#or sound super fem. this is just the assumption now.

[doggerell]

I got too androgynous and now I get they/themmed by any queer conscious person in my general generation but the fucking problem is I dont /want/ to be. like I respect what it represents but personally its started to make me feel sick. I swear Im just a girl.

[mysticalsoot]

miscommunications and mistakes

another fic of my self-indulgent boarding school au

A/N; this was fully based off a dream I had like under a week ago and in all honesty- also reader now has a sister in this au and said sister is dating Tom (don't ask questions okay-)

summary; reader harbours strong feelings for Wil but is too afraid to admit them due to the fear he won't see them for who they are. after they make a slip up after an evening out with him, Wilbur hatches a plan with reader's sister.

tw// swearing, use of bunny as a nickname (reader bounces when excited lol), uses of boy regarding the reader, kissing, lowkey a makeout, dude IDK-- it's like fluff central with dashes of angst..and I wrote Wil as gay in this fic- not making assumptions Abt irl wil- this is just fiction and like super super niche

words; 4.2k

pairings; cc!wilbur x transmale!reader (could be read as nb/non fem presenting, just avoid the uses of boy!)

pronouns; none really! but uses of boy, and uses of y/n!

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Normally on weekends, you'd be back in the dorms, stay on campus and revel in what little alone time you had. The peace of silence draped over the halls. Only broken by a few dorm doors slamming from other levels. 

But nothing was normal with Wilbur. He came prancing into the dorm, practically skipping when he dipped his head into your bunk and gave you the cheekiest grin he could.

"Heyyy, bunny-" You lifted your head immediately at the sound, lifting your attention from your book to his face and your annoyance at the interruption immediately fizzled out when you saw him. He took away all of your worries and anxieties when he looked at you, and you so desperately wanted him more than a friend--

"Hello to you too, bee," You smiled softly at him as you pulled up your legs to give him room to sit at the end of your bunk, "What's got you all giddy this fine Saturday afternoon, hm?" You knew you were smiling so wide that anyone who wasn't as oblivious as Wilbur would've clocked immediately. But Wil doesn't notice the romantic feelings that seep into your gracious smile or the way your eyes sparkle at the idea of getting more time around him.

"Sooo…" He trailed off, leaning to rest his cheek on your knees as he spoke, "I asked your dad if I could take you with me and go out for the day. Like around mid-city? Go to a couple of different craft shops maybe...You know, do what kids usually do these days-" He lifts his head and cuts himself off, a playful smirk replacing his grin.

"Wilbur, I adore you, but I don't think you have the best idea of what 'kids do these days'," You chuckle softly as you meet his eyes and they crinkle at the corners as he leans his head back against the wall, shaking his head and chuckling with you.

"Fine- but would you still like to go?" He asks, his voice soft, only meant for you despite how the question was one that wouldn't hurt if it graced another's ears. It was for you nonetheless but he made sure it was said just for you and god-- if you didn't know better, you'd say there was a reason.

He's straight, Y/N. Get a grip. You thought, like you always did. At this point the phrase was a mantra, said mentally anytime he did something that could even just barely come off as more than platonic. It was a reminder to you that he couldn't feel the same unless he didn't see you as you were. And he made sure you knew he saw you as nothing but a boy. Just as you are.

"Yes, I'd love to," Your smile was soft, warm and you set aside your book and pulled off your covers just to snake out of your bunk. If you'd look in his direction, you would've noticed Wilbur's sweet and soft smile and his eyes big and wide. But you didn't, and so you lived in ignorance any time he gazed at you for longer than a few seconds--which was every time.

"Wonderful.." The word was mumbled under his breath as you put on your shoes, tying them and hopping up afterwards to grab your wallet.

You walked over to the door and waved with your hand, giggling, "Well come on then! We have craft stores to venture into!" 

Your words brought a bright smile to his face as he slunk out of your bunk and followed you, the reminder of his towering height now a thought on the tip of your minds.

"Yes, sir!" He giggles as he follows you, and you feel his hand ghost over your waist from behind, as if he was trying to guide you. Your breath hitches in your throat and stays stuck until his hand is moved back to his side and you let out a small breath, not of relief but you can't entirely tell what feeling lies underneath it.

It wasn't long until you were both outside of Hab 1, exiting into the parking lot and you started walking over to the bus stop. Wilbur grabbed you gently by your wrist and smiled. You turned back to face him, tilting your head to the side as you give him a quizzical look.

He lifted his other hand and dangled your dad's car keys in his palm and your eyes went wide, his hand letting go of your wrist.

"Wil- How?!" Your tone was more surprised as you stepped forward, grasping at the keys almost as if to assure yourself they were real.

"Apparently you're not the only one he favors-" He smiles mischievously and giggles as you grab the keys, before handing them back.

"He trusts you to drive his car? With his child as the passenger?" Your jaw might as well be on the ground with how you gape at Wilbur, at the idea your father trusts him this much. He won't even let Grace drive his car, but then again, she is fifteen and just got her permit so in reality, trusting a sixteen almost seventeen year old with a driver's license a year old actually isn't the worst.

"Yep, he does. I didn't even ask, he just offered. I tried to say no but- Your dad can be scary when he's determined. It also seemed like he wanted to get back to talking to Andy and I'd rather take the offer and let him…talk, than be at the receiving end of his annoyance," He giggles softly as he leads you along across the parking lot to your father's car.

"You mean flirting?" You chuckle softly at the mental image of your dad trying to flirt and falling short repeatedly, even though all he has to do is look Andy's way--

"Okay, that is what I mean-" Wilbur smiles as he scoffs, opening the passenger door and letting you step in before walking to the driver's side and getting in his seat.

The car ride is uneventful after that, music playing in the background as you both hum along to it. Wilbur's eyes intently focused on the road in front of him, more cautious than you've ever seen him before. He was so careful with every move he made, clearly he knew how scary your dad could be when his child is hurt. He could care less about his car getting a scratch or a dent, it's replaceable, expensive, but replaceable. You and your two siblings were not and if you asked any person he passed by through life, he thought the world of you three. You guys are his world and have been since the moment he adopted you. Who knew a mid 20s grad student could find such joy in raising three pre teens into adulthood? The three of you are not pre teens by any means now, and the thought in itself was daunting to him but he found great pride in his kids. Sometimes impulsive decisions you make when you're freshly an adult, pay off.

When Wilbur pulled the car gently into a parking spot, putting it in park and putting the emergency break on--just in case--he sighed and rested his head against the headrest, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. You smiled softly and chuckled along with it as you dipped your head to meet his eyes.

"You okay there, Wil?" He shook his head, as he smiled worriedly.

"Uhh, besides the fact I just drove one of my closest friends in his dad's car, ten minutes away from campus, I'm fine-" He took a few deep breaths as he took the keys out of the ignition and stepped out of the car. You started to follow suit, unlocking your side when he shook his head, "Nope, wait for me."

The words made a dusting of pink crawl up your cheeks as you looked down, smiling to yourself. Wilbur practically ran around the car to your side and he opened the door, "Such a gentleman," You giggled as you stepped out of the car, his hand held out for you and you take it. He closes the door behind you and holds onto your hand for a few seconds longer than what is platonically acceptable--

He's straight, stop it. Another thought, another mantra and you take a deep breath, walking with him onto the sidewalk. You smiled over at him as he smiled back, his eyes on you for a split second before refocusing on the concrete of the walkway and you felt his arm ghost around your waist again, hovering ever so slightly. It's there, but it isn't and you two walked into the first shop, a small bookstore combined with a bakery.

Your eyes lit up at the scents that wafted up your nose immediately, assaulting your senses with warm pastries and the smell of old books despite most of the books being sold are brand new. Wilbur noticed your glowing expression and giggled, the two of you finding a spot out of the way to look at the menu. He leaned down closer to you and spoke by your ear, "Get anything you want, okay? I'm paying, so don't even try to pull out your wallet." He smiled as he pulled back, readjusting his attention to the large menu board on the wall, his arm going back to his side.

You knew not to argue, you wouldn't win anyways, and he'd go as far as taking your wallet and hiding it from you if you even dared to pay. So you shrugged and tried to find a pastry that piqued your interest and it wasn't hard to--it was still before noon and while you ate breakfast with your sister in the cafeteria, you still had a hankering for something breakfast-y. 

You told Wilbur your order and he guided you with him to the counter, him taking control of ordering and getting you what you ordered a long with a crossiant for himself. He was smiling politely during the interaction and you watched him the whole time, how he nodded at the cashier, bounced his head a slight bit as his card got rung up. The slight frustration in his eyes when the card wouldn't read the first time--every bit. It wasn't unusual for you to notice all of the small things about him, but to watch him do something like this, somehow felt domestic and just made the happy feelings erupt and flutter in your stomach.

He's straight, why can't you see that? Another thought and you're looking away, trying to hide the small frown that crawls onto your lips.

His arm ghosts again, your lower back now, and then his hand is on your side. You were zoned out, didn't notice the small smile on his lips as he nodded to something the cashier said and then he smiled over at you before guiding you to a table by a window.

He pulls out the chair to the left, smiling and waving for you to take a seat, you do with a soft smile on your lips and he takes his seat across from you. This feels so…nice. But misleading. It almost feels wrong to even imagine the possibility of this being more than a close platonic friendship. Anything more than the obvious.

He breaks the silence with a soft smile, resting his chin on his palm while his other hand rests on the table. You catch his fingers twitching, almost like he was going to reach out to you, but restrained himself, "So after this, craft store?"

"I need yarn anyways, it's dad's birthday soon-" You chuckle softly and Wilbur shakes his head with a smile, scoffing playfully.

"When do you not need yarn?" A small and teasing smirk crawls up on his lips as he folds his arms on the table, leaning forward just a hair.

"When I'm dead," Despite the monotone aura of your delivery, you're smiling widely, a playfulness held in your eyes.

Wilbur laughs softly at you, his eyes crinkling like they always do and his nose scrunching up while he smiles warmly, "Let's hope that isn't soon, alright?" His tone has a genuine warmth to it, like a part of him means what he says and you swear the way he says 'alright?' will be the death of you.

"Well, if I do die soon, Andy is going to have a handful with my father," You scoff slightly, shaking your head at the thought, the conversation topic is dark but your smiles and your playful tone makes it softer.

The moment you finished speaking, your order was called and when you went to stand and get it--Wilbur stopped you by placing his hand on yours for a brief moment, his eyes glancing at yours with a gentle warning in them. So he stood up and walked over, grabbing the two drinks and pastries he ordered for you both, and found his spot back across from you. He rested an arm on the table as he ate his pastry, watching as you eat yours with a happy sway.

"You like it?" Wilbur giggled as he watched you, putting down his pastry so he could rest his chin on his palm, and admire you with a soft smile.

You nodded your head excitedly, smiling wide as you chew. Wilbur smiles as he shakes his head in awe before he finishes his own pastry, you following suit.

The both of you had gotten up afterward, taking your drinks and wandering around the bookshop, picking out books or trinkets for one another. You found a space pen for your dad, Wilbur smiling at your thoughtfulness when you saw it, immediately going on about how much your dad would love it-- how he needed one after Evan stole all of his favorite ones. Wilbur found the moment endearing, seeing you so excited about getting something so small but meaningful for your father. You weren't even there for him, but you managed to think of him anyways.

The rest of your afternoon was spent together, walking around mid-city, going to different shops and making jokes, and sharing glances that should be a tell of mutual feelings but you both were much too oblivious. And afraid.

You feared he was straight or rather, you knew he was straight, whilst Wilbur feared that if you knew he liked you, you'd think he thought that way because he saw you as a girl. Which was not true by any means but he knew you too well, he knew how your mind worked, how those negative thoughts would seep in and infest anything positive.

It was inching closer and closer to dinner time for that evening, and you both promised that you'd be back beforehand, even if it was the weekend, neither of you liked being late for things. Regardless of if lunch times were flexible and merely a suggestion, it still bothered you both to be there past time.

"So, did you enjoy your day?" Wilbur asked softly as he looked down at you, a sweet smile on his lips as he admired you. You didn't notice the glint in his eyes or the way he bit his lip gently when he looked at you. How would you notice?

"I loved it, Wil," Your own smile matched his and as you went to open the passenger side door, Wilbur tsked and immediately opened it for you. You groan at him, in playful annoyance as you roll your eyes, "Seriously, Wilbur?" 

"Yes, seriously. I am a gentleman, am I not?" The boy smiles softly, eyes crinkling and glowing with…appreciation and platonic love--which is what you decided to call it and you hoped it was something more.

“If I argue, I'm not going to get anywhere, am I?” You tilt your head to the side slightly, a teasing and playful smirk on your lips as you fold your arms over your chest. You lean against the side of the car door, chin up to meet his eyes. He looked away for a moment, smiling as a blush crawled onto his cheeks, and when he looked back at you, his lips curled into a coy smile.

“You’ll never win, darling,” He smirked softly as he dipped his head close to yours, not so far as to insinuate anything more than teasing, platonic banter, but enough to toe the line just a hair.

“Okay- Fine.”

You tried to ignore the way your voice cracked at the end, how your blush showed on your face, and how your voice entirely deceived you. Wilbur won't notice, you thought, he’s too oblivious.

He did, but he simply smiled to himself as he shut the passenger side door and walked around the car to the driver’s side. The drive was decently silent, a comment here and there but the drive back to campus was short anyhow so there wasn’t much you could say anyhow. Once he pulled into a parking space, he leaned against the headrest, turning his head to face you, a small smile on his lips.

You smiled back and as you looked at him, he felt too distracting. Everything about him, his stupid fuzzy curls, those puppy eyes--the way his dimples and smile lines showed ever so slightly. How his lips were so pink, curled into such a small and sweet smile--his cheeks softly dusted with pink- You wanted to kiss him right then and there, it was stupid but you weren’t sure how much longer you could let yourself hold back. And it wasn’t like you were the one to make impulsive decisions by any means. You weren't someone to let your feelings overtake your logical thinking but god…he looked too pretty to think about it. So you kissed him. You leaned over the central console and you kissed him, it was just a simple peck but it was enough to spark fireworks in your stomach. It felt like an eternity that you had your lips on his when it was mere moments before you pulled back and reality rushed in. How stupid you felt and now how embarrassed you were.

"God-- Wil, I'm sorry just-- Sorry." You mutter out, turning a deep shade of red and feeling that burning feeling of guilt build in your gut. You reached over and opened the car door just moments later and Wilbur did the same on his side, not saying anything in response. You wished he would just yell at you, it's better than painful silence like this.

He stopped at the gate, stumbling over his words, “Uh, I promised Tech I would hang out with him- like over in the Davidson Center so I- I’ll see you later, yeah?”

You nodded, trying to give a soft smile but ultimately failing and walking the other way.

You are an idiot, or at least that’s the conclusion you’re coming to. It isn’t greatly beneficial but neither is impulsively kissing your probably straight best friend, now is it?

You tried to shrug off every negative and intrusive thought, walking up the stairs to your dorm so you could vent and complain to your sister, and that plan couldn’t be spoiled at this point. A few more steps and you were swinging open the dorm door, sighing from relief when you find Grace entirely alone in the dorm.

“Jesus- knock next time!” She jumped in her place, nearly screaming as she got spooked from reading peacefully in her bunk. Her face was written in a slight scowl but her expression softened the moment you met her eyes, “What’s wrong?”

“I fucked up,” You run your hands down your face as you find a seat on the bench, leaning against the desk.

“How..so?” Grace’s voice was unsure as she climbed down the ladder of her bunk, walking over to you, and sitting next to you.

“I kissed him-”

“Wait really? Finally!” She was beaming with excitement and you shoot a glare at her, her demeanor changes immediately, “How bad?”

“Okay well for starters- after he didn't even say anything until we got to the gate and then he told me he was going to see Tech- and that’s fine honestly it could’ve gone worse but I really think I messed up big time now- I mean, he’s straight for fucksake!” You speak all in one breath, taking a deep breath afterward and leaning your head on your sister's shoulder.

She holds back a laugh as she whispers, “Did he kiss back?”

“Yeah-” She was about to cut you off when you spoke again, “But it doesn’t mean anything. It could’ve just been instinct,” You screw your eyes shut, the guilt building up into your throat, burning your insides.

“You’re not going to listen to what I have to say so I’ll say this; give him time to process and you won’t feel like such shit anymore, okay? Now, I think you should go lay under the Saturn V and decompress, yeah? It’s your spot,” Grace smiles softly as she ushers you up to stand, nearly pushing you out of the dorm.

“Fine- Fine- I get it, Tom is coming over isn't he?” You throw a playful smirk as you chuckle softly at the way your sister is acting. She scowls softly and a slight pink tint crawls up her cheeks.

“No- absolutely n- okay maybe. Now, go!” You roll your eyes playfully as you walk away.

A bit of fresh air wouldn’t hurt.

The thing is, the Davidson Center, which is where the decoy Saturn V sits outside, is on the other side of campus. So while it was mid-October and decently chilly, you still managed to break a sweat and be a bit out of breath. The hilly paths and the heat leftover from the day radiating from the asphalt also did not help. A few minutes passed and you were through the gate and under the large rocket.

You sighed a breath of relief at how cool it was underneath, not a single drop of sunlight as the sun began to set behind the hills and trees. So you found a seat underneath, closing your eyes and letting the wind rake through your hair and fan over your face, silence draping your being in a meditative comfort.

And then it was broken, “Hey, bunny,” Your eyes shot open at the sound of the familiar voice, the nickname processing only afterward, and the voice was quickly identified as Wilbur.

“I thought you had plans with your brother?” You ask softly, moving to stand from your spot on the concrete. You didn’t take any steps forward, but he took them towards you.

“I did, he had a meeting with his crew trainer that got in the way,” He shrugs, smiling soft and sweet as he took a few more steps towards you, the space between both of you, now gone.

You smile back, memories of fear and guilt so far gone that all you feel is that usual hoard of butterflies in your gut. He puts his hands gently on your upper arms, his thumbs rubbing softly as he looks down, shuffling his feet. Part of you wants to freeze at his touch, but you instead melt, letting out a soft and satisfied sigh.

“I need to tell you something,” Wilbur starts, his feet stopping their shuffles as he moves his eyes to meet yours.

“Yeah?” Your voice is soft and small, eyes widened only slightly as you search his face for any inkling of what he may need to say--and you come up with nothing.

“I think…” He trails off as his eyes dart from yours down to your lips and back to your eyes, “I think it would be better if I speak with action,” And so, he drops his hands to your sides, letting himself wear a small smirk on his lips before he leans down and captures you in a deep and passionate kiss. One that if it goes on too long, lips will be left pink and swollen from how much love gets poured into it. Wilbur then moves a hand up to cup your cheek, and then his other on your other cheek, thumbs rubbing the soft skin gently as you reach your arms up and drape them over his neck. You pull him down slightly, opening your mouth just a hair more to somehow deepen the kiss even more than it already is. His body presses on yours as you press yours upwards onto his. Soft sighs and sounds of excitement slip out, swallowed by one another as sweet smiles curl up on both of your lips. It’s only when you’re both desperate for air that he pulls back, running his thumb over your lips, admiring how pink they are. And he smirks, “Oh, I’m gay by the way,” He chuckles softly as you swat at his arm, smiling wide from euphoria.

“No fucking shit, Sherlock!” You both giggle and he drops his head down onto your shoulder, pulling you close into a hug.

“I’m sorry about earlier- I was… kind of shocked and I didn’t know how to react. I just- I hope this makes up for it,” He sighs against your shoulder before turning his face against your neck, rubbing your back as he smiles, “I like you, like, a lot. And in the gay way.”

You giggle in response, “You know, I like you too,”

taglist; @sleepyburs @lillylvjy @ella-fella-bo-bella

[mediocre-writerr]

Hi, congrats are in order, i was hoping to request something for your Mediocre 2k party. May I use the prompt

“call me on your way home, don’t matter the time” - (on your way home, patrick droney)

Could I request it as a fluff wanda x pregnant!reader please where she's coming back from a mission and just needs to hear her wife's voice even tho its super late. And during while she's asking how her and their daughter is doing (first time parents) she asks yn to put the phone to her stomach so wanda could talk to the baby, bonus if their daughter kicks as wanda is talking to her.

Please and thank you, :D

on your way home [wanda maximoff]

wanda maximoff x fem!reader

warnings: slight mention of death and violence

mediocre author's note: hey! thank you so much! and thank you, you've been one of my friends for a long time now, so thank you for always supporting me and all my works. it means a lot. i hope this does your request justice!

*not my gif*

The soft sound of your phone buzzing on your bedside table snapped you out of the author’s words. It was late, almost three in the morning, but tonight was one of those nights where being six months pregnant was the cause of your insomnia. And with Wanda not by your side, it didn’t make dozing off into dreamland any easier. You smiled softly as Wanda’s goofy smile flashed on your phone screen.

“Hey Y/N.” 

She sounded exhausted. Wanda wiped her tears aways quickly, even though you couldn’t see them, you could tell she had been crying, “You okay?”  

She was shipped off to Budapest for about a week now with Steve and Natasha. Day in and day out they fight multiple threats to the planet, even seeing the worst possible things imaginable. Yet, this one shook her to the core. She watched as Hydra agents kidnapped their target’s wife, a woman who had no idea her husband had been selling illegal weapons, who was also pregnant. They were too late to save her. She was shot to death before they had even arrived. The mission wasn’t a total fail, they’d managed to find the husband and put him under SHIELD protection, as they gathered information from him.

Yet, Wanda still felt nauseous, needing some air and some space from Steve and Natasha.  All she thought about was you. Her line of work was dangerous, she knew it, and you knew it too. Despite easing her insecurities, she still couldn’t help but feel like you’d never get to live a normal life with her in your life. You were just a teacher, only to have gotten lucky to meet her and the rest of the team when you were invited to one of Tony Stark’s parties by your best friend Laura Barton. You shouldn’t be getting caught up in all of this. 

She couldn’t stop the tears from falling, nor shake the thought of the woman's lifeless body. Her cruel imagination, replacing her face with yours, as she imagined you and your unborn daughter dead on an abandoned warehouse floor. That’s how her fingers ended up hitting your contact as soon as she stepped onto the quinjet, not even thinking about how late it must be at home.

“No, yeah I’m fine. I just uh I needed to hear your voice,” Wanda whispered, placing her head in her hands. 

You smiled to yourself, shaking your head, “You’re a terrible liar, my love,” Wanda lets out a sad chuckle, sniffling back the rest of her tears. “Rough mission?” 

“Yeah, very rough. Is it okay if we don’t talk about it right now?” She asked. 

The two of you would always talk about her mission when she’d come back home. It was an unspoken promise that the two of you shared together. 

It all started right after the infamous mission in Lagos. The two of you were dating for almost a year at that point. You hadn’t heard from her for days, despite the countless texts and phone calls you shot her. You saw what had happened, of course you did, it was sprayed all over the news, but that didn’t matter to you. All that mattered was that she was okay. You knew she wasn't and your assumptions were only confirmed when Clint called you asking to come to the tower. He said she wasn’t eating or sleeping. She wouldn’t talk to anyone, and apparently, no amount of wise words from Steve or sitcom marathons with Natasha could help her. 

You sped to the tower as fast as you could, Clint leading you as quickly as possible to her room. Bursting the door open, you saw her figure buried deep in blankets and dark circles around her eyes as she stared at the now open door.

“Wanda-“ 

Without saying another word, she shot out of bed and wrapped her arms tightly around you. Her head nuzzled into your neck and within seconds, tears fell onto your neck as she sobbed in your arms. 

“It’s okay now. Everything’s okay,” you tightened your arms around her, soothing her as she cried. 

When her cries turned into soft sniffles, you pulled away from the hug, wiping the stray tears that were falling from her beautiful green eyes. You pressed a kiss to her forehead, “You know you can talk to me about anything, right? You can call me anytime you’re on your way home from a mission. It doesn’t matter the time. Or whenever you’re feeling low, or wanna just say ‘hi’. Tell me about anything, okay? I'm always here, Wands.”

“What if my mind is just a mess? Sometimes I feel like I should just run away and hide from everyone. You don’t deserve this.” She confesses, pulling her head down in shame.

You tilt her chin up, smiling at her softly, “Darling, call me always, especially when your mind is a mess. I always wonder if you’re safe and sound. If you need me, I’ll be around. Just always call me. You’re never alone.” 

From that day forward, she always called you, and you always answered. You knew that if she didn’t talk about what happened, it would eventually kill her from the inside out. She shouldn’t have to hold the weight alone. And you made sure she always knew that. 

“Of course, darling. What did you wanna talk about?” You asked, closing your book, and giving her your full attention. 

Wanda didn’t know. Honestly, she didn’t really care what you talked about. She thought you were goodness in its pure form. The light she never knew she needed. And she wanted some light, some goodness, after what she had just witnessed. 

“How are my favorite girls doing?” She asked, smiling to herself. 

“She’s doing great. However, I think she’s a little troublemaker like you, she never lets me sleep,” you chuckled into the phone, causing her smile to widen. “Seriously, pregnancy insomnia is no joke and having my favorite person here isn’t helping either.” 

“I’m on my way home, detka. I will be with you real soon. I’ll run you a bath and cook you some of your favorite foods,” Wanda promised. 

“Darling! I’m supposed to be taking care of you, especially since you had a rough case and have been gone for over a week,” you explained to her.

She shook her head, even though you couldn’t see her on the other line, “My beautiful beautiful wife, you should know that I will always spoil you no matter what happened throughout the day.” 

“You’re too good to me.”

“No Y/N, you are too good for me. I’m only trying to get you to stay with me,” she joked, causing both of you to laugh. 

A melodic sound filled Wanda’s ears, as the light and goodness overcame the dark. It was what she needed. You were exactly what she needed. You were always exactly what she needed. “Hey detka?” she asks, as you hum in response. “Do you think you could put me on speaker next to your belly?”

A wide smile crossed your face, as you placed the phone on speaker, holding it next to your little baby bump, “You’re on speaker.” 

“Hi baby girl,” Wanda says and you didn’t think your smile could widen larger than it already was. “I need you to let your mama rest, sweet girl. I am the only person who could keep her up all night long, and unlike you it actually pleasures her,” she teases, causing your face to flush.

“Wanda! She’s not even born yet and you’re already making these jokes to her!” You exclaimed through fits of laughter, causing Wanda to break out into her own fit. Steve and Natasha look back at where she was sitting, smiling to themselves softly at her change in mood. 

“I’m just saying, if we were to have a competition, I’d win for sure,” the two of you laugh again, finally dying down when Wanda speaks up again. “But seriously, I think your mama deserves some sleep, don’t you think?”

A soft little fluttery feeling moved around in your stomach. With eyebrows furrow you place a hand on your belly, a soft gasp falls from your lips, as she kicks. “Darling, our sweet girl kicked!” You exclaimed. 

“What?! No way!” 

“Yes she did! For the very first time to your voice, Wands,” a soft smile grazes over the red head’s features. “She is going to be so in love with you.” 

“And I am going to love her endlessly, just like how I love you, detka,” Wanda whispers and you feel the baby kick once again. “Try and get some rest, okay? I love you, both of you.” 

“I love you. Call me when you land?” 

“Always.”

[sushicha]

Let's be better about Shourtney/Shartney

Borrowing this Shourtney/Shartney rant from my IG! I originally made this when the evidence got super clear, and I was scared the ship was about to explode in popularity and people were gonna freak out 😬 that hasn't necessarily happened (yet), but I still want the advice out there:

This is kind of a semi-rant and word of caution about the shipping of Shayne and Courtney. Tumblr and IG are pretty much the only two places to talk about this.

So if you've been following the Shourtney hashtag on IG, or have seen evidence here on Tumblr, it's becoming increasingly clear that Shayne and Courtney are dating. With what's been brought to light, it's fairly certain.

I'm the first to admit that I've shipped these two for a while and that I was always curiously looking for proof. There wasn't much evidence prior to 2021, so that's likely around when they started actually dating. Even as the evidence was really pouring in and some of it was kinda stalkerish, I was still morbidly curious, and I know a lot of you did the same. Guilty as charged, I'm a lonely hoe... 😔

I'll start by saying the evidence is NOT from videos. I know a lot of you have tried to use their gazes and interactions in Smosh videos as "proof" for years, but body language is not evidence. There's a million ways to interpret a "gaze" or how they talk to and interact with each other. Courtney especially has that type of aura about her where she's very comforting and has great chemistry with others, so what people interpret as "flirting" is just her normal friendly behavior (it's very reminiscent of how men will sometimes misinterpret women just being nice to them as "flirting"). And despite the fact that they're likely in a relationship, nothing about how they interact now is tangibly different than previous years. They're professionals, they're actors, and Smosh is very self-aware that Shourtney drives up viewer engagement, so there's no doubt they've played it up at times.

But... regardless of how little evidence there is in videos, there's other stuff out there which makes it safe to say they're dating. Look for it yourself, I'll no longer be sharing that info.

To me, it appears like it's more of an "open secret" at this point, like a "if you know, you know" type thing. Courtney is more comfortable posting pictures in Shayne's clothes, Courtney's vlogging in their apartment now... I feel like they're at least at peace with the fact that SOME of us know, especially because the Shourtney fandom is still pretty underground and not a lot of people have seen the harder evidence.

Some might be asking, then, why don't they just go public and get it over with??? Damaige did, so why not them???

Why WOULD they, is the real question?

Public relationships are so complicated. All semblance of real privacy vanishes. Everyone suddenly has some opinion on your relationship. People still analyze the shit out of your body language. People still attribute the woman or fem-presenting person's success to the man. People become entitled to personal information. If you guys breakup, people make wild assumptions and take sides. It becomes a breeding ground for the worst aspects of parasocial behavior. Public relationships sound like a complete nightmare. Having to ignore all of the problematic comments while constantly looking over your shoulder sounds like a complete nightmare. People wanna live their lives privately and be known for their personal accomplishments and skills, not their relationship. Shayne and Courtney are both talented individuals BY THEMSELVES.

They have both expressed in videos and podcasts that neither want to have public relationships. They almost always go bad.

But the unfortunate reality is that their relationship being "exposed", even if it's at a relatively small scale, has been seemingly against their will. While Courtney said in a recent Q&A what she posts is intentional, that might not be the case for friends who accidentally exposed Shourtney. It must suck to have to be so careful about what you post and with who, especially at large parties and whatnot. So much is out of your control. Like, who the fuck wants to closely analyze reflections in windows and shit? Or have to tell someone you might barely know not to post a picture of you two?

Maybe they'll address it at some point. Maybe they won't. Making the comparison to Damien and Saige was always completely unfair because Damaige going public was their own personal decision. Shayne and Courtney are completely different people and may have a different line of thinking on the matter. That's not to mention, Saige has expressed a few times on her Twitch that she regrets going public with her relationship and it only made weird incels attribute her successes to Damien even more.

So what should the fans do???

Not be fucking assholes and creeps. Not be misogynistic. Call out assholish, creepy, misogynistic behavior. Not make wild speculations, or become entitled to their personal lives. Don't send Shayne or Courtney (or anyone they know) weird DM's about it. That type of thing. Keep it chill, talk among us Shourtney stans if you must, and live your fucking life, man. Find your own relationship 😅

I know most of the Shourtney stans have been pretty respectful, all things considered. A few bad apples, stalkers, etc. But whatever weird shit that happened on that (now shutdown) Shourtney Discord server should stay in digital hell.

Shayne and Courtney are gonna share what they wanna share. I make this post foreseeing that they may eventually feel the need to say something, but if I'm wrong and they say absolutely nothing, so be it. They've both said shipping is okay because it's content and mostly harmless, but clearly there's a line. And if you see someone crossing it, call them out!

That's all 🙏 I probably won't post much Shourtney content from here on out, but I'll be around. Feel free to discuss it or ask me stuff. ☺️

[gimmie-a-sammich]

To Rule Them All | Chapter 14 | A Bit of Reassurance

Pairings: Idol!Ateez/???!Ateez x Fem!Original Characters

Summary: Alexis is about to have the summer of a lifetime traveling the country with some of her best friends following one of her favorite groups, Ateez. Little do they know, there is more to this group than meets the eye. Take a trip into the dark as they navigate a world unseen.

Genre: (18+ Minors DNI) smut, angst, fluff, supernatural vibes 

Chapter Warnings: super fluffy, just some nice conversations between the pairings

Word Count: 6k

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note: lots of POV switches on this one!

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*Yeosang and Wooyoung*

Yeosang and Wooyoung’s playful bickering had ceased by the time they got into Yeosang’s room. Their silly little arguments never lasted for long, nor were they usually something serious. Wooyoung immediately made himself comfortable on Yeosang’s bed, slipping off his shoes and grabbing onto one of the pillows. Yeosang started going through restaurants on his phone, muttering slightly about how he should’ve had Hongjoong order food for them as well.

“Sushi?” Yeosang asked quietly. That had been the only option that remotely sounded good to him, and he knew that Wooyoung would typically go for that.

“As long as you get some onigiri.”

Yeosang smirked. It was too easy. He knew all of Wooyoung’s favorites, letting him quickly place their order. “Alright… 37 minutes. Are we still wanting to go live?”

Wooyoung didn’t sit up or open his eyes, only clutched the pillow against his chest. “Yeah, it would probably be a good idea. We haven’t done that in a while.”

Standing up from his seat in the armchair, Yeosang walked over to his bed. Wooyoung didn’t budge until his best friend ripped the pillow from his hands. He sat up in hurry, opening his eyes to glare at Yeosang.

“Are you going to tell me what your problem is with Christie?” Typically he wasn’t this direct, but the behaviors of the two of them this evening made him feel like he needed to address their conflict. He had a gut feeling that Alexis had the same question judging by the looks they exchanged when she was picking out outfits. Wooyoung and Christie were just relentlessly at one another, going far beyond teasing at this point. 

Snatching the pillow back out of Yeosang’s hands, Wooyoung rolled his eyes. “I don’t have a problem with her. She seems to have a problem with me.” 

This time it was Yeosang who rolled his eyes dramatically. “It looks like it's a mutual thing, Woo. You’re picking at her.” 

“And she picks at me, so are you going to have the same conversation with her?” Wooyoung narrowed his eyes at Yeosang. 

Yeosang sighed. Stubborn as always. He knew he had to tread relatively lightly. There was no part of him that wanted to be between his best friend and the woman he was extremely into. Maybe he would have a conversation with Alexis and how she felt about things. Hopefully his assumption on her feelings was correct, but he didn’t think she wanted her best friend at odds with Wooyoung either. 

“Maybe. But could you at least make an effort for me, AND for Alexis?” 

At the mention of Alexis, Wooyoung’s steely gaze softened considerably and he began playing with the edges of the pillowcase. “Yeah, sure, Yeo.” He had more he wanted to say, but chose not to. Causing an argument over this was unnecessary, especially right now. 

There was a brief silence between them. They’ve never had a conversation like this before, but they’ve also never been in a situation this complex. Something was different with all of their chosen ones, that much was true. Never had any of them been so protective over someone outside their group. 

“Think Sannie is going to be able to behave himself?” Yeosang finally broke the silence. 

Wooyoung relaxed back onto the pillows again, snickering slightly. “Keeping his dick in his pants? Absolutely not. Feeding somehow? He’ll be fine. We both fed last night, and neither of us had an issue when we had Alexis in the backroom in Fort Worth. I’m not going to lie though… it was different. I had a harder time keeping myself under control. We haven’t actually fed in so long. I really don’t know what would happen if we accidentally did.” 

Yeosang was in thought for a moment. It had been decades since they even considered feeding in person. He also wondered what it would be like in the heat of the moment with Christie, especially with how things felt with her. But, only feeding in dreams was a part of their rules for a reason. 

“Yeah. Things are…”

“Different,” Wooyoung finished the sentence for him. “And our dumbasses didn’t think to talk to Alexis about any of this beforehand.” Exasperated, he ran his fingers through his hair. “She asked me about everything today. I felt like an idiot. Warned San that the conversation was coming too just so he’d be prepared.”

Yeosang hadn’t seen him worked up like this in an extremely long time, but couldn’t help laughing at his poor friend. “You guys really didn’t think to discuss anything with her beforehand?” 

Wooyoung smacked him with the pillow, a scowl lingering on his face. “And I’m sure your smartass did?” 

“Absolutely I did. We talked about it before Christie got here, and actually talked about it today more in person.”

Raising his hands to deflect the subsequent hits, Yeosang continued his deep laughter. This only caused Wooyoung to become more frustrated, making each hit of the pillow more forceful. Eventually Wooyoung pinned Yeosang to the bed, straddling his chest so the poor man had no chance of escape. Finally Wooyoung somewhat tired out, slamming the pillow on his face a final time and leaving it before he got off him.

“It helps when you think with your brain, not something else,” Yeosang teased. 

This time, Wooyoung looked legitimately offended. “If you think I’m just in it for that you’re wrong.” He wouldn’t make eye contact with Yeosang, instead stared blankly ahead for a moment. He shook his head as if shaking out the thoughts running through it before grabbing his phone. “Sannie boy just texted me. Asked if we would run to Alexis’s room and grab some things for her. Christie is supposed to be getting everything ready, then we would just need to drop it off in his room. Said to give her a few more minutes though ”

Yeosang checked the order status for their food and put Wooyoung’s reaction to his joke out of his mind. The lack of smart ass response was a little concerning, but anything that involved Alexis had Wooyoung acting differently. Actually though, the timing for everything would line up well. “Honestly that’ll work out perfectly. We can grab whatever, then when you take it to San's room I’ll run and get our food from the front desk.”

Wooyoung stretched across the bed once more, locking his hands behind his head and letting his eyes flutter shut. Per usual, Alexis was running through his mind. Part of him wanted to astral project just to check in on her date with San, but the two had made an agreement prior that their time with Alexis would be just that- their own time. He would never admit to Yeosang how worried he became during his conversation with Alexis. The only person he didn’t downplay it to was San, who instantly became just as anxious. It had taken Wooyoung the entirety of Alexis’s shower to convince him not to come barging in to speak with her.

Yeosang was just as quiet, wondering how Christie’s time with Hongjoong was going. It wasn’t too hard to tell that she was slightly more comfortable with him than their Captain. He was just as worried as Wooyoung, only his concern was about Christie and Hongjoong’s conversation about this dynamic. Not that he planned on saying that to Wooyoung.

The same wonder went through both of their heads though.

Why were they so different? 

“Christie just texted me. She has all of Alexis’s things. Plus, food is like… six minutes out,” Yeosang mumbled.

He stood up first, offering out a hand to pull the grumbling Wooyoung off the bed. Together they walked to the door.

“And Sangie,” Wooyoung said, playfully nudging his shoulder, “I’ll try to be on my best behavior.”

“Promise?” Yeosang stalled with his hand on the door. 

Wooyoung threw his head back laughing. “You should know better than to ask that.”

Once again they bickered down the hallway, jokingly punching and running into each other the entire way to Christie and Alexis’s suite.

*Hj&Christie*

The door closed softly behind San and Alexis, leaving Hongjoong and I to ourselves for the first time. I couldn’t help but giggle at the amount of boxes he was unloading. I thought I kept the giggles under my breath, but was quickly proven wrong when I was met with Hongjoong’s raised eyebrow. 

“Little hungry are we sir?” I teased,  gesturing to all the containers on the table. A smile appeared on his face and his laugh echoed through the room.

“Sorry, I’m used to ordering for everyone. I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I thought getting a variety was best…” he trailed off at the end, a small amount of blush tinting his cheeks. 

“Thank you, I’m sure everything you got is delicious. I didn’t eat much this morning. We only grabbed a couple snacks and coffee at the airport. But surviving on caffeine and chaos is something that we are all quite used to.” I was babbling, and the moment I realized it I snapped my mouth closed. I’m sure Hongjoong didn’t want to sit and listen to my meaningless ramble. 

“Shall we then?” he giggled again, and I nearly melted right on the spot. 

I could only manage a nod, not trusting anything that could potentially come out my mouth. With only a smile, I handed over the plates and chopsticks, helping Hongjoong pop open what seemed like an endless amount of containers. He really did get a variety of food, but there was no way we would be able to eat all of it. 

Honestly speaking, dinner was a quiet affair, only filled with scattered comments about the food and requests to pass a specific container. The awkwardness of us being alone steadily began to creep in. 

“So, Yeosang and I had a bit more of a discussion earlier about everything. I wanted to check in and just see if we all were still on the same page with what’s happening. We’ve talked about it, but talking is one thing and watching me kiss Yeosang is another thing.  What I’m trying to get at is I don’t want problems or jealousy to become an issue. Honestly, I would head straight home if something-” I stammered out, but was cut off by Hongjoong placing his hand on mine. The action took me by surprise, but it was short lived. Quickly he pulled it back to rest on his own leg, tugging at the fabric of his jeans. 

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. When they reopened, they were locked onto mine.

“I’m good. We discussed everything first before we even brought it up to you. I suggested dinner tonight so we could talk in person in case you had any concerns. And, I wanted time just to ourselves to get to know you better. I was more shocked tonight by Yeosang letting you kiss him that long, not that you kissed him in front of me. I’m happy you two are getting along so well. Was I a little jealous that it wasn’t me? Yeah… but I can wait. Good things take time, and I’m not one to rush. Well, I don’t want to rush you,or this,I mean.” As he spoke, his voice progressively became softer, just like the way he was looking at me. Now his eyes were searching for my reaction. 

I gave him my best smile. I really wasn’t expecting him to respond in this way and had to blink away stray tears that formed. He and I had gotten off to a rocky start, but with every conversation my hesitation with him shrunk. Leaning towards him, I placed my hands on those toned thighs and placed a kiss in the exact spot I did with Yeosang. 

“How’s that for a start?” I teased. 

“Well I’m certainly not going to complain at all. But…” I don’t know what wave of confidence came over him. His hands reached for either side of my face, holding me in place so he could bring his perfect lips to mine. 

It took me a second to gather myself from the shock. This kiss was nothing like San and Alexis’s first. It was soft and sweet like the moment we were in. Hongjoong made no move to deepen it, just kept those plush lips against mine before our smiles interrupted it, a slew of giggles escaping both of us.

“Now that was a little unexpected,” I whispered. His face was still dangerously close to mine. His eyes were a much warmer brown than I thought they were. I could easily lose myself in them. 

With a quick peck he pulled away, running a hand through his oreo hair with a giant smile on his face. “I couldn’t help it… I’m sorry. But not really.” For a moment I caught a glimpse of that stage persona glinting in his eyes. “I do have a question for you. Many questions, actually.”

“Ask away…” I shrugged, still feeling a little blissed out from our somehow perfect first kiss. 

“When you put that necklace on Alexis she had this look on her face. I don’t think anyone but me noticed… is it important to you or her?” His gaze was extremely thoughtful. How he noticed something so small was beyond me, but it also didn’t surprise me much. 

“One of the most important pieces I own actually. Since it’s important to me, it’s also important to her. It was my Papa’s evil eye that I inherited a few years ago. I have Alexis wear it whenever I think she needs extra protection… she's just as much a part of my family as I am hers. Same goes with Nikki and Thea.” 

“You and your Papa must have been very close,” Hongjoong said softly, reaching for my hand and giving it a small squeeze. He turned it slowly, rubbing his fingers over the lettering along my one wrist. “And you have tattoos… how many?”

“Ahh… nine currently, with more planned. You’re right about me being close with my Papa- that tattoo is his and my Mama’s signatures. I wanted to always have a piece of them with me.” 

He reached for my other hand. Instantly his fingers traced delicately over the dainty sun and moon tattoo. “And this one?”

I turned my wrist so he could have a clearer look, trying to ignore the goosebumps brought out by his touches and the way he was studying the artwork. “Alexis and I both have this one, only her sun is colored in instead of the moon.”

“Why a sun and moon?” His reply was as soft as the brushes along my skin.  

“That’s an easy one. She’s the sun to my moon, two halves of a whole. There’s a running joke that we are soul mates and…” my answer was cut short by my phone going off. I tapped the screen, seeing that it was San who texted me. Picking it up, I read the message quickly. “Please excuse me for one moment. I’ve just been given a very important mission. Once completed I’m all yours.” 

After sending off a quick reply, I went straight into Alexis’s room. We had somewhat put it back together after the choosing outfit fiasco, but her clothes were still piled messily in her suitcase. I grabbed some of the stack to sift through on the bed. San really was thinking of everything when it came to my dear Sunshine, and asking me to get some things for her only solidified how much I liked him for her. I settled on one of her cutest pajama sets and my personal favorite, the matching green short and crop combo. San would HAVE to appreciate her in them. I also grabbed some comfy clothes for tomorrow so she wouldn’t have to parade around in her pajamas. Once I grabbed all the clothes she needed I placed the remainder back into her suitcase and did my best to rezip it. Her and I would tackle reorganizing it tomorrow. 

Movement caught my eye once I was in her bathroom. Looking in the mirror, I saw that Hongjoong had made himself comfortable, leaning against the doorframe. He was watching me intently. 

“And I thought I moved quietly,” I half laughed. I made quick work of grabbing what products I thought Alexis would need for this evening and the morning. With those secured I snuck past Hongjoong, not missing the way he watched my body as I slid by. 

“You two are really close aren't you?” Not once did he take his eyes off me, even when the only thing I was doing was loading up Alexis’s things into a small bag. 

“Celestially bonded. We clicked instantly the day we met. Nikki, Thea, and Alexis are my family. Together we’ve been through hell and back, and I couldn’t picture my life without them,” I responded without any hesitation.

He nodded with a smile, looking deep in thought for a moment. There was a brief silence between us. I was dying to fill it, but Hongjoong beat me to it.

“You feel the same way about them as I do about my members.”

“You mean loving them more than anything? Absolutely,” I said as I made my way back into the central room. I shot off a text to Yeosang to let him know that I had everything ready to go. San had been clear in his text to give everything to him and Wooyoung.

When I turned back around I found Hongjoong still standing in the doorway. With the amount of content I’d watched I assumed I knew all of his expressions, but the one he was giving me was unlike any I’d seen before. After a bit of thought, though, I realized I had seen it before. It was the same fondness he looked at his members with. My cheeks flushed, hopefully not dark enough that he could see. I settled myself back on the couch and once my face cooled I patted the seat next to me, encouraging Hongjoong to come back. 

He obliged, walking towards me with a cheesy smile. The moment he sat down my phone went off once again. This time it was Yeosang. 

“We have a few minutes before Yeo and his feral gremlin reappear,” I said, only half joking.  

“Feral gremlin? Is that what you’ve been calling Wooyoung? It’s certainly fitting.” His laugh was infectious. The man was even holding his sides, nearly doubled over from how hard this fit was. And damn, did he look gorgeous. 

Just as I opened my mouth to speak, a knock sounded at the door. Hongjoong made his best effort to quell his laughter, but was failing miserably. Still giggling, he made his way to the door, swinging it wide open.

“Hey guys.”

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*Thea, Yunho, & Jongho*

I’d spent most of the day with Jongho since Yunho went to help with whatever at the venue. Jongho was the sweetest while keeping me company. Alexis and Christie forewarned me about Nikki’s mood earlier, so I already had it planned out to avoid the smoking dragon as much as I could. None of us could figure out what had her acting like this, but we collectively decided that it wasn’t cause for too much concern yet. 

Regardless, when I got into the suite, which was amazing I might add, I only said a brief hello to her. She and Mingi were both awkwardly silent at first, which threw me off completely. Nikki seemed stressed, for lack of better words. It didn’t surprise me in the slightest when they both left shortly after I arrived. I didn’t take it personally. We would all be having a lot of togetherness over the next couple of months anyway. I only briefly stopped in to see Alexis and Christie, and I didn’t even see Alexis. Christie and Yeosang were unpacking, and Alexis was already in the shower getting ready for her date. I’d pester her for all details about that tomorrow. 

Once I finished unpacking, Jongho and I took over the living room area to watch a movie. I didn’t assume that Nikki would be back to the room anytime soon, but even if she did she would go back to her room right away. 

By the time Yunho knocked on the door with dinner, Jongho and I were on our second movie and tangled together quite comfortably. Of course he finally made a move and we had been sneaking kisses frequently during each one. It was him who sighed at the knock while I reluctantly detangled myself from his arms to open the door.

“Hey there, princess,” Yunho said the instant the door opened. Per usual, his smile was huge, those big puppy dog eyes sparkling down at me. Once he stepped inside he took my face into one of those giant hands of his, dipping down to place the sweetest kiss atop my forehead. Damn did I love this nine inch height difference. 

“Took you long enough,” I teased. “Here we were thinking you’d forgotten alllllllllllll about us.” 

“That would never be an option,” he retorted, smirking while his eyes glimmered more. 

“I don’t know about you two, but I’m starving,” Jongho grumbled. He paused the movie and sat back up on the couch. He already cleaned off the coffee table and moved my blanket to the edge of the couch for more room. 

With a laugh, Yunho placed the bags of takeout on the table. We had collectively decided on poke bowls earlier in the day, and since Yunho was out and about with Hongjoong and Seonghwa he volunteered to order. I’m sure it was one of the staff members who actually went and picked it up, not that it mattered. 

I sat down between the two of them, letting Yunho divvy out the bowls and chopsticks. Of course, I crisscrossed my legs, tucking them underneath me. It was my absolute favorite way to sit. The three of us were stuffing our faces, all the while chit chatting and giggling. Conversation with them both was very easy. Sometimes it was a little alarming just how easy everything really was, but I put that little thought out of my head like usual. I was one for living in the moment, not one for overthinking. I left that to Alexis and Christie. 

“Now, for a bit more of a serious conversation…” Yunho said suddenly between bites. “I know we’ve both talked to you about being here and everything, but… do you have any concerns? Any questions?”

I couldn’t help but laugh, covering my mouth so bits of rice and salmon didn’t fling out. Jongho raised an eyebrow at me while Yunho looked at me somewhat confused.

“I’m sorry,” I said quickly, waving my hands in front of me. “That came off rude. I’m entirely, wholeheartedly, and completely okay with all of this.” 

This time Jongho laughed. “Well that was easy. You really don’t have any questions though?” His hand slid onto my thigh, eyes filled with the teeniest bit of concern and worry.

Setting down my chopsticks and bowl, I grabbed both of their hands. I could tell this took them by surprise, but they each gripped back tightly. Yunho’s completely enveloped my much smaller hand, his thumb tracing over my knuckles softly. Jongho kept his fingers tightly laced between my own. 

“Right now, no. You’ve both been very clear on what’s going on here. If there’s no problem with both of you seeing me, I have no problem with seeing both of you. Simple as that,” I said calmly, but with a sense of firmness I hope they both noticed. “There are much weirder things that could be going on than this. But, if I ever do have questions or concerns, I promise I’ll bring them up to you right away. Deal?” 

Both were beaming at me. Jongho’s smile was of course large and gummy, my absolute favorite, Yunho’s bright and white. The relief that washed over them was evident and I could see them both become more comfortable with my acceptance in person. 

Yunho took this moment to lean over and kiss my temple. “You really are something, Thea.”

“I would like to add one thing. With this sort of arrangement I don’t want there to be jealousy, so-”

“Won’t be a problem, darling,” Jongho said hurriedly, cutting me off before I had a chance to finish my statement. He tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear and placed his own kiss quickly before continuing. “We know what we are getting into, just as much as you do. Major instances of jealousy won’t come up, we can both promise you that.” 

I glanced over at Yunho, who was nodding in agreement. “Jongho’s right. Was I a little jealous that Jongho got to spend all day with you while I sat at the venue listening to Hongjoong and Seonghwa bicker about everything? Absolutely. Am I jealous over what you two might have done in that time? Absolutely not.” 

I searched his eyes for any spark of a lie or a shred of insincerity, only to find nothing but genuineness. It didn’t appear that either were telling me what I wanted to hear, but only time would tell if that really was the case. Regardless, being with both of them was a once in a lifetime possibility. Who was I to question them when they were the ones who set this entire thing up. 

“Then I think we’re all in agreement then,” I said, squeezing both of their hands with a huge smile. “But the same goes for you both- if there are questions or concerns on your end just ask. Okay? I’d rather everything be out in the open in a relationship.”

Jongho snickered. “A relationship, huh?” 

I rolled my eyes, unlacing my hand from his and pushing him softly. “You know what I mean, baby bear.” 

“I do have a question,” Yunho pipped up. “Well, two actually.” 

I raised my eyebrow up at him. “Do ask.”

“Do you have plans tomorrow? Because I would enjoy nothing more than spoiling you all day.” 

I’m sure my grin was huge. “My day is all yours, Jeong Yunho. And the second question?”

“Are you ever going to tell us who the other idol was?” 

“WHAT IS THE POINT OF A NONDISCLOSURE AGREEMENT IF I TELL YOU!?” I threw myself on top of him, playfully smacking him. He had been relentlessly asking me since Hongjoong let it slip after we signed his contracts. “You should be happy that I’m able to keep a secret like this, since you know, you guys ALSO made me sign an NDA.”

 Jongho continued cackling beside us, Yunho laughing just as hard. He was doing nothing to stop my advances until he grabbed onto my hips and pulled me onto his lap. 

“She has a point, Yu,” Jongo agreed through his laughter.

Yunho nuzzled into my cheek before kissing it tenderly. “You’re right, princess. But tomorrow. It’s a date.”

****

*Nikki, Mingi, & Seonghwa*

It wasn’t like I enjoyed being this grumpy with everyone. I HATED having to lie and it was slowly starting to eat at me. Christie and Alexis definitely knew there was something up, but neither had brought it up with me just yet. They were usually good about letting me work shit out like this on my own, but if they did bring it up I don’t know how I would be able to weasel around it. Somehow I would have to figure out how to get out of my own head before I let this whole thing implode on all of us. 

When Mingi came over he thankfully understood what was going on. I had been pretty honest with both him and Seonghwa surprisingly. I wasn’t one to share my feelings like this usually, but they were the only two I could talk to at this point. 

We spent most of the time just laying on my bed listening to music. He didn’t push me much in terms of physical affection, happily accepting any that I offered. Even if all that affection was me leaning on his shoulder with his arm wrapped around me and sneaking kisses every once and awhile. Silence with him was already comfortable, even though the brain was anything but quiet. 

Thea must have been warned of my mood since she only yelled hello when she came into our suite. Jongho came in not ten minutes after her. She was so excited when he got there, and I instantly felt even more guilty that she had no idea what he was. I jumped up ready to go the moment Mingi suggested that we go to his room, nor did I fight him when he held my hand the entire walk. 

Once again we sat in comfortable silence, only this time he snuggled against me the instant I laid down on his bed. We laid there together, lazily kissing every so often while he played with my fingers in his giant ass hands. He knew better than to ask me too many questions about my thoughts, which I very much appreciated considering my mind was racing. 

“Hey, Seonghwa is on his way back… he’s grabbing something for us to eat and he’s going to come straight here,” Mingi said after he checked his phone. His arms returned to me right after he shot off the text. “Maybe he’ll be able to get you out of your head.”

I rolled my eyes. “Don’t get started on all this soft shit, I know it’s only been a couple of weeks but you should know better than that.” My voice didn’t give away how I really felt. 

Mingi pulled me closer, chuckling softly. “I’m not getting started on anything. But you are in your head.” I chose not to answer, making Mingi sigh before he kissed my forehead. 

Seonghwa showed up about fifteen minutes later with a paper bag of takeout. I wasn’t sure what he had gotten, but whatever it was smelled absolutely delicious. Mingi stood up first, making his way to the small table immediately once Seonghwa placed the food on it. I lingered on the bed, but did get the will to sit up, placing my hands on either side of me on the mattress. 

“I’m glad you’re finally here, Nikki,” Seonghwa said, gliding over to me on the bed. His hand went straight to my cheek when he leaned down, the hold on it just as soft as his lips on mine. “How are you?” 

“Absolutely peachy,” I said, making no effort to hide my sarcasm. The corners of Seonghwa’s mouth twitched upwards, eyes staring at me fondly despite my sass. 

Mingi’s head shot up from the take out boxes, smirking slightly. “I don’t know if you can tell, Hwa, but someone’s in a mood.” 

The two exchanged a look. Mingi was definitely trying to make light of the situation, but neither were doing a great job of hiding their lingering concern. Since they told me what they were both had been checking in on me frequently about it. I just felt so freaking guilty. But I also felt worried. 

“Does it have something to do with being here?” Seonghwa asked quietly. He offered his hands out to me, pulling me off the bed once I took them. 

“We are not having therapy hour,” I muttered. Seonghwa stepped backwards, pulling me along with him. A faint smile never left his face. Why he was smiling at me was beside me, but his face was too damn pretty for me to care. 

Mingi pulled a chair out for me once Seonghwa and I were close. “Not therapy hour, just making sure you’re okay, flower,” he said. Somehow his voice dropped an octave. 

When our conversations were contained to video calls and texts it was much easier to fend them off. Now with Mingi’s boba eyes and Seonghwa’s damn dragon eyes staring at me it was a hell of a lot harder. 

“WellI can’t say I’m too thrilled about having one of my best friends being on a date with a literal sex demon and having no idea about it,” I stated flatly, crossing my arms. They wanted to know what was going on in my head so badly, they might as well hear it. “And the fact I have to constantly lie to all three of them. They know something is up with me, and I guarantee it won’t be long until they ask about it. Wanna take a bet on who it’ll be first?”

Seonghwa sighed. “I know it’s not… ideal. As much as I wish it was different, it can’t be. I’m sorry I don’t have a better answer for you. You know San would never do anything to hurt Alexis. None of us would do anything toward any of you. We’re the same guys, Nikki. All Mingi and I want to do right now is try and help, but you have to let us know how.”

Gods I hated conversations like this. I hated the expectant looks on their stupid handsome faces. I hated how in this moment I had to be somewhat vulnerable with them before I lost my damn mind. 

“Yeah, but who’s to say he isn’t going to feed accidentally? That he isn’t going to lose control?” The questions slipped out before my brain had time to process. Damn me and speaking before I thought things all the way through. But I was worried about the Sunshine. 

Mingi shook his head soundly. “San won’t lose control.” 

“And how do you know that?” I shot back quickly.

One of Seonghwa’s hands went straight for my chin, turning my head and forcing me to look him dead in the eyes. “Because we know San.” Just like his stare, his words were firm. “Everyone is only feeding in dreams. I know we keep saying things are different with all of you, because they very much are, but we are all doing our best to stick to that rule, no matter how hard.” 

“I just got a little excited with you,” Mingi nudged me. My lips cracked with a smile at the attempt to lighten my mood. Suddenly his mood shifted, becoming a little more somber. He ran his fingers through his hair before continuing. “The idea of feeding in your dreams now is weird to me since you know what we are.”

“You mean old as shit, cursed pirates?” Both he and Seonghwa laughed at my joke, but the other half of Mingi’s statement was sticking out to me. The idea of him and Hwa coming into my dreams and feeding really seemed like an intrusion now. I would know what was going, or so I would assume. “But… what if you didn’t have to feed in my dreams?”

Seonghwa’s face turned bright red. “Are you- are you implying what I think you are?” 

“I mean, yeah. The thought of you guys coming into my dreams now seems weird since I know what’s going on. I already have to be worried about you guys just lurking about all invisible and shit, so it would be nice to know that at least my dreams were safe.” I shrugged. 

“We already promised we wouldn’t project out to check on you… that was only when we were learning about you guys,” Mingi affirmed.

“Can we take a step back? You were just worried about San accidentally feeding on Alexis, and now you’re saying you want us to feed on you in real life?” Seonghwa interjected, still a little flushed. 

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

Mingi and Seonghwa exchanged a look I don’t quite know how to describe. A smug smirk made its way onto Mingi’s face. Seonghwa even cracked one. Slowly, both turned to face me with hungry eyes, both flashing red for a split second.

“Then we need to lay out some new rules, my flower.”

note: soon what exactly Ateez are will be revealed...

[malleux]

PART THREE PART THREE PART THREE

spell [3]. | corpse husband

part one ; part two

-> Pairing: Corpse Husband x Fem!Reader

-> Genre: Fluff

-> Warnings: Anxiety, Self Doubt, Cursing, Hate Comments

-> A/N: here’s the long awaited part three! it’s definitely longer than the last chapters, but genuinely thank you all for 300 followers in literally 4 days lol. also, i wrote this under the small assumption that corpse’s main love language is physical touch!

corpse husband taglist is closed!

You didn’t realize that it was possible to shake so much. You were practically panicking- just from standing in front of an apartment door, ready to knock and meet the man who changed your life.

You’d woken up this morning bright and early. The Facetime call was still on with Corpse and small snores could be heard from his line. You had prayed that he’d gotten at least more than an hour, but doubted it as you hung up and sent a message about when you’d be leaving.

Corpse soon messaged back saying that he was awake as you finally finished packing- you’d stopped last night when he called- so you got in your car and drove the two hours it took to get to San Diego.

So now you stood in front of his apartment, practically trembling. Why you were so anxious, you didn’t know. You’d been talking to him for how long now? And it was never awkward.

But things could easily change when you met him in real life, couldn’t they?

You shook those thoughts out of your head and mustered up enough courage to knock on Corpse’s door, already becoming out of breath from such a simple gesture.

A crash sounded from in the apartment, followed by a small ‘fuck’ that made your heart flip. Soon after, the door opened and you looked up, finally coming eye to eye with him. You couldn’t help the grin that stretched across your face, mirroring his own as he smiled at you as well.

“Hi.” You internally smacked yourself for not saying more, but that’s truly all that could come out of your mouth at the moment.

“Hey. You’re uh- you’re so much prettier in real life.” Corpse responded, looking nearly everywhere but you.

You flushed. “And you’re super attractive, but I already suspected that.”

You could tell he was taken aback by your compliment because he suddenly became even more shy, silently moving out of the doorway and gesturing for you to enter.

“I’m going to film again with everyone in a few minutes, but first I can show you my bedroom so you can make yourself comfortable.” Corpse said after he closed the door. “You can sleep in there and I’ll stay on the couch-“

“Absolutely not.” You interjected, “I’m not kicking you out of your bed.”

“But you’re the guest and I’m not about to let you sleep on my couch.”

“And you’re the owner of this apartment and I’m not going to take over your space like that. I’m sleeping on the couch.”

Corpse groaned and reached his arm out towards you. You thought he was going to just shove your shoulder away for being stubborn, but instead he wrapped his arm completely around your shoulders, pulling you into his side as a hug. You grinned and turned, giving him a full hug and resting your cheek against his chest as his chin laid on your head.

“I’m for real glad you came to visit.” He murmured into your hair, squeezing you a bit tighter before letting go. “Do you wanna stream with me tonight or just chill and watch?”

꧁꧂

“Corpse is streaming Among Us again with Sean, Felix, Rae, Sykkuno, Dave, and Leslie!”

“Where’s Y/N? I miss #CorpseY/N !!”

Twitter was truly your go-to platform when you were bored. You’d been scrolling on it for about thirty minutes now, laying on a small couch that Corpse had in his gaming room.

The man himself was sitting across the room at his desk, talking loudly as he defended himself from being accused as Imposter.

You continued to scroll, feeling a little anxious that somehow Corpse just magically knew that you were looking through your ship tag with him. These were your only worried thoughts until you went past your first… unsavory comment of the day.

“Y/N isn’t playing with them again today. Maybe she finally got the hint that they don’t want her around.”

You rolled your eyes and ignored it, but couldn’t help the rather loud sigh that escaped your lips.

“Hey, guys, I’m going to mute the mic for a second. Everything’s good, don’t worry.” Corpse said into his mic before turning around and facing you. ��Is everything okay?”

Turning the phone off and laying it on your chest, you contemplated telling Corpse the truth. He’d just worry about you and you didn’t want that. But he already was worried about you- he’d muted Among Us just to check on you.

“Why are people so mean to others?”

Corpse studied you for a minute before patting his lap. “Come here.”

You quirked an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

“You're excused. Now come here.”

You stood up and cautiously walked towards the man, who sat before you expectantly. He playfully rolled his eyes and grabbed your wrist, pulling you into his lap sideways. Your back rested against one arm of his gaming chair while your legs draped across the other.

Corpse had one arm reaching around your back, placing his fingers on the keyboard while the other rested on top of your knees, grabbing the computer mouse. You laid your head on Corpse’s shoulder, resting in the crook of his neck.

“It’s in that shipping hashtag, isn’t it? I swear- whoever says that shit about you is dead wrong. Tell me if it gets worse, I’ll put them back in their fucking place. Nobody gets to decide who I’m with or who’s worthy of me.”

You only nodded and closed your eyes, breathing in Corpse’s cologne as he unmuted his mic once more to defend his honor, much like he was ready to defend you.

꧁꧂

Your body ached.

As you had argued your first day with Corpse, you’d been sleeping on his couch for four days now. The first night was okay- his couch was rather comfortable, but it didn’t compare to a bed. Now, your back, shoulders, and neck were killing you.

Every day, 7am would roll around and you would wake up, the soreness preventing you from sleeping in longer.

Usually, you would go into Corpse’s room and talk to him as he messed around on his laptop while sitting in his bed, but today when you entered, he was finally sleeping. It was the first time you’d seen him rest since you’d arrived and you quietly left, not wanting to disturb his much-needed sleep.

You made your way to his small kitchen, pulling out the few groceries that he had in his refrigerator to make breakfast.

Corpse often ate fast foods and takeout, and apologized earlier in the week for not having much to eat. You reassured him that it was okay- that him just letting you visit was enough- and now, you were determined to make it up to him with the best breakfast in bed ever.

You were halfway through making breakfast when the soft thump of feet echoed in the doorway before a chin planted itself on your shoulder.

“Whatcha cookin?” You practically shuddered at Corpse’s morning voice before suddenly gasping and shoving him out of the kitchen.

“No! No!” You pushed him back to his room, “Stay! Go back to bed, now!”

Right as you turned to go back to the kitchen, Corpse caught your wrist and pulled you down onto the bed with him. You practically squealed as you fell, making him laugh.

“Why? What’s going on?” He turned to face you with a teasing smile.

“I was making you breakfast in bed! I was gonna surprise you when you woke up, but you ruined it.” You pouted.

“Aw, poor baby.” His hand reached up and brushed a stray hair out of your face before he traced down your jawline, reaching your chin and using his finger to tilt it up. “I think I’ve got a better surprise, though.”

You quirked an eyebrow, but before you could say anything his lips were on yours. Your heart stopped, but you almost immediately melted into his kiss, bringing your own hand up to cup his cheek while his moved to rest on your waist.

Corpse soon propped himself up on his elbow, never once leaving your lips- just deepening the kiss. He smiled and gave you a few more pecks before finally pulling away and looking at you in adoration.

“Those little hate comments? They’re wrong. If anything, I don’t deserve you. You’ve still got me under a little spell and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Corpse, you deserve the world and I’d be honored to be the one to give it to you.”

“God, you’re perfect for me.”

You couldn’t say anything else. You could only lay beneath him, admiring the man who was now yours. Corpse leaned down again to capture you in another kiss, but you suddenly jerked away before you could lose yourself again.

“Shit, the pancakes!”

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[delu-jean]

𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐎𝐫 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲?

(Hawks x fem!/reader) -> Mostly Fluff -> 1.4k 

Synopsis: You and Hawks decide to go out for a date. He’s running a little late, and you’re alone for a bit. You end up meeting a close friend of yours, and Hawks isn’t very pleased.

Notes: Might be a little angsty/sad after hearing about his insecurities? Other than that, I would say this os is kind of fluffy. Hope you like it ^^

It was the day you were looking forward to (since the beginning of the week at least). The day where you and Keigo would finally go out. It’s been at least two months since you last talked to him. He was busy with his job, and you, with university. It saddened you that you both were separated by your choice in career. Him a hero, and you, an accountant. It may have sounded boring compared to his extravagant job, but it was one you found enjoyable. 

Keigo texted you a couple days in advance, saying that he wanted to take you out. Of course you had agreed, and here you were, now at the mall waiting for him to arrive. You both planned to go shopping for a bit, and then watch a movie. Maybe go on a short stroll and part ways after. You made sure to fix up your appearance for once, knowing you might not be able to see him for sometime after. Plus, you wanted to make sure that you could make the best of things with the time given. 

You waited for about ten minutes. Not thinking much about it, you decided to play on your phone, scroll through your socials, and do whatever you could to distract yourself. It worked for a while...until you found yourself looking at your phone for the next hour. You happened to scroll onto a post talking about Keigo at an interview. 

‘I thought he said he was free today…’ you sighed and put your phone away. 

You then got up from your seat. Though he doesn’t stand you up as often as he meets you, it still sucked knowing that you both barely met. This was the first time in two months, would you have to wait another three?...four even? You decided not to think too much about it, after all, you understood and respected Keigo’s schedule. 

‘I guess I’ll get going now-’ 

“L/n?” you looked up to see a very familiar face. 

“Watarou? What are you doing here?” 

“I’m just strolling around haha. I just got back from America, and decided to do a little bit of shopping. You?” 

“Oh...I’m...or rather, I was waiting for my boyfriend. He’s a little late though...so I think I’m going to get going.” 

Watarou took note of your disappointment, and based on what he knew (about you), he thought about what would cheer you up. 

“Hey...if you don’t mind, we should go and get some crepes. My treat.” 

“Really!?”

“Really, like old times.” 

---

Hawks arrived about an hour later. He felt super guilty that he wasn’t able to see you at the time he promised, but duty called when it needed to. He also knew you understood his schedule and was grateful for that. He was very, very thankful for it. Reason being, one thing that Hawks had always been insecure about, was his lifestyle in general. 

He was constantly doing something, whether that be hero work, interviews, promotions, and so much more. That being the case, whenever he tried making relationships work, they’d always end with “why are you so busy?”, “can’t you try to make some time for me?” He tried doing his best, but things would always end because of that. But when he met you, things had changed. 

Although he was a little reluctant, and it took a while to convince him, he ultimately knew you were someone who did respect his time. So because of that, he made sure to make your sessions special, to show the appreciation he had for you. Because of this, he always made sure to be on time. Rushing out of his work so he could sprint to you. So when he was late, he’d feel horrible for making you wait, secretly having thoughts about traumatic past experiences. 

“Where is she?” 

He tried calling only to realize your phone had died, it immediately sent him to voicemail. He was getting anxious at this point, maybe you went home? But then, you would’ve had a charger?...maybe it broke? He then looked around catching a glimpse of your hair...and what seemed to be like...another person. 

He started to stride towards you. Just who exactly were you with? He then gazed as the two of you ate crepes together. You seemed to be enjoying your time with him while you both conversed. Hawks on the other hand, was not. Though he was fine with you having friends...your interaction seemed to be a little “too friendly.” He continued to watch from behind, and saw as he then slid something over. 

“What’s this?”

“It’s a bracelet...do you like it?”

“It looks gorgeous!” you looked in awe as the gentlemen smiled. 

“I’m glad you do. I’ve been trying to get the right gift for a while now.” 

“Who wouldn’t like it? I can tell you put a lot of effort into it,” he then put his hand on the box as you continued eating your crepes. 

Hawks had seen enough. To see someone give you that type of attention, whether he was a friend or not, didn’t sit right with him. Not only that, but it really hurt seeing someone else was treating you better than him (in his eyes at least). Regardless of who he was, Keigo was your boyfriend, and that being the case, should’ve been trying harder. 

He then approached the both of you, and gave a cold stare to Watarou. Watarou seemed a little uneasy with the exchange, while you were thrilled to see Hawks. You got up and wrapped your arms around his torso, hugging him tightly as his hands stood at his side. 

“Keigo! You’re here!’ 

“Were you having fun?...” he said, agitated as you then realized what was going on. 

“Oh Keigo...I never knew you’d get jealous over something like this.” 

“What!? What do you mean!?”

“Watarou, this is Keigo. Keigo, Watarou.” 

“Nice to meet you man,” Watarou said as he gave his hand. 

“Yeah...same here…” Hawks said while feeling uncertain. 

“Watarou was just helping me kill time, it’s been a while since we last got together, so we took advantage of it while you finished your duties.”

‘So they’ve known each other for a while.’ 

“Yeah...I hope you don’t mind. I took her for crepes and we talked for a bit.” 

“What about the bracelet?” Keigo would ask bluntly as he then said: 

“Oh, I was asking for Y/n’s opinion. I’m gifting it to my sister, and since they have similar taste, I wanted her input on things. I’m glad they’re good.” 

“Ahh...I see.” 

“Well, I’m going to head out. I’ll see you both sometime, I have about two weeks left? So see you then!” 

“Bye Watarou!” you waved as he exited the mall. 

Keigo then realised as to why he was so irritated. It wasn’t that you had done wrong, no, he trusted that you were loyal. It was that his insecurities got the best of him, which threw him off. He was upset that such feelings got him acting so petty, especially towards someone who had done nothing wrong. Knowing this, he knew what he needed to do. He sighed to then look you in the eye. You still a little confused, he then apologized, saying: 

“Dove...I’m sorry…” 

“Sorry for what?”  

“It’s just that...I was so caught up in my insecurities...that I assumed you were doing wrong…”

“Oh…” you weren’t going to lie, you were a little disappointed. Why would he even think that, after all your time together?...but then, you also understood his past and whatnot. Still, it bothered you to say the least. 

“I’m sorry for that...along with not showing up on time. I tried my best to come, but I guess, Watarou beat me to it haha. Not in a bad way of course, I’m just grateful you had some company while I was on my way.” 

“I guess so, but Keigo.” 

“Hm?” 

“You know, you won’t ever have to worry about that kind of thing. Even though I'm a little hurt by your assumption, I get why and will let it slide for this time,” he smiled and then grabbed your hand. 

“Mhm, love you,” he pecked your cheek as your hands intertwined. 

“Silly, I’d only fall for your chicken-like charms.” 

“Aww, why not my Hawkish charms? Sharp, daring, handsome?” he winked as you shook your head. 

“Because a chicken is vulnerable, soft, cute, and gives me loads of egg,” you then stared at his wallet as he rolled his eyes (playfully). 

“Okay okay fine, let’s go catch that movie,” he sighed as you laughed. 

“Sounds good to me!” 

[captain-yeet]

The Worst Timing (Felix x Fem!Reader)

Summary: Keeping things to yourself is hard when your father reads minds. How do you successfully keep the secret that you're in a relationship with your family's sworn enemy?

Word count: 1.9k 

Warnings: NSFW; local man goes down under + edging, swearing, second-hand embarrassment

Author’s Note: Spicy times getting interrupted, I’m a sucker for that. Might make this a two-parter if people like it 🥺👉👈

Privacy in the Cullen household wasn’t always a given, especially with having a mind reader for a father.

Being the adopted member of Edward and Bella Cullen's strange family, you grew up knowing off the bat that your new family were vampires - gifted vampires at that - from very early on. Now that you were a legal adult and out of school, your parents and family were worried about a certain Italian governing force of vampires paying them a visit in regards to your mortality.

They didn't know however, even with your aunt's foresight, that they already knew that you were of the age to be turned. Aro had left that up to fate's hands.

Well, fate's hands being his trusted executioner, who's hands were very much occupied right now with gripping onto whatever part of you he could as the two of you kissed each other with the passion of a thousand burning suns.

"What-what if someone walks in on us?" You half asked half whined into your boyfriend's mouth.

Felix simply laughed, quietly, moving his lips from yours to your cheek. "I have very good hearing, sweetheart, if anyone's approaching the house I'll know."

Luck smiled upon you when you were born. While you didn't share the same blood of Bella, you happened to have a gift that was very similar to hers - the gift of being able to block specific thoughts and memories from someone's mind. You found out while talking with your adopted sister Renesmee one day, she tried to show you something you'd rather not know about with her gift, and your mind and body shied away from it. So much so, her projected memories couldn't get into your head.

Which led you to the helpful discovery that not only could you block Renesmee from from projecting thoughts into your mind at-will, but you could do the same with your dear old dad about your very secret Volturi boyfriend.

You'd been very sneaky, both you and Felix, at working around your family's multiple gifts to stay hidden. Today, your parents and sister were out, leaving you to your own devices. Originally you planned on sneaking Felix into your room but the two of you only made it as far as the living room.

Felix took your chin in his hand and made you look him in the eye; his own were almost pitch black from how dilated his pupils were, the ring of blood red that you'd grown so accustomed to barely visible. "Now relax, mi amore. I've got you."

His words made you feel secure.

With one arm hooked around your waist and the free one reaching down to work on what you assumed was the buckle of his belt, he turned the two of you around, leading you forward towards him. Kissing you again, you heard his pants hit the floor as Felix fell back towards onto the couch behind him, bringing you down on top of him.

You adjusted yourself so you were straddling him, your thighs on either side of his hips. Shifting your weight a little to each side, a jolt of arousal struck you as he grabbed hold of your hips and thrusted upward, his own arousal plainly obvious.

 “These,” Felix growled, reaching up for your shirt, “need to go. Now.”

 “Take them off yourself.”

To drive your sassy retort home further, you grinded against him, keeping eye contact. It gave you pleasure to watch him lose his focus, his eyes rolling to the back of his head mouth half open.

If anything, the fact that you, you, could drive a vampire wild was only turning you on further, your ego growing bigger by the second.

You didn’t have long to enjoy your smug pride at giving Felix pleasure however as you felt one of his hands move to your leg and the other staying firmly at your hip; then in the blink of an eye, you were on your back and the sound of cloth being torn caught your attention.

 You pouted up at Felix, who tossed the remnants of your now ripped shirt to the side. “I liked that shirt, y’kno- hey!”

Ignoring you, Felix easily tore off everything you were wearing waist down with terrifying ease. Throwing more torn material aside, his eyes travelled up and down your exposed body with growing lust... and a smugness of his own.

Not letting up on the fact he just ripped your clothes, you tried to glare up at him. “I liked those too.”

Felix chuckled darkly. “I’ll buy you new ones.”

 “Even that exact shirt?” you pressed, raising your eyebrows. This man brought out a bratty side to you that you didn’t know existed, and deep down you both secretly liked it.

Felix, even though he'd ever admit it, loved how bratty you got sometimes.

He rolled his eyes, moving off the couch to pull you to the other end of it. “I have money, now relax my dear Y/N.”

Cocky bastard, you thought to yourself.

Completely at his mercy, your boyfriend - or rather, your mate - admired you with nothing but pure adoration in his eyes. "You have no clue just how absolutely breathtaking you are to me," he said softly, slowly getting on his knees. Felix kept eye contact with you, which felt a little intimidating but also it aroused you.

Before you could open your mouth to respond you gasped as a pair of cold lips brushed against your inner thigh, placing loving kisses trailing up further and further, closer to where you needed it most.

"Felix," you whimpered, wiggling to try and get any friction where you needed it.

"I know, baby," he assured you, "let me make you feel good."

And finally, you felt his tongue make contact with your sensitive core. The moan that left your lips was as sinful as it was needy, leaving you a whimpering mess on the couch.

Felix was an attentive lover, making good use of his mouth and fingers to bring you closer to climax. You could do nothing more than buck against his tongue as he fucked you with it.

"Felix I'm - I'm gonna -"

To your dismay, he pulled out as you began to pull him in closer. His mouth covered in your own wetness, he flashed a grin at you as he rose from his crouched position. "Not yet. I want you to come when I want you to."

You sighed impatiently, feeling like you needed to cry in frustration. So, you bit your lip, trying to contain yourself.

Taking pause, Felix was suddenly at your side, scooping you up into his arms and carrying you. "If you need me to slow down, I can," he offered, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “If I’m being too much...”

"You're fine," you assured him with a weak smile, "I'm just... I am, well..." you broke eye contact and stared blankly at his chest as you mumbled the next few words to leave your mouth. "I just really need to come."

He deftly opened the door to your room, chuckling at your words. "You will, I'll make sure of it, cara mia."

"You sound so sure of that," you teased as Felix lay you back onto a bed - your bed. He'd carried you into your room.

"Tease," he growled.

"And you're an incubus."

That made him snort. Felix closed his eyes, shaking his head briefly. "Only for you."

Stepping back, Felix rid himself of the shirt and boxers he wore.

Now, looking at him, you assumed he'd be big. 6'7 and built like a heavyweight champion, physically he was intimidating. Bigger than average. And boy were you correct in that assumption.

Felix wasted no time in lining himself up with your cunt; being completely soaked from what he did to you on the couch, it made it a little easier for you to take him.

Pants and moans filled the room, neither of you holding back with the sounds you were making. For you this was bliss; you couldn't imagine anything better than Felix, nothing would ever compare.

It didn't take long for you to build your climax up again. Felix could tell by how much more ragged your breathing had become.

"That's it sweetheart," he praised you, feeling his own release build up as he watched you come undone beneath him, "come for me. I want you to come for me, baby."

His words coaxed your impending orgasm along, and you wordless cried out, grabbing his shoulders and digging your nails in as you rode it out.

The sensation of your nails digging into his back brought along his own orgasm, a feral snarl ripping through his throat. You heard something snap just behind your head as Felix's thrusts slowed down.

The two of you stayed like that for a moment, the only sound in the room being your erratic heartbeat and breathing.

The post-sex bliss was that; blissful. Being in his arms, you felt like you were home.

Until the bliss was brought to an end.

"Y/N?" An urgent voice called out from somewhere in the house.

Your dad.

So much for Felix’s super hearing.

Locking eyes with Felix with nothing other than the shared expression of "oh shit," he deftly rolled off you, his boxers back on in a flash as you darted up from your bed to lock your bedroom door.

"Y/N Cullen answer me!" Edward's sharp voice boomed from the hallway, coming closer.

"You smell that scent too right, dude?" A second voice called out.

Uncle Emmett.

You looked back to Felix, who now at least had some of his clothes on. He gave you an apologetic look, throwing you the nearest article of clothing near him; a long shirt dress.

You quickly padded over to him and he cupped your face, stroking your cheek reassuringly with his thumb as your door began to rattle. "Go," you whispered, pointing toward your bedroom window.

"You better put that on," he replied, eyeing the door warily.

You fumbled with the dress, shoving your arms through it and quickly pulling it down over you.

Luckily for your chastity, the moment you were decent, your door came barreling down, hitting the floor with a loud thud as your father and uncle burst into your room. Their eyes widened when they saw who you were with.

"Oh shit," Emmett shouted, eyes wide looking between you and Felix.

"You motherfucker," Edward snarled in a deadly quiet tone of voice, his eyes locked solely on Felix.

You turned back to Felix, who was as tense as a spring. "Go, now!"

"I love you Y/N," he said urgently, his gaze flickering to the window.

"I know," you replied hastily. You had to buy him time, a window to escape out your actual window. You vaguely acknowledged the sound of your uncle shouting "What!?" at Felix's words.

So, you grabbed a nearby chair and launched it at the two of them.

Edward caught the chair easily, tossing it gently to the side to turn the full intensity of his glare onto you. "You, young lady, have some explaining to do. What was that... that monster doing in our home?"

You turned around, and saw the window wide open, Felix nowhere to be seen. You hoped he'd run far enough to where he could avoid your family's wrath.

Despite the clear trouble you were in, you couldn't help but giggle at the tonight of him running half dressed through the woods.

[greetings-and-salutations]

“You Have No Idea.”

Luke Castellan x Reader

Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 2

(Gif not mine)

Requested? No

Summary: After running into something that she didn’t wanna see in her cabin, (Y/n) opts to spend the rest of the night with her best friend, Luke.

Warnings: Starred out swear words, a complete and utter lack of sticking to the plot of the source material, Percy kinda sucking as a person, sexual innuendos I guess?

Pairing: Luke Castellan x Fem! Reader (Percy’s Sister)

(Sorry if you’re not short, but it’s not super important to the plot anyway so you can just glance right over it XD)

(Y/n) - your name

(Y/n/n) - your nickname

(Y/n) opened the door to her cabin slowly, hoping not to wake her brother Percy, who she assumed had gone to bed early that night, as he was not at the campfire. Boy, had she gotten that assumption wrong. Percy had apparently spent that evening in their shared cabin "hanging out" with his girlfriend Annabeth. (Y/n) shuddered. That was something that was going to be trapped in her brain for a while.

She snuck past the two and grabbed her clothes, heading to the bathroom to change, also slightly hoping that Annabeth would be gone by the time she got out, but luck was not on her side that day.

She cringed and crept towards the door. She'd find somewhere else to spend the night if she had to. She so was not listening to that any longer.

It was just before curfew when (Y/n) left her cabin, a few stragglers still heading to their own. She subconsciously tugged at the bottom of her shorts that she usually wore to bed. She hadn't planned on leaving the cabin again and hadn't even considered the inappropriate length to be an issue. Not to mention to crisp night air that she was fairly positive was trying to turn her into a popsicle. She shuddered and tried to figure out where to go.

She could go visit Piper, but that would mean going into the Aphrodite cabin. (Y/n) didn't know if she had the mental capacity to handle that at the moment.

She thought about visiting Hazel and Nico, but she knew how curious Hazel was and she didn't really feel like reliving what she had seen.

Her eyes fell on the bright yellow light coming from the Hermes cabin. She could go talk to Luke. He wouldn't question her if she asked him not to. And, since he was head counselor, he got his own room, so she could hide in there if she asked, at least until Annabeth left.

(Y/n) decided that hanging with Luke for a few hours was probably her best option, so she skirted through the grass, her bare feet scratching against the green, making her way to the door. She knocked twice before the door was wrenched open by Connor Stoll.

"Hello, (Y/n)..." He said, wiggling his eyebrows at her. She rolled her eyes.

"Cool it, Stoll. I'm here to see Luke." She said, crossing her arms over her chest as she saw the boy's eyes peeking down her v-neck t-shirt. He probably could see everything he wanted too just by looking down, seeing as how she was only five foot three. The short jokes were never ending.

"Stoll!" She snapped her fingers in front of his face, knocking him out of whatever weird fantasy he'd been in. He shook his head a couple of times before looking back down at her.

"Oh, right. Luke..." He poked his head back through the doorway. "Luke! There's a cute girl here to see you!" (Y/n)'s cheeks turned pink. When it was just Connor flirting with her, her annoyance was clear, but if he was calling her cute to Luke...

She was knocked out of her thoughts as Luke Castellan stood in the doorway, Connor now nowhere to be found.

"(Y/n/n)?" he asked in confusion. The conch sounded in the background and (Y/n) knew that the Harpies would be out soon.

"Can I come in?" her eyes were pleading and Luke nodded quickly, pulling her through the doorway and shutting it behind them.

+ + +

"Now, what's going on?" (Y/n) sat cross legged on Luke's bed as he stood by the wall, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Percy is being gross and I'd rather not have to deal with it." He seemed confused for a moment before his eyes widened.

"You mean... He was...?" Luke couldn't even finish his sentence.

"Having sex with Annabeth in our cabin? Yup." Luke shook his head.

"You're brother's an a*s." He said. (Y/n) sighed.

"That sounds about right." She grumbled. Luke sat next to her and put his hand on her shoulder. (Y/n)'s cheeks reddened. She hoped he didn't notice as he continued speaking.

"I'm sorry you have to deal with him, (Y/n/n)." She just shrugged.

"He's my brother. There's not much I can do about it." Luke squeezed her shoulder, comfortingly.

"You wanna go tell Chiron or Mr. D? I'm sure either of them would be happy to deal with him." (Y/n) shook her head.

"I wouldn't wanna throw him under the bus like that. It's fine. I just really don't wanna think about it." She shuddered. "Any chance I can hang out here for a few hours? Just until Annabeth leaves?" She asked hopefully. Luke smiled and nodded.

"Of course you can. We've always got room for my favorite girl." (Y/n)’s blush deepened as he stood. “I gotta go call lights out. But I’ll be back.” She nodded and he started for the door before pausing to turn back to her once more. “And just in case the Stolls come bugging you again, there’s a hoodie on my chair you can borrow if you’d like.” (Y/n)’s insides practically melted at the sweet gesture. Luke was always doing that. Acting super nice and overly sweet whenever she was around. It wasn’t necessarily flirty, but it was enough to keep her obsessive crush on him going strong.

+ + +

True to his word, Luke returned only moments later, though this time he returned to the small girl wrapped up in his sweatshirt and laying on her stomach in his bed whilst reading some comic book she’d pulled from the messy pile of things on the floor. He leaned back on his door, admiring the view for a moment before making his presence known and plopping down beside her.

“Making yourself at home?” He asked receiving a playful eye roll in response.

“I got bored. It was either this or go flirt with one of the Stolls.” Luke’s face contorted at her words. The smile had dropped and his jaw was clenched in anger. (Y/n)’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“You okay?” She asked, poking his cheek playfully. He didn’t grin cheekily at her like he usually would.

“Stay away from the Stolls, (Y/n). They’re nothing but trouble. I don’t want you getting hurt.” (Y/n)’s cheeks flushed but she hid her face in the comic book.

“You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were jealous.” She commented, her heart pounding in her chest at the thought. She peaked up at him only to see his eyes already trained on her.

“I’m serious.” He said, not breaking eye contact. (Y/n)’s confidence grew slightly, at least enough for her next statement to come out without her voice wavering.

“So am I.” She whispered, their faces were extremely close, the air around them suddenly warmer from the hot breath of the other.

“They don’t deserve you.” Luke managed to get out, though his insides were screaming at him to lean just a little closer. He was unaware that (Y/n) suffered from the same inner turmoil. She seemed to have better self control then the blonde, though, in this moment because, as his eyes flicked to her lips, hers returned to the comic page in front of her, not processing any of the words as she tried to steady her breathing.

“As my best friend you have to say that.” She commented, reminding herself that’s that’s all they were. Luke would never see her any differently. She felt the bed dip a little and assumed Luke was making himself comfortable for the night. She was proven correct as she finally tossed the comic off the bed and turned to face him only to find that he was laying casually across the pillows, his shirt now tossed carelessly on the floor. It took everything in (Y/n) not to stare longingly at his toned abs.

“Just because I’m your best friend doesn’t make it any less true.” He whispered. (Y/n)’s blush returned like a wildfire burning across her features.

“Thanks, Luke.” She whispered back, eyes trained on the ground as she didn’t think she’d be able to handle looking at his shirtless body again. So close, yet so far away...

“Come ‘ere.” (Y/n) looked up at the sudden command, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as Luke looked at her expectantly.

“What?” She asked, wondering if she’d heard him right. Luke rolled his eyes before patting the bed beside him.

“I gotta get up early, which means I gotta get some sleep.” He sat up enough to be encroaching her personal space once again. “That means you gotta get some sleep.” He booped her nose at that before moving back to get himself comfortable again.

It took (Y/n) a moment to regain her bearings after that subtle show of affection, but when she had, she did as he asked and plopped herself down next to him.

“You’re annoying, you know that?” She asked as he tugged her closer to his bare chest, a dark blush coating her cheeks that she hoped he wouldn’t notice as the lamp on the bedside table went out.

“You love me.” He mumbled, sleep obviously overtaking him. If he’d stayed awake just a few moments longer, he’d have heard (Y/n)’s response.

“You have no idea...”

Part 2 COMING SOON

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[miekasa]

fluff alphabet: eren jaeger

↯ pairing: eren jaeger x (fem) reader

↯ genres and warnings: modern au, more fluff but that’s what you come here for at this point

↯ word count: 3.5k… again… i’m sorry…?

↯ notes: i don’t know why all of these are so long, but here you go again

Activities — What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Honestly, anything. I’ve said before that I think the love language he gives/expresses the most is quality time. That being said, almost anything you want to do, Eren is down to do with you.

In fact, you don’t even have to do anything. Eren just likes being in your presence. He could spend several days inside your apartment doing nothing but talking to you.

He does get a little antsy sometimes, so he would plan fun dates to get you both out of the house; but again, if you wanted to plan something instead of him, he wouldn’t be opposed.

Takes you to places like amusement parks and fairs, bars/new restaurants, swimming, basically anything he can find. His guilty pleasure is karaoke, and insists that the both of you get drunk and sing your little hearts out to pop songs until 1am. 

Beauty — What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Eren thinks you’re pretty. All the time, and he makes it a point to tell you at least twice a day; often times, more.

If you have small/specific beauty marks or scars or anything on your skin, Eren is infatuated with them. Whenever you’re cuddling he’ll seek them out/trace them/kiss them.

Everytime he finds a new one he gasps like a child and is like “Babe! Did you know you have a little freckle here, look!”

If you have a passion for something, or are just general a pretty organized student, Eren would admire that about you. He somewhat looks up to you in those respects, too.

Comfort — How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack, etc.?

To him, the best method is to give you something to do—so, in a sense, provide a distraction for you.

He’ll try and teach you about his favorite video games and have you play with him. Even if you’re bad or you say you don’t want to, he’ll insist, and use teaching you as a method to get your mind off of whatever’s bothering you.

He’s not always the most perceptive, but he can tell when you’re sadder than usual, or obviously, when you’re upset.

He also gives good hugs. If all else fails and he feels like he can’t help you in any other tangible way, he’ll just hug you for as long as he can.

Dreams — How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Honestly, how ever you picture things, is how ever Eren is going to picture them, too. Mostly, he just wants to have fun with you, and wants to continue making you happy for as long as he can.

His biggest goal is that one day he wants to feel truly worthy of all the affection you give him; he wants to be good enough to be someone you choose to stay with.

Equal — Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Eren kind of falls for/into those “traditional” relationship roles; and while part of it is definitely an “I’m the man, so I want to do this” mindset, most of it is kind of “Well, why wouldn’t I?”

A lot of Eren’s affection and actions come from a place that seem simple and almost instinctual to him; and he doesn’t even realize how profound his thoughts and actions can be.

For example, he’ll help you carry things or drive you around or open doors for you. All things that seem chivalrous and might be expected of a “man,” but to Eren they’re just things to do, if that makes sense?

He doesn’t do it because he thinks you’re not capable, nor to be particularly chivalrous. In his head, he’s thinking “I care about them, so obviously, I’m going to help them out.”

Fight — Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Disagreements may happen because Eren is very vocal about his opinions on things. That doesn’t mean that he’s not open to change, but you might find out you don’t agree to many things because he’ll voice his opinion on them.

Whenever you do argue, he makes the argument a lot worse in his mind than what’s actually going on. He tends to jump the gun a lot and make assumptions that you wouldn’t have gotten to yourself.

He might simmer and wallow in it for a little bit afterwards (especially if he thinks he was right), but after some time he would either see the light himself, have it knocked into him by Armin, or just not want to keep fighting with you. Even if he was right, he doesn’t want to waste time being mad about something that could be easily talked about.

Gratitude — How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Eren gets very easily flustered when he understands how much thought you put into things about/for him. Especially gifts—because he couldn’t fathom the idea of someone getting something tailored to him.

So, he’s very grateful. He almost thinks he’s undeserving of you and your affections to a certain point. Especially in moments when he’s hyperaware of just how much he means to you.

Honesty — Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

He might have personal secrets and insecurities he doesn’t voice often because they can be hard to reckon with himself; but nothing scandalous that he’s keeping hidden.

He’s kind of an oversharer to be honest lolol. He doesn’t keep the things he’s doing/has done to himself, and is more than willing to tell you about his day, or his plans, or just anything.

If it’s something serious, he might sit on it for a while before coming clean to you, but he would eventually. He would just need the time to figure it out for himself first.

Inspiration — Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Being in a  long-term relationship has taught Eren so much about how other people see him and his self-worth.

He either didn’t think much of himself as a whole person before; or thought his life and plans were kind of… dispensable to a certain extent. He didn’t necessarily feel like he needed to want anything bigger than himself, or for anyone but himself; but now he knows that that’s a path to fulfillment; and he knows he wants you.

It’s also taught him the importance of expressing himself in words. He was always good at it with actions, and he’s still not the best with his words, but he’s getting there. And it’s now a conscious effort on his part.

Jealousy — Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

He can get jealous easily, but he doesn’t do anything about it a lot of the time. He knows that most of his feelings of jealous are surface level and petty, and he shouldn’t make an argument out of it.

When he gets jealous like that though—of someone maybe coming on to you at a party or a restaurant—the most he does is, like, obnoxiously clear his throat or roll his eyes, or just glare at the offending person. His glare is pretty effective honestly; most of the time it keeps people from approaching in the first place, and they say preventive measures are the best cure.

When you’re both home, he’s extra affectionate, and pouty about how he thinks everyone should just back off because he’s your boyfriend and the best boyfriend for you.

He actually gets a little upset if you don’t get a little bit jealous when people are obviously flirting with him. He would kind of like it if you had a light possessive instinct over him… it might turn him on a bit, too.

Kiss — Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

He is very enthusiastic, and never turns down an opportunity to kiss you. Over time his kisses become more refined; that is more tailored to kissing you and not just kissing someone in general. Practice makes perfect, after all.

He was probably nervous as fuck during the first kiss, but played it off (or at least tried to). Likely very sweet and cautious; a series of small kisses that build up to something a little fuller.

Love Confession — How would they confess to their s/o?

He has a moment of realization. Like, a pretty big one; he either got there himself, or one of his friends said something like “Eren, don’t you… like them?”

When he has that moment, he either sits on it for a very, very, very long time; or just blurts it out at you because he can’t keep it in any more.

If you’re friends before hand, he would consider the possibilities of a relationship with you, but he already knows he likes being around you; and he would probably love being in a relationship with you because of that.

Marriage — Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

It can go either way with him. He could love the idea of marriage—because it’s like hanging out with your very best friend every single day. You get to live together, everybody knows you’re together, and you just get to spend the rest of your lives together. That sounds like a pretty sweet deal to him.

Or he could think it’s kind of a meh idea. He knows he loves you and he knows you love him, he doesn’t see why he would need to host what’s basically an expensive party and ceremony to show all of your close friends that. They should already know. But if you want to get married and have a fancy wedding, who is Eren to deny you that.

He seems like the type to fuck up his proposal a bunch of times and then eventually snap like “Fuck this—I love you, and I want to love you for the rest of my life, please marry me.”

Nicknames — What do they call their s/o?

He calls you “babe” more often than anything else.

When he’s drunk or just wanted to distract/annoy you, he’ll call you something super dramatic and sweet like “my little sugarplum” just to get a reaction out of you.

He has a slight possessive streak, so he also likes to call you his girl.

On Cloud Nine — What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

He expresses his feelings mostly through spending time with you, but also by being your personal hype man. Eren is willing to support you and all of your ambitions, and might cheer a little too loudly for you on the sidelines, but at least you know he cares.

It’s quite obvious that Eren is in love, maybe not necessarily because he has heart eyes; but because he has this focus on improving himself. It would also be obvious in the way he talks about you to his friends and family. He might not even realize how often he slips your name into conversation, or adds tidbits about you when someone says something that reminds him of you.

He talks to his mom about you a lot, and she always has to hold back her little All-Knowing Mom Smirk because her baby is in love and she’s so happy for him. 

PDA — Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss when others are watching?

It’s a complicated dynamic with Eren. He wants everyone to know he has a hot girlfriend, but also doesn’t want people talking about his relationship lmaooo. He’s both reserved and not-shy about it at the same time.

He’s not all that big on PDA, and would never kiss you in front of his friends because he knows he can be easily embarrassed (not embarrassed to be with you, but shy to do those kinds of things in front of his friends and get teased for it). Besides, he wouldn’t want any of his friends making out with their s/o in front of him.

He’ll hold your hand a lot though—but, again, to him, it’s not a conscious act of romance; he’s holding your hand because he wants to and he doesn’t realize that he wants to because he’s craving affection. He’s a little slow on the uptake with his own feelings; but he’s a lot quicker with actions.

He does kind of like it when you kiss him on the cheek, though. And if it’s been a long night of you and his friends hanging out together, he doesn’t mind if you get a little touchy with him when you’re sleepy.

Quirk — Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

He’s really good at guessing when public transportation is going to come LMAOO. Like, yes, there’s a schedule for it, but he’s scary good at predicting how late/early it’s going to be which minimizes wait times. Eren doesn’t wait for the bus, the bus comes to Eren.

He’s also a pretty good photographer and has an eye for angles, so he’s good at taking pictures for you and of you when you’re out on dates. He’s also good at photographing food, and even though he thinks it’s pointless he’ll still do it for you.

Romance — How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

He’s a balance of cliché and creative—it depends on the occasion.

For things like Valentine’s Day or anniversaries, he’ll probably go the classic, cliché route of getting you flowers and stuffed animals if you’re into that kind of thing.

But when it comes to birthdays, he can get very creative and thinks about your gift for a long time. Again, in his head it’s not romance, it’s just him doing what he thinks is right, but it turns out to be pretty damn romantic.

Support — Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Of course he believes in you! You helped him believe in himself, so obviously he’s going to want to help you do the same thing and support you while he’s at it.

This is one area where Eren never gets jealous—he always wants you to achieve your goals, and never compares your progress to him. He just wants you to be happy and will do what he can to help.

He gets a little frustrated if he can’t help you at all, but understands that maybe just moral and emotional support might be enough in those situations.

Thrill — Do they need to try out new things to spice up your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

He’s a little (very) unhinged, so he’s always down to try something new. He’s the kind of person who will take you bungee jumping on a date because it’s “fun” and “exciting.” Eren knows no boundaries, so very few things and experiences are off-limits to him.

He would like some kind a routine/established roles, but he’s always down to experiment. If he ends up not liking it, then so be it, but at least he can say he tried.

Understanding — How good to they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

He knows you better than he thinks he does. He thinks about you a lot, especially when it comes to holidays/birthdays/gift giving and can get frustrated when he doesn’t find an answer right away, but he always pulls through in the end.

He kind of expects to know everything about you very quickly, which leads to obvious frustration. But over time, he learns almost everything he wants to know and then some; even if he isn’t the best at showing that he’s retained that information on a daily basis.

He needs someone to be empathetic towards him more than the other way around, but Eren would try hard to put himself in your shoes if you needed him to.

Value — How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

It’s very important to him, dare he say one of his top priorities.

Eren cares about people deeply, and you couldn’t be in a long-term relationship with him without him making you his business. Your relationship is special to him, and he wants to do his best to keep it going.

It might even come at the cost of some of his other obligations/relationships at first because he’s new to balancing life personal life and relationship; but over time he learns to balance things out. You’re still pretty damn high on his priority list, though.

Wild Card — A random fluff head canon.

Takes pictures and videos of you while you’re sleeping or falling asleep, and stitches them all together on your birthday and posts it to his story. Every single year without fail.

Got you both customized matching sneakers and gets stupidly giddy when you both wear them at the same time. He takes a billion pictures when you have them on.

Got you a nameplate anklet with his gamertag on it. Not so fluffy, but he really likes the way it looks on his shoulder 😌

XOXO — Are they ver affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Absolutely, he’s like an overgrown puppy on two legs, Eren loves to cuddle. He’s all over you, and very weak for any kind of affection when the two of you are alone.

He gets upset if you don’t sit directly next to (or on top of him) when you sit on the couch, and pouts about it before flopping on top of you instead.

His first move when he goes to your place or you come over is to wrap you in a hug, and he doesn’t let go for at least a full minute. And even then, he’ll probably waddle behind you in a back hug for a significant amount of time, or until you’re ready to lay down.

King of giving forehead kisses and bumping his nose against yours before his kisses your lips. He’s a sucker for all of it, no matter how much he plays it off when he’s around his friends.

Yearning — How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Simple: he will call you as many times as possible so as to make it feel like you never even left.

FaceTime is the most used app in Eren’s phone. If you’re away from him for a period of time, he’ll find any excuse to call you and see you, and he gets extra bold when flirting with you.

He also likes to steal your clothes/jewelry. He might put on one of your necklaces or chains or steal one of your bigger/more oversizes hoodies if you have them. Puts his big ass feet in your house slippers.

He sends you pictures of him in all your stuff too, claiming that if you want them back, then you should come see him to get them.

Zeal — Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind?

He definitely is. In a modern au, again, I’m not sure what kind of great lengths they are to go to, but Eren will fight for you.

Even before you’re together, he’ll show you how dedicated he is to you and wanting to be with you.

Then, I suppose, his loyalty is his greatest display of zeal. Eren lets you know how dedicated he is to you and making your relationship work; and tries to prove it you (and himself a little bit) every day.

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Kirishima Eijirou was a perfect gentleman. He bought you flowers, he opened doors for you, he gave the sweetest goodnight kisses, he ate you out so good he had you seeing stars. You had the biggest, fattest crush on him, and you would be embarrassed about it if it weren’t for the fact that it seemed, at least for the most part, to be reciprocated.

The problem was Kirishima never let you touch him.

Whenever the two of you ended up in bed together, with the door firmly locked behind you, Kirishima insisted on sliding under the blankets and eating you out so enthusiastically he had your legs shaking in no time. It’s not like you would ever complain about that, but it definitely bothered you that he was never up for doing anything else. You would see the blanket shifting around as he jerked himself off furiously under the sheets as he tongue-fucked you, but whenever you tried to coax him out from beneath the sheets you were turned down with a soft, apologetic little smile.

You figured it must have something to do with his apparent commitment issues. Everytime you brought up the possibility of being a couple, or anything more than what you currently were (which, tragically, was nothing; just two friends occasionally getting hot and heavy) he brushed you off or changed the subject with a beautifully sunny smile and a laugh, so bright and cheery that you were successfully diverted every single time.

And it was fine, really. You liked Kirishima a lot, so you were totally willing to put up with a few odd idiosyncrasies. And okay, sure, if you were being totally honest with yourself, of course you wanted to be more than friends that flirt and kiss and mess around a bit. You couldn’t even technically call each other fuck buddies because he wouldn’t fuck you. But he was so sweet, and so handsome and kind and his tongue was so so good, that you would take whatever you could get from him. 

At least, that was until one afternoon.

April had brought with it blue skies and sun showers and warm breezes, and as the weather begins to improve your friends take to lounging out the front of the apartment complex. After graduating, renting places in the same neighbourhood just seemed like the next logical step. On days like this, where you all come together just to chill out in front of the complex, it seems like the best idea in the world. As you watch Kirishima chase Kaminari around the lawn, the two of them howling with laughter, something a little wistful twists in your stomach. It’s a familiar feeling, easy enough to shove away normally, but today for some reason you just feel… melancholy.

Maybe that’s why you do something you would never normally do. You turn to Bakugou, who’s aggressively chewing on candy as though it insulted his mother, and say, “Hey, um. Does Kirishima… does Kirishima ever talk about me?”

Bakugou’s jaw stills, and he turns his head very slowly to look at you. He looks mildly disbelieving, which is understandable. The two of you get along just fine, but you’ve never asked him anything personal before. “Why the fuck are you asking me that?” he demands through a mouthful of half-chewed toffee.

You shrug jerkily, suddenly mortified. Why are you asking something like that of Bakugou, of all people? “Never mind.” you say quickly, praying that he’ll just let it go and you can both move on and forget that you had ever asked such an embarrassing question.

A silence stretches between the two of you, long and taut, broken only by Mina giggling as she shows Sero something on her phone a few metres away. You could curse yourself for making things awkward between the two of you when you had been on relatively good terms, but then Bakugou turns to look at you so abruptly that you startle a little. “Look,” he says, jaw working absently as he chews his candy. “He likes you just fine, okay. Why aren’t you having this conversation with him, huh?”

You can’t quite meet Bakugou’s eyes. You don’t know how he can be so forthright all the time. “Um. I’ve tried, but he always changes the subject.”

Bakugou swears softly, glaring out across the lawn at Kirishima as he chases Kaminari, throwing grapes at his back. “I ain’t a relationship counsellor, okay? I get that it must be hard that he doesn’t cum when he’s with you or whatever, but you seriously need to work that out with him. What am I meant to do about it?”

“Right,” you wince, your body hot with embarrassment. Your mind sticks on something he just said though, and you turn back slowly to frown at him. “He… he doesn’t cum?”

“Hah?” Bakugou scowls at you, clearly annoyed that you’re still having this conversation. You’re not about to let up though, because you hadn’t known that.

“I-I didn’t realise that he didn’t-?” you trail off, mortified and horrified in equal measures. You had assumed all those times that he was jerking off under the sheets that he was getting himself off but just didn’t want you to see. You had never questioned the lack of mess because as soon as you were done he always left for the bathroom, returning a few minutes later with damp towels to clean you up with -- you had assumed he cleaned himself up in those moments of absence. How the fuck had you never noticed?  Why did Bakugou know when you didn’t? Oh god, had he and Kirishima talked about this?

Bakugou’s expression shifts as he apparently realises that he had just revealed something you hadn’t been aware of. “Oh.” he says, and his annoyance seems to have evaporated, only to be replaced by an intense discomfort. “Well. It’s not that big a deal, or whatever. I’m sure he still, uh, enjoys himself- fucking hell, can we stop talking about this?”

“Yeah.” you say a little numbly. You feel so stupid. Why had he never said anything to you? You had been under the assumption that he liked you back, but maybe you were totally mistaken. Maybe seeing your naked body turned him off to the point that he couldn’t actually cum even if hidden under the sheets and not looking at you. Maybe he never actually wanted to do any of that with you in the first place. There’s a stinging pressure building in the back of your eyes, and you have to look down at your lap and blink hard to stop yourself from doing something stupid like bursting into tears in front of Bakgou -- you don’t think either of you would live that down. “Uh. I think I’m gonna head up to my room, I’m really tired.”

Bakugou’s eyes widened a little, “Wait, are you-”

“I’ll see you later,” you smile and try to keep your voice as normal as possible, but even you can hear how forced you sound. You stand quickly and brush yourself off before heading back inside; you have to consciously slow your pace so that it doesn’t look like you’re running away, because you really don’t put it past Bakugou not to chase you down for cutting him off like that.

You bump into Jirou on the stairs and babble out an apology, escaping back upstairs to your apartment before she can ask you if you’re okay. The last thing you need is an audience for your imminent breakdown, but thankfully you don’t see a single other person on the way to your place. You shut the door to your room tight and lean your forehead against it to take a deep breath. It doesn’t do much to calm you down, so you turn and make a beeline straight for the bed. Throwing yourself dramatically on top of your bed covers feels a little cathartic, so you allow yourself the luxury of being dramatic as you bury your face into your arms and sigh. 

God, you wish Kirishima would have just talked to you instead of grinning that stupidly bright smile of his and changing the subject anytime you tried to talk or ask about the thing the two of you had together. At least then you would have been able to deal with any upset that may have been caused by that conversation by yourself, and you wouldn’t have had to get all upset in front of one of Kirishima’s best friends. God, how were you ever gonna look at Bakugou again?

You know that stewing by yourself like this isn’t going to help sort this situation out, but you just can’t find the energy to start thinking about what you’re going to do next. You don’t want to start thinking about that at all. You just need some time to yourself, just a little while to relax and breathe and just not think because if you start thinking you’re pretty sure you’re going to cry. You feel impossibly stupid.

When you hear a knock coming from the door, you want to bang your head off the wall. You can’t imagine anything worse than having to talk to someone and pretend that everything is fine right now.

“Y/N? Hey, is everything alright? Bakugou said you ran off.”

Aw, shit. Maybe you can imagine something worse.

You sit up sharply, staring at the door. This was so typical. Of all the people in the building, Kirishima is the last person you want to talk to right now. So of course it stands to reason that he would be the one to follow you straight to your apartment. “Everything’s fine,” you call back quickly, trying hard to sound like you meant it, “Hey, I’m just tired right now. Can we talk later?”

“Bakugou said you were upset.”

That traitor. You clench your jaw and scowl at the wall. “I’m-”

“I’m coming in, okay?”

“Wha-?” you stand up quickly, but Kirishima is already coming in and closing the door behind him. “Kirishima, I don’t-”

“Okay look, Bakugou said you were upset with me and I’m really, really sorry,” Kirishima blurts quickly, hands up in the air as if he’s being held at gunpoint, “He’s actually pretty annoyed at me right now, but he’s right, and-”

“I’m not-” you start, then pause to gather your thoughts. Bakugou was right, especially when he said you had to talk. And it was important this time that you didn’t let Kirishima divert you like he had been doing. “It’s not that I’m upset with you. Not really. I just- what are we even doing?”

“What do you mean?” he asks, so softly that it’s almost a whisper.

“I-” you swallow hard, brace yourself, “I really like you. I like spending time with you, and I’ve told you, or at least tried to, that I’d really like to, well, be- um, be more than whatever this is. And obviously I would totally get if you don’t want that, a relationship and stuff, but I want you to just tell me! Just say it, instead of changing the subject.”

“Wait, baby, please.” Kirishima steps forward quickly and stops just short of touching you, a bare few inches between you. “I like you so much, I never wanted you to feel this way. I just- it’s difficult to explain-”

“Do you...” you start to say, then sigh. You can’t believe you’re actually going to ask this, because it makes you sound so desperate, but you really need to hear him say it, “Do you not find me attractive?”

Kirishima makes a startled choking sound, “Wha-? Are you kidding? I find you so attractive! You’re so pretty, and your body is- is really nice, why would you think-”

“You never look at me when we’re in bed and-” you start fidgeting, horribly awkward. “I just want to be able to touch you.”

Kirishima steps forward, closing the distance between you and dropping to one knee. “Baby, I’ll do whatever you want,” he says, his hands coming to rest on your hips as his thumbs stroke circles into your skin. “You want me to touch you?”

“No.” you squeeze your eyes shut in frustration, realising that he had misunderstood. “I mean. Bakugou told me that you never cum when we’re together.”

When you open your eyes again, you see that Kirishima has gone stock still. His mouth is a little open, and you can see his throat working as he seems to fight for something to say. Very slowly, he gets back to his feet. “He shouldn’t have said that.”

You stare at him, at a loss. “Is it because-” you start, then trail off as you realise that you don’t even know what you’re trying to ask. You just want him to start talking so that you can stop asking all these stupid questions. “If you don’t want to have sex with me, you only have to say so, I would never pressure you into-”

“No!” Kirishima blurts, jolting forward. The suddenness of the movement seems to startle the both of you, but Kirishima recovers faster. “God, no, that’s not what this is!”

“Then, why?” you whisper, thoroughly confused. You had hoped that talking it out would help get some answers, but if anything you’re even more confused and insecure than you had been before he came to your room. “Did I- I mean, if I’m doing something that’s-”

“It’s not you.” Kirishima interrupts, covering his eyes with one of his large palms and leaning away from you. His hand is trembling a little, almost imperceptibly. “It’s not you. It’s me.”

The statement hangs in the air between the two of you like it’s a tangible presence. You stare hard at Kirishima, but he doesn’t remove his hand from his face. He looks a bit like he’s going to be sick. “What do you mean?” you ask quietly.

You’re guessing that this is where you get the ‘You’re great and all but I’m just not ready for a relationship. It’s got nothing to do with you though, I need to work through my own stuff’ sort of speech, and you have to brace yourself for it. Instead, Kirishima says something that you had not prepared yourself to hear in the slightest.

“I’m sorry.” you say, a little bewildered. You’re certain that you heard that wrong. “Could you- could you say that again?”

A flush has begun to crawl steadily across Kirishima’s face, made all the more prominent by the contrast of his hand pressed to his eyes. His ears are so red that they blend right into his hair. “I said,” he says, then takes an inhale, “That you’ll break up with me if you see my dick.”

You don’t actually know how to begin replying to that. For one, breaking up would require you to be in a relationship, which is something that he has been avoiding for a while now. You decide to address the bigger problem first. “Why would I want to break up because of your dick? Why would you even think that? Do you think I’m that shallow?”

“It’s got nothing to do with you being shallow,” Kirishima says slowly. You get the impression that he’s measuring his words, and his uncharacteristic reticence has you on edge. “It’s just that- I’m not, well, normal.”

You stare at him, a little taken aback. Kirishima had always had some issues with self-confidence, ever since middle school, but you’d always thought he’d worked through that in UA. You had never heard him talk about himself like this. “What’s that supposed to mean? Eijirou, lots of people are self-conscious about what they have going on downstairs. It doesn’t mean-”

“No, you don’t get it,” he interrupts. His hands have started twisting up the hem of his shirt, wringing it out and wrinkling the material. He’s frowning, and clearly starting to get agitated. “It’s not that I’m self-conscious about it- well, I am self-conscious about it, I guess, but it’s for a reason! I mean it, it’s not exactly… standard.”

Your face scrunches up in a frown before you can stop it. Not standard? “You’re worried it’s too small?” You guess. Your gaze drops to the crotch of his pants, where he’s subconsciously folded his hands. “Too big?”

“Um.” Kirishima lets out a nervous little laugh, several octaves higher than normal. “Yeah, I guess. It’s… it looks weird.”

“Eijirou,” your voice is soft now, most of your frustration melted away by the sight of Kirishima’s anxious fidgeting, “We live in a world where physical mutations are the norm; you really don’t have anything to worry about.” You pause for a moment, but Kirishima doesn’t respond immediately. The silence builds, until you try to break it with a light-hearted, “How weird can it be, really?”

Kirishima’s throat works as he swallows hard, but he’s nodding so you at least know that he’s listening. When he does speak, his voice is so low that you have to lean closer to him to catch what he’s saying. “I just don’t want to ruin this.”

Your heart twists, and the last of your frustration straight up disappears. You take a breath to steady yourself, then step forward and place your hands gently on his chest. A tremor works its way up his spine at your touch, but you don’t remark on it. “Kirishima.” you say firmly, and when he looks up and makes eye contact you try to keep your gaze as strict as possible. “You really have no idea how much I like you, do you? God, I like you so much, it’s stupid. I’ve wanted to be with you for so long. I mean, even if you never wanted to have sex I would understand, so long as you talked to me about it. Your dick is not gonna stop me from liking you, idiot.”

The fear of rejection is still plain to see on Kirishima’s face, but there’s something lurking just underneath that looks like hope. “I’ve never… I’ve never been with anyone like that.”

“You haven’t?” you ask, genuinely surprised. Not only is Kirishima perfectly sweet, he’s also extremely attractive. As an up-and-coming sidekick in Fatgum’s hero agency, you knew that he had no shortage of admirers. Even before that, in UA, you knew there were always people who had their eyes on him. He was so bright, he was hard to miss. 

He laughs, scrubbing at his eyes with his knuckles. “Uh, no. I mean, I’m not totally inexperienced. I mean, I’ve done oral and stuff, and I think I’m actually pretty good at it-”

“You are definitely pretty good at it,” you chime in, nodding and trying not to laugh at the flush crawling up his neck.

“I enjoy it, too!” he says quickly, as though trying to reassure you, “I enjoy it a lot. But I’ve never- I mean, no one’s ever touched me like that.” You feel your mouth drop open in honest shock. A little part of you couldn’t help but feel reassured that it wasn’t you he had a problem with, but that was mostly drowned out by surprise. Kirishima rushes on before you can speak, as though trying to say his piece before he runs out of steam, “It’s not that I didn’t want to, it’s just that it’s never seemed worth the fallout. Especially with you. I’m happy with being with you in whatever way I can, and I don’t want my stupid dick to scare you off or-”

“Oh my god, Kirishima, stop,” you say, and this time you really can’t hold back your laugh. “Your stupid dick isn’t going to scare me off. God, I can’t believe this is why you never let me touch you.” you step closer and press a soft, close-mouthed kiss to his lips. You hadn’t realised just how tense Kirishima was until he relaxed a little into your touch, the stiffness in his shoulders easing out as he sighed into the kiss. You pull back just a little, just enough that you can give him a cheeky smile. “Want me to give you your first blowjob?”

Kirishima’s whole body tenses right back up as his eyes shoot wide in surprise. “What?” he squeaks out, his ears turning scarlet.

You take his hand in yours and tangle your fingers together, before tugging him gently towards the bed. “I want to,” you assure him quietly, “No matter what your dick looks like, okay?”

“Yeah, okay.” Kirishima says as he sits at the edge of the bed. He’s breathing a little faster now, either from excitement or nerves. You’re guessing it’s a bit of both, because he’s clinging on tight to your hand even though he looks like he’s about to bolt. When you hook your fingers around the waistband of his shorts, he catches one of your wrists with his free hand. “If you- you know, if you change your mind after seeing it, just know that I won’t be mad or anything.”

He’s so quiet and earnest that you feel your heart melt a little looking at his nervously hopeful eyes. You take your hand back and climb onto his lap, pushing your fingers into his wild mop of hair. It’s the first time you’ve ever been close with him like this -- usually he would give you a sweet, gentle kiss and then dive between your legs, always keeping a frustrating amount of distance between your lower halves. This time though, he doesn’t try to divert you away. His hands grip your hips tight, and he leans his head into your touch. “I wish you would stop expecting me to push you away.” you murmur into the side of his neck, peppering little kisses into his skin. Kirishima lets out the smallest, choked off sounding whine at that, and tilts his head so that the long line of his throat is exposed. You take the hint, and start trailing kisses all along the soft skin at the base of his neck. “I told you, and I meant it; I want to be with you.”

Strong arms wind their way around your back and pull you close until you’re sat right over Kirishima’s crotch. You don’t even think it was intentional on Kirishima’s part, but you won’t pass up the opportunity when it presents itself to you. His shorts are bulging a little right in the centre where he’s starting to get hard, and you lower yourself down so that you’re grinding over him. He gasps at the contact, and his hips jerk up into you. “Oh, shit. I want you, so badly.” he gasps, his forehead dropping down to rest on your shoulder.

You have to admit, what you can feel through his shorts is… intimidating. ‘Yeah, I guess,’ he had said when you asked him if he was worried about his dick being too big. Judging by what you could feel pressing against you, that was a massive understatement, and he was only half-hard. You ghost your hands down over his sides, feeling his ribs expand with his breaths, sliding down until your hands reach the waistband of his shorts again. You push them down over his hips, and he lifts himself up to help you, and then he’s just in his impressively tented jockstrap. You smile reassuringly at him as you tug down the jockstrap, and then his cock springs free of the waistband and you pause.

“Oh.” you breathe.

“I know that it’s-” Kirishima begins to visibly panic, his hand reflexively shooting down to try and cover himself as he tries to sit up.

“It’s okay.” you say quickly, recovering from your surprise as quickly as possible. You still feel a little off-kilter as you slide off his lap to your knees in front of him. You know that you’re staring at his cock wide-eyed, but you can’t quite help yourself. It’s… well. It’s definitely not standard.

You reach out, your hand hovering uncertainly over his cock because you barely know how to begin. It’s thicker than a soda can, and long. Delicate ridges and swirls decorate the underside, with a series of bumps along the top. When you finally do grasp him in your hand, you’re rewarded with a barely stifled gasp and a hot spurt of precum that dribbles down his cockhead to your fingers. You use both your hands to explore his length, fingers trailing over all those strange ridges. The bumps along the top are apparently sensitive, because when you rub your thumbs over them Kirishima gasps and his hips thrust gracelessly into the air.

“Sorry!” he blurts as his cock dribbles even more precum. There’s so much of it that it looks like you actually used lube or something to slick up his cock, but you guess that this must be normal for him because he just looks embarrassed. “I- it’s sensitive, I guess, um- I usually put down a towel, because I tend to get, uh, messy.”

The way he says that and the connotations of it has your thighs squeezing together, and you take a deep inhale through your nose. It’s unexpectedly hot. “Gotcha.” you smile at him, trying to put him at ease as you return your attention back to his dick. “Don’t worry about it. I don’t mind if you make a mess.”

“Oh, shit. Uh, okay.” Kirishima says, and his breathing has gotten noticeably heavier now. He’s almost panting as he leans back on his elbows, craning his neck so he can get a look at what you’re doing. There’s a curious swell around the base of his cock that just seems to be growing. One of your hands travels down to it curiously, splaying over it and then rubbing it at it experimentally. His hips rock forward sharply, a huff of breath leaving him as he grunts a muted, “Fuck!”

The precum is oozing almost continuously now, spilling over with nearly every stroke, and your rubbing at the swollen base seems to be pushing even more out. It’s obscene, the copious amount of it and the way it’s stringing down onto your hands. If this is the amount of precum he produces, you can hardly imagine the amount of cum he’s going to produce. You wonder if ‘messy’ is another understatement.

You finally lean forward and lick an experimental stripe up the underside of his cock, lapping at the ridges and swirls. The moan that’s ripped out of him is needy and so desperate -- his stomach muscles are tensed with the effort he’s putting in to keep from rocking into your mouth, but his cheeks are flushed and his own mouth is lolling open, his eyes squeezed shut. You take that as your cue to take all of him in your mouth as best as you can, suckling at the tip before swallowing him down. You get about halfway before you have to pull back and try again. Your mouth is stretched obscenely wide around the girth of him, and you swear you can feel the weight of his dick pulsing on your tongue.

“Oh god, oh baby, oh Y/N,” Kirishima is babbling nonsensically, his head thrown as his hips make the sweetest little aborted rocking motions, like he wants nothing more than to let go but is trying his best to restrain himself for your sake. “Feels so good.”

You suck him as best as you can, but your jaw is starting to ache from being hinged so wide. You alternate between stroking his length and suckling on the head of his dick, tracing the swirls and squeezing the bottom. The swell at the base of his cock has engorged even further, and you prod at it curiously with one hand as you work his length with the other. It’s firm but oddly spongey, and everytime you poke at it Kirishima’s whole cock twitches.

When he gasps out your name you pull back and look up at him. He’s trembling, his shirt rucked up past his bellybutton and his gaze fixed unwaveringly on you. “You okay?” you ask softly, rubbing your thumb along one of the ridges under the head of his dick.

“Yeah,” he breathes, reaching down to cup your face. His thumb swipes over your bottom lip, and you realise that a string of saliva and precum is dripping down your chin. “But if you keep going I’m gonna cum.”

“Isn’t that kind of the point?” you laugh, and press a kiss right on his slit. His hips twitch and you dodge backwards just in time to avoid him taking your eye out with his hard on. 

“Sorry!” he looks mortified, and you can’t help but find his nervous fumbling absolutely adorable.

“Don’t worry about it.” you smile as you kiss your way down his shaft, prepared now for the intermittent jerking of his hips. You get to that swollen part at the base and place your mouth right at the bottom of his cock, before wrapping your lips around it to the best of your ability and sucking.

You had guessed that this swollen area was sensitive thanks to his reactions earlier, but you’re not quite prepared for the shout he lets out or the way his hand grabs onto the side of your head as he damn near rides your mouth. You’re totally startled by the reaction, but given the amount of times that you’ve done the same to his mouth you’re only too happy to indulge him. Plus, it’s the first time you’ve ever seen Kirishima fall apart like this. His cock is dribbling precum at a rapid rate the more excited he gets, and thick strings of it are pouring onto your cheeks. You think you should probably feel a little grossed out, but seeing Kirishima open-mouthed and panting as he rides your face like he’s hasn’t got a single other thought in his mind has you so turned on that your panties are getting sticky and uncomfortable between your legs. You stick your own hand between your legs to try and relieve yourself of some of the heat coiling up in your stomach, but the way that Kirishima’s rutting into your face throws off your coordination.

“Oh god, please, baby, please, put it back in your mouth, I’m gonna- fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna cum, please-” He begs, his head thrown back as he gasps.

How could you ever deny him when he pleads like that? You pull your head out of his grasp and sink your mouth back down on his cock, and then you just hold there and breathe as steadily as you can as Kirishima’s cock throbs in your mouth. His hips spasm, pushing his cock further into your throat. It almost feels like he’s getting bigger, as if he’s growing down your throat.

Kirishima is still babbling, a steady stream of senselessness about how good you’re making him feel, how beautiful you are, how lucky he is, until he cuts himself off with a gasp of “Baby, I’m- I’m-” and then he’s silent, his mouth hanging open as his whole body strains.

You try to suck him through his orgasm, but you are utterly unprepared for the sheer quantity of cum that erupts from his dick. Despite your intentions, you have no choice but to pull off his cock, choking a little on the cum that actually managed to get up your nose. You stroke him through it, feeling dazed as you watch him cum. You know it’s dripping from your chin, running in rivulets down your face. You wonder if it’s coming out your nose.

Kirishima seems to come forever, humping into your fist and whining and moaning the whole time. When his cock finally gives its last, exhausted spurt, his body falls limp against the bed. He’s gasping for breath and staring at the ceiling, looking like his soul had been ejected from his body along with the insane amount of cum. You notice the swollen part at the base of his cock has deflated almost entirely, to the point that it’s hardly noticeable anymore.

You climb up on the bed beside him and nudge him with your knee, a little concerned. “Eijirou? You good?”

When he looks at you, there’s a goofy smile splitting his face. “I have never been so good in my whole life.” His smile freezes as he catches a proper look at your face, caught between surprise, embarrassment, and something else. He reaches out to your face and swipes his fingers through the mess on your face. “Oh god, I’m so sorry-”

“Don’t be!” you hasten to assure him, squeezing his wrists. “It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen!”

Kirishima stares at you as though he almost doesn’t believe you, but his cum is painted across your face and dripping down your chest, so he’s not in the best position to argue. “I told you I tend to get messy.” he breathes out a laugh, and then leans forward to kiss you, apparently not caring about the taste of his own ejaculate.

You hum into his mouth, your thighs clenching in excitement. “Eijirou,” you whisper into the kiss. When he pulls back, you bite your lip and smile at him, “Next time, will you fuck me?”

Kirishima inhales sharply, and his grip on your hips tightens to the point that the pressure is near bruising. “You really want that?”

“God, yes.” you blurt, shifting so that you’re straddling his stomach. You lower yourself down so that you’re grinding against his bare skin, and you can see the exact moment that he realises you’ve soaked through your panties.

He groans, and pulls at your hips to encourage you to grind against his stomach harder. “Shit, sweetheart. You don’t think it’s… kind of gross?”

“I didn’t expect the amount of cum,” you confess, wiping at your face with a helpless laugh, “But no, I don’t think it’s gross. I like it.” You whimper as Kirishima’s thumb slides over your swollen clit, the glide made smooth thanks to the slickness of your own arousal.

Kirishima is looking up at you as though you had hung the moon, and it’s hard not to get a little embarrassed under the intensity of his gaze. “Okay,” he whispers, “If you’re sure.” He glances down with a small frown, his lips twisted thoughtfully, “I don’t want to hurt you, though.”

“You won’t.” you kiss his nose, grinning as it wrinkles up under your lips. “We’ll make sure I’m stretched.” you glance over your shoulder at his still wet, softening cock. Even now, the size of it is intimidating. “And lube,” you conclude, “We’ll use lots and lots of lube.”

“Yeah,” he breathes, a smile starting to light up his face. He presses a sloppy kiss to the base of your throat, and you can feel the smile against your skin, “Yeah, okay. I’d really like that.” There’s still cum everywhere, all over your hands and chest and face and splashed across Kirishima’s legs and stomach, but he doesn’t seem to care about the mess in the slightest as he rolls the two of you over so that he’s hovering over you. The kiss he presses to one of your breasts is impossibly soft, and you tilt your head back and sigh as you feel his fingers trace over the lips of your pussy. “I’m so lucky to have you.” he whispers, then pushes himself down your body.

As his tongue flicks over your clit, you smile. It’s definitely you that’s the lucky one here.

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Kirishima’s complicated relationship with his genitalia had started in middle school. Up until that point, he had managed to remain blissfully unaware that there was any kind of abnormality in his nether regions. That changed one day in the locker rooms.

Having never paid any particular attention to what he had in his pants, Kirishima hadn’t thought anything of changing out with the rest of the boys in his class, as unabashed as any middle-schooler that hadn’t developed a sense of self-consciousness yet. He didn’t notice the whispers or stares until one of his friends nudged him hard. “Dude,” he said, glancing between Kirishima’s legs and then away, curiosity and mild revulsion mingled on his face, “What’s wrong with your thingy?”

“Wrong?” Kirishima had echoed, discomfort beginning to prickle beneath his skin. He hadn’t realised there was anything wrong with his genitals. He covered up quickly and finished getting changed, but the stares lingered.

No one said anything more about it to him, but by the end of the day rumour had spread that Kirishima was weird down there.

He had, like so many boys his age, taken to the internet to do his own research. It felt like a punch to the gut when he realised that his classmates were right -- his dick looked nothing like the dicks that all the guys in the videos he found had. There were exceptions, where the person’s genitals were affected by their quirk, but they were always full-body quirks that made it pretty obvious that what you were gonna find down below would be non-standard. His genitals didn’t match his body or his quirk, so his classmates must be right when they say that he’s weird with those grossed-out little laughs.

He learned pretty quickly to keep that part of him to himself, to change out quickly and efficiently in such a way that no one would ever see the parts of him that he’d rather keep hidden. He welcomes physical contact because he’s still an affectionate guy, but he’s always careful about the distance he allows between himself and others just in case they brush up against him accidentally and somehow feel that he’s different. When the boys in his class start excitedly talking about girls and other boys, and how nice it’d be to have a girlfriend or boyfriend, Kirishima tries to stay out of it. He doesn’t want to wonder about something like that when he knows that if someone were to find out his secret they’d be totally grossed out.

High school comes hand in hand with experimentation though, and Kirishima is lonely and touch-starved. He doesn’t want to avoid touch for the rest of his life out of fear that someone’s going to know. So he allows himself to indulge a little; he’s popular with girls in UA, a fact that surprises him. Unlike the girls in middle school, they haven’t heard the rumours that there’s something wrong with him, so they smile and chat to him and even flirt. It’s exciting and new and he allows himself to have just this -- he kisses them and he makes them feel good, and then he retreats when they look for more because he just can’t give it to them. 

When he tells you all this, you could swear that you feel your heart crack right down the middle. You hadn’t realised how lonely Kirishima was, wrapped up in a self-constructed blanket of self-loathing and disgust. You knew it had taken a lot of trust for him to open up to you like he had, but you hadn’t realised just how much. It makes your chest fill with some undefinable emotion, and you just want to hold him and never let go. 

You’re more determined than ever now to show him exactly how much you care about him, and exactly how much any physical anomaly doesn’t affect the way you feel in the slightest. You’ve been stretching yourself methodically and carefully every night of the week that has passed since you gave him his first blowjob in preparation to finally have sex with him. You just want him to feel good, and you don’t want him to worry about hurting you. And now, tonight, you’ve decided that you’re ready for it.

Bakugou’s the one that answers the door when you knock at their shared apartment, and his face does something funny when he sees you. He lets you in without a greeting, and yells for Kirishima as you shut the door behind you. It’s definitely a little awkward, because your last proper conversation was that day when he told you that your now boyfriend didn’t get off when you were together, but you smile and ask him how he’s doing all the same.

He just grunts at you and sprawls out on the couch, his attention fixed on his phone. You don’t try to make any further conversation, because you figure he probably won’t respond and you can hear Kirishima crashing around further down the hall anyway. You’re about to slip down the hall towards Kirishima’s room when Bakugou speaks again, surprising you. “You talked.”

You pause, confused for half a moment before the memories of your last conversation come flooding back. “Oh. Uh, yeah, we did.” 

Bakugou nods, still staring at his phone. You hover uncertainly, unsure of whether you should continue to Kirishima’s room or if Bakugou had something else he wanted to say. You don’t have to wait long; Bakugou puts his phone down and turns to survey you closely. “If you’re still here, then I guess you didn’t freak out.”

“There’s nothing to freak out over.” you say defensively, thinking of how sensitive Kirishima is about his body.

“I never said there was!” Bakugou snaps back instantly. You both glare at each other, but you don’t respond further. You came here for one reason, and that reason was not to start a fight with Bakugou when your boyfriend was waiting for you in the bedroom. When Bakugou speaks again, it’s with an awkward edge to his voice. “Whatever. Just don’t be an asshole to him.”

You realise that Bakugou is just trying to look out for his friend, and the revelation that you’re receiving Bakugou’s awkward attempt at a shovel talk is enough to have you reeling. “As if I would be,” you say, “I really like him.”

“Good. Fine.” Bakugou picks his phone back up and you take that as a dismissal. You’re just about to leave when he says, “By the way, keep it the fuck down. I don’t care if you’re taking dragon dick or if it’s Shitty Hair’s first time getting his dick wet, I don’t need to hear that nasty shit.”

His crudeness has you flushing hot with embarrassment, but you don’t dignify him with a response. You slip down the hall and up to Kirishima’s bedroom, knocking softly on the door before letting yourself in.

Kirishima is in the process of trying to stuff a pile of clothes into the bottom of his wardrobe, and he slams the door shut and whirls around when he hears you come in. “Hey!” he beams at you, trying to kick aside the pair of underwear that’s stuck in the edge of the wardrobe door.

“Hey, you.” you greet him. You’re still a bit flustered from Bakugou’s comment, but you hide it as best as you can as Kirishima sweeps you up in his arms and pulls you into a sweet, close-mouthed kiss.

In the week since you blew him the first time, the two of you have alternated between your apartments and spent almost every single day together. Some days you just touched each other with your hands, other days you used your mouths on each other. You still hadn’t gotten fully used to his enormous loads of cum, but he seems at least to be getting more and more comfortable with your touch. Even now, his hands trail up your sides as he presses eagerly into you; this boldness would have been unheard of coming from him only a week ago, but neither of you are under any illusions about what the two of you are going to get up to this evening.

You wind your arms around his neck and melt into the kiss, relishing the contact and the wet slide of his lips against yours. As his hands trail from your hips to your lower back to your ass, you feel the hard press of his lower abdomen nudge against you. You pull back and grin at him, “Someone’s impatient.”

Kirishima flushes, but he doesn’t pull away or deny it. Progress. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.” he confesses quietly, reaching up to nudge a flyaway tuft of hair out of your eyes.

“Yeah?” you grin, delighting in his openness. You take a small step back and look down at where his bulge is tenting the front of his sweatpants. “How long have you been like this, baby?”

“Pretty much since you texted me telling me you were thinking of coming over.” he says with a cheeky little smile, nudging his face into your neck and nipping at the skin there. “So, an hour and a half? Give or take.”

You hum as you cup his hardness through the cotton of his joggers. He groans and his hips jerk into your palm, as sensitive as ever. “Hey,” you murmur, “Wanna fuck me?”

Kirishima’s whole body twitches at that, and you swear you can feel his cock jump in his hand. “Now?” he asks, his voice gone a little hoarse from surprise and arousal.

“Unless you’d like to wait?”

“No! Now is good!” Kirishima says hastily, reaching out to hold your hips as though he’s afraid you’ll disappear. “God, now is so good.”

It’s really hard to hold back your laugh as you watch him scramble towards the bed, tugging you along with him. He’s excited, that much is obvious, and you really can’t blame him -- he’s gone so long thinking that he would never get to have this, that he would never be accepted like this. You want to give him everything.

His hands start fidgeting with the sheets as soon as he sits back on the bed. You straddle his lap and take his hands in yours before leaning in for a kiss, hoping to distract him from any nerves or self-doubts before they can take a hold of him. He hums happily into your mouth, squeezing one of your hands in his and using the other one to wrap around your waist and pull you closer.

“I’ve thought about sex with you so many times,” you admit when you pull away from the kiss. You reach up and stroke a line down the bridge of his nose, then push back a lock of his hair; it’s freshly washed and ungelled, lying fluffy and loose around his face. He’s looking up at you like you just hung the moon, open-mouthed and soft-eyed. It’s such a sweet look on him, and you love watching it contort into pleasure as you sink down to rub yourself against his hard on. “I want you to feel good.”

Kirishima makes a choked off whining sound in his throat as he grinds up into you. “You always make me feel good.” he says. You can feel his cock thickening and filling out against you, and judging by how clearly you can feel him, he’s foregone the usual jockstrap or protective cup he uses to try and hide his shape in his pants. 

You reach down and pull at his sweatpants -- you manage to get one leg off entirely, but the other gets stuck halfway down his left thigh and you’re too impatient to keep pulling at it so you just abandon it in favour of reaching for Kirishima’s now exposed cock. You’ve gotten familiar with the thick ridges and bumps of it over the past week, familiar enough for your fingers to seek out his sensitive spots without even looking.

He moans as you touch him, and dips his hands into your pants so that he can squeeze at your ass. His grip is a little too hard, bordering on painful as he bites at your neck. He pops open the button on your pants and shoves one of his hands into your panties, rubbing at your clit with his thumb and trailing his other fingers along your slit. 

You rub at the bumps along the tip of his cock, and you’re rewarded with a little squirt of precum. It dribbles down your hand and onto the sheets, and you wonder if maybe you should put down some towels to try and keep the mess contained. But Kirishima is letting out the softest little moans as he tries to rut into your hand and rub at your clit at the same time, and you decide that ruining the moment to lay down towels just isn’t worth it. A little mess is a small sacrifice to make.

When his fingers finally dip inside you, you feel his whole body tense up and still. “Baby,” he says, his voice soft and a little stunned, “You..”

“I stretched myself out before I came over,” you finish for him, pushing your hips back so that his fingers sink all the way inside of you. The lube still inside of you makes the slide effortless, and the look on Kirishima’s face is absolutely priceless. “I’m ready when you are.”

Those words elicit another little spurt of precum as Kirishima’s cock twitches in your hand. When you glance down, you see that the base of his dick is engorged and painful looking, and it only seems to be swelling. You only get to look for a moment though, because then you’re being flipped on your back and Kirishima is looming over you. “Oh, baby, oh shit,” he grits out through clenched teeth as his cock rubs up against the back of your thighs. “Are you sure you want to?”

“I want to, I want to so bad,” you promise him, kissing where you can reach on his face. You reach down and grip his cock, guiding it to your entrance, “Go slow, baby.” You’re so excited when you first feel the tip of his cock press into you that you’re not sure if the gush of wetness is from your pussy or his precum. You’re so turned on that you wonder if the amount of lube you had used was overkill, but then the length of him starts to stretch you out and you decide that yes, you absolutely did need that lube.

As soon as the tip is in, Kirishima stills over you. His head drops down, forehead making contact with your shoulder as he groans. You rock your hips experimentally, your breathing gone a little ragged as you realise that you can feel all those fleshy bumps and ridges, but Kirishima snatches at your hips instantly to still you. When he speaks, his voice is strained, “I’m not gonna last.”

Affection bubbles up in your chest as you look at his flushed face, his misty eyes. He’s practically trembling from the effort of holding back. “It’s okay,” you assure him, looping your arms over his shoulders and tracing little patterns into the skin of his back, “You don’t have to, it’s your first time. We have all the time in the world to go again and again, as many times as you want.”

Kirishima makes a garbled little noise in the back of his throat, and then he’s kissing you so sloppily and enthusiastically that drool begins to slip down your chins. It’s a little gross, but considering how much cum you’re going to be covered in soon enough you can’t be too fussy. When he pulls back, it’s so that he can look down and watch where his cock is entering you in increments.

The slow, inexorable stretch of it has your breath catching in your throat. You throw your head back on the bed and focus on keeping your breathing as steady as possible as he presses into you so, so slowly. After exploring the length of him with your mouth and hands, you knew he was big, but apparently knowing and feeling are two completely separate things. You feel like you’re being stretched impossibly wide, and when you glance down you see that he’s not even halfway in. 

Kirishima pauses suddenly, his breathing coming in short pants. You think that he’s just taking a moment to collect himself, to pace himself, but he’s frowning down at where the two of you are connected. “I dont- I don’t think I’ll fit.”

“Oh, you’ll fit.” you declare, jaw set stubbornly. His dick was already partly in you, and like hell were you giving up now. “Don’t worry. Keep going, Eiji.”

“You’re so…” he groans as he edges his hips forward, rocking his cock another inch inside of you, “So tight, you feel so wet and warm inside, oh god, so good, so good.”

The stretch is starting to sting, but you’ve prepared yourself well for this and it’s not so bad that you can’t breathe through it. When he bottoms out inside you, the tip of his cock hits your cervix and your whole body jerks hard at the dull ache it sends up your spine. “Fuck!” you cry out, your hips humping back into Kirishima’s of their own accord. You can feel every damn ridge and swirl grinding against your insides, and you clamp down hard around him, gasping. “Oh, shit.”

You’ve never felt so full in your life, and Kirishima’s cock doesn’t even fit all the way inside you. You wonder if you’re about to split in two. Your thighs are splayed obscenely wide, and you can feel your own body trying to suck him in further but there’s nowhere else to go because he’s filling you up so completely. Your chest is heaving as you pant for breath -- your thoughts have turned a little muddy, but even now you can see that Kirishima has frozen, his face tucked into your neck as he shudders with deep, panting breaths. Your shoulder feels wet, and you realise that he’s drooling on you.

“Eijirou,” you groan, “Move.”

His first thrust is hesitant, exploratory. He apparently likes what he feels, because he lifts his head up so that he can look at you properly. He looks totally blissed out, his eyes a little unfocused, and his expression alone shoots a bolt of heat straight between your legs. You breathe out a curse and move your hips down and into him, trying to encourage him to fuck you properly. When he thrusts forward again, the movement is accompanied by a vulgar squelching sound, and you realise that you’re probably being filled up with his precum. The thought makes you moan quietly, tightening up around him. 

Kirishima grunts and dives down so that your chests are pressed together, his arms pushing your legs up and to the side, and then suddenly he’s fucking into you for real. His moans sound like they’ve come straight out of a porn video as he shoves his cock as deep inside you as possible before pulling out and doing it again. All you can do is gasp against him as the breath is driven straight out of your lungs by his desperate humping.

His movements are nearly feral, jackhammering into you at a pace that probably should feel punishing but instead has you hiccuping out moans on every stroke. The size of him and the speed at which he’s fucking at you is overwhelming in the best possible way. He keeps gasping your name in between moans, his jaw lolling open as he pants for breath. “Oh, baby girl, you feel so good, so good for me. You like this?”

“Yes!” you wheeze, clinging to his shoulders as he rails you into the mattress. It’s better than you ever could have hoped for, and you’re nearly sobbing from the sheer sensation of it all. “Oh god, don’t stop!” You feel your abdomen drawing tight, heat beginning to build rapidly in the bottom of your belly, and you practically throw yourself down to meet his thrusts. “Please, I’m gonna cum, make me cum, Eiji!”

Kirishima practically snarls at that, his hand snaking down to your pussy even as he keeps rutting into you. His hand finds your clit and starts stroking at it hard and fast at a pace that matches his fucking. “Fuck yes, I wanna feel you cum on my cock.”

You know you’re starting to shake apart, his cock and his fingers too much for you. Your body is strung taut, your orgasm so close you can virtually taste it. As he feels you clamp down around him Kirishima lets out a whimpering moan, and with that you’re totally gone, head slamming back on the bed as you let out mindless, breathless little choking moans. It feels like your vision totally wipes out as you convulse in Kirishima’s arms, hips twitching wildly. 

When the euphoria of your orgasm finally subsides, you feel so totally fucked out that you hardly know which way is up. It takes you a moment to become aware of the way Kirishima is humping into you desperately now, hunkering over you and groaning. Feeling his cock slide in and out of your over-sensitive and still twitching pussy is almost too much, and you know you won’t be able to take much more of his relentless pounding. You clench around him as tight as you can and cup his sweaty face in your hands, smiling at the open-mouthed look of pure need he’s giving you. “Are you gonna cum inside me, Eiji?”

Apparently that was the correct thing to say, because you can see the moment that he hurtles completely over the edge. He shoves his cock as deep as he can get inside you and then he’s crying out as he begins to empty himself inside you. He keeps rocking, even though his cock is crammed as far into you as it’s possible to get, and you tremble and gasp as you feel his cum spraying inside you. It feels totally filthy, and there’s so much of it that you can feel it leaking out and down your ass even though Kirishima’s cock is still plugging you up. There’s so much cum that you actually start to wonder if your birth control is going to still be effective. You almost expect it to start coming out of your ears.

It seems like he’s cumming forever, and eventually he has to pull out because you’re just too full. As soon as his gradually softening cock is pulled free, it seems like a veritable bucketload of cum streams out of you and makes a mess of the bedcovers. It’s simultaneously really gross and really, really hot, and you don’t have the energy to unpack that so you just lay back and watch as Kirishima’s cock continues to dribble cum all over his legs and your abdomen. The swollen base of his cock is deflated now, and his dick eventually gives one last twitch and then he’s finished. 

He collapses on top of you, sweaty and soiled with his cum, but you don’t complain as he wraps you up in his arms and kisses your temples, murmuring soft, mindless praise into your hairline. “Are you okay?” he whispers, “Did I hurt you?”

You laugh a little, still winded. Your pussy is feeling achey from being stretched so wide, and you’re definitely going to have trouble walking tomorrow, but it’s the best kind of hurt imaginable. “You did everything just right.” you say, giving him a tired smile. “How was it?”

“If I could stay in your pussy forever, I would.” he says solemnly, the barest hint of a smile pulling at his lips.

You laugh properly at that, and roll over so that you’re lying across his chest. “Yeah? Well, I think you’ve just ruined me for all other cocks in the world. No one's ever gonna compare to how good yours feels.”

With your chin on his chest, you have a clear view of the way he flushes at your words, and the vulnerability that creeps into his expression as he looks at you. “Really?”

“I just came so hard it felt like the world was ending.” you grin at him, then press a teasing kiss to one of his pecs. “Yes, really.”

A smile breaks out on his face, toothy and dorky, as if he can’t believe his luck. “So… Would you want to do it again, maybe? Sometime?”

The smile you return is so wide it feels like it’s about to split your face. “Yeah, Eiji. Without question.”

It’s hard to kiss when you’re both grinning like total idiots, but the two of you make a valiant effort all the same. The ridiculous amount of cum painting the two of you is beginning to dry and flake off your skin, and it's definitely kind of gross but you’re so happy and sated and tired in that moment that you’re pretty sure nothing on earth could ruin the moment for you. Not even Bakugou when he comes pounding at the door and yelling obscenities in the form of noise complaints.

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Do you write for Nanami Kento? 👉👈 If so, could you do how it would be ride his face for the first time? Maybe he let the reader do it after a stressful day she had at work? Also thank you very much for the Junpei's stories, I absolutely loved them 💖 💖 💖 . I love your writing in general, I hope my requests don't be boring to write, I just really love soft stuff 👉👈

First time writing for Nanami I hope this is okay 🤭💕

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Nanami x fem! Reader

This includes content not suited for minors

Includes - pet names/oral f/m receiving/cum swallowing

You sighed in exhaustion, dropping your bag at the entrance of your apartment.

Kicking your shoes off, you walked in the kitchen to grab a glass of wine, just to celebrate the end of a super stressful day at work.

You poured the wine in your glass, not even noticing your husband walking through the door until he spoke.

“You didn’t even greet me yet, (Y/N)” he spoke as he walked closer to you.

“I’m sorry darling” you pressed a kiss to his lips. Brushing through his hair with your fingers.

“Rough day at work. Do you want a glass?” You gestured to the wine bottle sitting on the counter.

Kento nodded, taking the glass from your hands with a small smile.

You swirled the liquid in your your glass around, watching the reflection of the light in the wine.

“Was it that bad today?” Kento asked you, looking at your exhausted form with a frown.

“Yeah, these customers weren’t the nicest today, to say the least. I had to be careful not to yell at them at times” you pushed your hair back with a sigh, the thought of the last hours made your head ache.

He was aware of your job, while you surely got enough money to stand on your own legs, you often came home tired and annoyed.

“Why don’t you blow of some steam every once in a while?” his first thought wasn’t inherently sexual, but when he saw your smirk he instantly realized how his statement came across.

“Oh~ and what are you thinking of, exactly?”

He cleared his throat, explaining that he’d be open to your ideas, since it was his intention to get your mind of your job and he wanted to make you feel good to the best of his abilities.

You pressed your finger to your lips in false innocence, thinking about all the things the two of you could do, or rather, how he could make you feel nothing but pleasure.

“Let me please you, (Y/N)” he said, placing his glass down on the coffee table and scooting closer to your body.

“I like the sound of that, dear~

get to the bed” you ordered and Kento stood up to walk over to your shared bedroom, you were following close behind.

He could feel his heart thumping against his rib cage, it sent shivers of anticipation down his spine.

Sure, you had your experiences in the bedroom, but he could never tell what you’d pull out of your sleeve next, you always knew how to keep him on his toes.

And that’s only one of the things he loves about you.

He compliantly laid down on the bed after you ordered him to, propping himself up on his elbows as he looked at you expectantly.

“How about you let me ride your face, darling?”

You said it so seductively and without any shame, it made his pants tighten uncomfortably.

He captured your lips in a kiss, a kiss wich you quickly took control of as your tongue was exploring his warm mouth.

After you parted due to the lack of oxygen, both panting, a string of saliva connected the both of you.

“Lay down, Kento”

He did as he was told, lying back on the bed, his eyes fixated on your form standing by the bed, quickly relieving yourself of your clothes.

His eyes wandered over every curve, every dip in your body with adoration, you were always the most gorgeous thing he laid eyes upon.

“Look at you, and I haven’t even really done anything yet” you cooed, watching his chest heaving up an down. As your gaze wandered lower you could clearly see the outlines of his boner through his tight pants.

“Strip” he looked at you in surprise, his eyes were still trailing over your naked body.

When he noticed your questioning stare, he started unbuttoning his shirt and taking of his pants.

When he laid completely bare before you, a smile grazed your lips.

“You’re so gorgeous, Kento” your finger traced the outlines of his abs, feeling his muscles move underneath your digits.

“Let me make you feel good, (Y/N), forget about work” his hands grabbed your hips and moved your body forwards, your aching cunt only hovering centimeters in front of his face.

The sweet smell that came from it was intoxicating for him.

He let out a soft gasp as you pushed yourself down on his face, his mouth lapping at your soft folds.

You felt a wave of relief wash over you when you felt his tongue experimentally lick over the soft flesh of your warmth.

“Oh Kento~ exactly what I needed” you gasped out when you felt his tongue prod at your entrance. His hands massaged the soft skin of your ass while he was holding your warmth over his head.

Your hands grabbed onto the headboard to steady yourself as you grinded down on the mouth of your boyfriend, who let out a startled moan at the action but kept moving nonetheless.

He felt your hips move against his mouth, chasing your own pleasure and relief with shaky breaths and gasps of his name.

“You’re doing so good- so good for me!” His tongue licked over your throbbing cunt, enjoying the sensation of your warm slick in his mouth, a pleased moan sending vibrations through your body.

You kept moving your hips rapidly, Kento pushed his tongue even further inside of you and you felt your legs tremble.

“God- Kento, I’m close- let me cum on that pretty face of yours” you whispered, mind clouded over with the pleasure you were experiencing.

He moaned, sucking on your clit with excitement when your orgasm shook your body, your juices leaking out of you.

You came with a broken cry of his name, your job was the last thing that was on your mind right now.

Kento’s tongue was licking over your dripping folds, savoring the taste of your sweet juices.

“My my~” you removed yourself from his face, sitting down lower on his abdomen.

He wrapped his arms around your middle and took one of your breasts into his mouth, sucking and licking over your sensitive nipples.

“You can’t get enough of me, can you?” You gently brushed through his hair and kissed the top of his head.

That deep hum of his made you sigh.

Kento let go of your breast with a small ‘pop’ and was about to go over to the other one, but you gently stopped him.

“Let me take care of you too, I’m sure all of this made you extremely hard”

And your assumptions were proven to be correct when you glanced down at his aching cock, the tip was colored in a beautiful red and a bead of precum was forming at the swollen tip.

When you looked back at your boyfriend, he bit the inside of his mouth while he looked anywhere but you.

So you wasted no time in placing your mouth at the tip of his cock, pressing a few kisses to the top, tasting him on your tongue.

“Ah- (Y/N)..” Kento sighed in bliss when he felt your mouth engulf his length.

Your hand played with his balls while your mouth was rapidly moving up and down his cock, tracing the vein at the underside of it with your tongue.

“M-mhh-“ curses and incoherent mumbling fell from his lips, his head was pressed back into the pillow.

He could only feel the insides of your mouth dragging against him and the vibrations of your moans on his length.

You could hear his breathing stagger, hips bucking up to press further into your mouth.

He felt your throat tightening around him, and that pushed him over the edge to release his warm seed inside of your mouth with a loud cry of your name.

After he calmed down from his orgasm, you lifted your head and gently stroked his inner thigh.

“Thank you Kento” you placed a kiss on his sweaty skin.

“You know how to make a woman happy”

[too-many-baes]

Cito Books

Pairing: Fem!reader x Peter Maximoff

Warning(s): N/A

Word Count: 2.2K

Summary: AU where a bookstore owner is enchanted with a man who regularly frequents her shop. She guesses he’s taken as he brings in two kids constantly but litle does she know that he is pining after her just the same - requested by the ever lovely @steve-chandler​

A/N: Wow, what’s this? Another long overdue request? It couldn’t be, but it is!! I’m so sorry about that wait, but if you haven’t already completely lost interest in wee Peter here you go. (p.s your other one is still in the works) xx

I hope you all enjoy!

A bell’s chime fills the small room you occupy, your favourite sound of the day. Shortly after the initial sound, two sets of small but loud footsteps thump out as they race across the dark ochre floorboards of your shop.

“Girls, calm down!” Your smile only grows as the voice you had been anticipating follows the girls. You giggle lightly to yourself, propping your upper body up on your elbows to peer out your office window. Standing directly in your line of sight was your favourite customer, despite the fact he was one of your more recent regulars. A smile stretches across his face as he watches them run down into the children’s section, reaching up and mussing the shaggy silver mop that sat atop his head. You let your eyes linger on the movement, watching the sun filtering in from the long front window and glistening in his locks.

You realise that you’d let your eyes rest on him too long, as he turned around at the feeling of being watched to see your eyes on him. The longing of your stare was obviously lost on him as his smile remained and he lifted his hand in a cheery wave. Your cheeks instantly flush as you extend a much smaller wave than his own before putting your attention back down to your inventory logs where it should have been all along. Best not to dream about things you can’t have.

You loved your wee office. It was situated directly behind your counter by the front door, which meant with its window, it allowed you to simultaneously work and keep an eye on your shop, Cito Books, all at once. The room had a door, but you opted to never shut it, instead a wedge kept it permanently open to allow you to hear customers calling out to you. Today was no exception.

“Y/N!” The younger of the twos voice rang out from the back corner clear as day. You promptly leave your chair and make the short journey to where all three patrons now sat on the matt in the children’s nook.

“Yes Lorna?” You ask, your eyes occasionally flicking towards the silver haired man who had an easy smile resting on his lips. You can’t help but let your eyes briefly look at his hand splayed out on the rug. No wedding ring still.

“Do you have the next Rainbow Magic book?”

“Well what one are you up to?”

“Izzy the Indigo Fairy!” She exclaims excitedly, her sister still intently staring at the shelves in search of the book her sister so desperately wanted.

“I think we just got it in actually, give me one second,” you say, even though you know full well it had come in with your most recent stock. You fetch it from one of several boxes in your office before nonchalantly presenting it to the ecstatic girl.

“Wait, I thought you didn’t have this one last week?” The still seated man asks with a quirked eyebrow.

“Well Mr- ” You go to answer him before you are interrupted as he stands and speaks.

“How many times do I gotta tell you? It’s Peter.” The smile he gives you as he absent-mindedly swipes his hands on his jeans makes your cheeks flush again. You hated that you loved the impact he had on you. You wordlessly asked Lorna with a gesture if you could take the book back. She passes it to you and you lead the three to the counter to process the purchase, replying as you do.

“Well Peter we actually just happened to get it in so…” You let your feeble reply fade off as you ring up the book and place it into one of your paper bags, refusing to meet the eyes you knew were on you.

“If I didn’t know any better Y/N I’d say that you got it in especially for us.” Just as you suspected, when you dared to briefly meet his gaze he had a cheeky smirk on his lips and mischief in his eyes. You involuntarily gulp before passing the book to eager outstretched hands.

“That’ll be $14.99.” You fail to find anything to say that would dispel his absolutely correct assumption. He shakes his head slightly at his verbal victory before pulling out his wallet and handing you a twenty dollar note, telling you to keep the change. You immediately protest this, as he supports your little store plenty without needing to not take his change but he was having none of it, firmly placing his wallet back in his pocket where his hand remained. You give him what was supposed to be a disapproving look as you put the money into the till with a ‘thank you’, him merely giving a jovial shrug of the shoulders in return.

“Isn’t that the last one in the series?” The other little girl, Wanda, finally pipes up. You reply with a smile.

“It is actually, but don’t worry there’s a whole other series that comes right after.”

“Do you have it?” Lorna asks, quick as a snap.

“No not just at the moment.” You reply with a slight frown. Peter places a hand on both the girls’ shoulders, gently starting to lead them out the door.

“Don’t worry though, if we’re really lucky it might just be here next week,” he says with that signature cheeky smirk and a wink. Even though he had assumed correctly, you weren’t about to admit he’d been right. “We’ll see you next week Y/N,” he yells over his shoulder, turning his head once they are out of the shop to wave at you through the window as they leave your sight down the street.

“See you next week,” you say with a smile to an empty shop. You rest your head on your hands as you stare at the space that they once occupied. The family had probably only been coming in for a month, yet you could confidently say they were your favourite customers. There’s just something about him that never failed to put a smile on your face, even from the first moment you saw him.

You shrug yourself out of your thoughts, settling on sorting your new stock. Even if he wasn’t married, which he still could be for all you knew, he had two kids. There was more than likely someone in the picture, so you needed to rid your thoughts of the cheeky silver haired man. Even if you didn’t want to.

*

Over the next few months you saw Peter more often alone than with the girls. He had taken to coming in sometimes as often as twice a week, just browsing rack after rack that hadn’t changed since the last time he was in. Some days you’d engage in idle conversation, some days you were too busy with customers to chat with him, but that would not deter him in visiting. You thought occasionally that he was looking your way, yet every time you turned to face him his eyes were firmly on the shelves. Just wishful thinking you supposed.

You had felt a lot of strange gusts of wind in the shop recently, and you had no idea where they were coming from. Sometimes pages in books would rustle when nothing had happened, and gusts of air had taken to flying past your face, catching loose strands of hair in its motion. You had investigated your store thoroughly and came up flat, no holes or crevices that so much draft could be coming through. The events puzzled you when it happened, but for the most part you left it be. If only you knew the source.

You see, Peter was taken with you. From the first moment he had stepped foot in your store and was greeted by your smiling mouth that bid him welcome he’d been under your spell. He usually took the girls to a different book store but as soon as he had found out you owned the quaint bookshop, he had yet to take his business anywhere else.

He wanted to see more of you, he couldn’t help himself. He found himself through that front door more often than he’d like to admit. He’d walked the shelves so many times that you’d probably never have to do another stock take again, he could just recite your inventory to you.

He couldn’t help but watch you. How you gleamed when recommending books to customers. How you chirped up when your doorbell chimed. How you tidied your shelves and store daily, making sure your shop was always pristine. The pride you took in your work was evident, and Peter loved your passion, sometimes whizzing by in super speed just to see the glint in your eyes for a fraction longer. He was lost in thought when a voice rang out.

“Something I can help with?” He jolted slightly, dropping a book out of his hands in shock. Somehow he had been so lost in thought that he hadn’t even noticed you approaching, and didn’t manage to catch the book before it hit the ground.

“I’m so sorry,” you say with a joking lilt to your voice as you retrieve the fallen book and place it back on the shelf, “I didn’t mean to frighten you.” He lets out a breathy laugh, scratching the back of his neck out of embarrassment.  

“You must be too quick for me.” You laugh at his joke, despite not knowing it was much more for himself than for you.

“So, anything in particular you were looking at Mr- ,” the quirk in his eyebrow stops your sentence dead in its tracks, “Peter.” A smile springs to his lips at his name leaving your lips.

“No you’re okay,” his eyes involuntarily flick between your rose tinted lips and your eyes before looking back at the shelf, the motion making a shiver dance down your spine, “I was just browsing.” You nod at him, not wanting to call out the fact that he’s browsed everything there is to be browsed, because frankly you didn’t mind his constant company.

“Well, I’ll be just over in the kids’ corner,” you motion to the brightly coloured area, “let me know if there’s any other books your daughters might want.” You smile at him intending to make your way there but the puzzled look on his face stops you in your tracks, your expression mirroring his. “Did I say something?” You question quietly.

“Daughters?” He says incredulously, you simply nod your head. “Y/N, Lorna and Wanda are my half-sisters, I just look after them when I can.” Your eyebrows furrow before they raise in surprise.

“Oh!” You exclaim, nodding your head at the new revelation and what that might mean. “Well, that’s great!” Shaking your head you go to the kids’ corner to sit on the matt and tidy the shelf, cheeks flushed with your last statement.

“Yea it’s pretty great,” Peter says following you, sitting in the much too small pink chair directly behind you, “they’re great girls.” You hum in acknowledgement, smiling over your shoulder to show your agreeance. You were dying to ask him if he was single but didn’t know how to approach the topic.

“So you’ve got no kids of your own then?” You ask instead, trying to make yourself seem busy enough to offset how much you wanted to know his answer.

“No.” He replies simply, making you think he was not going to divulge any more. “No partner to have kids with either, so none for a while.” You can’t help the giddy sensation that fills your chest. He was single. You felt like you had to act upon this new found information but once again the silvery man had you at a loss.

“So you’re single?” You pluck up the courage to ask, standing from your spot and walking to your counter, avoiding eye contact as you do so. Peter follows and leans on the opposite side of the counter to you, keeping his eyes on your face.

“Free as a bird.” You grin at him, finally having the courage to meet his expectant gaze. Something in them said that you weren’t alone in your feelings, that maybe you made him feel the same as he did you. You can do this. Just ask him.

“How free are you at 5:30 tonight?” Your sentence that you hoped would come out smooth and collected came out rushed and jumbled, making him let a soft breath out.

“Free enough that I could get dinner. If I had someone to go with.”

“I could do dinner.” You can feel the giddiness radiating on your face leaching into your voice, completely nullifying the indefinite you spoke in.

“Alright, 5:30 then. It’s a date.” With that, he reaches over and gives your nearest hand a gentle squeeze before parting with a wink and the dinging of the bell.

You let out a contented sigh, finally allowing yourself to not feel guilty about your pining, knowing clearly he was feeling the same. No more staring and imagining, you had a date with him. Tonight.

And you couldn’t wait for 5:30 to tick around.

[maoam]

Okay so, I’m not the anon who was upset at you about you talking of Sasuke and his femininity, but I think you misinterpreted what they were saying. Before I explain why, I want to preface this by saying that I’m not defending anon. They were mean to you and super passive aggressive, and that’s not right, but I AM defending their argument.

The way I saw it, their issue with your arguments regarding sasunaru/narusasu was that you contradict yourself. You’re trying to make a point of Sasuke not being characterized accurately by sasunaru shippers, and that’s a valid argument that I myself agree with. That’s why I gravitate towards narusasu content more. You make great points on why the sasunaru side of the sns fandom make Naruto/Sasuke ooc, and your arguments about the issue stemming from women self inserting themselves into the ship is pretty solid, for example.

HOWEVER— you bringing femininity and masculinity into your arguments feels contradictory and hypocritical. Reason being, you’re arguing that sasunaru shippers hyperfeminize Naruto in their content... But you’re doing the same thing. You’re doing the same thing by bringing up Sasuke’s femininity in every single one of your posts to the point where your arguments become redundant and contrived, even though it is canon.

Now, I do agree that Sasuke is generally portrayed as more feminine, and I’m not saying that you’re the same as some sasunaru shippers for pointing out the obvious when it comes to Sasuke’s feminine traits, nor am I saying that what you point out in regards to Sasuke’s femininity/masculinity isn’t true, because a lot of it is, but the way you go about the whole matter, as I said before, is weird because you bring it up so often. THAT is the issue.

You bring it up TOO often. It would have been okay if you made a post solely on the topics of masculinity and femininity with Naruto and Sasuke, and made a connection on why sasunaru doesn’t make sense to you. That would have been understandable. This subject of masc/fem is it’s own thing. But bringing it up all the time just really demeans what you’re arguing for, and, in the end, makes you sound like you’re fetishizing feminine men and projecting that onto Sasuke, which is unfortunate.

Bringing up feminity so often gives the reader the impression that this is personal to you now, and your arguments against sasunaru should not stem from the characters masculinity and femininity. I understand that it is a big factor as to why Naruto/Sasuke are made ooc in the sasunaru (and narusasu) fandom (which is what you’re arguing against), but in doing so, you become the very thing you’re arguing against and you lose a lot of who the characters are by confining them into these two categories (masc/fem.)

I understand that it wasn’t your intention to come across what way, and that the point of your arguments is that Naruto and Sasuke are equals, and sasunaru shippers don’t always portray them this way. But is it really necessary to bring up Sasuke’s femininity all the time? You bring it up so often that it feels like that’s the only thing you hold on to. And, if I’m being frank, it’s kind of obvious that you prefer narusasu not just because narusasu portrays Naruto/Sasuke as more in character. You think Sasuke is pretty and feminine, and you just straight up prefer him to be the bottom. It makes sense to you. And dude... That is okay. This is purely fictional and you do you, own it. But having said this, because you come across as having a preference to narusasu beyond characterization, your arguments begin to sound like excuses for your preference. And the focus on Sasuke’s femininity reinforces this.

This assumption can very well be wrong, you tell me. But even if it is, the fact that you come across as what I said above is still there.

I’ll end this by saying that I didn’t say all of this to make you feel bad, certainly no. I follow you because I agree with what you say, but when anon brought up femininity I just had to say something because, as an avid follower of yours, the topic of femininity does become superfluous in your content, and I think you misunderstood their criticisms, even if they were misplaced.

Yeah, I brought them up more than once because I see the opposite often. So it’s to push back against something I dislike. Because I can’t really go onto blogs without seeing the same old stuff I have seen since 2004. And also why I don’t really follow Naruto blogs other than like two blogs.

I also see why too often people bash and be aggressive towards any other portrayal, to the point of harassing artists. So I might as well point out it’s not far off to draw Sasuke as pretty or more feminine than Naruto.

I have shipped m/m ship where both were really manly, I actually don’t consider either Naruto or Sasuke really manly (at least not when compared to those two) so I don’t have a “need” to have a feminine and masculine man in a ship. To add to that, I don’t consider either Naruto or Sasuke as really “manly” (at least not when compared to those two) and neither girly behavior wise. That’s not what the “feminine” stuff is about. It’s just the contrast and the yin/yang stuff I find interesting. Also this is about a fictional work where two characters are written to contrast each other and it’s interesting to look into how these concepts are put into the work.

Aside from that, I do not like all the portrayals that can be seen in NS works either. I dislike “housewife” concept that can be found in both SN and NS works, because I can’t see that for either Naruto or Sasuke, I think they both would be bored to be in that kind of role. I do not like non-con. I also think people make Sasuke too girly sometimes. I also don’t like too heteronormative roles that can be found in both SN and NS. But the criticism about the things that can be found in NS are everywhere already. Way more often criticised.

To add to that, I actually feel it’s hard to find art (or fics for that matter, which is even harder) that really hits my preferences. So far I like what I have managed to gather in my #shipping tag and I don’t think any of them are offensive or fetishy.

Like I said maybe I’m just not good at explaining my points but eh. I have other topics in the making but the texts are a bit too long (because I have too much to say sigh) and I’m trying to edit them to be more enjoyable to read (since I’m not that good at writing as people can probably tell) so maybe that’s why my content is boring and I apologize for that I guess.

[meximorrita]

He stares at you every time you look away

Pairing: Mezo Shoji x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff

This is super Self-indulgent, Shoji is my fav boy

Moving to the UA dorms had been the best thing that could ever happened to you. Now you got six new sisters from class 1A. The connection between all of you was genuine, you cared for them as they did for you. Some nights, you used to stay awake to chat about anything that crossed your minds; a breath of no-boys-air. Just like tonight. As you were struggling trying to braid Momo’s gorgeous hair you could hear Jirou tuning her guitar. Ochaco was busy trying not to mess up Tsuyu’s nails, a cute style that they’ve seen on one of Hagakure’s magazines; and Mina, well she had put a facial mask on a while ago but at this point you were pretty sure she had fallen asleep.

The sound of a notification from your phone, followed by a dozen more got everybody’s attention, they even woke up Mina. -Oh! Mina can you pass my phone, please? – The sleepy girl did but couldn’t help to take a look at the screen. Her eyes went wide open as she saw that the notifications were from Mezo: texts, tags, replies. -OMG! – she shook your phone midair, wanting an answer -Y/N! What is the meaning of this?! I didn’t know you talked with Mezo so much. You, love doves! –. You yelped accidentally pulling Momo’s hair, winning a small squeal -Oh, shoot! I am sorry! – All eyes were on you thanks to your obvious reactions. You felt a heat invading your face, but you brushed it off -Well…yes, but we are just buddies. It’s No big deal- you grabbed your phone quite aggressively. – It looks like it is a big deal to you, y/n – added Jirou. You shrugged in silence trying to act cool.

You scrolled down the notifications and slightly smiled at the screen. He is so cute you told yourself. Ochaco noticed this -I know that smile-. Of course she did. You sighed giving up -Maybe. Just maybe… He is just too kind with me- you felt your heart racing – but that’s his nature. -Oh! I knew it! - screamed Hagakure. -Yeah, yeah. You got me. I don’t want to try anything, not until being sure how he feels about me. – Everyone knew he wasn’t a guy of many words and that a mystery aura surrounded him, he was tough to read, however that didn’t stop you from feeling something in your chest anytime you were with him. He was charming: the way he was always willing to help you or staying late night texting with you when you couldn’t sleep. It could be that he felt something too, but assuming it was too egocentric, you thought.

-Well, of course he likes you- assured Momo. -Whaaaaat!?- you jumped behind her. Everyone agreed. – We might haven’t known him for a long time, but we’ve noticed how...- -How HE acts extra nice towards YOU- Mina interrupted Yaomomo. Were you sweating? Was your heart gonna pump out of your chest? Was it true? -No, girls, I…- -What? – asked Jirou -It is obvious, y/n. He stares at you every time you look away – You felt how your heart suddenly stopped -How do you know that? - you demanded – Girl, I am literally sitting behind him. I can see how his head turns around searching for you- Jirou explained -Oh! And once I got to see how a Dupli-eye peeked at you -. You hid your face between your palms -Why didn’t you tell me before? – you asked to them, but you did to god as well. -We thought you were doing your move already- clarified Ochaco.

They explained the situation some more, however it was still hard to believe. The subject eventually changed but you weren’t with them anymore, your head was stuck in the thought of him. That night sleeping was impossible, and your phone witnessed it but didn’t help. “Yo’ girls. Thanks for making me lovesick” read your message that no one received that late. Then it popped.

“What are you doing awake at this hour? Have some sleep” Mezo. 4:07 am

You screamed into your pillow. For a moment you truly believed in the law of attraction.

“hey. What are YOU doing awake at this hour?”

“I went to the bathroom aaaand I asked you first”

“I am thinking too much” you replied

“about what?”

About you. Your fingers typed and erased. “some things”

“You want to talk about it?”

“I’d prefer to do it in person” Then it hit you “You got any problem with seeing me at 6 am?”

“No but, why?”

“I need fresh air. Want to make me company?”

“Sure”

That was the last message sent. Somehow those few texts got you at ease. You were now sure what you were going to do. You listened to your heart: you surely liked that boy. With that in mind, you let yourself sleep once you set your alarm at 6 am.

The soft music playing from your phone woke you up. You got up from the bed and looked into the mirror, oh man, you looked tired but there was something you got to do. You exited the building as the lilac of the sky painted the landscape in front of you. He was standing next to the stairs leaning on a column; his broad body turned to greet you as he heard the door open -morning- he muttered. -Morning- you smiled softly at the sight of him, you sit next to him and he followed you. -Then, what kept you awake? – his deep voice broke the silence. You, your mind answered -I might have fallen in love- your mouth said. You weren’t looking at him, you were far too embarrassed to do so; plus, words flooded better looking at that precious sky.

-Oh- He dry answered but his insides turned into a mess. So many questions invaded his mind, being the main Were you in love with him? He prepared himself for the worst: you telling him about a new love that stole your heart. His illusion quickly turned into insecurity. But he had to play along -With who? – his gaze followed yours to the lilac sky. -As if you didn’t know -. That answer baffled him. Could it be…? – I don’t like to do assumptions- he added. You faced him with the softest smile you had to offer – I know, but I can’t simply tell you that I have a crush on you- your spitted, totally conscious of what you were doing.

He stiffened as his eyes blew open-Me?!-. You nodded -No one else. You had been on my mind all this time and I just can’t hide how happy you make me, Mezo – your head was pounding. -You…you have been on my mind as well, y/n- -I know- you giggled. Your hand met his as you let the silence speak all what you needed to say.

[lennydaisy]

EPIPHANY SERIES // OUTER BANKS // CHAPTER ONE.

(n.) a moment when you suddenly feel that you understand. or suddenly become conscious of something that is very important to you.

“Care to seize the day, my friend?”

Outer Banks                                                                                                                  Season 1-                                                                                                                   FEM OC! and ?

Here's the Prologue in case you haven’t read it already <3 Check it out!

There is something that I should probably tell you: My Dad went missing at sea nine months ago looking for a shipwreck. Heavy, I know. My dad has always been obsessed with the waves and their secrets. Going above and beyond with his research just to understand the smallest corners of the ocean. I still remember the day he told me about this amazing ship called ‘The Royal Merchant’ like it was yesterday.

Bursting through the tarnished door of the Château, kicking my shoes off as I rushed into the kitchen, “Dad! Look what my friend made me,” I announced causing my dad to jump, smacking his head on the cabinet that he was tucked within, screwdriver in hand.

“Ow. Fuck!” he hissed and I gasped at the man, pointing accusingly at the jar which reads 'Pay up, Chuck!’. Grunting, but not objecting, he pulls out a dollar, stuffing it in the jar before turning around staring at my innocent face.

“You have a mark,” I giggled and gestured his whole face, “There,” and he just asked “Has it damaged my handsome face?” which I instantly shake my head at saying, “Of course not.”

“That’s my girl,” he ruffles my hair causing me to huff and swat away his hands as he pulls out a chair now looking eye-level at me, “And what’s this?” he asked, gently taking the delicate origami boat out of my small hands.

“It’s a boat,” I stated the obvious, “My friend and I are going to sail it tomorrow at the boat race,” I said proudly with my hands on my hips

“Oh really,” he raised his eyebrows at me, brushing his fingers over the pink initials on the side of the 'boat’.

’M&T’

“Yes. My friend has a remote control boat that he’s going to race and I want to take part too, so he made me this,” I confess, eyes sparkling at the boat my dad’s fiddling with, “It’s good isn’t it?”

My dad just looked at me, “Do you really want to enter the boat race?” he asked, his eyes searching mine for any sign of uncertainty.

“Well yeah,” I tilted my head, “Do you think I’ll win?”

“Can I show you something?” he asked ignoring my question which I scrunched my nose at, but nodded none the less. My paper boat still in hand, dad made his way over to his office and I followed behind cautiously, stopping at the door, peering in at him as he sits at his desk, “Come in Ladybug.”

Placing my boat at the head of his desk, he beckons me over, tapping the photographs he pulled out. It was a ship. I had never seen a ship like it before. It had huge, white sails that were propelled forward with the weight of the wind. Painted coal black with the most luxurious gold lining along the sides, but what stood out the most was the angel. At the bow of the ship, there was the most beautiful sculpture, its wings spread and arms wide, welcoming the waves that it cruised through.

“Wow,” was all I could say and my dad seemed to understand the overwhelmingness, “Amazing, isn’t it?” he asked and I nodded agreeing wholeheartedly.

“Imagine sailing that in the boat competition,” I dreamed, I could see it then. Me, standing tall and proud, captains hat on my head, sword in hand as I order us forward, trusting the directions of the angel.

“That would be something,” he muses tapping my nose as I was causing condensation to gather on the photo with how closely I was examining at it, “But sadly this ship sank a long time ago.”

The news shocked me. 'How could such a breathtaking ship just sink?’ I thought, so I asked just that.

“Well, sometimes ships don’t always make it through their voyage,” he reasoned and I looked at him with careful eyes, “Maybe it was pirates?” I suggested.

“Pirates?” he laughed, leaning back in his chair, watching with amusement as I darted around his office reenacting the scene of a Pirate trying to steal the ship, “Argh! Where be the gold?”  a pencil held accusingly in his direction.

“At the bottom off the ocean.”

His abruptness caused me to lose character as I stared at him in curiosity, “Wait, really?” I jumped on his desk, my act is long forgotten as I swung my legs back and forward. He just nods, eyes wrinkling with a wide smile.

I grabbed his hand, shaking it, “Then what are we waiting for? Let go get it,”  my innocence was nothing short of entertaining for my dad, “It’s a little harder than that, ladybug,” he answered, my shoulders dropping at his response, “And what would you do with $500 million in gold, huh?”

$500 million!? Ignoring my initial shock and answered back with the utmost certainty, “I’d go, full Kook.”

He chuckled at my honesty, reaching down for the old box that was sitting beside his chair. Pulling off the tape and rummaging through the brown tissue paper as I sneezed at the dust that danced around in the air.

He pulled out a boat. It was like a replica of the 'Royal Merchant’ with a bit of character. Its blue paint peeling off the sides and the single sail sitting askew at the mast. Passing it gently to me he said, “I want you to sail this at the boat competition tomorrow,” he announced as he timidly waited for my reaction.

“I know it’s old and not remote-controlled-” placing the boat beside me, I lunged forward pulling my dad in for a hug. The hairs on his chin digging into my shoulder caused me to back away slightly, “Thank you, Dad,” I whispered.

Picking up the boat, I stared at it proudly.

My own Royal Merchant.

“I call it… the 'HMS Pogue.”

I miss him.

Life was so much easier when I was five. No worries or responsibilities. Life was just… good.

Three months after he went missing the police declared him dead, but John B and I weren’t giving up. Until I see a body, I’m not signing anything.

As for mom, you’ve probably had a better chance of seeing her than I have. She left when we were three years old and moved to Colorado. At least John B said it was Colorado.

Then there’s the legend himself, Uncle T. I say legend because I haven’t seen him in years, for all I know he might not even be real. Since dad vanished he is supposed to be our legal guardian. However, he’s currently in Mississippi for construction, 'Building an Empire’, as he explained to me over the phone, or did he. No, he really did, something about him 'making his way up in the world.’Good for him, I guess?

So, for the time being, it’s just been, Johnny Boy and I. A pair of unemancipated teenagers who have been living on our own.

“It has come to our attention that you’re two unemancipated minors living on your own,” Cheryl says sighing, taking off her glass staring us down as if daring us to tell her otherwise.

John B and I exchange looks before turning back to Cheryl who looks at us expectingly, “No,” John B laughs scoffing at her 'assumption’. She tilts her head at John B, turning to me waiting for my Input, “Sounds false,” I say, going back to clicking the rather expensive pen that I nabbed off her desk.

Rolling her eyes at the pair of us, “What I need from you two is honesty,” reaching over in an attempt to snatch the pen out of my hand. I just hold it my above my head out of her reach with a childish smile. Sighing, she slumps back in her chair, “I want to help you. That’s what we want, right?” she continues.

“Yeah, we’ll be honest,” John B nods as I hold up three fingers, “Scouts honour,” I smile at the lady.

Letting out another sigh, 'God, she sighs a lot,’ she begins to write, “When was the last time you both saw your uncle?” she asks.

Not even having to look at my brother, I already know what he was going to say, “34 minutes ago,” we both announce. Cheryl glances up from her papers, squinting at our synchronization, “And when was the last time you saw him?”

“Two hours and 43 minutes ago,” I say again in sync with John B who shudders at the fact that I knew exactly what he was going to say. Shrugging off his wide eyes, I stare at Cheryl who places down her pen, hands now clasped professionally on her desk, “We’re going to come out tomorrow, to speak with your uncle. If he’s not there, we’re going to move forward with foster care.”

With that, John B and I stand up moving our way to the door, my knees slightly shaking at the lady’s words. John B holds the door open for me but pauses when Cheryl calls out, “I can assure you, both of you, we will find a safe and loving home,”

Turning back once more, “You don’t want this back, do you?” I ask, dangling the turquoise Tiffany pen catching her attention again.

“I’ll collect it when we come by tomorrow,” she dismisses.

'Right. Tomorrow.’

“How did you do that?” John B questions as we walk towards the van, “Do what?” I ask, sticking the pen behind my ear.

“Know what I was going to say to Cheryl,” He answers fishing the keys out of his pocket, “Because we’re psychic, remember?”

Feeling the lack of presence beside me, I turn to see John B just eyeing me down. Shrugging my shoulders, I reply, “You think out loud,” referring to John B’s concerning amount of mumbling before arriving here.

“I do not,” he mutters walking up to the driver’s side of the van, “also,  you weren’t a scout,” he calls out.

“I know,” I admit, “It just made me feel less bad about lying.”

Sitting in the uncomfortable heat, my back sticking to the ripped leather seats, my head running with thoughts, I ask, “Do you think they’ll split us up?”

Looking out the rolled-down window all I see is passing houses and blurred faces. I see people with no worries and I can’t help but feel helpless in my situation. We have no control over anything that happens. Sure we can run, but how long is it until we run out of breath?

Sometimes I just wish we could go back in time, back to when my biggest problem in life was arguing with Pope that it was a useless skill knowing the first thirty numbers of PI. It’s impressive, super nerdy, but still impressive, and also completely useless. ’See, I still can’t get over it.’

“Is that what you’re so worried about? Us being split up,” he questions, now understand why the first five minutes of the drive home was unnaturally silent.

“Well yeah, doesn’t it scare you too? The thought of living with another family who have no idea who we are and take pity on us because our dad went missing,” my voice cracking slightly at the mention of dad. Even after nine months, it’s still hard to believe that he’s just… gone. Things like that don’t just happen. Not here. Not now.

“Hey,” he says rubbing my knee, I stop picking at my bracelet, looking up at him with damp eyes, “Foster care is the last place we’ll be going, okay?” Despite the niggling at the back of my head, I sheepishly nod at him now feeling stupid for getting upset about something that I knew John B would never allow to happen.

“And beside’s if they did split us up, which they won’t 'cause we’re not going to foster care, you’d for sure be given back after they realise how much of a pest you are,” I couldn’t help but laugh at his comment, rubbing my hand under my nose, “Oh, I’m the pest?” I cough, leaning my back against the door looking accusingly at the boy.

“100%. You know what your problem is?” looking in my direction quickly making sure I was still listening to him, a knowing smirk covering his face, “You love me too much and you can’t bare the thought of living without me.”

I know what he’s was saying was meant to be joke, but it holds truth behind it. I don’t know where I would be without John B. Say its because we’re twins and we naturally have that bond together, but he has been a constant rock throughout my life. He has always been there, not only from birth.

From when he learned how to walk before me and would attempt to lift me by my head urging me to do the same. From our first day at school, when we walked hand in hand through the gates. From my first relationship that didn’t last longer than a day because I got him to hand the poor boy a note saying 'I wanted to break up’.

I don’t know why I thought this would be any different.

John B didn’t have to be my friend. He could have just left it at 'sister’ and that’s it. But he didn’t and he never would. I might be his sister first and foremost, but secondly, I’m also his friend. A friend that he can tell anything to. A friend who he can lean on when times get tough. A friend who will always be there for him. I support and love him as a sister and as a friend.

He’s my rock.

“I really couldn’t,” I admit knowing fine well that if John B wasn’t here I wouldn’t want to know who I’d be. I’d be a completely different person and that’s a person I’d rather not meet.

“Don’t get all sappy on me now,” he says pulling up to the Château,  bringing the van to a stop. Pushing open the door, I stop when I hear him confess, “I couldn’t live you either,” he smiles at me.

“Look whose being sappy now,” closing the door behind me, making my way round to the front of the house.

“Hey, you’ll be alright on your own for a bit yeah? I’m going to head in town, see what’s up with the storm,” he calls and I just nod and eagerly ask, “Can you bring me home Reese’s cup? Kie ate them all.”

“Pretty sure it was you who ate them all, but sure Mace,” he honks the horn as I wave him off down the road.

The Château. Home sweet home. Well, as sweet as an old fish shack on the marsh can be. It might not look like much, but if you can look past the peeling wallpaper, leaking ceiling, tatted coach, and a terrible internet connection, you’d see a home.

Kicking off my shoes, I welcome in the smell of burnt toast courtesy of John B this morning. 'It’s not burnt, just lightly crisped,’ he said. If you would consider a chard slice on bread to be 'lightly crisped’ then he’s an expert at making toast.

I’ve had a tough day, more like a tough year, but I digress. My dad’s missing, mom’s out of the picture, my uncle is M.I.A, and now the bride of Frankenstein is threatening me with foster care. I deserve a gold star just for not going insane yet.

Pulling out dad’s stash of old records, my eyes flicker until I set sight on the album. 'Elvis’ Gold Records Vol 4,’ smiling fondly at the faded cover, the corners hanging together for dear life with the number of times its been played.

Tactfully, I place the record on the turntable of dad’s '54 Garrard oak record player. Gently I blow on the record until the static scratching fades and Elvis’ soulful voice fills the room with an energy that I can’t help, but dance to.

'You look like an angel, walk like an angel,’

I prance around the room, mumbling the lyrics under my breath, swaying my hips slowly, losing myself for just a moment within the strumming of the bass. Just as fast, I’m jumping around the living room like Tazmanian Devil, flipping my hair as I pretend to be playing the instruments as the chorus drops.

'You’re the devil in disguise, oh yes, you are the devil in disguise,’

I grab the stick of deodorant, using it as a microphone as I yell the lyrics, pointing at my reflection like a rockstar. My eyes instantly closing as a glare of light reflects into my eyes, 'It’s the paparazzi, they’ve found me,’ I thought.

I was wrong.

Squeezing one eye open, still posing in my rockstar stance, I spot the reflection a hysterical JJ hunched over on himself, phone in hand as he runs the other through his hair, “Pope was right, you can’t sing, or dance,” he wheezes, wiping away the streaks running down his red cheeks.

Sighing, I place the deodorant back in its place, turning to face the boy,  my eyes follow him as he types away, nose buried in his phone, 'So much for my big break.’ Flicking off the record, I hear the sound of my singing protruding from JJ’s phone, the boy still laughing at what he had just witnessed.

“You better not show that to anyone,” I threat, holding eye contact with him and he nods, “Don’t worry May, this is for my eyes only,” he sniggers waving his phone around soon shoving it into the back pocket of his shorts.

“Why are you here anyway?” I question watching JJ kick his feet up on the couch, arms crossed leisurely behind his head.  He nods in the direction of his disregard bag that he dumped in the middle of the room, “Well, as you can see, I packed a bag and-”

“And now you’re in my house… why?” I interrupt still failing to see the logic behind him being here. He was here this morning and he was back already?

“Storm Aggies hitting tonight and I know how much you hate storms so, naturally here I am” he excuses, “To protect you,” he explains but I just stayed focussed on the boy with raised eyebrows.

Eventually getting tired of his own excuses, JJ sits up, legs in a basket, picking at the rings on his fingers, “My dad’s been on a three-day bender,” he admits and trails off, “I just don’t want to deal with him right now.”

’Welp, now I feel like an asshole.’

Of course, I know about JJ’s home life and all the terrible shit his dad, if you could even call him that, puts him through. I realised pretty early on in our friendship when he showed up at the Château one day with a shiner. When my dad opened the door he was instantly alarmed at the spurt of colour invading the young boy’s face, but JJ being JJ just brushed it off and said he fell.

My dad wasn’t stupid and had his speculations about JJ’s father, often seeing the drunk man stumbling around the marsh, but he didn’t want to question the boy as he had no idea what he goes through behind closed doors.

That night when JJ went home, dad told both John B and I that we should never go to JJ’s house on our own, but never actually telling us the reason why. As you can probably guess, I didn’t listen to my dad’s wishes, and what I learned that day changed the way I saw JJ.

It was weird. I had never gone this long without seeing the boisterous blonde.

Last week JJ promised me that he would take me to see his dad’s boat. ‘The Phantom’, he called it. After recently seeing how interested I had gotten into boats and ships he wanted to show me his dad’s most prized possession.

So, there I was, sitting at the curb outside my house, two ice-cold ice pops in hand, a strawberry one for me and an orange one for JJ, waiting patiently for the boy in question.

My tongue and lips were tinted pink as my wonderous eyes watched the passing cars and letting out the occasional 'awe’ when dogs strutted past.

'Where is he? His ice pop’s melting,’ I thought as the cold condensation ran down my hands, evaporating as soon as the drips hit the burning tarmac.

'He wouldn’t ditch me, would he?’ I instantly shook away my doubts, 'JJ would never do that, don’t be stupid Mason.’

Sparing a glance over my shoulder I saw dad and John B getting ready to head to the marsh in hopes of catching some drum. When I saw the boat head out into the water, I brushed myself off and ran in the direction of JJ’s house.

Now, I knew that my dad told me never to go there, but I wasn’t planning on chapping his door, I would just hopefully meet him halfway. Maybe he was late?

JJ’s house wasn’t far from mine, I was practically a straight road. Something you’ll notice about the cut is the further you venture in the more, how should I put it, Pogue-like it gets, and JJ’s house was no exception to this.

Having not seen a glimpse of his blonde locks, I wandered down the dirt drive aside of the house.

That’s when I heard it.

Whilst stepping through the long grass, dodging the scattered litter, broken beer bottles, and petrol canisters. I paused. Too scared to move.

“Where do you think you’re going, boy?” I heard a gravelling voice slur, I assumed it was his dad. As skillfully as possible, I tiptoed to the wall of the house, leaning over slightly to peer in through the screened porch.

I don’t know who I saw that day but, it wasn’t my JJ.

My JJ had this aura of mischief around him. My JJ had boisterously messy hair and wild eyes sparkling with strength. My JJ was my knight in shining armour, but the boy I was looking at was… broken. An empty shell. Not at all JJ.

“Out,” was all he said. That’s all he said.

What I saw that day stayed with me forever. I couldn’t watch it. The sight of JJ being tackled to the ground by his dad caused me to gasp, ducking back against the wall, trembling fingers over my mouth as all I could do was listen with numb ears.

I can’t remember how long it went on for, the cries and pleas seemed to play on repeat. The slamming of a car door and the kickback of dirt hitting my shins brung me back to that sad reality. Watching the car speed off with damp eyes, I wobbled my way around the house.

“JJ,” I whispered trying not to frighten the boy, but ultimately doing so when the screen door let out an ear pinching screak.

Once lying on his back, but now he stood defensively before me, eyes wide, “May? What,-” he chocked, using the back of his hand in an attempt to wipe away the blood that crept its way onto his white teeth, “what are you doing here?”

He attempted to shield his face from my wavering eyes, but I still saw. I saw his swollen lip. I saw his bloodshot eyes. I saw the handprints around his neck.

I saw him.

“We were supposed to hang out today,” I reminded him, but instantly shook my head and took a step closer to him as he took one back, bumping into the cabinet causing a cluster of empty beer bottles to smash against the floor.

Crouching down, mumbling something like 'his dads going to kill him,’ he attempts to pick up the shards of glass, hissing as they stuck to his fingers.

Still timid with my actions, I spoke up, “Go grab a first aid kit,” as I looked around the messy living room for a safe way to clean the glass, “I’ve got it,” but the boy just cried.

In front of the broken glass sat a more broken boy, head buried in his hands, knees up to his chest that heaved with panic. It hurt to see JJ like this. It was like seeing what happens behind the curtain and it frankly terrified me. The thought that this had been happening to my best friend and I had no idea.

I was so used to JJ being there for me that I didn’t stop to think 'Who was there for him?’ And that makes me a terrible friend.

I ignored the screaming of the old floorboards under my weight. I ignored the feeling of the glass digging into my knees. I ignored, despite how difficult it was, the guilt that ached my heart.

I just hugged him.

My JJ.

From that day forward I promised myself one thing: that I would never be innocently ignorant of what is going on around me.

Life isn’t always sunshine and daffodils, with peaceful doves and poetic words. Life can be cruel and unfair for a variety of reasons, majority none of our own, and that’s where friends come in. All you have to do is show them that sometimes the grass is greener on the other side and sometimes it isn’t, but that’s okay because as long as you’re there for them, the tiniest shed of light can grow a flower.  

“You’re gonna have to start paying rent dude,” I joke in hopes of lifting his spirit and it partly works as the corners of his mouth twitch upwards, “But hey, you’re always welcome here, alright?”

JJ knows that I would never turn him away, but sometimes he just needs that little bit of reassurance. No matter what, our door is always open, for anyone really, who might need a break from their life because I can guarantee that once they see the shitshow that is my life, they’ll realise that they’re not alone.

Holding eye contact with me, he nods sheepishly, “I know,” causing bliss to erupt in the pit of my stomach.

But shy JJ never lasts very long. That smirk that I know all too well tells me that I’m in for a ride tonight, “Besides, with this fresh, juicy bait that I have on you now, you’d never let me leave.”

There he is, that’s the JJ I know and love.

“You might single-handedly be the most annoying person I’ve ever met.” I just poured a bit of my heart out to this boy and what does he do? He laughs in my face, but I can’t help but giggle at the sight of his eyes popping out at my sudden confession, “Might!? There’s someone else!?”

The night that Storm Agatha hit the Outer Banks was filled with nothing but playful banter, the chugging of many beers, and a friendly, not so friendly, game of Go-Fish.

Whether it was intensional or not, JJ made me forget all about the whirling winds that subtly shook the Château. Instead fogging my mind with his failed attempts to try and cheat himself a win.

I could deny it until the cows come home, but there’s no point.

JJ is my knight in shining armour.

He’s my JJ.

But, I’ll never tell him that.

Chapter One: FIN!

Oft, two flashbacks in one, sounds goos to me. There will be a lot of these throughout this story. I feel as though it helps me establish Mason’s current relationships with those around her, but I’ll let you be the judge of that.

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