent people. I wanted to spend what’s left of my life with you, this is sudden, and you have the decision and freedom to decide what you think is best, but I promise you, this time, I will be the best man I can for you, and for this child. I don’t want to hurt anyone, I want to be the best I can and prove that I know what it’s like to be real father, to show I know what love really is. I won’t force you to make any decisions, and I won’t force my way into its life, I only want to do this, if you do this with me.”

I nodded and swallowed, great now IM crying. I tired to reach for his hand, “Enji.” His hand squeezed mine once I held his, “I’d love to share my life and first child with you,” I sniffled, “I don’t want my first child to not know it’s dad, so please, do everything you can to be there for us.”

***

“ILL,” I grunted and squeezed the hand burning my flesh, “I promise,” I let out a deep breath, “I’ll show you pain when this is over.” I took a few labored breaths, squeezing his hand, I pulled my hand out of his and took of my new wedding ring, “hold this it’s about to hurt us both once this head starts coming out.” I hissed feeling a sharp pain and then I felt it, it felt like a poop you can’t hold it, it dropped lower and “Alright Mrs.Todoroki, it’s crowning, so just give us a nice push-“

I flexed my lower abdomen and stopped when he said, I took breath, and clenched to Enji’s hand making sure to not squeezed my lower muscles in pain to avoid excessive bruising, “1...2...3... and push.”

I pushed again feeling pressure leaving my inside and pouring out of me, “Breathe,” the Doctor said and she looked up at me, “Someone has definitely been doing their workouts, this is going very quick and smooth.” She disappeared behind my legs and said “Last one,” a paused that felt like an hour, “Push-“ crying filled the room, “It’s a boy! Congratulations! Would you like to cut the umbilical cord Mr.Todoroki?” I let go of his hand but he hesitated, I nodded at him with a smile, the blood drained from him when he saw what everything looked like down there, he took the scissors and quickly cut before coming back to my side, “Placenta is coming.” She sis do felt another wave of pressure leaving me stomach, and I heard a wet plop, and a metallic sound. I shivered but quickly recovered when my necked son was placed on my now bear chest, I held him close and cried, he was a bit bloody still but I was so happy. The tears started falling as I hugged his gently and kissed his head of already bright red hair. “Precious, boy.” I said and gen’s got tried to rub some stuff off his face, he quickly attached to my breast and started to suckle,t tears didn’t stop as I looked up at Enji, he was wiping his own eyes.

“Have you thought of any names? Or should we wait a while?” The doctors said replacing her gloves and smock. “Well,” I looked up at Enji, “Things worked out, so? How about it?”

The doctor looked between us and Enji took the pen and notepad a nurse was holding, he wrote down the name and they nodded and took it, “Well then, I’ll leave you two with him a while longer until your pain has subsided and then we’ll take him to be weighed, and a few other things.”

We nodded and she smiled, “Congratulations, to the both of you.” Once more, after he stopped suckling I handed him to Enji and pulled my gown up, Enji seemed so scared, the baby WASNT small, he had rolls already, and they’re beautiful, but in Enji’s hands, he’s so small. “Hello,” he whispered and tried to cradle it ashore his chest on his forearm, it’s head resting against his bicep and pec. He brought his free hand to cover its torso and side, “I’m your father, I won’t ever leave you, I won’t ever hurt you, I never want to lose you, I’ll be with you always.” Call the hormone imbalance and recent loss of my child, but I was crying, I covered my face with my hands wiping the tears away, so cute.

***

“Enji?” I peeked into my room, nothing, “Enji?” Nothing was in the babies room, “Enji-“ there he was ok his back, on the floor, baby held up in the air, in his hands. The baby was laughing and flailing his arms and kicking. It was cute, I’d bought him an endeavor themed baby onesie, and Enji was wearing his hero costume without the armor. I stayed quiet watching as he stood up, and held the baby up to his shoulder, the baby placing a fist and his cheek on his shoulder, his eyes closed as Enji held him close. “I promise, I’ll never leave you.”

***

“where is he?!” I panicked and looked for my son, who just disappeared. I ran around the house and panic rose through the round when I heard gurgling don’t DROWN PELASE DONT DROWN BABY! Bursting into the master room fight or flight on high I felt stupid seeing Enji sleeping on his back arm circled around and pulling into his side the bundle of fire and Todoroki I was panicking for. The baby cooed moving closer to Enji, I sighed, my adrenaline wearing down, it was cute, especially when Enji turned to his side to hug our son to his chest, and mumbled out, “I’ll become someone you’ll be proud of, someone you can count on always.”

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Off The Deep End

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Warnings: none for this chapter. Starts with fluff, ends with angst. But shits gonna hit the fan lmao

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Spencer pulls up the comforters in an attempt to cover his ears from the horrendous alarm that was enveloping his room.

“Make it stop," he grumbled into an empty bed.

"It's been ringing for a little more than an hour now," he heard his favorite voice from the attached bathroom of their bedroom, "it's about time you woke up, don't you think?" She peeked through the doorway, rolling her eyes with a smile at her sleepy husband.

"I have a better idea," Spencer mumbled sleepily.

“Oh?”

"You come into bed with me." He propped himself onto his elbow, barely managing to pry his open. He glanced over to the digital alarm clock on the bedside table which read 6:15 in bright red luminescent lights.

He inhaled a sharp breath slowly sitting up in bed, stretching his arms widely. The covers fell back onto the bed as he stood up and made his way into the bathroom.

"Excuse me," Amelia looked at her husband from the mirror. He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, resting his head on her shoulder. "Occupied." She giggles as he kisses the nape of her neck.

“Can you join me in the shower?” He asked his wife, looking at her big brown eyes through the mirror.

She turned to face him, smiling sweetly, “I'm already dressed, babe.” She puts on her earrings. “Sorry.” She apologized laughing at his disappointed sigh.

“You don't have to be at work ‘til 8. That's enough time for a second shower.” He rests his forehead against hers. He gives her a look up and down, thanking all the Gods he could think of for giving him an eidetic memory.

Her style was modest and girly. Floral prints and pastel colors. Lots of dresses and skirts (which she loved to twirl and spin in).

She quickly gives him a peck on his stubbly cheek, and squirms her way out his arms. “Get ready quickly. Breakfast will be ready in 20, and I would like to eat with you before I leave for the day.”

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Pulling the buttons on his cardigan close, he rushed into the kitchen when he heard the bacon sizzle.

“Lia,” he grumbled, quickly stuffing a few raspberries in his mouth before she could stop him, “you spoil me.” He kisses her cheek.

She gives him a toothy, childlike grin.

She loved being appreciated and praised. It made her feel giddy. And, when she felt like that, she gave this adorable smile, which was one of the many things Spencer loved. Her two front teeth, and side canines displayed themself through her smiling lips.

“Should I do the omelette?” Spence offered as he set the table.

“I was thinking of no eggs today.” She answered, pouring pancake batter onto a second pan. When he gave her a questioning look- eggs being her favorite in the mornings- she just shrugged. “The smell has been setting my stomach off for a few days now.”

After he poured the duo Orange juice, the two quickly ate, cleaned, and rushed out the door. Both said their ‘I love you's’ and parted their separate ways.

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Amelia, being a preschool teacher, had very simple hours. From 8am, until 2 in the afternoon. After that, she was home, and usually waiting for her husband's arrival.

Spencer didn't have such a predictable schedule. Sometimes he would come home around 5 in the afternoon. Other times, if he had paperwork he wanted to wrap up, he would stay late till nearly midnight. And, of course, if a case came up, he could be gone for days.

But, regardless, whatever his schedule may be for the day, he always, always, made sure Amelia was aware of it.

Today was no different. She got home from work at about half past two. She had a feeling in her stomach. One of much excitement. A part of her wanted to wait for Spencer to come home, but a bigger part wanted to find out before him. That way, she could surprise him if she was right. And, if she wasn't- well, at least, that way, he wouldn't be disappointed also.

She tossed her handbag onto the couch of her apartment, and made a beeline for the bathroom.

After a total of three minutes, she's on the bathroom floor, one hand over her mouth, her other hand holding tightly onto a plastic stick and her eyes flowing with tears.

Happy tears.

She couldn't believe her eyes. There it was. The pregnancy stick she had bought nearly four months ago, finally in her hands reading exactly what she was hoping for.

Two solid lines, screaming, that she was going to be a mother. She wanted to call Spence straight away. She wanted to scream it off the rooftops and to the world. She wanted to call her best friend, and her mother and sister-

But first, she obviously had to tell her husband. But, not like this. She couldn't say news like this over the phone. No, she had to surprise him.

So, that's exactly what she planned on doing. Very quickly, and very happily, she got to baking. And whisking, and piping. Soon enough, she had a dozen cupcakes baked and frosted.

Some pink with blue sprinkles, some blue with pink sprinkles. She had a few topped with candles which she planned to light right before Spence came home.

Which reminded her-

Amelia paused the music which was blasting from her cell phone, and dialed her significant other.

One ring, two ring , three r-

“Hello?” She heard his voice answer.

“Hey,” she smiled widely. “Still at work?”

He hummed, “Yeah, just about wrapped up. I should be home soon.”

Amelia's stomach was storming with butterflies and she was scared, thinking, somehow, that her husband would unveil her secret through the phone. “Hurry,” she bit her bottom lip, “I have a surprise for you.”

“Oh?” She heard his voice perk up, “Is this a family friendly surprise? Or, should I just come straight to the bedroom?” She could hear a smirk playing at his lips.

“Why don't you just hurry home, and you can see for yourself.” Amelia teased.

-

Amelia must've fallen asleep watching television, because, one moment, she's watching The Real Housewives reruns at 3 something, and the next, she's waking up feeling lost in sleep at almost midnight.

She feels discombobulated for a moment until she realizes she was waiting for her husband before her unplanned nap. Confused, she looks around her quiet, empty- very dark- apartment.

Sitting up on the coach, she grabs her phone and dials Spencer's phone, simultaneously turning on a nearby lamp.

He said he'd be home soon. She thought to herself. She swallowed hard, her sleep making her mouth dry.

No rings. Straight to voicemail.

Yawning, she goes to her contacts, and dials the next best number she can think of.

After two rings, she hears an all too familiar male voice. “Hey, Amelia.”

“Hey, Derek. Sorry for waking you.” She knew she didn't wake him. She could hear the television in the background.

“Nah, mama, it's cool. What, Boy Genius not letting you sleep?” He laughed. Amelia could hear Savannah asking Morgan who's phone call he was on so late at night.

“Um- actually, that's why I called. Boy Genius isn’t home yet.” Amelia stood from the spot she was in for the past few hours, “I spoke with him earlier, and he said he'd be home around 3-ish.” She fiddled with her fingers, and an uneasy feeling in her stomach.

She could feel the confusion on the other line as Morgan quickly made an excuse, “You know, he probably turned his phone off and didn't realize it. That man is basically a caveman when it comes to technology. You know that.” Amelia started pacing her living room floor, “Don't stress, I'll call him and figure out where he is.”

The worried wife bit her inner cheek, “Thanks, Derek. Again, sorry for bothering you and the missus.” She felt guilty.

“Nothing to apologize about, Kid. I'll figure out where Pretty Boy is, and when I do, I'll eat his ear off for you.” He snickered, making Amelia smile. “Get some sleep. He’ll be home soon.”

Amelia wasn't tight-knit with Spencer's team, but she were fairly close. They were his family after all. So, it felt natural having to call Derek Morgan when Spencer hadn't come home yet. He was basically Spence’s big brother.

Saying another round of ‘thank you’s and ‘sorry’s, Amelia hung up the phone. Turning to face her kitchen counters, she saw the cupcakes she had set out in wait for her husband. Pink and blue sweets littered the countertops.

She had an uneasy feeling stirring within her. Nothing like the one she had before taking the pregnancy test. No, that was excitement. This, what she was feeling now, was all dread. With every fiber within her, she felt a strong fear.

And rightfully so.

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Spencer was on the nose when he said he was ‘just about wrapped up’. After the call with his wife, he was more excited than usual to get home.

Spence and Amelia had what an outsider would call, puppy love. They were young, and openly affectionate. They were in what seemed to be a never-ending honeymoon phase.

Being together for 5 years, three of those as married, Spencer still looked at Amelia as if she was the reason the sun shone every morning, and she was the one who put the stars in the sky.

This was no ‘puppy love’. This was an ‘old couple sitting on a porch watching the sunset love’.

Spencer quickly packed his satchel, and because he was the last to leave the office, shut off all the lights. Taking the elevator down and quickly jogging to his parked car, he throws his bag in the passenger seat, and just as he's about to get in himself, he hears a voice call for him.

“Um- excuse me?” The curly headed brunette looks up, over his shoulder. He sees a hunched over chubby man, standing at the entrance of the parking lot. The two men lock eyes, and the stranger shows Spence a paper map from the distance. “I was a little lost, and was hoping I could just get some directions.”

The FBI agent licked his lips, and stepped a few feet away from his vehicle. “Where did you need to go?”

The chubby man made a smile which was crooked, “Question seems to be where I am now.” He laughed.

Spencer walked closer to the man who opened up the map. “Well, you're here,” he pointed at a cross section between two streets.

“And, now, where would that leave the Fish Market on Drewry Street?” He asked Spencer.

“Well, on Drewry Street, for starters.” Spence gave half a laugh, locating the street on the map.

As he pointed with his index finger, he looked up and saw the man staring intently at him. A smile took place on his lips, and before Spencer could react, or ask any questions, he felt a blunt force hit the back of his head.

Stumbling back with a grunt, the tall helpful man grabbed the back of his head, feeling warm, what he assumed was blood. “What the- agh! Mmpph!” A hand covered the agent's mouth.

In lighting speed, a windowless van pulls up beside the men. The man behind Spencer pushes him into the back of the new vehicle. The once hunched, and seemingly harmless stranger, now stood taller than Spencer. He shut the door of the van, leaving a half conscious, fully confused Spencer lying in the back. He jumped into the passenger seat of the van, and the car sped off with a screech.

Leaving behind only a skid mark on the road, and Spencer's satchel in the car, the van was long gone before any bystanders could take notice.

[writemywaytoyourheart]

One → Two

a/n: guess who finally got a laptop mofos? when I say that this fic has given me grief.....I am in no way exaggerating,,,, but, the past is behind us! let’s just enjoy it now 😅 pls...I seriously hope y’all like this. technically it’s still Friday for some people ;) and I promise that the story will get better as we go along.

Pairing: Hoseok x Female Reader

Genre: angst, fluff

Warnings for this chapter: Mentions of alcohol consumption, a creeper dude, emotional abuse, insinuations of past sexual abuse, insinuations of self harm, language.

Word count: 3.7k

Trigger Warning: if you are easily triggered by this type of stuff, pls don't read it. I have some fluff on my account, you should enjoy that instead! Here's a link to my other works → BTS ML

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Daisies in the Dark Masterlist

All stories have a beginning and all stories have an end.

But, how does one know where to start a story? And maybe, sometimes we don't want to know the end; since unfortunately, not all stories have a good finish. Perhaps we'd like to leave it unfinished and rewrite it in our minds, because all humans want a happy ending.

You're still reading so I guess you'd like to see for yourself how this story goes.

Have you ever heard the story of how the sun fell in love with the moon?

No?

Well, you're about to...

And I can't promise you that it's going to go the way you'd like.

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3 yrs before the incident

One more chance. I'll give her one more chance, you thought as you grit your teeth, watching your once best friend in the lunch line chatting it up with the annoying girl from history class.

Your breath caught in your throat when your former bff Lena made eye contact with you from across the cafeteria after filling her lunch tray. A small smile went to find it's way onto your face when Lena's eye contact lingered, but it was gone in a matter of seconds when she just twitched an eyebrow and sauntered off to sit at a table across the room; the conversation between Lena and her new bestie continuing as if nothing had happened.

So it was true, she'd left you for someone else. Like you were worth nothing more to that girl than a tissue; use it once and throw it away. Not a very good comparison at the time, but that's all you could think of as you watched them sit down; you were worth no more than a small used tissue.

Figures...

Your hands started to twitch awkwardly not knowing what to do with themselves now and you stared at the lasagna on your lunch tray; if you could even call it that–all it was was a lump of overcooked noodles drenched in sauce the color of a burnt tomato with who knows what posing as the ground beef, covered in a crispy layer of cheese.

You definitely weren't hungry, but staring at the sad excuse for lunch in front of you and contemplating life as nothing more than a wisp of a tissue floating through the air, not knowing where it might end up–was better than watching Lena start a new chapter without you.

It didn't make sense, you were best friends...weren't you? Guess it didn't matter now, since a friendship takes two people to make it work, and seeing as one was currently occupied elsewhere, you would have to make do with what you had, which was...a depressed piece of lasagna staring at you from it's home on the untouched tray. You poked at it with your fork and looked at it-thinking. Then you whispered to the disheartening meal,

"Oh well...at least you're not gonna leave me for that annoying- what was her name? I don't even know, but who cares, right?"

Then you suddenly realized what you were doing and looked up quickly in embarrassment, afraid someone had seen you. But the regular drone of kids talking, shouting and laughing was the same as always. Of course no one had noticed, because you were invisible.

And you were talking to a piece of lasagna.

Highschool was great....

You were a senior this year, at seventeen. At least this was the last year of hell, then you could do whatever you wanted. You had a lot of things you wanted to do and places to travel to, maybe you couldn't do them all but you'd be damned if you didn't at least try.

But one thing was for sure, you couldn't just sit there and stare at that fake lasagna pretending like Lena wasn't betraying you right across the room. So you got up and brought your uneaten food to the window where kids leave their empty lunch trays and put your tray down, but kept the small carton of chocolate milk. Then headed out of the cafeteria to spend the rest of your lunchbreak in the library. You fiddled with the unopened milk carton and mumbled to yourself while you walked,

"It's fine, I don't need her anyway."

Just numb the pain.

That wasn't the first or the last time.

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2 yrs before the incident

"Uhhh, ya know what little missy? I think if you give me twenty-five percent off everything, maybe we could come to a compromise?"

This man......was going to die in a minute if he kept going on like this.

You tried your hardest not to just scream at this pervert to leave and say you wouldn't do a damn thing for him. You just settled for licking your dry lips while he started to smirk at you. He brought his hand up to rest against the counter, then started to slowly tap his fingers. You made eye contact with him and said sternly, "I'm sorry sir, but I can't do that."

"What if I give you my phone number? And we'll make it fifteen percent..." He tried again, not once breaking eye contact with you.

"Excuse me sir-"

"Yes, doll?"

"Do you have a coupon?"

"No, I don't bu-"

"Then no, we can't move the price down at all, would you like to pay the full price or leave sir?" You stared him dead in the eyes, this creep, you thought angrily, how dare he call me that? I hope he just leaves, I don't care if he doesn't buy anything. The man leaned over the cash register, "hmm, this isn't very good customer service. Maybe I won't come back." Please don't, you thought, but instead of saying that you settled for, "it's not about customer service, this is store policy, I'm sorry sir but I can't do anything."

"Ya know what? I like it when you call me sir- you say that a lot to me....what's a pretty little lady like you doing working in a rundown grocery store, hm? What about college? You're what, eighteen? If you'd like, I can give you my number and you won't have to worry about this job, I'll take care of you." He smirked and arched an eyebrow at you from the other side of the counter.

It was probably a good thing there was a big cash register between the two of you, since you weren't sure what would've happened if you had free range. By now your brain was just blurry and you saw nothing but blackness because of the fury settling inside. What a disgusting man. You didn't care if you got fired, you were gonna teach him a lesson or two about trying to get young girls to do stuff for him in exchange for money. You leaned forward which made him lean back in surprise, then you said loud enough for the other people in line to hear,

"If you do not pay the full price right here right now, then leave. If you think I'm looking for a sugar daddy then you are sadly mistaken. You have enough money to pay for a girl's life in exchange for your own personal services, so you have enough to pay the full thirty five dollars. There are people waiting behind you so make up your mind now, sir." You said the last word mockingly and raised an eyebrow at him in defiance. The man's eyes grew in shock, then he glared at you but he didn't say a word as he threw forty bucks in your direction, grabbed his bags and stomped out of the store.

You took a deep breath and smiled at the next customer who cautiously came forward with their items.

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The second you stepped through the door after working a twelve hour shift you slumped against the wall and yanked your sneakers off; dropping them to the floor carelessly. The apartment was dark so you assumed your mom wasn't home- probably out drinking away her troubles again. Walking into the kitchen, you sighed at the sink full of dirty dishes, and the counters that were no better. The smell wasn't too bad, probably because your nose was used to it by now. You walked to a cupboard and rummaged around until you found a sleeve of saltine crackers. After that you grabbed the softened butter and a knife and walked to your room; stepping over and around the miscellaneous junk spread throughout the apartment.

After about an hour of sitting on your bed, scrolling through your phone and munching on what your dinner was that night, you heard the door open and what you could only assume was your mother stumble inside. Your mother's heels clacked against the hard floor by the door, then a heavier pair of footsteps could be heard with them. You sighed deeply, but stayed as quiet as you could. Not again, you thought miserably. Just, please just go do whatever you're gonna do and leave me alone, you prayed silently squeezing your eyes shut.

There was a lot of stumbling and cursing and your chest was tight with anxiety, scared that at any moment they would drunkenly come into your room by accident. Eventually, your mother's bedroom door slammed shut and you let out the breath you had been holding. Thank you God, thank you, you clasped your hands and shook them, then carefully and as quietly as you could, you set the remaining crackers and butter on your nightstand. Then you shifted in bed to lie on your left side and tried to make sure the bed didn't creak at your movements– cringing a little when it squeaked a bit. It was gonna be alright, he–whoever he was, didn't know you were in the house.

You closed your eyes and tried to ignore the lingering feeling on your skin, even though it had been over a year since the last time. You stuffed your hands over your ears, willing yourself to sleep despite whatever was going on on the other side of the wall.

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Morning came all too soon, and with it a massive pounding headache from the lack of sleep. You groaned when the sun hit your eyes and made the darkness an annoying shade of orangey red from behind your eyelids, your brain in a fog from the tiny bit of sleep you were able to get even though it was plagued by nightmares. Then you suddenly snapped awake and shot up in bed, grabbing your chest and feeling all around yourself frantically, breathing a sigh of relief when you felt your shirt still on your body. You were okay, it was just another nightmare. You tried to steady your breathing while taking deep breaths in and blowing them out slowly. Then you looked towards the door and cupped a hand by your ear; listening intently. After a minute or two of silence that didn't really prove anything, you sighed and swung your legs out of bed- planting your feet on the floor despite laundry being scattered everywhere. Sneaking towards the door you put an ear to it then slowly turned the knob. Normally you wouldn't even be risking going out of the safety of your room but you really had to pee, you would just have to be quick.

You scurried quietly to the bathroom and when you were finished you were on your way back when your mom's door swung open. You flinched and wrung your hands keeping your eyes downcast, too afraid to look up. But then you sighed in relief when it was only your mother that pushed past you to go to the bathroom. You decided to risk it and peeked into your mom's bedroom. A weight lifted off your chest at the sight of the empty bed–he must have left earlier.

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"Aren't you supposed to be working or something? Why're you just sitting around reading?" Your mother scoffed at you from the doorway, after slamming your bedroom door open to confront you.

You set your book down–not ready for another fight, "they gave me today off, I'm back on the schedule tomorrow." Your mother just glared at you and crossed her arms, "oh, so you think we can afford to have you lying around, taking days off? Lazy ass." With that she turned and slammed the door shut, leaving you to sit there and scold your heart to stop hurting, because it just wasn't worth it.

You don't need her Y/n...

Just numb the pain.

So that's what you did.

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1 1/2 yrs before the incident

You walked into the apartment after three classes in a row; each one being about two hours long. You dropped your backpack by the door with a thud then changed your mind and picked it up again, not wanting another fight when someone tripped over it in their drunken state. You decided just putting it in your room would be best. 

Canned vegetables with canned chicken really wasn't too bad if one could figure out the right stuff to put in it. After years of this, you had discovered your favorite seasonings and you were mixing yourself up a nice concoction for lunch before going to work, humming and talking to yourself as you did so–when there was loud pounding on the front door.

You weren't very alarmed, knowing exactly who it was, and so you opened the door and stepped aside as your mother staggered in, thankfully alone. Turning to look at you, your mother's eyes were a bit glassy as she spoke, "is there any food around here or do I have to do all the work for that too?" She wasn't drunk, but she wasn't too far away from it. You didn't say anything and just walked to the kitchen, took your lunch and handed it to your mother.

"I just made this for you, thought you'd be home soon."

Your mom just snatched it away and walked to her room calling over her shoulder, "almost nineteen years old and all you can do is make a half-assed meal for the woman that gave up everything for your lazy ass."

You just grabbed your bag and put your shoes on, trying to ignore the insistent hunger pangs in your stomach, then walked out the door for work.

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"Y/n? May I speak with you please?" It was the next day and you were just leaving the history classroom when your professor called you over. Your grades were far from satisfactory, but you really did try. You walked over to Professor Kim's (who also happened to teach your Korean class as well) desk and tried not to hang your head, since you knew what was coming. She was a nice lady, but could also be strict at times.

"Y/n, I'm going to get straight to the point. I heard that you wanted to travel to South Korea. We both know you're struggling a bit in the academic department, but I know you're a good girl, and you speak Korean pretty well."

You looked up, utterly confused, this wasn't about you almost failing history class? Professor Kim just smiled and continued, "there is a scholarship program to go and stay in Seoul for a year, learning Korean and going to the university there. I thought you might be interested in it."

You were so shocked you couldn't speak for a full minute, just stuttering out nonsense until Professor Kim laughed and put her hand on your shoulder. Then she handed you a packet, telling you to fill it out and give it back to her as soon as possible.

This couldn't be happening. Good things didn't happen to you. Could this actually be your escape?

You thanked Professor Kim over and over then scurried out of the room before anything else could be said and possibly destroy this amazing opportunity. As you left there was a new lift to your step.

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Two weeks had passed and no word from the scholarship people. You turned nineteen in those two weeks, but that didn't mean much to you. All you could think about was the scholarship. Things at home didn't change, they never did. Until one day when you were heading home from work, completely exhausted, and you saw the mailman at the front door knocking. You ran up the steps but your mother opened the door right when you got there. You said hello to the man and took the mail from him, being our to thank him. When you turned to go inside, your mother snatched all the mail from you and stalked off. You followed her cautiously, "uh, may I see that? I think I might have gotten something." Your mother turned and glared at you then spat, "and what could you have gotten in the mail? You don't even have friends, and the bills are in my name." You tried not to roll your eyes, even though the bills were in your mother's name, she wasn't the one paying them.

Scanning through the envelopes, your mother stopped when she saw one with the name Y/n Y/l/n on the front. She turned and looked at you accusingly, "what is this?" Before you had time to even process what you were doing you snatched the envelope out of her hands and dashed around her, running to your room. You shut the door and locked it, hearing the woman outside screaming horrible accusations and threats at you but not caring a single bit. The envelope was white–super white actually, almost looking unnatural. Your fingers shook as you gently tore it open, running a finger carefully along the top so you could pull the letter out. The paper inside was just as bright, and the bold black lettering stood out.

Your breathing hitched, was this actually happening? A second scan over the letter and a quick yet painful pinch to the arm confirmed that, yes, this was actually happening. Your hands trembled as you slowly pulled your phone out of your pocket and carefully typed in the number printed on the paper. The sounds of your mother screaming outside the door and hitting it, the cars outside, your own heart pounding in your ears- it all faded away to a dull thudding when you heared the ringing through the phone, once, twice, you held your breath, three rings in, four......click

"Hello? This is Jill Dunning, how can I help you?"

"H-hello? I- I was told to call you."

"Are you Y/n Y/l/n, by any chance?"

You cleared your throat nervously, then took a deep breath before answering.

"Yes, I am."

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1 month later 

The flight there was extremely long and tiring so by the time you were getting off; you could’ve cried tears of joy, having felt like the plane ride really was going to last forever and you’d never step on solid ground again. But there you were; standing in the middle of the Seoul airport, completely and utterly free.

Not to mention, completely and utterly lost.

You looked around but couldn’t see anything other than a lot of people rushing around; businessmen and women, families with little children that stared at you with wide eyes, college students; and yet not a single soul that looked like they might help you find who you were looking for. You shifted your heavy backpack and decided to walk a bit, maybe you could find where the luggage came through and you could at least collect the rest of your bags. After you walked for another minute you saw a sign with a suitcase on it, hanging from the ceiling with an arrow pointing down. You hurried over to where it was pointing and saw a giant metal thing with suitcases going around on it, people looking at tags and grabbing them before hurrying off again. 

You walked over briskly and just in time too, because your two suitcases had just come around the bend in the giant machine. You double checked the tags and after confirming they were yours, you heaved them off the machine and caught your breath after setting them next to you. Then you had to figure out where you were and where your roommate, who was to be picking you up, was. You went to the name of your roommate in your contacts and pressed it before you held your phone to your ear. After one ring, the sweet voice of your roommate answered in Korean.

“Hello? Y/n?”

“Hey Eui, I just got here and I’m so lost. I just got my bags.”

“I’m so sorry Y/n! I’ll be there in less than five minutes. Traffic was awful, but I’m walking into the airport now. Just stay by the baggage area, ok?”

”Ok, thanks Eui.”

You had talked to her on the phone many times over the past four weeks and you really liked her, you couldn’t wait to meet in person. You hung up and looked around, watching everyone else go about their days; rushing to catch flights, leisurely browsing the shops in the airport, then you heard an excited squeal and turned to see a girl running and jumping into the arms of a boy who you assumed was her boyfriend. You just smiled and kept looking around- trying not to think about how badly you wished that was you.

“Y/n?”

You turned at the sound of Eui’s voice and smiled widely when she approached you with open arms. Eui wrapped her arms around you and then pulled away, still smiling, “welcome to Seoul, are you ready to start over?” That had to be the best sentence you ever heard in your life. You smiled back at her and grabbed one of your suitcases while Eui grabbed the other one.

“Definitely.”

And you were; a new place, a new school, a friendly face, and no people from your past. It was time to start over and let things go, because life just got a whole lot easier.

You had no idea that whether you liked it or not, your past would continue to haunt you, no matter how many miles away you ran.

“Let’s go.”

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95 "come cuddle" spaceparents (I know I requested more before... But I'm greedy... I'm sorry.... Hope u have time for it)

It only took me about 87 years, but here you go! What I learned from this is that I’m incapable of writing Spaceparents without angst. So sorry about that. 

Laura’s trail of belongings betrayed the type of day she’d had. On days when her students behaved, abstained from SparkNotes, and wrote like AP English students, everything had a place. Her tote bag hung on the olive green wall next to the door, her heels hid primly under the key table, and her blazer lay over the back of the couch. However, more often than not, only half her students behaved, too many didn’t quite finish their assigned reading, and even more write like accelerated English students. Those days called for toppled heels just inside the door, blazer still on her shoulders, tote bag tossed next to her desk, and Laura hunched over a pile of ungraded papers. On the remaining Bad Days, her blazer hung where the tote bag should be, the bag was stuffed under the key table, and at least one shoe was near the wine cabinet.

Today, Bill tripped over the tote, shoes, and blazer before he’d taken two steps into their condo.

“Laura?”

“In bed.” Laura’s voice barely carried down the hall. As he moseyed toward their bedroom, he noticed the closed door, with no light seeping through the cracks. He refused to give paranoia about the cancer’s resurgence any credence, but his fortitude wavered when he saw Laura.

It took him a moment to find her under the blanket of golden fur that was their dog, Prima. Curled on what remained of her side of the bed, Laura had discarded all her clothes in favor of Bill’s old Air Force hoodie.

She lifted her head so that he could see her face over the massive fluff of golden retriever. “Sorry Prima wasn’t there to greet you. I never understood the concept of emotional support animals before we got him. You’re welcome to come cuddle with us.”

Bill dropped the armload of her belongings onto the bench in front of their bed. “I suppose cuddling will make up for almost killing me with the obstacle course you left at the front door.”

Her laughter permeated the darkness. “I’m sorry about that. Come to bed, and I’ll explain everything.”

Usually, Bill would have made a show of putting his shoes in the closet where they belonged and tossing his clothes in the hamper like an adult, but today, he shucked everything but his dog tags, boxers, and uniform tank to the floor and climbed into bed on the other side of Prima. Either too lazy or too comfortable to move, Prima merely craned his neck to cover half of Bill’s face with his tongue.

Bill’s hands vanished in the fur behind Prima’s ears. “Yeah, yeah, I know. It’s been a lifetime since you last saw me. Good boy.” Propped on one elbow this close to Laura, he could see her puffy eyes and pink cheeks, and suddenly the problem wasn’t as important as finding a solution. “Bad day?”

Laura studied Prima rather than meet Bill’s gaze. “Not particularly. In fact, I had a pretty great day. Karl Agathon turned in his literary analysis, and from what little I read, he’s improved exponentially since we started in September. He’s a smart kid, but you know he always struggled to organize his thoughts coherently. I got a list of potential freshman from Tory over at the intermediate school, and it’s a small group, just the way I like. Principal Adar canceled our meeting today, so I actually got to be productive during my planning period.”

Bill reached over Prima and brushed Laura’s red curls behind her ears. “You don’t sound too happy about those things.”

Two tears stained Laura’s blue, satin pillowcase. “Don’t you hate it when you have a perfectly good day, but all you can focus on is the two minutes that frakked you?”

He thought of all the times he’d seen someone who looked like Zak on the hanger deck, or watched Lee’s son playing with one of Zak’s old toys, or had been walking down the street when he remembered that when he was five, Zak’s favorite color was purple.

“I do.” As much as he wanted to wipe her tears away, she preferred to feel her pain before moving on from it.

“We were discussing symbolism. And don’t ask me why I didn’t pick an example from the text, because I have no frakking idea. The kids we’re bored with the text…just one of those days, I guess, so I…” Laura huffed and rolled onto her back. “When I glanced down at my notes, I saw my bracelet, and the kids had already noticed the look on my face. I told them about the accident, about finding the bracelet in my baby sister’s personal effects. Did I ever tell you it was the only thing in all three bags without any blood on it?”

She had not.

“Of course, to avoid breaking down in front of my entire class, I dissociated, used the experience as an teaching moment. The bracelet remaining untainted by the tragedy was symbolic of three lives full of memories that can stand apart from their deaths, or some such bullshit. And you know, Bill, I was fine until I finished, and the kids didn’t say a word. This…reverent silence took over, and these teenagers respected me enough to absorb this calamity I forced on them.”

“No, Laura. You’ve known those kids since they were freshmen. They love you. You didn’t force anything on them. They’re old enough to understand.”  

Swiping angrily at her tears, Laura sat up in bed, as if she was too restless to stay still but too exhausted to walk. “Old enough to understand my hypocrisy. Thirty years of life and happiness, and I can’t think about them without crying.”

“That’s not true.” Expelling an embarrassing amount of effort, Bill sat up. “I don’t have to tell you that some days are worse than others.”

Her gaze focused on the drawn blackout curtains, Laura snickered. “I’m focusing on the negative today, remember?”

Bill thought that with her hunched shoulders and bedhead, she couldn’t look any more dejected. Then Laura flopped back onto the bed and flung one arm over her eyes.

“I hate feeling like this and knowing all I can do is sleep it off and hope everything is better in the morning. But when I close my eyes…”

The steadiness of her voice indicated the resignation and emptiness that on even the most excruciating days of treatment, she could always suppress. Bill’s intimate knowledge of those feelings did not make them any less unsettling to see in her.

As usual, Prima jerked them out of the moment’s solemnity. Muffled barking sent him leaping off the bed toward the living room, where his view of the “intruder” would be unencumbered. Bill cursed under his breath before rolling closer to Laura, who had propped herself up on her elbows. Her eyes, puffy but dry, reflected her musings, and Bill couldn’t stop looking for a solution, in the face of her acceptance that there was none.

“I’m sorry.”

His apology startled Laura out of her trance. Shifting her weight to one elbow, she stroked Bill’s cheek, and he saw light flicker in the bleakness in her eyes. “Just because you can’t always pull me out of my morbid introspection doesn’t mean you have to apologize.” Bill tried to protest, but she covered his lips with her fingers. “Never doubt that you make it easier to be grateful for every day.”

Then he was back at that night under the stars, only a month after the cancer had vaporized like an unsettling dream. With her wind-blown hair tickling his nose and her arm over his middle, the future was irrelevant in the face of the perfect present.

Maybe we should embrace it—the life that we’ve got while we’ve got it.

The memory of her words whispered in his ear, and he embraced her, needing to feel her breath—real, present life—on his cheek.

[lareinenoir]

Ocean Eyes Loki × Black! Reader Pt 1/4

Inspiration: Ocean Eyes by Billie Elish

Renamed 'My Heaven' to Ocean Eyes

Summary: Your name is Hedda the sister of Heimdal. You trained on Alfheim with the elves leaving your best friend, Loki alone. Then you came back and figured out he was disguised as Odin. You both loved each other, when you were kids. Loki more than you because you had your eyes on Thor. But growing up means leaving childish things behind. Does that include your love for one another?

"It hurts to be in love!" You shout angrily. "It hurts to be in love,Loki Especially with you."

"And you think it's easy for me? I've been in love with you since day one, Hedda! And all you could see was Thor."

Warning: angst, swearing

Word count: 3k

Taglist: @thatweirdwalangpake @schizonephilim

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You had been getting annoyed lately with all of Loki's crap. He had the people build a statue of him after he delivered some speech about how Loki (himself) saved Asgard and how "We should commemorate him."

"Something is missing." Says Odin (Loki) as he stands before the statue with his arms crossed. "Its missing something wouldn't you say so Hedda?" He asks turning to you

Loki had made you his advisor. At first, you didn't want it but it slowly consumed you because you had seen how happy you were becoming.

"Is this really necessary?" You ask with your axe over your shoulder. "The statue is a bit much-"

"Nonsense." He cut you off. "I think it's perfect. A statue for my favorite son." He sighs dramatically putting his hand on your shoulder.

"Whatever." You mumble rolling your eyes, shrugging off his hand. "And you can quit acting like Odin." You say to him "No one is around."

"Gee." He huffed straightening his posture. "You take the gun out of being king of Asgard. Is it because you are jealous, Hedda?" Loki teases

"Jealous?" You question slamming your axe down "What could I possibly be jealous of?"

"Well..." He pretends to think with his signature smirk playing on his pale face. "The fact that I'm king and you aren't."

"I'd be careful what comes out of your mouth next." You say now nose to nose with him. "Becuase I could expose you just like that." You snap your fingers and see his face get hard.

Backing away you straighten your uniform and lick your dry lips as Loki shakes his head. A little chuckle left his throat as he gave you a grin."I forgot how intense you get. All that training on Alfheim and you still are the same old Hedda. They couldn't teach you to smile and laugh on purpose?" He asks as you both stand in the court yard. "To tough for her own good."

"They did teach me something. They taught me how to grow some balls and man up." You spat picking up your axe. "And if you don't like it then-"

"I didn't say I didn't like it." He hushed you making your cheeks hear up because Odin's eyes were now his eyes. Loki's eyes giving you a lavish look.

"I'll be expecting you tonight." You shrug it off and take in a breath. "Under our tree and I'll bring the ale. Don't be late." You scold then walk off.

Loki watched you and you knew it. His eyes burning a hole in the back of your head. He was enjoying what was left of your smell that still lingered in the air.

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The tree was yours and Loki's favorite spot. As children you'd climb it and whenever you and Loki had a fight you'd sit under it and wait for him to apologize.

Some of the time he had no reason to but he always ended up going to the tree with a smile and a flower in his hand. He didn't even have to say the words but the gift of your favorite flower, a daisy, was quite enough.

Nightfall arrived and you ended up being late. You decided to shower and get out of the uniform you wore constantly and put on a dress you wore in Alfheim.

"I thought you were dead." He joked with his head against the tree, reading still in his Odin form.

Rolling your eyes you shrug and sit next to him. "Do you want to burn my eyes? I want to see the real Loki, please and thank you."

You heard him sigh and his outward appearance melted away. Loki turns his head towards you and you see his signature smirk. "Better?" He asks as you pull the cork off the ale.

"Still stupid looking" You mutter raising the jug to your lips.

Loki scoffs and it makes you laugh as he snatches the jug from your lips and takes a sip. Wiping your mouth you take the book he was reading. "Romeo and Juliet?"

Coughing he swallows what was left in his mouth and nods. "A book from Midgard." He tells you. "Romance actually."

"Ah..." You wiggle your brow. "Never took you for a guy who would read something like that."

"Neither did I." He chuckles then gives you a quick over veiw. "You look different. The last time I saw you in a dress was the night before you left. My mother insisted upon a going away party for you. That was the first time you danced with Thor."

"I remember it well." You reminisce brushing back some of your hair as a short breeze flew past you both. "A couple centuries ago. We were children back then."

"You abandon me-us a for a long time." He tells you. It sounded a bit bitter and 'abandon me?' This wasn't what you wanted to talk about.

"Skurge." You start handing him the book back after clearing your throat. "I'm this close to ripping his tounge out of his mouth and shoving it up his ass." You say sucking in your cheeks.

A laugh comes from Loki's throat and you fold your arms. You didn't see what was so funny. "I'm imagining." He tells you

"He's bee running his mouth off about my brother, Heimdall. He says that he betrayed Asgard and Odin. He ran away to escape his sentence." You reply giving him a glance. "My brother is nothing like that. He loves Asgard just as much as the next Asgardian." You lean closer to Loki as your eyes stare at each others. "You wouldn't happen to know anything about these allegations? Would you?"

"Hedda..." He begins averting his eyes. "If the shoe fits-"

Picking up the jug you take a large gulp and stand. "I knew it!" You spat shutting your eyes with your fingers pinching the bridge of your nose. "How could I be so foolish!"

"Hedda," Loki begins as you pace back and forth. "Heimdall he's a-"

"You lied to me, Loki!" You shout "You told me Heimdall was-"

"I said he disappeared, that part was true. I don't know where he is. All I know is that at one moment he was there and when I came back a week later to see of he was still frozen, he was gone. Who was going to guard the bifrost? Not I." He explains making you even more angry

"Oh because pretending to be Odin is so hard. You walk around in your bathrobe all day stuffing your face with food. How could you?" You ask shoving him. "And freeze my brother? All he's ever done is help you, Loki. He's been a friend to both you and Thor. You made Heimdall sound as if he has abandon his home!" Your fists clench tight as your eyes begin to glisten. "All so you can play dress up!"

"Don't you dare throw that in my face!" Loki shouts pointing his finger at you. "I've been keeping Asgard safe! They'd be lost without me! The nine realms would be lost without me!"

"No!" You shake your head scoffing. "They'd be lost without Odin. They follow Odin, remember that Loki. That's why you dress as him because you know if you showed them who you really are, they'd never follow you!" You yell angrily as heat rises to your face. "Remember Loki, I've been Frigga and Odin's ward way before you were even brought to Asgard! I've known you your entire life! You may have everyone else fooled but not me! I see right through you just like Thor and my brother! You're still the very last person on Asgard who'd anyone trust!"

"And you're still the same brat who had to be sent away to another realm becuase it wasn't just your mother who didn't want you but your own brother" Loki yelled back

Both trying to catch your breaths you both sit under the tree. Your hands on either side of your face as Loki covers his with his large hand. You weren't upset and neither was Loki. It was just strange to be arguing. Like the friendship you both had long ago, didn't go anywhere. You argued then just like now.

You both sat in silence passing the jug back and forth between you each taking a swig. The silence spoke for Loki. He didn't know what to say and neither did you. Soaking it all in just to drain it out with alcohol.

As you went to hand him the jug, you handed you a daisy. A little smile spread across your cheeks and you licked you lips. No daisy was going to solve anything, you weren't kids anymore and Loki knew this. Maybe it could represent something else.

"Truce?" You asks

"Yes." Loki nods

Taking the daisy in between your fingers you place it against your nose and inhale the smell of it. To bad you weren't kids anymore, this daisy had a different meaning back then. For you, it meant you and Loki were still best friends. For him, it wasn't just an apology but his way of showing how much he cared for you.

"Horns." You said opening your eyes seeing him give you a confused look. "Earlier you asked what was missing. Your big bendy horns."

"Sounds perfect." Loki chuckled as you smile, his hand resting on top of yours.

To be continued...

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