#sure my chest hurts and if i sit still for too long i start jittering but that's fine

[merchantarthurn]

so i'm in a zone of temporarily unmedicated for adhd and the only thing i can reliably focus on are the sorts of Sudden, Unavoidable Problems that aren't really sustainable for motivation (unless i'm alright with my heart popping)

turns out Cazador Fight Music elicits such a sense memory of stress it's basically adderall to me. i've sent so many emails in the last hour. i'm so powerful.... unmatched in my emailing prowess.... one might even say ascendant--

[library-of-ohara]

anon requested:

Can I request a n/sfw with Whitebeard where he uses his devil fruit for ummm vibrations and such? Please and thank you!!

Written by: Bee 🐝 @secretsnailor Anon. Are we friends? Did one of my friends write this as a gift for ME? If so, thank you my friend. :D And if NOT, anon. We should be friends because your ideas? 🤝 Go hand-in-hand with mine! I had already started writing something for this and this gave me the boost I needed to finish, so THANK YOU. You didn't say which gender, so I hope F!Reader is alright! If not, you can always come back and ask for GN/M because 🙈 I love me a good Whitebeard prompt.

Whitebeard x F!Reader / NSFW  / 2.5k Summary: Learning Whitebeard could vibrate his own dick, you were determined to try it at least once. How could you not? Warnings: Size difference, cock warmer, kinda exhibitionism, and comes on reader.

You moaned shakily as you felt the walls of your vagina clamp down on the cock currently stuffing you full. It was hard to breathe, the stretch of it on the cusp of too much. Even worse—or better, it really depended on your point of view—the low vibration that caused his dick to constantly jitter inside of you was driving you crazy. Still, the vibration was so weak it barely did anything except work you up with no hint of release.

A dark chuckle made his dick twitch within you and you keened. How long had you been in this position? It felt like ages. You almost regretted asking to do this. Almost. But really, how could you resist? You’re not sure how it came up, but once you found out that Edward could vibrate his own dick you were a goner. You absolutely had to try. Why the Gura Gura no Mi was even capable of doing that was of little concern to you. However, as always, he was worried about hurting you. Although you were taller than average, averages meant nothing to this beast of a man. Edward only agreed to try after you were thoroughly adjusted.

Which brought you to your current position. You were basically a cock warmer for him at this point, something he was greatly enjoying no doubt.

“Doing okay, my dear?” Whitebeard rumbled affectionately from above you.

“Fineeee,” you drawled, sucking down the spit gathering in your mouth. “I’m—ah—ready?” you offered timidly. As expected, all you got back was a distracted hum.

The arm that was pressed against your stomach shifted slightly as he used his hand to flip the page. Edward had positioned himself with his legs stretched out, sitting up in bed, an arm keeping you against his chest. Sitting on his lap like this, you had nowhere to go. He was reading a book while you got ‘comfortable’, he claimed.

An excited knock at the door made your eyes widen as you started squirming. Edward’s arm didn’t move; instead, it pinned you harder against his chest as an excited voice called out, “Pops!” The pressure of his arm against your stomach made all the air whoosh out of you as you struggled to breathe.

It was Ace. Luckily, enough bitching had taught him to at least knock now, whereas before he would just barge right in. Still, Whitebeard put down his book and grabbed up the discarded blanket and pulled it over your legs—covering his as well—letting up the pressure and allowing you to take in more air.

“Eddie,” you hissed with concern. “Let me up!”

“Come in!” Edward called, ignoring you completely. Your nails dug into his skin as you watched with terror as the door swung open.

“Hey Pops! Hey y/n!” Ace greeted. You mumbled back before folding your arms over Edward’s forearm and burrowing your head into them. As if trying to hide away would stop this from happening. Or distract you from the still buzzing cock inside you.

“What’s wrong with her?” You heard Ace ask quizzically, likely gesturing at you. Normally you weren’t this anti-social.

Edward’s answering laugh jostled you from your perch, his cock adjusting minutely inside. You bit down on your tongue hard enough that the taste of copper filled your mouth and you swallowed blood along with your saliva.

“She’s not feeling well but won’t sleep until I do,” Eddie answered, the sound strangely distant as ringing filled your ears. Swallowing desperately, you worked to keep your breathing level as the bouncing dick kept going. “Women,” he said, tone fondly exasperated. Silently you seethed under the sexist implication but said nothing, fearing that if you tried to argue Edward would simply increase the vibrations and make you moan right into Ace’s face.

The sheer embarrassment at the thought alone made you clench your vagina and Edward chuckled. The arm around you moved, as he adjusted slightly, probably looking casual as Ace chattered on unawares. But for you, the arm lifted you just a tad, letting you feel the long slide of his cock as it convulsed its way out of you.

You grit your teeth against the slow drag as his cock slid out a few meager inches before slowly settling you back down. The ride made you bite into his forearm, trying desperately not to moan but, despite trying, a low groan managed to escape. Tears welled up in the corners of your eyes in shame. Still, it didn’t stop your hips from wiggling, chasing the feeling. But it was no use, his length was once again fully sheathed inside of you.

“You okay? Pops, should I get Marco?” Ace asked, all sweet concern and you could have just died. After this you were going to kill Whitebeard, you swore it. For a breath, the low pulsing increased, and you choked before it went back to its regular simmering pressure. You’d kill him after he made you cum, you decided, need curling in the pit of your stomach.

“Nah, she’ll be fine,” Edward said, smile apparent in his voice. You shook on his arm. Another short knock made you glance up as he called out another, “Come in.”

Marco strolled in casually, hands in his pockets. “Hey Pops…” he trailed off, his blue eyes widening as he met your desperate stare. Silently you begged and Marco frowned with understanding.

Quickly he walked over to Ace and slapped him upside the head. “OW! What the fuck, Marco—” The rest of the sentence was cut off as Marco grabbed one of Ace’s ears and started pulling him towards the door.

Once Marco slammed Pops’ door closed, Ace shook his ear free with an annoyed grunt. “What was that for?!”

“Are you seriously that dense yoi??” Marco asked, just as irritated. He placed a hand on Ace’s shoulder trying to hurry him down the hall, but Ace stood firm.

“What are you talkin’ about?! I was just talking to Pops! Stop pushing me!”

“Fine yoi. I’m leaving, you can stay to listen.”

“Listen to what—”

A loud scream made Ace jump before he turned to the door with an ‘o’ of surprise. Marco’s stride lengthened as he tried to escape down the hall.

The scream is shortly followed by a moan that echoed and Ace’s brain connected some dots.

“Eddie—” your voice panted, and Ace finally got his feet to move as he scrambled after Marco.

"Yo, Marco, wait up!"

Once the door had closed, you hissed out an angry, “Edward what the fuck is wrong with you—” Before the vibration finally, finally increased to something other than a low rumble. Instead, it’s q u a k i n g within you and the words die in your throat as you croak.

Then his arm falls away, to be replaced with a hand wrapped around your waist. Quicker than you can comprehend he lifts you up, almost fully displacing his cock before roughly slamming you back down.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you scream; as the orgasm that had been hovering at the edges of your gut is forcibly released. You go limp, his hand still supporting your waist, as you try to breathe through the shock.

Whitebeard moved, taking you with him. You moan loudly as his still buzzing dick slipped out a little before it was pushed back in. “Eddie—”

“Shush, just relax, little one.” His bulk settles over you as he gets on all fours, bracing one forearm against the mattress, his other hand still wrapped around your stomach, holding you aloft. It’s hard to focus, the recent orgasm still sending sparks of pleasure down your spine.

So, when you feel him slowly pump you up and down on his cock your eyes widen as your hands grab onto the fingers of the hand suspending you in the air.

“Wait, Eddie, the vibrations, I’m still sensiti—ahhhhh!” The words morphed into a drawn-out groan as his pumps got a little faster.

Edward grunted but didn’t seem like he heard you—or just didn’t care—as his hand worked up a rhythm. Overstimulation made you whimper as pain and pleasure fizzled over your body. Still, whether it was because you’d been on the edge for so long or something else, your body quickly got interested in the proceedings again.

Unpleasant aches quickly turned into electricity prickling over your skin. Edward’s massive hand cradled you firmly, using you just like a fleshy onahole and you moaned at the thought.

“Eddie, please I—oh oh oh!” You tried to talk but quickly descended into breathy little moans. He didn’t let up his constant pace. Every time he was fully seated all the air left your lungs, he was so large.

When he withdrew enough you could suck in some air, you rushed out in one long breath, “Wanna see you—”

Abruptly the air was knocked back out of you as he thrust back in. His cock was still buzzing, the twitches against your walls along with his girth made the feel of it delicious.

The next slide of his cock out of you is slowed down, a deep grind that leaves you putty in his hand before he withdrew completely.

He laid you gently down on the mattress and you quickly flipped over onto your back.

“Not gonna last long,” he grunted out in warning before a large hand wiggled between your back and the bed, lifting you up easily.

“That’s fine,” you replied, squirming eagerly in his hand as he lowered you back down towards his cock. You couldn’t really see anything like this as you spread your legs, his frame much too tall, but you liked being able to feel his body against yours, the hard panes of his abs catching against your breasts and dragging against your nipples. His cock head once again breached you and you threw your head back with a moan.

Your fingers dug into his skin as he once again started thrusting, no more teasing. He was chasing his own pleasure now you figured. The vibrations had finally ceased, which you figured meant that he was beginning to lose focus. The thought of bringing such a large man to his knees in such a way shot a thrill of a different kind through you and your toes curled as you let out another loud groan, knowing the noise always spurred him on.

“Close, little one?” Edward asked and you shook your head, unable to speak as his speed increased. You were close but familiar enough that just his thrusts like this wouldn’t get you off as it was. “Fuck,” he muttered, tone annoyed before his cock started vibrating again, rough and jolting, the fastest he’d ever done it.

Your eyes widened. “Edd-iiieeeeeeee,” you cried out with shock.

“That’s it, come for me. You can do it,” he praised, keeping up with his thrusts. One particular angle hit something inside you that had you seeing stars as you arched your back, crying out as another orgasm slammed through you, a sudden crest of a wave washing over you and you shook with the intensity of it.

“Finally,” Whitebeard said before pulling you completely off him. Settling you back down on the mattress, you blinked at him through dazed eyes as he settled back on his knees, dick in one hand hovering over you. He stroked himself, his blue eyes hungrily taking you in.

His hand gave his large cock one last twist before he groaned, and a ribbon of hot spunk hit your stomach. Your mouth opened wide, stunned before several more thick ropes smacked onto your skin. Quickly you shut your eyes and mouth as you felt another spurt of heat land across your neck and a little over your mouth.

Salt filled your mouth as you flinched when your face was covered. When you heard Edward let out a long sigh of relief and nothing else hit you, you slowly sat up wiping at your still closed eyes.

A piece of cloth was pressed into your hands and you angrily cleaned away the residue from your face.

Blinking them open, your eyelashes stuck together a few times before becoming unclumped. Glaring up at him, Edward looked back calmly, unabashed.

“Why did you do that!? I’m covered!” It was true, you could feel his cum drip down your body and pool into your lap from where you sat. He laughed.

“Just wanted to see you like this. You look great, my love.” You licked your lips and, at the salty tang, pulled a face of disgust.

“Fuck you, I’m taking a shower.” You began to move before Edward hummed and, quicker than you were expecting, knocked you once more onto your back.

Trapping your arms with one hand he loomed above you, smiling. “Now, now little one. Who said we were done? Stay still.”

His mouth settled over your stomach before sucking lightly and you squirmed. His hand tightened around your arms in warning, and you settled back. A warm tongue flattened against your stomach before licking a path up your chest, taking with it any globs of cum that remained.

“Eddie!” you cried out, embarrassed, but he didn’t stop. His tongue ran over every part of you, licking across your neck and collarbones, dipping into your armpits before trailing down. You could feel every ridge and bump as he lapped large strokes over your trembling thighs.

You couldn’t help it, you spread your legs and felt him chuckle. His eyes pierced into you as he glanced up, laugh lines crinkled as he smiled. “Need something?” he asked smugly, breath fanning out over your still dripping core and you shivered.

“Please,” you whispered as you stared back. His smile widened.

“Please what?”

You groaned with frustration. “I want your tongue!” you said snappishly as your hips twitched upwards.

“Oh?” Edward moved forward, past your waist and you let out a whine. His tongue dragged over your face, licking away the remaining traces of his semen before dipping into your mouth.

You let it fall open, utterly trapped as he held you down and took, his tongue delved into every corner. You tried to respond, licking and sucking back before he withdrew from the kiss. The blue of his eyes was hardly visible, instead, they were mostly inky black pupils blown wide.

“Eddie, please!” you shouted this time and he smirked, pleased at your neediness.

“There you go. Good girl, you can get a reward.” Easily he moved back between your legs before his tongue finally pressed itself against your used entrance and you keened.

The warmth of it lapped at you before the tip flicked inside and you ground back on the pressure. His lips closed around your entrance and sucked. You arched your back trying to wiggle your arms free so you could grab on to something—anything. But he was a wall, keeping you in place so you could only accept whatever he wanted to do with you.

Drawing back, he hummed again. His eyes took in your heaving, twitching body. You felt as though you might catch fire, your blood boiling in your veins under his heady stare, your body on a knife’s edge of too much yet not enough pleasure. Whitebeard licked his lips.

“Want to go again?”

And you did.

[professorrw]

Walls Could Talk

Pairing: female reader x Tony Stark

Request: Could you do a Tony Stark X fem!reader inspired by Walls Could Talk be Halsey?

Warnings: implied smut, arranged marriage, fighting (verbal), cheating/rebound, unrequited to requited love, takes place years before Iron Man

A/N: Requests open, taglist open, inbox open! Please like, comment, and reblog!

No one suspected that your marriage was arranged. That was how it was supposed to be. You didn’t have to be the perfect couple, you didn’t even have to really like each other. It was a politically arranged thing between Tony’s parents and your parents. Howard Stark and your father, Bleu Y/L/N, made the arrangement when you were both just teens, but you didn’t have to get married until you were both out of college and Tony had picked up Stark Industries.

So in 1997 the two of you got married. News of your engagement took the world by storm. You, the daughter of a US Senator, getting married to Tony Stark, a billionaire and businessman.

You had known each other since you were young, and both of you knew you would eventually be getting married. You weren’t in love with Tony, and you didn’t think he was in love with you either. You actually hated his guts. He had a reputation before you two got married. You knew that he liked to fool around with every girl he met. And you knew how cocky he was. You grew up with him for goodness sakes, he had always been full of himself.

The only bright side of your marriage was sex. Tony had a lot of experience, and he knew how to make women feel good. You knew you had to cash in on that, and when you did you weren’t disappointed. 

You were only a year into your marriage and things were going okay. Everyone on the outside was fooled and your parents were pleased. But if the walls could talk they would know all the mixed emotions and feelings going on between the two of you. How you would have sex all the time even though you didn’t love each other.

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You were dressed to perfection for the event you and Tony were attending. You were wearing a floor length red gown with a slit that started at your upper thigh, sparkling silver heels, and elegant silver jewelry. Tony was sitting next to you in the limo with his legs crossed. His polished black shoes were bobbing up and down, entailing that he was nervous about something. You didn’t care to ask, though you were curious as to why the cockiest man you knew was having the jitters.

His eyes were flitting between you and outside his window and it was starting to annoy you. You sighed and looked at him. “What is it Tony?”

“Um, nothing. It’s nothing.” He gave you a  quick awkward smile and then looked away again, biting the inside of his cheek. You narrowed your eyes at him but turned away once he was focused on something else.

“Actually- Y/N. I want to talk to you.”

You took in a long breath before meeting his eyes again. “Okay.”

“I know this isn’t a good time but I just wanted to know and get it off my chest.” He was wringing his hands together in his lap and he had planted his feet on the floor of the limo. He was acting strange. Very strange.

“Go ahead and say it,” you said in an irritated voice. He wasn’t one to beat around the bush and you weren’t about to endure it now. If he had something to say you wished he would just spit it out.

“Do you love me?” he hesitantly asked.

You raised your eyebrows at the brunette man sitting beside you. Out of all the things he could have asked, that was the last thing you were expecting. Why did he care anyways? He knew that you weren’t married for love. This was purely because your parents wanted it.

“Tony, you know this marriage isn’t about love. I did this for my parents, not because I love you.” You felt bad having to tell him that so you soften your voice a little bit.

“So when we’re having sex and you say you love me it’s a lie?” You could hear the anger in his voice. You didn’t understand why he was so mad though. 

“I love being with you intimately Tony, I just don’t love you emotionally.”

All he could do was stare at you. A fire was burning inside him and it was licking at his temper. The words coming out of your mouth weren't what he wanted to hear. But who was he kidding, he knew that you didn’t love him. It still stung though. It still hurt for him to have to hear that you didn’t reciprocate his feelings.

“So you don’t love me?” he asked incredulously.

“No I don’t.”

“Then why are you with me? Why do you give me hope?” He had raised his voice and you knew that the driver was able to hear what he was saying.

“Tony hush, he can hear you,” you scolded.

“I don’t care! We’ve been together for a year and you don’t- you don’t feel anything! You don’t care about me yet you’ll come onto me and have sex any time you please!” Pure anger was seeping out of him. His eyes were wide open and his eyebrows were drawn in. His hands were open in front of him and it looked like he was trying to squeeze the air.

You really didn’t understand why Tony was so mad. He didn’t love you either so why did he care? Why was he fighting you over something both of you already knew about?

“This is about convenience! I’m sorry if you think I’ve betrayed you just because I want to feel good sometimes!”

“That’s all I am? A convenience and a means to pleasure you?”

“That’s not what I’m saying!” Your voice had raised too and at that point you were both yelling at each other. The poor driver was hearing the whole argument. 

He let out a scoff, “Then what are you saying?”

“I just don’t love you like that!” you responded.

“Oh my god.” Tony fell back onto his seat and ran a hand over his face. He was heartbroken, but you didn’t realize it. You’d never loved anyone in that way before, so if you did you wouldn’t realize it. Those types of feelings just confused you so you tried to avoid thinking about them.

“If this tears you up so much I can leave.” If Tony was going to act like that you didn’t want a part of it. You could tell that he no longer would want to have sex with you so there really was no reason for you to stay in the same house.

“Do whatever you want. Obviously you don’t care what I think.” He couldn’t even look at you. He kept his eyes trained forward, staring at the clear screen between the back of the limo and the driver’s seat.

“Well I’ll leave then. I’ll pack my bags when we get back.”

“Fine.”

After the fight was over you were three minutes from the venue. You both pulled it together for the paparazzi and smiled and acted like everything was fine even though it wasn’t. The fight was so random you didn’t see it coming. Your mind was jumbled during the entire event and you couldn’t focus on the speakers or the people that came to talk to you. You couldn’t figure out why Tony was so mad about the fact you didn’t love him in that way. Or at least you didn’t think you did.

Since you were seventeen you had convinced yourself you didn’t like Tony at all. He was so cocky and thought he was all that and it didn’t appeal to you. It was ten years later and you had held onto the hatred you had felt. You were so focused on it that you didn’t really pay attention to the feelings that could have developed. 

It was pitch black outside when you got home. But like you had said earlier you packed your bags and called Happy to drive you to your parent’s house. Luckily for you they were off on a trip so they wouldn’t know that you had left Tony’s house. Tony had stayed away from you and went to his office while you packed. He didn’t want to see the woman he loved leaving him. He was afraid he had ruined his chances with you by asking that dumb question. He knew deep down that you didn’t feel the same way but it hurt anyway.

Back at your parents house you grabbed a bottle of Cabernet and poured yourself a glass. Then another, and another. The alcohol got you thinking that maybe you had made a mistake. Were you even being honest with yourself? If you stripped away your feelings from when you were a teen would you still feel the same? It didn’t matter either way. Tony probably hated you now. You couldn’t go back, not without making a fool of yourself.

You stayed at your parents house for two weeks. You didn’t speak to Tony during that time. Everyone was wondering where you were and why you weren’t with Tony but he told the public that you had come down with something and needed to recover. When you heard the news you felt relieved. Even though things were rough between you two he still covered for you and kept up with the charade.

You weren’t sure how much longer you could keep it up. Eventually you would have to see Tony. But you weren’t looking forward to it.

Meanwhile at the Stark estate Tony was bringing home a different girl every night. It was his form of getting over you, though it wasn’t helping. He was missing you even more than before. After two weeks Tony made up his mind to win you over. Even if you didn’t love him the same way he loved you he would be satisfied just to have you intimately again. If that’s what you wanted then he would let you have it.

Tony drove to your parent’s house by himself and knocked on the front door. He had asked Happy where you were as soon as you left. He wanted to know if you were safe.

You weren’t expecting anyone but you went to the door and opened it. And when you saw who was standing there you wanted to cry. Tony was there, at your front door. You weren’t ready to face him and own up to the way you had acted. You weren’t ready to tell him that maybe you could try again and see what would happen. But you wouldn’t have to.

“Y/N I’m sorry. It wasn’t right of me to just spring that on you. I know you don’t love me like I love you. I’ve accepted that. But you don’t have to leave. I want you to come back. And if you do, you don’t have to stay tied down to me, you can find a man that you do love and be with him. And if you only want me for sex then that’s okay too, you can have me.”

Tony thought he was the only one with a broken heart, but after the two weeks to yourself and then hearing him say that your heart was breaking too. You knew you had made a mistake. You hurt him and it was hurting you too. You weren’t sure if you loved him as much as he loved you yet but that didn’t mean you wouldn’t try.

“No Tony, I was selfish. I only thought of myself and didn’t take into account that you had feelings too. I acted like a child and I was hanging onto feelings from when we were just teenagers. I know I haven’t been fair to you but I want to try and fix this. I want to try to be with you for real this time.”

“Are you sure?” His voice was soft and he was so unsure of himself and so afraid that maybe you weren’t being serious.

“I’m sure. I know now that there can be something real between us.”

Tony was so moved that he couldn’t help but reach out to you. You responded and held onto his outstretched hand before pulling him into a kiss. Your first kiss that really meant something. And that kiss led to something more. You shut the door and pulled Tony through the house and into your bedroom. This time you both took the time to appreciate the other and make sure you were both enjoying yourselves.

You laid next to each other wrapped up under the lush covers on your bed. Your head was against Tony’s chest, that was rising and falling as he breathed. That was the beginning of a new beginning for the both of you, and hopefully everything would go smoothly.

[liittlenightmares]

"Well, tell me more about yourself." Mono sits down with a small exhale, crossing his legs and leaning against the cement walls of the sewer. It's cold and hard against his back, but the rest is welcome.

"I don't know where to start," the apparition whispers, always quiet. Despite being one of the only ghosts that knows he's dead, he still speaks like he's constantly in danger. Maybe it's an instinctive thing, Mono thinks.

"Like...where did you come from? Why are you always hanging around Six?" All the questions that had been unanswered suddenly bubble up from Mono's chest. "Why are you the only ghosts that knows what's going on?"

"I don't," the ghost murmurs, blank white eyes blinking slowly. "I only know as much as you."

"Then tell me what you do know," Mono says, trying to push down the urgency in his tone. He doesn't want to be rude, but he's so curious. The ghost goes quiet and contemplative, hovering midair as shadowy tendrils wave around him. Mono stares. The ghost lifts his arms (or at least, an approximation of them) and starts fidgeting.

Mono blinks, and then the ghost blips across the sewer passageway, reappearing at the edge of the murky water. Mono has come to understand that ghosts tend to become less physically coherent the more emotional they are. He's nervous.

"I come from far away from here," the spirit explains, watching the water's currents. "We came from the same place."

"We?"

"Her." The ghost looks over his shoulder. "Six."

Excitement burns in Mono's mind. So he knows where she came from! "Were you friends?"

The question makes the ghost fizzle out for a moment. He manifests again, but his form is disjointed, flickering rapidly. 

"N-No," he finally answers. It takes Mono aback. They weren't friends? Then why was he so fixated on helping her? "She never knew me."

"Why are you following her?" Mono presses. This ghost had led him to Six's location in the forest all that time ago. She seemed important to him, but now the ghost was telling him that she was a complete stranger. It didn't make sense.

"She helped me."

"What did she do?"

"I can't say," the ghost rasps. Mono feels the temperature plummet around him, and he wraps his arms around himself. The ghost's eyes flicker about, as though trying to avoid Mono's gaze. “I--I can’t.”

"Why?" Mono asks. His breath billows out, visible in the air. He doesn't know why he's so insistent, but he has his mind set on this. He wants to know. He needs to know.

"If I told you, you wouldn't--" the ghost forcibly cuts himself off, eyes widening. His form shakes and jitters, briefly becoming much smaller, pointier. It reminds Mono of the creature he'd seen scuttling around in the Hunter's attic. "Please," the ghost says, pleadingly. "Stop asking. I don't want to think about it. It--it hurts."

Hurts? Mono wasn't even aware that ghosts could still feel pain. What about Six is causing this much anguish for him? He wasn't sure if he wanted to know. Forcing himself to stop shivering from the cold, Mono relents.

"I'm sorry," he murmurs, blinking past the frost gathering on his eyelashes. "I didn't mean to upset you. I just...there's so much I don't understand. About you, and about, well. Everything, I guess."

His voice seems to reach the ghost's plight. The tearing in his form gradually lessens; the shadowy tendrils coalescing from his body resume their journey upwards, like smoke. His voice returns to its normal soft quality. "It's okay," the ghost whispers. "It's--it's not your fault. I think I would be asking the same things if I were you." Those gentle white eyes peer at Mono; he gets the impression the ghost would be frowning if he had a mouth. "I'm sorry I can't tell you much. I wish I could help more."

"No, no no no, it's alright! You help plenty," Mono sits up hurriedly, waving his hands around. "Please don't be sorry. You're only doing what you can."

"If I wasn't like this, maybe I...no. No, it wouldn't matter." The ghost seems to droop. "Who I was before, and who I am now...I think I would be just as helpless."

It's such a sad statement that Mono, briefly, is at a loss for words. He realizes that he's spent so much time wondering where Six came from and what her story is, but he doesn't know a single thing about the very person who brought them together. He hesitates for a moment, then squares his shoulders determinedly.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," Mono says, "but if there's anything at all you can say, even if it's just a little...who are you? What's your name?" He wants to at least put a name to the face that constantly is hovering at his side.

And the ghost...

The ghost just stares at him. Like the question he just asked was complete nonsense. Mono starts worrying if he said something terrible without realizing. What's wrong?

"I'm nobody,” the ghost states.

"Is that your name?" Mono asks. The ghost tilts his head.

"No. I mean, I really am nothing. I don't have a name like you and Six do."

"Surely you at least have something you call yourself?" Mono asks hopefully. This is the saddest thing he's ever heard, but he gets the impression that he's missing some sort of context here. That this is somehow normal. The ghost shrugs.

"I never needed one. There was no point. I barely existed to anyone else. I was just a runaway, nothing more and nothing less." 

"But that's not true," Mono protests, balling his fists up. "You were a person. You still are, even if you aren't alive anymore. And you've managed to get this far, even after death."

"I don't think--"

"You were the one who lead me to Six," Mono interrupts him, continuing. "Somehow you found me all the way out here, and you knew I could help. That takes dedication. You're determined. You're not just a nobody. You're someone to me." Mono feels a tug in his chest. "You're my friend."

The ghost seems speechless. He hovers there wordlessly; unlike how Mono can usually tell how he's feeling from how he appears, the ghost now reveals nothing of what he's thinking. Mono swallows uneasily.

"Did you ever want a name?" Mono pauses, then offers a counterpoint. "Would you want one now?"

"A name..." The ghost sounds whispery, unsure. Mono nods.

"It doesn't have to be anything super complicated. It could just be your favorite color, or a letter, or something." An idea pops into his head. Mono perks up. "What about Seven?"

"Seven?"

"Yeah!" Mono taps his fingers together. "Y'know, since I'm Mono and Six is Six, we could all be number buddies or something. Um, if you want. You don't have to," he adds hastily. There's a long silence between the two of them. Mono fidgets, feeling more and more embarrassed at the lack of a response. I'm overstepping a boundary, aren't I? Why do I--

"Okay."

--huh?

"What?" Mono says out loud, smartly. 

"I said okay. I can go by that. Seven...that doesn't seem bad at all." The ghost--Seven, now--extends his arms, staring at the deformed digits. "If it's okay."

"Of course it's okay!" Mono bursts out, all the tension draining out of him. "It's more than okay! I was the one who suggested it!" Puffing out his chest, Mono extends his forearm, sticking his hand out. "Well then, Seven, it's nice to officially meet you!"

Seven laughs a little, and it sounds like a warble; it sends a little thrill of happiness through Mono. He reaches out for his hand. "It's nice to meet you, too, Mono." Before Mono realizes what's happening, Seven's fingers brush against his own. 

And he feels it.

It's like touching ice, but Mono distinctly feels Seven take his hand in his own. It's so foreign and out of place that Mono jolts back like he's been burned. Seven recoils, his arm instantly disappearing back into the black shadowy void of his body. Both kids stare at each other owlishly. Did Seven feel it too?

"Woah," Seven says. Mono shares the awed sentiment.

"Did I do that?" Mono breathes, staring at his hands. He doesn't feel any different, but he's never been able to physically interact with a ghost. "I didn't know I could do that!"

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

HEYYYY ATLAS

Trans reader and Hotch? Fluffy. Either masc or fen your choice.

Love your work <3

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x trans!female!reader

Warnings: none that I can think of, Reader is nervous coming out to Aaron. If there’s anything you want me to add, let me know!

Word Count: 968

Also despite the mint chocolate chip ice cream jabs, I don't completely hate it lol its just not my choice of ice cream.

It was time to tell him. It was long overdue. You had chickened out enough times. You worked with the BAU for nearly a year and had been dating Hotch for four months now. You knew that, logically, he was going to take it okay. He had never spoken out against the LGBT+ community, he always handled cases surrounding the community with care and diligence, and whenever a local cop made a comment when on such cases Hotch always gave them a sharp glare and a witty comeback that made them wish they hadn’t opened their mouths. And during those months, you had nearly told Aaron six times, changing the subject last minute and blurting something completely random instead - and yes, he gave you some confused and slightly concerned looks, but you just played it off as caffeine jitters. Which he appeared to somehow believe.

So, when you sat down on a Monday morning, just before work, you decided enough was enough. You weren’t going to run away from telling him anymore, Jack was still sleeping so if it did go pear-shaped, he wouldn’t be there to witness it. The pair of you currently nursing your first coffees of the day, not quite awake enough to be in anything other than your pyjamas.

“I’m trans,” You said, deciding to no longer beat around the bush before you took a long sip of your coffee.

“Okay,” Aaron said, giving you a smile, “I just want to make sure because I don’t want to get it wrong but am I still using She/Her pronouns?” When you nodded he quickly added, “I go by He/Him,” You felt a warm feeling spread through your chest, he didn’t want you to feel like an outsider by confirming your pronouns.

“And you’re alright with it?” You asked nervously, fidgeting with the hem of an old t-shirt of Aaron’s.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” Aaron said, reaching forward, placing his hands over yours. He gently removed your grasp on the hem of the t-shirt. He slowly brought your hands up to his lips, kissing your palms. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on, no matter whether or not you are trans. I love you for you,”

You tried blinking back the tears, you really did. But a few slipped through, rolling down your cheeks. Aaron let out a small sigh, shifting closer to you, engulfing you in an embrace just as you let out a small sob followed by a hiccup.

“Sorry,” You sniffed, “These are happy tears, promise,”

“I know sweetheart, don’t worry,” Aaron smiled, lightly kissing your forehead. “But nothing you could tell me about yourself would make me love you any less,”

“The same for you,” You replied, “Well, except if you said something as ridiculous as 'I think mint chocolate chip ice cream is the best flavour' like cookie dough or brownie isn't a thing,”

“I’ve got some bad news...” Aaron joked.

After a minute of the two of you just sitting there, enjoying the presence of the other, you both stood up to continue getting ready for work.

You and Aaron always made sure you arrived to work at different times. He would get there first, you would relax, wait ten or twenty minutes before leaving the apartment. You didn’t want anyone to question it if you arrived at the same time. It wasn’t that you didn’t want the team to know, it was just, well… You didn’t want the team to know (just yet, anyway).

“What’s got you smiling so much, gorgeous?” Morgan chimed as you walked into the bullpen with a smile that made your cheeks hurt. But you couldn’t seem to stop.

“Nothing, I just...” You made eye contact with Aaron who was just outside of his office, “Have the best boyfriend ever,”

“Oo,” Garcia chimed, lightly grabbing your arm, “I want all the details!”

“There really isn’t much to say,” You said with a laugh as she leads you to the table in the kitchenette and sits down opposite you.

“Well, I want to know everything,” Garcia chimed.

Hotch smirked to himself as he joined the rest of the team crowding around you. “I’m also quite curious,”

“Fine,” You said with a small huff, “He’s incredibly handsome, he makes terrible jokes, he’s a real charmer,”

“So what’s the catch?” Emily teased, “He sounds too perfect,”

“Well, I think he likes mint chocolate chip ice cream over cookie dough and brownie,”

“Dump his ass,” Morgan laughed.

“I think I can cope with our differences of opinions with ice cream, Morgan,” You said with a roll of your eyes. “But, I don’t know, I don’t feel like there is a catch with him. I feel like he’s very much, what you see is what you get,”

“You know, this mystery man is starting to sound more and more like Hotch,” Emily said with a grin, Garcia gasped when your cheeks tinted a light pink and Hotch looked down at his shoes with a grin.

“And you didn’t tell me?!” Garcia whispered at you. “This is unbelievable, I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!”

“We were keeping it on the down-low?”

“Okay, I have one question,” Morgan asked before turning to Hotch, “Please tell me you don’t actually prefer mint chocolate chip ice cream over cookie dough or brownie?”

“That’s your question?” Garcia asked, before Garcia could blurt all her questions, Aaron held his hand up.

“We will answer any questions you have - unless they’re inappropriate, Garcia,” He said with a smile, “But for now, we really do need to get back to work,” You nod, biting back a grin. You found yourself blushing as Hotch looked at you his smile turning into a small smirk.

“Incredibly handsome, huh?”

“Oh shut up...”

[utterlyinevitable]

Hey would you be able to write a follow on fic from your hurricane series where Mc gives in and gives Ethan a lap dance infront of her friends? ☺️

Hurricane (Part 6): Alternate Scene

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Rebecca Lao) Rating: M to be safe Warning: lap dance and alcohol and lewd thoughts (kinda)  Summary: A hurricane is falling over Boston. Edenbrook has been evacuated and some very different doctor’s end up seeking shelter together.  

a/n: For @panda9584 💞

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As the day went on, the trio of residents progressively got more and more inebriated by the hour. Sienna ended up running around the couch as many times as she could in 15 seconds, Elijah was dared to make a cocktail with his eyes closed, and Becca refused to do a dare.

Becca picked a card for her turn.

“Dare.” She announced, a sweat breaking on her forehead in anticipation.

Sienna let out a drunk giggle. “I dare you to go give Ethan a lap dance.”

Ethan’s head perked out of his book at his name in conjunction with the word “lap dance”;

“What are you doing?”

“Truth or Dare,” Sienna informed through her giggle. “Ethan, come play!”

The man pushing forty was quick to repudiate, “Absolutely not. I’m not a child.”

“Suit yourself, fun police.”  

“Go play, son. I’m going to make some calls.” Naveen chuckled with a wink. He had spent the whole day watching his residents’ charades, now it was time to go to work and let them enjoy the rare time together. Naveen also hoped his departure would give Ethan the space to lighten up.

Taking the hint his oldest friend so graciously smacked him with, Ethan stood and moved to sit closer to the group of friends.  

“I’m not playing,” he huffed as he perched on the cold cushion closest to Becca.

Everyone ignored him.

Elijah brought back the attention to Becca, “Dance or chug, Bec?”

She briefly glanced over her shoulder at Ethan. His features were his signature stoic, yet she could see the glimmer of playfulness hiding within the depths of his irises.

Turning back to her friends, she took a long, dramatic breath. Eventually she proclaimed, “Oh, fuck it!”

Ethan’s eyes went wide and he instinctively leaned back into the cushions. As swiftly as possible, he mentally prepared himself for what was about to happen, what her friends were about to witness. He told himself he had to keep his hands put. Now was not the time to get excited. But, man, he can’t wait to have her so close. The thought itself had his eyes shutting with pleasure. Ethan unfolded his hands from where they hung in the space between his legs and gingerly placed his palms against the paisley cushion.  

She eyed her friends, a look Ethan couldn’t see but could feel - the icy daggers soaring their way. 

Then she stood, turned towards him with the most impassive of expressions. He couldn’t read her mind nor her features in the dim fireside lighting. Somehow her uncertainty had his leg jittering with wanton anticipation. 

A tight smirk rested on Ethan’s lips, so smug and only for her. He was challenging her. And Becca was determined to prove champion.

In the background Sienna and Elijah were huddled over the former’s phone. “No - that one. It has to be.” 

A second later Pony started to play.

Becca freed her hair, letting the chestnut locks cascade down her shoulders. Running a hand to mess it up more - unwittingly making sure the signature scent of her shampoo reached his nostrils even from this distance. 

Standing in front of him she started to sway her hips to the music. One step, and she’s closer. Another, and her legs are an inch from his. Third step, and she’s within reach, looming over him and his heart is starting to race. He knows there’s at least two other people in this room, but he doesn’t care. The room isn’t lit all that well and anyway all he can see - all he can feel surrounding him and gripping at his being - is her. She doesn’t need to touch him to have him unraveling. 

Another half step and Becca’s nudging his legs open with her knee to stand perfectly in between them. She’s still dancing - swaying, rather - in small, reserved motions. Ethan’s midnight eyes are on her intently - roving from her face, to her hips, trailing back up to her hands that he knows can cause so much damage with one simple touch. He’s watching her hands roam her torso and she moves so close - till her legs are pressed firmly against the sofa. Her fingers playing with the hem of her top, giving him just the slightest of glimpses at the pale skin beneath before its gone all too soon.  

Ethan swallows past the lump in his throat. 

The music picks up. So she did as well; throwing one leg over his, her knees resting on the couch. Becca was hovering over his lap now and Ethan could smell the perfume she wears as she dips with the music, her inner hips all but meeting his thigh. Oh how he wished it did. She’s not touching him and it’s killing him -- Becca hasn’t said a word to him since earlier, either. Now here she was, in one of the places she would tell him she loves most, ignoring the pull of inevitability between them. 

Her knee so close to his hand he dared to creep closer - dared to break the cardinal rule of things like this. His thumb and forefinger brushing at the fabric at her knee. 

Becca hadn’t looked him in the eyes since the challenge began. Purposefully, he’s sure. His eyes followed her hands as they drew nonsensical patterns, hooded in embarrassment. For a fraction his mind jumps to the strokes of the last work of art she mapped on the canvas of his back. 

He felt his jeans become uncomfortably tight. 

She dipped her hips again like she knows what lays beneath - the sweet bit of torture she could inflict by just grazing his lap. Her torso rolling forwards with the movement, and now he can smell the peony and apple soap she uses. Her eyes are closed and she’s just moving - moving and keeping her distance. 

And if there was a single saint in hell Ethan begins to call on them all. How long left? Not long enough, that’s for sure. 

Ethan dared some more, unwritten rules be damned. His hand gingerly trailed up the back of her calf, around to the front of her knee and up her thigh. Stopping just before reaching her hip as she rolled into the three inches of space between their laps. He took a risk. And if she didn’t like it she didn’t give any inclination but a turn of her head. He could see the faint love bite he left last night at the base of her neck - so faint no one but the two of them would know it’s a bruise of passion.  

Both her knees found their way to the cushion and now Becca was fully on top of him. So many times she’s been like this. It took everything in Ethan not to lift her into his arms and carry her upstairs that second. It also took a lot of self control not to audibly groan - her friends didn’t need to bear witness to his primitive side. 

The strength she used to keep herself upright dwindled away with the new closeness. One hand on his chest, the other digging into the top of the cushion behind his back, his hands still anchored on her thighs. Ethan could hear the lowering beats of the music over the thumping in his ears. Could feel her labored breaths passing across his cheeks. 

His thumbs began rubbing circles at her hips. Becca moves back - as upright as she can get. Her hand running through her hair and over her face and Ethan just wants her to look at him. So he doesn’t what you aren’t supposed to do - he trails a hand up her body and cups her cheek. The electricity between them vibrates. Ignites into flames when her entire being leans into him. Runs rampant as his fingers tangle in her hair. His eyes close as Ethan pulls her to him, lips parted and intent on satiating this spurring in his abdomen. 

And just when they should have collided his eyes dart open. Becca’s gone. Not within reach anymore. He chances a glance to where her friends must still be loitering. 

They’re there. Like they haven’t moved.

So is Becca.  

The only move she made was lifting the glass to her lips. And it dawns on him...

Becca chose to chug.

It was all just a daydream of a rakish man. 

And Ethan couldn’t believe he was more disappointed than relieved.

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a/n: potentially garbage? yeah. sensuality isn't my strong suit, i prefer making people’s hearts hurt 😅

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[theonewiththefanfics]

Because Hearts Get Broken - Loving Is The Antidote (Part 3/3)

Because Hearts Get Broken Part 3 :) read the first two on my masterlist 

Synopsis: Overcoming fears is not an easy thing, but maybe it’s worth a shot if the ending leads to happiness. 

Pairing: Harry Styles x fem!Reader

Genre: kinda angsty, mostly fluffy and SHMUTTYYYYYYYYY

Warnings: SMUT!!! (so beware, this is kinda sweet, but oh so filthy; unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), m going down on f, slight fingering etc), swearing

Word count: 5895

Y/N had never been so nervous while getting ready for a show. She liked to be front-row, right by the stage to feel as close to the music as possible, the energy of the crowd filling her up and making her buzz with excitement, even hours after the concert was done. 

        The thing was – with when they started dating and then with the pandemic shutting everything down in spring, Y/N had never seen Harry live. Sure, he’d given her private concerts, had sung her any song she wanted, but this was different. Somehow, even though there were more people, it felt more intimate because this wasn’t just him lulling Y/N to sleep. This was Harry baring part of his soul to the world, and doing it with such ease, it made her heart ache.

        The venue was small, at least compared to the arena sizes Y/N knew he typically performed at. There were around 100ish or so people, and the line was quite quick to move. 

        She told the woman with the clipboard her name and provided some ID. The list wasn’t that long, and it took her barely two seconds to spot the name, as she smiled and gave Y/N a nod.

        “I’ll have Bert escort you to the backstage if you’ll just follow him, please.”

        “Could I actually watch from the crowd?” Y/N asked biting her lip. “I love being a part of it, you know. Feel the energy and stuff.”

        “Uh, sure.” The woman gave her an uncertain look. “It’s just that Mr Styles asked for you to be brought backstage, and umm…”

        “If Harry says anything,” Y/N put a reassuring hand on her shoulder, “I’ll deal with it. Please, don’t worry too much. Unless he wants a kidnapping charge, he’ll deal with the fact that I’m inside the venue.”

        And that seemed to do the trick, as the girl, visibly relaxed and even laughed a bit, handing Y/N back her ID and motioning with her head to go inside. 

        Small tables had been set up, and each one could house four people at a time. Most of them had already been taken and given how she didn’t want to draw any attention, Y/N decided to take one of the tables at the very back, a pillar half obscuring the stage and with that – her face. 

        The enthusiasm was palpable in the air, and people were chattering away, anticipating the moment Harry with his band would walk onto the stage. A waitress came up to her, asking if she wanted anything to eat or drink.

        “And your name, please? To set up a tab.”

        “Y/N Y/L/N.”

        “Oh,” her eyes went a bit wide. “Um, no need to pay then.”

        Her brows furrowed. “Excuse me?”

        “We’ve been told that anything you order should be put on Mr Sty – “

        “Mr Styles tab,” Y/N finished the sentence with a chuckle. “Yeah. Okay… well, is it possible for you to not say anything to him and let me pay for my drinks?”

        “I – “ she shrugged. “I guess?”

        “Just the G&T please.”

        The waitress nodded and clicked her pen, still seemingly unsure about what to do, but ultimately deciding to go with what Y/N asked. “Coming right up.”

        The lights dimmed, and Y/N’s attention was brought to the stage, where she saw Harry, Sarah, Mitch, Adam, Naomi and Charlotte appear and take their places, as applause and cheers became their background music.

        He looked good, very good, in fact. His brown hair was the typical messy mop on top of his head, the signature pearl necklace around his neck, while he sported the soft rainbow cardigan, a sharp-looking high neck button-up, and black slacks, with black boots.

        “Thank you all for coming on such short notice,” Harry started, and it made a collective chuckle rise into the air. He could post a fleeting comment on Instagram saying he was having a concert in three minutes, and there’d be ten thousand fans waiting for him. “When ‘Save the Children’ reached out to us and asked if we could help them raise some donations, we immediately hopped on the idea, and it warms our hearts seeing so many of you here, and the fact that you’re supporting their cause.”

        Loud cheers immediately exploded, and Y/N obviously joined in. 

        “All proceeds for the tickets made today will go to them, as will any other donations you decide to give, so, I hope you do, and let’s get the show going.”

        That was Sarah’s cue to hit her drumsticks together three times, as the notes of ‘Golden’ rattled the air.

        Seeing Harry in his element was nothing short of electric. Although he was sitting down, and most of the songs he sang were acoustic versions, it was dazzling to see the passion seep out of his body and into the lyrics he'd composed. 

        Throughout most of it, his green eyes kept scanning over the gathered people, while flitting to see what was happening behind the curtain, and it made Y/N sort of giddy, thinking that he might be trying to find her.

        Because in truth, he was. When Harry had arrived, he was all nerves and jitters, which had never happened before a show. Well, never before had Y/N come to one of his shows, so there was also that. 

        All throughout prep, he was waiting for someone from the staff to come up to him and tell him his girl had come, but no one did, until like five minutes before he was supposed to perform, a breathless woman, who seemed so nervous she was about to pass out, had tapped him on the shoulder.

        “Is she here?” Now he was the breathless one. 

        “Uh, yeah, Y/N arrived a little while ago.”

        His forehead creased in confusion. “Then, where is she? No one came to inform me.”

        “I’m so sorry Mr Styles, but she asked to be allowed into the crowd, she uh… didn’t wanna be taken backstage.”

        “Oh.”

        That was literally all he could manage, as his heart dropped. “Well… at least she’s here.” He gave the assistant a smile. “Thank you. I uh, I hope you’ll enjoy the show.”

        Then it was call-time, and he had to gather himself as he walked on the small podium, taking his place by the mic, and beginning the concert.

        After each song, he scanned the gathered people, in hopes of seeing Y/N’s face, but she had hidden really well, and when he’d looked to the sides, wishing to see her frame standing there, he had to remind himself, that she was there, and he still had to fulfil a little surprise, which he hoped she’d like.

“You know when writing… songs are inspired by many things, but just like with books you reread, they can get new meanings and make you feel different than before. So, although I had no clue this person existed when I wrote this song, the second I met her, I knew it was about her. She’s uh, she’s here tonight.”

Y/N’s head snapped up from where she’d been propping it against her hand so hard, she was sure she heard a bone crack.

        No.

        Fucking.

        Way.

        “So, I’d like to end this small get together and dedicate it to her. And I know this isn’t one of her favourite songs,” Harry let out a small laugh, Sarah mimicking it behind the drums. “She told me she’s kind of sick of it, given how it was all over the radio at one point, but uh, I hope that maybe, she - uh - she just listens to the words, and knows I mean it.”

        Y/N didn’t even need the first chord to be played to know what song he meant. ‘Adore You’. 

        During their quarantine, she’d jokingly said if it played one more time on the radio, she’d have to break up with him.

        He’d yanked her down on the couch, nose nuzzling into her hair. “ ‘N why’s that? Thought you liked my singing.”

        “I do,” Y/N wove her fingers into his locks and massaged at his scalp, making Harry let out a satisfied groan. “I just don’t wanna hear you sing about loving and adoring someone that ain’t me.”

        A playful smirk pressed against her skin. “Jealous, are we?”

        “No,” Y/N shrugged pinching his side. “Jus’ tired of the song.”

        “Don’t worry.” He brought his face from where he’d hidden it by her shoulder and turned hers to face him. “From now on, whenever I’ll sing it, I’ll sing it for you. You’re the only person I wanna love and adore.”

        “What about Gem and your mum.”

        A disgusted look passed over his features. “Not in that way!”

        “Harry!” Y/N slapped his arm as both of them dissolved into laughter. 

        “You don’t have to say you love me,” he sung, breaking her out of the trance, “you don’t have to say nothing, you don’t have to say you’re mine.”

        She’d never hated the song, never meant it when she’d said that, and could never be mad at Harry for having written out his feelings, woven them into notes and masterfully put it together for others to hear.

        It was a weird notion to Y/N though, knowing everyone in the world could hear how he’d loved someone so much, but that was just because of her own inability to properly express her feelings. Yet now, listening to him sing that song for her, made her chest hurt.

        Thankfully Y/N wasn’t the only one sniffling in the audience, so she wasn’t standing out that much. She was kind of scared that Harry might look over and others would connect the dots, but he didn’t, not really at least. His green eyes scanned the people, but mostly he kept his gaze on the floor, as if afraid of what reaction everyone would have as the song ended.

        “Thank you,” he muttered into the microphone the cheers morphed into ovations, while he pressed his fingers against his lips and ‘sent’ the kiss to the audience before retreating backstage with his band in tow. As people started to filter out, groups heading down the street while others lingered in hopes of catching a glimpse or having a word with Harry, Y/N waited by the table, finishing off her drink before moving towards the backstage. 

        “I uh.” She showed one of the security guards her ID. “I was told I can come backstage?”

        The burly man looked down at the woman next to him, who much like the assistant before had a clipboard. When she found Y/N’s name she looked up and smiled. “Right this way.”

        They wove through the small walkways, as people rushed back and forth, coiling up wires, dismantling the drum-set and carefully placing the instruments in their boxes for them to be put in the van.

        “He’ll be back here in a minute,” the representative said, opening up a door where Harry’s name was plastered on, letting her step in, and Y/N nodded, pulling her jumper sleeves down her palms.

        It was a nervous habit of hers, having switched over from biting her nails to plucking at loose threads of clothing to now pulling at them. Harry had been the one to help her get rid of the biting.

        “How am I supposed to paint your nails, if you rip them off?”

        Y/N had scoffed shoving him a bit. “You have your own nails to paint.”

        “Yes, but I wanna make your pretty too.”

        “You telling me I ain’t pretty enough for you?”

        “No, I think you’re gorgeous, but,” he’d leaned closer to her, so close she could feel his teeth graze her earlobe, “I do love it when I can see marks on my back in the morning.”

        Y/N let out a shaky breath, as butterflies tumbled through her stomach. Three minutes of anticipation and the door clicked open, making her whip around and come face to face with Harry.

        “Hey,” he breathed out. “I uh I didn’t really think you’d come, but I’m really happy you did.”

        Y/N shrugged toeing at the ground and smoothing her hands against her thighs. “I’ll always do everything I can to support you. Being together is not a condition in my book for making sure you’re alright and happy.”

        “Did you uh – di –“

        “Did I hear the song?” she interrupted him, and Harry visibly gulped nodding. 

        “Yeah.” It was barely a whisper, her eyes cast down, noticing how his foot was tapping an irregular rhythm.

        “And?”

        “And?” Y/N let out a chuckle before leaning down to the couch and grabbing a pillow. “How! Dare! You!” she yelled, hitting his arm with it. “You think you can just do that, you think you can dedicate a song – a fucking love song – to me and get away with it? You think you can just be sweet and nice and so fucking loving and not make me fall in love with you more? And – and – and you just think you can do that?! And make me feel things?”

        Harry’s smile was blinding, as he grabbed the pillow, throwing it onto the sofa, and eliminating the two remaining steps between the two, hands on her waist, forehead to hers, as Y/N huffed seeing the smirk bloom even more on his lips. “I made you feel things, huh?”

        “Yes,” she grumbled crossing her arms in front of her chest, but in no way was she attempting to push away from him, actually relishing his touch and warmth, and his skin against hers. “You did. And I hate you for that.”

        “Do ya really, dove?” He was smiling wider than before.

        Her nose brushed against his. “Very much so.”

        “I love you too. So much.”

        “You sure you want to take a chance on me?” Y/N had to ask. “It’s – I can’t promise it’ll be easy.”

        “Love’s not supposed to be easy. And you’re worth it. You’re worth everything to me.”

        “Okay then…” She had to suppress the cry that threatened to break out of her throat by clearing it.  “But on one condition,” Y/N stated with all seriousness. “You give me a proper shag right here, right now, because I’ve missed you so much, I won’t be able to wait until home.”

“Fuck, dove!” Harry groaned and cupped her cheeks, pulling her lips to his. “They’re gonna ban me from here,” Harry muttered against Y/N’s mouth, trying to wiggle out of the cardigan.

        “Then let’s give them a reason,” Y/N hummed against his lips, as her fingers, shaky but still nimble, undid the first button to his high-collared shirt. 

        Down and down, they went until the planes of his chest and stomach were exposed, and she could indulge herself by letting her palms and nails rake over the skin and the tattoos.

        “Wanna taste you,” Harry gasped pulling away for a breath of air. “Haven’t had you in so long, wanna feel you cum on my tongue.”

        Y/N’s eyes rolled to the back of her head from his words alone, and given how she didn’t trust her voice to not shake, she nodded her head, helping him get her boots off, toeing the socks with them and then shimmying out of her jeans.

        Her bottom half was practically naked when Harry pulled her by the thighs, legs around his waist and lowered her on the shabby sofa. Her mind was so hazy from all the love and pleasure, Y/N didn’t even care about how it probably hadn’t had a good deep clean in ages.

        Skilful hands lifted up her jumper, exposing the tank underneath. Harry raised his eyebrow. “How many layers do you have on? I want you naked.”

        “It’s fucking winter in New York.” Y/N helped him remove the piece of clothing he found so offensive. “Did you want me to come in just lingerie and freeze my tits off?”

        He hummed before looking up. “Speaking of tits? Can I see ‘em?”

         “Maybe. If you eat me out first.”

        “Deal.” 

        The thing was, as much as Harry wanted to dive right into it, he was feeling mischievous, so he decided to drag out the process as much as possible. Hands caressing her sides, he lifted the shirt so he could press kisses to her stomach, leaving invisible marks of love with every step of the way, and he grinned to himself hearing Y/N’s breath hitch as he reached her underwear.

        There was an embarrassingly large wet spot, and Harry pressed his hips against the couch to somewhat minimise the pain he was starting to feel. He was not gonna blow a load in his pants when he finally got to be with Y/N again. 

        “Can I take 'em off?” Harry murmured, leaving a fluttery press of his mouth against her hipbone, while she viciously nodded. 

        Quickly he pressed a kiss to the spot he’d soon be able to see unclothed, and it made Y/N jerk, but fuck she was eager, pupils blown so much there was nothing left of her usual Y/E/C eyes, but two black abysses.

        Harry’s were quite the same, as the green had turned dark jade, and even that was a small ringlet around his intense gaze.

        “Do not!” She pointed a finger at him, and Harry stopped mid-motion, just as he was going to pocket her panties. “I won’t go commando while wearing jeans.”

        “But –“

        “It’s not you who’ll chafe.”

        Harry huffed, and put them on the side of the couch. “Fine. But just so you know, you’re very boring and are ruining all the fun.”

        “At least I won’t have to deal with a yeast infection.”

        He couldn’t argue with that, running his hands over her thighs. “Fair enough. But you owe me a kiss.”

        “Come here, you doofus,” she grabbed at the open lapels of his shirt and pulled him down, arms looping around his broad shoulder to have his chest pressed against hers and bring their lips back together. 

        For a couple of minutes, they let their tongues dance in the familiar rhythm. There were no teeth clashing, no foreheads bumping or biting. Despite both of their eagerness, they’d decided to revel in being together, so each kiss was experienced to the fullest.

        “Better?” she asked, completely out of breath, as they pulled apart. 

        “Yeah.” Harry smiled, mind a blissed-out haze. “Now, where were we?”

        She couldn’t really think straight either, so her only response was a lift of her hips.

        “Right,” he sighed and slipped a delicate hand down her tummy and along the inside of her legs.  “God, I missed being here.” And slowly his head joined where he was brushing the sensitive skin of the apex of her thighs.

        “Harry!” she dragged out his name, as his fingers just kept skimming her skin, and when she thought they’d slip past her folds, he dragged them back to the inner thigh. “Stop teasing!” Y/N had her hands over her eyes. 

        “Why?” he smirked, kissing right around the place she wanted his lips on, but not on it. “It’s fun. Payback for everything you put me through.”

        “Harry, I swear if you don’t put your tongue in me, I’ll put my foot through your face.”

        He lifted her legs up, and then over his shoulders, caging her hips in with his arms. “Not if I do that.”

        “Just – fuck! You’re such a bully!” Y/N laughed. 

        “Are you telling me, I’m being mean to my girlfriend, the love of my life, owner of my heart and soul?” he asked, leaning his cheek to rest against the inside of her thigh, and she wove her fingers into his hair.

        “Well, if you don’t do anything, it’s gonna be ex-girlfriend again.”

        Harry narrowed his eyes. “Look who’s being a bully now.”

        “But – just – please!” she whined. “Please, I need it so bad.”

        “Need what?”

        “Ugh, you’re such a menace!” Y/N pretty much yelled and leaned to rest herself on her elbows, catching Harry’s eyes to keep a direct gaze. “I need your tongue so far up my cunt, that by the end of it all, your neck is covered in my cum. Happy now?”

        His grin was wicked. “Very.”

        That seemed to do the trick, as he lowered his head, and with closed eyes like a wine taster, finally attached his mouth to where Y/N had been craving him for so long. A deep sigh of relief passed her lips, and she threw her head back against the couch cushion, savouring the feeling of what was happening to her. 

        “Did you eat pineapples before coming?” Harry asked, replacing his tongue with two of his fingers; they slipped in without any resistance with how wet she was. “Taste… sweet.”

        “Had a fruit salad for dinner,” she moaned as he leaned back in and licked a broad stripe. “Didn’t have anything else in the fridge.”

        “That’s not proper dinner. Pizza afterwards?”

        Y/N hummed as he sucked on her clit. “Domino’s?”

        Harry linked his fingers through hers and brought their intertwined hands to rest on her stomach. “Whatever you want.”

        “Isn’t this kind of cheating for you though?” she let out a choked-back laugh, and with furrowed brows, he detached himself from her core.

        “What’dya mean?”

        “You’re having dessert first.”

        The singer threw his head back with a cackle. “Don’t worry, I’ll eat my veggies. But let me finish having my fruit first.”

        It was like he’d been starved of her, and in a way, Harry definitely had been. For almost three months, a quarter of a year, he hadn’t felt Y/N’s touch, hadn’t tasted her, nor pretty much heard the sounds she made.

        All he’d been left with was one last good-bye, a kiss given in a passion induced haze, and the one-sentence she’d recorded for her voicemail box, and well, let’s just say – Harry was more than happy to feel her hands let go of his and grasp onto his hair, to drink up everything she offered and listen to all of the moans Y/N was no longer depriving him of. It was heaven, to say the least.

        “ ‘M not gonna last long,” she gasped, yanking at his hair, making him moan into her, the vibrations only adding to the already intense pleasure that was coursing through her veins.

        Harry released her clit with a small pop. “Don’t want you to last long. Want you to cum and do it like you said you would – soak me all the way down to my neck.”

        A second later, he had his mouth around her clit again, ten seconds later, her whole body seized up, the air got stuck at the back of her throat, as her eyes rolled to the back, and her back arched up from the couch so far Harry almost lost his hold on Y/N’s waist.

        It was through a fog she heard Harry speak, and it took all of her willpower to focus on understanding what he was saying.

        “Hey, come back to me, dove,” he whispered, gentle palms coming to hold Y/N’s face, and he intently watched her eyelids flutter, body still going through the aftershocks of orgasm. “Come back, dove.”

        “Mhmm,” she let out a soft sigh, leaning her face more into Harry’s touch before opening her eyes and giving him a fucked-out smile. 

        “You good there?”

        The words ‘the best’ were pretty much a slur, but Harry understood them, eyes twinkling. “Take my top off.”

        “What?”

        She quirked an eyebrow. “Didn’t you wanna see my tits?”

        “Yeah,” Harry laughed. “I did – do. Very much so. Gonna let me?”

        “Just take my top off.” 

        Pressing a chaste kiss to her lips, where she could taste herself (and much like Harry had said – she did taste sweet), he practically ripped the tank top off, and with a little help from Y/N who stretched her back, the bra came off as well, revealing her in her full naked glory.

        “So beautiful,” he uttered in a soft voice. “Still so bloody gorgeous. Should kick myself for ever letting you go even for a second.”

        A little piece of her heart broke at Harry’s statement. “Wasn’t your fault.”

        “Maybe.” He dragged a hand between her breasts and watched as Y/N’s breathing went ragged. “Maybe not. All I know is, I shouldn’t have let you leave.”

        “Then don’t let me. Please.”

        It was the tears in her eyes which made him lean down and give her an open-mouthed kiss, tongue twisting against hers, promising that whatever happened, whatever insecurities came their way, he wouldn’t ever let go. 

        “Take these off,” Y/N said, popping open the button to his slack, and even that small motion made Harry release a groan of relief, as some of the pressure was taken off his painfully hard dick. “Wanna have you inside me.”

        “Dove, you’ll kill me with that mouth of yours.”

        “I’d rather you raw me than die.”

        “ ‘S not my fault you’ve got such a dirty mouth.”

        He’d managed to kick off his shoes, and shimmy the trousers down, now lying in a pile on the floor, while Y/N had fully removed his shirt and had thrown it somewhere across the room, itching to just have him pressed against her. 

        “Condom,” Harry hissed when Y/N’s hand slipped behind his briefs and grabbed him at the base, twisting her palm the way he liked, and slowly moving it up so she could press her thumb against the sensitive tip. “Condom – shit – Y/N,  I wanna cum, but not that quick.”

        “Nuhu,” she shook her head, wrapping her legs around his waist, both her hands going to the back of his underwear and dragging them down, not before squeezing his ass. “I said I want you to raw me.”

        If Harry was going to bust a nut before, now it took him literally biting on his lip and closing his eyes for a minute to gather composure.

        “Wait no!” Y/N suddenly sat upright as he was going to lean down, almost knocking her forehead to his nose.

        “What? What’s wrong?”

        “Nothing, I just wanna blow you.”

        “I –,“ he stammered, “you – fuck. Okay. As much as I love that idea, because believe me I do, you’ll have to do it later, ‘cause I’m just about ready to cum.”

        Y/N’s brows furrowed, hand reaching for his hard member, Harry having to stop her midway. “But – you just gave me such good head. I wanna give some to you too.”

        “I will literally cum just from you talking if you don’t stop, but I really wanna fuck you, so will you please just let me?”

        “Okay,” Y/N nodded leaning back down and reaching for Harry to lay over her. “But you’ll let me stuff my face with your cock after?”

        “Jesus Christ.”

        “ ‘S not fun being teased, is it?” Y/N grinned, biting on his earlobe, as Harry took himself and lined up with her entrance, letting the tip nudge against her clit.

        “Yes well,” he took in a breath, slowly sinking in, “if you giving me a blowjob is your form of revenge, I might have to piss you off more.”

        That was a suggestion Y/N was happy to take him up on, as long as it got Harry inside her. 

        He was being very gentle, very much so aware of how sensitive she still was from her previous orgasm, and all he wanted to do was make her feel as good as possible, so he stilled half-way in, but Y/N shook her head.

        “More,” she whimpered.

         “Don’t wanna hurt you,” he muttered against her lips, legs shaking from how much pleasure he was already having, but still very much so attuned to what Y/N’s body was telling him, yet she seemed to not be having any of it.

        “Harry if you don’t get inside me right up to your balls, I will get myself off in front of you, and leave you high and dry.”

        “Now that,” he looked at her pointedly, “just won’t do.” And with those words, he sank deeper, just as Y/N had requested until he’d bottomed out.

        All the air had been choked out of her lungs from the sensation, and not only did Harry have to wait for a second for her to adjust (and to compose himself somewhat), but also for Y/N to take in a breath.

        “Breathe, dove,” he let out a small laugh, and it made Y/N reciprocate, her chest rattling with uneven intakes. “Said I didn’t wanna hurt you, let alone kill you.”

        “ ‘S not my fault your dick’s massive.”

        “Do I hear complaining?”

        “No, just stating a fact.”

        “Well, I’ll be taking that as a compliment.” He smoothed away some strands of hair, letting the two of them just lay there for a moment, to relish in the normalcy of the situation and how amazing it was to be back together, emotionally, mentally, and physically.

        Harry left kisses all over Y/N’s face as she calmed down, lips skimming over her cheeks, then down her jawline, up her chin to give a peck on the lips before kissing the tip of her nose and the bridge, then each of her eyelids and then the forehead before slipping to soothe at her temples. “You alright?” He checked in, a thumb stroking her cheek. “Do you want some water maybe?”

        “No,” she shook her head, her own palms on a never-stopping motion on his back, up and down, and then circling against Harry’s sides. “Jus’ needed a second to gather myself. ‘S been a while.”

        “So, you haven’t gotten with anyone while we – “

        Y/N raised an eyebrow as his question trickled off. “Do you really wanna know if I’ve had sex with anyone? Right now? With your dick all the way in my vagina?”

        “Hey! STDs are a real thing!”

        “Harry, if I was, I would’ve told you before all of this. And not just because of health risks…”

        And that made something in his chest bloom. This certain hope, he’d felt get extinguished when Y/N had broken it off, but that had been quite the pest in his mind. The hope that was the reason he’d tried so hard to talk to her both on New Year’s and then the week prior – the hope, that Y/N did trust him enough to open up, and that if he just gave her the time, she’d do so without inhibitions.

        Her answer confirmed it to Harry. He had no rights to know what her sex life was like when they weren’t together, he wasn’t her keeper, but the fact that she’d implied, she would’ve let him know regardless, that Y/N so wholeheartedly trusted him with such intimate information made that hope blossom into a glowing flower.

        “I haven’t been with anyone either,” his tone was sincere. “I – I couldn’t. I tried to, but I just couldn’t take it that far, because every time I opened my eyes… it wasn’t you staring back at me.”

        “Haz…” tears gleamed on Y/N’s bottom lashes, and when they fell, he gently wiped them away. “I’m sorry.”

        “No.” He shook his head. “None of that. It was a good thing. Because we’re here, right now, right this second, and it’s you I’m with, and it’s you I wanted. Needed. So, none of that.”

        “I just – “

        “I know,” he said and pressed his forehead against hers. “I know.”

        “Okay… I – “ she took in a breath. “I think you can move now.”

        “You sure?”

        “Mhm,” Y/N hummed. “Just take it slow at first.”

        Harry’s head fell into the crook of her neck. “I’ll take care of you. Promise. Just tell me if it hurts, and we’ll stop.”

        “You could never hurt me.”

        And as much as her statement made his insides all warm and fuzzy, Harry still moved gently. Slowly he rolled his hips into hers and took in the small moan that left Y/N’s throat. Then once more, and more, and more until he’d set a bruising pace, pounding into her so much, the table next to the sofa shook with the force.

        “Fuck, Haz.” It was a breathless whimper, her nails digging oh so deliciously into his back, leaving crescent moon marks for him to admire later. “Feels so good. So deep.”

        “And you’re so tight,” he grunted, placing a hand on her lower stomach and pushing down until he could feel himself moving inside of Y/N. “Taking me so fucking well.”

        One of his palms came to rest by her head, and the other took the arm of the couch, giving Harry the chance to lean into her even more and finally hit that spot that made all thought leave her head, and all breaths come in short gasps, while she desperately tried to hold onto reality by digging her nails in his biceps.

        Not that Harry was fairing any better. With every thrust and stroke, he was slowly coming closer to letting go, to finally getting that release he craved and painting Y/N’s core with his cum, but before that, he just had to, if only to prove to himself he could, get her off one more time. 

        His palm slipped down from the armrest of the couch, over Y/N’s collarbones, squeezing her breast before finding its way between them to rub circles over her clit.

        “Ah, shit,” he moaned, looking at where his cock was disappearing into her, wetness spilling and sticking to his lower abdomen and thighs. “Fuck, dove, I need you to come.”

        “ ‘M almost there,” she gasped. “Don’t stop rubbing.”

        He didn’t, instead, increasing the pace, and he felt her clench more and more until there was pretty much no way for him to move and that pushed both of them over the edge.

        It was an explosion of fireworks without a sound, as bright colours came to life behind their eyelids, but all the noise became non-existent, the most euphoric feeling in the world seemed to replace their blood and replenish their souls with love.

        But funnily enough, even though Y/N was the one who’d had two mind-blowing orgasms, it seemed Harry was having a harder time coming down from the high, as he was still shaking, his whole body racked by tremors, hair sticking to his sweat-slicked skin.

        “Come back to me, Haz.” Y/N kissed his eyelids just like he’d done to her. “Come back. ‘S alright.”

        “Nuhu,” he shook his head, laughter rumbling through his chest and reverberating into hers. “I think you’ve killed me. Absolutely bloody murdered me.”

        “Guess I gotta hide your body then.” She smiled, letting her hands roam his back and soothe the pain her nails had left.

        “Good thing you’re obsessed with all those crime shows.”

        “Gotta get some useful skills somehow.”

        Loud banging against the door made the two jump, and Harry whipped his head towards it.

        “Are you two done fucking?” Sarah hollered. “ ‘Cause there are people here who’d like to change and get something to eat.”

        “What’dya say?” Harry raised an eyebrow at Y/N. “Pizza?”

        “You did promise dinner.”

        “I did.” He kissed her. God, he was never going to get tired of kissing her. And luckily, Y/N was there to stay.

        “Great.” She smiled. “And after that, I’ll get my desert.”

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A/N:..... I need a cold shower, yall. Didn’t intend for it to get that explicit, but oh well :D 

P.S. my tags are always open :)

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Hi Den! I just saw your depressive reader request and I really appreciated it, of course and your other contents, they were amazing. I wasn't really feeling myself lately and seeing the characters comfort the reader, believe me it really helps me, especially I'm going through a big test right now. I was wondering if I can request a Vlad King version, or any other characters you have in mind? I really wanted to be in his big arms, if no then it's ok too💗please stay hydrated at these times and be safe, I'm looking foward to your great work💗

 Hi! I'm really glad you liked them! I have another ask looking to get Mic and Yagi so I’ll add them here too, i hope your test goes well! 

Sekijiro Kan / Vlad King Hindsight is always much clearer. You wished you'd started the assignment when you got it rather than continually putting it off, but no, so everything had piled. You somehow managed to churn it all out the night before but it left you thoroughly exhausted. So much so that you end up flaking on your plans with Sekijiro, he doesn’t seem too perturbed on the phone though, he knew you had a lot of work right now, he’s been guilty of the same thing on occasion.  Though that was a week ago. Nothing particularly devastating had happened, nothing out of the ordinary, and yet you just felt so exhausted. Everything was a chore to you. Which made staying in bed with the lights out for days on end incredibly easy. But it made doing laundry, changing your sheets, doing the dishes, and even just finishing a glass of water basically impossible. All you had the energy to do was get up, go to your job, and come straight home and get back into bed. If your coworkers noticed your rapidly declining state no one said anything.  It was rare for Sekijiro to go more than a few hours without at least a text from you. You sent him literally whatever crossed your mind, pictures, random ideas or thoughts, questions about what you should eat for lunch or dinner, should you get mocha in your coffee or vanilla? You also usually called him when you were doing some sort of mindless task, cooking or cleaning and other things of the like. Not to mention how often you saw each other, practically everyday you usually stopped in on him while he was paroling, or asked him to come to your place when he was done. Now he was going full days without hearing from you at all. Since you’d given him a raincheck on your plans earlier last week he’d hardly heard from you. He texted you first of course, he’d asked how you were feeling numerous times now, but you always just said ‘I’m alright’ or ‘a bit exhausted’ at the worst before turning the conversation around to him again.  “You look nervous.” Aizawa doesn’t look up when he speaks, but it was an elephant in the room. Sekijiro was sure everyone had noticed how often he was checking his phone, or the nervous jitter in his leg every time it went off. “Yeah big guy what’s got you so rattled?” Mic agrees from his spot beside Aizawa in the teachers lounge.  “Nothing really.” Vlad cracks his knuckles, a nervous habit. “I bet you told Ryo. You shouldn’t play favorites it’s-”  “I didn’t tell him and I don’t play favorites.” He cuts Nemuri off.  “Is it romance troubles?”  “Why do you always take it there, Midnight?”  “So it is.” She looks proud, “I don’t always take it there, I just have a keen eye.”  Sekijiro lets out an empty huff of a laugh, “sure.”  “Maybe we can help.” If anyone but Aizawa said that Sekijiro would have written it off. It’s not that Aizawa wasn’t a nice guy, he was a hero after all, but for the most part he liked to keep to himself. Him offering help must have meant that Sekijiro was jumpier than he’d previously thought. “I have this...friend..and they’ve just been sort of MIA lately is all.  I don’t wanna barge in on them but they’re just not acting like themselves. I’m worried I did something to offend them, or that they’re hurt or sick and not telling me, when I ask they just write it off. I don’t want to seem like I don’t trust them but something just feels wrong.” Now that he said it out loud this did sound like the type of thing Ryo would have been really useful for, though that in mind Ryo knew you better than the others, the chance of him just barging in on you was much higher. The trio ponders this new information before Mic seems to have a lightbulb. “Why don’t you go there with a gift? That way it’s less like barging in and more like surprising!” Mic jumps, holding up an inquisitive finger, “or bring some take out or something like that!”  “That’s..not a bad idea..” Sekijiro murmurs to himself, it wasn’t out of character for him to surprise you at random times either...  “Great. Why don’t you head out now?” Aizawa offers and Sekijiro turns to him.  “No I mean, I would but I agreed to stay back for my class so they could use the-”  “We’ll be here for a while.” He’s curt but his kindness isn’t lost on the taller hero.  “Thank you Eraser. I really appreciate this, I’ll repay you.”  “Don’t mention it. If this’ll get you to stop shaking like a wet dog all the time.” He mutters to himself turning the paper before him over, “let us know if we can do anything else.”  You were starving. Yet you didn’t have a single morsel of food in your whole apartment, not even a jar of peanut butter. The hunger pains in your stomach weren’t enough to motivate you to venture out into the world, the terrible gloomy weather wasn’t helping either. You rolled onto your chest with a groan, wondering how much longer you could go on like this. Maybe after work tomorrow you could stop some place and pick up some groceries, for now though sleep was a great distraction.  Despite having a key Sekijiro still knocked, though after receiving no reply he elected to let himself in.  It seems like you’re in, your shoes are by the door, and your key is on the hook above them, but the coffee table is covered in plates, utensils and half empty cups of water or juice, your favorite blanket was strewn haphazardly over the couch, dangling onto the floor, you normally folded it neatly and draped it over the back. Your work papers and other things were cluttering the arm chair on the far end of the room and there were various wrappers around the floor and couch.  “Hello?” Sekijrio calls out for you but gets no reply. He clears a spot on your coffee table for the take out he brought and sets the other bag of various odds and ends on the couch before setting to straightening up. If you were asleep, which is what he figured, then you probably had a cold or something. He doesn’t wanna clean everything, incase you..liked it like this? He’s not sure himself but maybe you were trying something out. He empties the glasses into the sink and cleans them and the utensils off before discovering you had literally no food in your whole apartment. This was becoming concerning.  “Hey..” He knocks on the slightly ajar door of your bedroom, there’s no light coming from inside.  “I’m gonna come in alright?” He nudges the door open with his shoulder and the light from the hallway illuminates you, asleep. You didn’t look sick, though somehow you still looked worse for wear.  He shuffles over to you, “hey you?” He crouches down but keeps his voice low, “wake up.” He doesn’t want to startle you or anything. His efforts are fruitless. He straightens up and looks around a bit, pondering his next move.  He elects to climb into bed with you, he isn’t sure why he does this, but it feels like the right move. He carefully maneuvers your limp and sleepy form to rest against him. You start to mumble sleepily, still deadweight stacked against him, “Sek?” You’re wrapping an arm around his ribcage.  “Hey’re you up?” He looks down to you, only to find you are in fact not up. So he stays like that for a while, holding you by the back of your head to his chest, his other hand running long strokes over your spine, he could reheat the take out for you when you woke up.  When you do wake up you’re fully prepared for the terrible pang of hunger to be the first thing that you feel. But instead you just feel warm, you didn’t remember bringing a heavier blanket in here with you, but the warm weight on your back was comforting and...moving? Why was your blanket rubbing your back? The next thing to hit you was the scent, warm and piney to mask a slight metallic twinge, it was Sekijiro’s.  “Hey you’re awake.” His hand halts, “sorry to barge in like this.”  “it’s...okay.” You wipe your eyes and sit up, his hand slides off your back and wraps around to hold your waist.  “You feeling alright?”  The hunger hits you then.  “Honestly? No..” You’re straddling his leg, hands resting on his stomach.  “Yeah, I had a feeling. What’s up? It didn’t feel like you had a fever.”  “I’ve just been exhausted lately, Everything’s a chore. It’s all piling up and I have no motivation, and then I isolate myself and that doesn’t help.” You scrub your face. It clicks for Sekijiro then.  “Oh.” He sits up, “oh.” He holds either of your arms in his hands, “why didn’t you say something sooner? I would have come to help.”  “I didn’t wanna be a burden or seem childish, normally I can be pretty high functioning when I get like this. I’m still going to work and all so I figured I’d just pull out of this slump and then..apologize to you for being so aloof. I just-” Your stomach growls.  “And another thing! You don’t even have a crumb of food in here!” Sekijiro scolds you, “seriously I was worried sick when I got in. And you’re starving! You could have asked me to bring you something!”  “I didn’t wanna bother you, especially when I was being so cold I-”  “Okay. Don’t work yourself up.” Sekijiro uses the hand not being held by you to pull your bedhair back from your face, “well I brought food anyways. We can heat it up. So why don’t we talk after you eat?” “I’d... rather talk now..” You murmur, holding one of his hands in both of yours, “I’m really sorry Sekijiro. I shouldn’t have acted like that. I should have called you and explained and-”  “That’s a lot easier said than done babe.” Sekijiro stops you, “I won’t say I wasn’t worried, I was. Aizawa even said something to me.” He laughs a little, “but...this isn’t always something you can help. I didn’t wanna seem like I didn’t trust you by just barging in so I let it go on too long. I’m sorry for not coming sooner even though I was worried.”  “It’s not your responsibility to-”  “Shush. Anyways, now I know this kind of thing can happen from time to time, are you okay with me coming to check on you if I’m worried?”   “Of course I am..” You lean forward and drop your head onto his shoulder,  “I’m sorry too, for shutting you out and being cold..I didn’t make you think I was mad at you did I?”  He laughs, “It had..briefly crossed my mind.”  “I’m sorry Sek..” You wrap your arms around his back, you feel it shake with quiet laughter.  “It’s alright. Everything is fine now. You must be starving though, do you feel better? Enough to eat at least? Let’s go out to the couch, a change of scenery may do you good?”  You agree blindly, affectionately leaning into him as he rubs your back, truthfully you weren’t even sure what you agreed to until you were rounding the corner to the living room.  “Oh no it’s-” Not half as bad as you thought?  “I just picked up some stuff while you were asleep.” He waves, “I left your work stuff and the blanket, I know you can be particular about them. Get comfy and I’ll go heat this up.”  You sit on another bag by accident, curious you peek inside to find a niche collection of aspirin, a heating pad, and some socks among other things. You can feel your eyes getting wet.  “Hey why don’t you pick a movie too?” He’s coming back with two plates, “I can even give you a pass this time I won’t mind if you fall asleep because I-”  “Did you get all this for me?” You scrub at your eyes and he rushes over, quickly setting the plates down.  “W-well yeah I though you were sick!” He pulls you forward again, into his chest, he wraps his arms around you, “what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”  “It’s just really nice of you-” You sniffle, carding your hand through the back of his hair, “thank you for coming Sek.”  “Well..yeah of course I came babe. I’ll always...geeze, don’t cry..I didn’t wanna make you cry. Come on buck up.” His hands are sort of aggressively rubbing your back, but it’s actually kind of comforting..  “You could never bother me with something like this. I wanna help.”  “I’m sorry.” You pull away and wipe your face after he squeezes you one last time, “sorry I’m..I don’t know why I’m so emotional right now-” You sniffle and look up at him, “I'm such a baby aren’t I?”  “No..I don't think so.” He reaches out and nudges a tear with his knuckle, “I think it’s sweet. Babies are cute anyways.” His palms cup your face and his thumbs rub comforting strokes over your puffy cheeks, “let’s eat, okay? Put on a movie and you can fall asleep again if you want, I’ll even carry you to bed after. Tomorrow we’ll both go to work and then come back here and start getting you back on track alright? You’d help if it were me so don’t worry about troubling me. It’s really not any trouble at all. I feel better knowing you’re taken care of so really you’re doing me a favor.” 

Hizashi Yamada/Present Mic The pair of you were quite literally inseparable. You called each other during every commute, texted and chatted throughout the entire day. So when he started lamenting to Aizawa that you’d pulled away a bit Aizawa told him to buck up, you probably just needed time to recharge. He’d been friends with the voice hero for over a decade now and even he needed to take time to himself on occasion, and he didn’t see Hizashi half as often as you did sometimes. He always reassures Hizashi that loudness can be exhausting but that doesn’t mean he’s disliked, sometimes people just can’t match his energy. That was probably the case now. While that put him slightly at ease he was still a bit disgruntled. You’d never had an issue talking to him about this sort of thing before, you were always the first person to ask him to quiet down, or to lower his energy level, and usually you were the one of the few who could do it in a way that was somehow sweet rather than hurtful. The fact that you were plain ignoring him now sort of...actually hurt his feelings. You answered his texts, though usually with much less gusto than before, and you always cut your talks on the phone short with some random excuse, ‘i think someone is at the door’ or, ‘sorry someone else is calling me’ or ‘my phones about to die’ and so on. When he asked to see you you deflected, you had a migraine, you were backed up at work, you wouldn’t be home till later, you had to get up early the next day, any excuse under the sun to take a raincheck on him. He spent about 2 days brooding over it, genuinely hurt by your actions and wholly unsure of your intentions.  To be honest, his high energy, loudness, and general excitability was exactly what you needed right now. You never had trouble asking him for help with things before; Help me open this jar? Could you pick up dinner on your way back? Do you mind moving my couch please, I’m trying to redecorate.. Will you straighten my hair I always miss pieces in the back. So you didn’t know why you couldn’t ask him to just be here. You didn’t need anything else, just his company would have been nice. You’d had an awful week, there was so much to do and you could feel your interest waining as the seconds ticked by, it was normal for you to get dragged down this time of year. Your coworkers and teammates were understanding of it, everyone had their ticks and this was yours, they were happy to help pick up what overwhelmed you and you were grateful for that but at the same time guilt gnawed at you, you felt useless and burdensome, the last thing you wanted to do was ask yet another person for yet another favor. Begging for help when you should be able to do it yourself. You didn’t want to suck the energy out of Hizashi, you already felt guilty enough for leaning so heavily on your colleagues. In hindsight your reasoning would make no sense, but all you wanted to do now was isolate yourself. It was as if your growth wouldn’t mean anything if you didn’t achieve it all on your own. You’re never really sure how you reach these conclusions but in the end they always feel logical.  That being said, it didn’t feel like you were achieving much of anything right now. All of these tears were over nothing, it wasn’t anything that couldn’t be fixed but still. You’d written it all in pen, and now the error..it’s not that you couldn’t white it out, you surely could, but the white out would look sloppy now and it would be clear you made an error but you were so close to being done you didn’t want to start the whole page over. It felt like a silly thing to cry over, but you did anyways. Eventually it tired you out enough to get you to just resign to bed. Hardly past 10 pm, but bed. You needed bed. You were so wrapped up in work that you didn’t even notice him texting and calling, you hadn’t even spoken to him once today, and then when you decided to call it a night you just left your phone at your work space.  He was antsy, jumpy and even a bit irritable. Worry didn’t really begin to describe it. Eventually, late into dinner Nemuri tells him to just go to you. “Check up on them, if they really are exhausted they’ll tell you that to your face, it’s better to be safe than sorry.”  Everyone seemed to echo her sentiments, which was largely unsurprising considering his change in demeanor was probably the least refreshing thing to befall the group of teachers the semester. Dorming wasn’t entirely unpleasant, they liked each other enough, but when things like this happened everyone’s patience was tested.  He calls when he’s outside your complex, he’s mostly sure you won’t answer but he at least wanted to try before knocking, and then eventually deciding to just use his key. Not answering wasn’t going to be enough to get rid of him, he decided he was going to get to the bottom of this tonight. Even if the issues was simply that you just needed the time to recharge from him you could say that instead of just dropping off the face of the Earth, it wasn’t like you to be such a terrible communicator. Which is why he had trouble believing that as the truth, but even if it was there needed to be some sort of conversation about how this was not effective for either party because now he was mad at you and even if you had recharged sufficiently he wouldn't’ want to see you until he cooled down.  Hizashi isn’t surprised when you neglect to answer the door. He is surprised by the terrible state of your apartment though. Papers and pencils are scattered around the living room, the kitchen is practically turned upside down despite the only food on the stove being a pot of plain rice that looks hardly touched. The further he ventured into the apartment the less he worried about you being tired of him and the more he worried that something awful had happened, and he’d neglected to notice you when you were in harms way.  Your bathroom wasn’t much better than your kitchen, once neat medicine cabinet shelves were disheveled, cabinet doors were left open things were far from their usual place, not to mention the pile of laundry in the corner. He hand’t announced himself yet, normally it was the first thing he did, loud and boisterous and probably incredibly annoying to anyone but you, “I’m here, where are you?? come say hello!!” But something unsettling was constricting in him, his chest, his stomach, his throat it made his shoulders tense. Had something terrible happened to you while he was trying to give you space? Had he ignored an obvious cry for help? Was he too late? Would his neglect cause him to lose someone else? The last place to look was your bedroom, but the light was off, and it was hardly past 10, he brain wrote off any possibility of you being there, you were a historic night owl why would you be in bed at 10?  He wasn’t relieved by the lump under your covers, in-fact he’d go as far as to say his panic only rose, bubbling up to the point he could feel it behind his eyes, like some awful pounding headache, the kind you get after driving home from a loud concert and having to look at all the city lights at night, though this was much less euphoric.  “Hey?!” He can’t help tearing the covers back, flicking the lamp on, he hates to startle you, but right now startling you would be one of the best case scenarios.  You jump, it presses you back into your pillows, into your mattress, the sheets crumple beneath you, it’s just instinct, you don’t know what else to do, you throw a pillow at him.  “Get out!”  “Hey it’s just me!”  You were flinching, bracing for some sort of retaliation, though when nothing comes you open your eyes.  “Hizashi?”  “Babe, thank god,” he exhales like he hadn’t taken a breath in 10 minutes, not before pulling you up into a rib crushing hug.  “What are you doing here?” Your hands hover over his back, confused.  “What am I doing here??” He scoffs holding the back of your head, huddling you into the crook of his neck. “Looking for you! That’s what I’m doing here!” You feel a twinge of guilt at that, especially since he’s holding you so tightly, “are you alright?”  “I’m fine..Zash..I’m okay.” One of your hands fall limp into his lap.  “I was so worried.” He pulls you back, “seriously I was going insane, I thought something happened to you, you got abducted or hurt or worse I thought-” He stops himself, “please don’t ever disappear like that again.” He presses his forehead into yours, “you don’t need tot ell me where you’re going, I’m not trying to keep tabs on you, just please at least tell me you’re safe. Promise me you would tell me if you weren’t, that you’d be honest with me if you were in trouble or scared-”  “Of course I’d...Zash is something wrong?”  “I should be asking you that! Where have you been?” He’s pulling away again, squeezing your arms, “did you just get sick of me? Is this your way of-”  “No!” You jump, “no, Hizashi I’d never do that to you-”  “So then why? Why isolate yourself like this? Why would you do this? Did you just need a break from me? Was I being too loud, too much to-” “Zashi please stop you’ll make me cry-” You shake your head, “this didn’t have anything to do with you. Please stop thinking that, I’m sorry I made you feel that way I-”  “You’ve already been crying!” He’s inspecting your face, “why didn’t you call me, how long have you been upset for? Is that...” You can see the gears turning until the dots are connected.  “I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner I-”  “It’s not your fault don’t be sorry! I should be sorry I- and you-” You hiccup.  “Me? What about me?” He Looks down at you, “this is about you babe I’m fine-”  “No! You thought I was upset with you! Or tired of you! Or worse that I didn’t want to be with you and that’s not true! I worried you for no good reason and I’m sorry!”  “Oh babe...no..” He shakes his head before pulling you into another hug, “no..no way it’s not like that-”  “But it is! Isn’t it? You even asked me if you were too much lately! You aren’t you never are Zashi, there’s no such thing as you being to loud or annoying or..anything. I just want you to be yourself, I’m okay when you’re like that, getting to see you like that I.... I don’t want you to change anything, please don’t change anything-”  “Babe that’s sweet.” He squeezes you, you feel his lips on your temple, "but I’m worried about you. What happened to make you so emotional?”  “I just got overwhelmed. I hate this time of year.” You fist his shirt in your hands, “work was too much. Everyone is nice, they understand, but somehow I feel even worse taking help from them. It feels like if I can’t pull myself up on my own it makes me weak, it doesn’t count if I don’t do it by myself. Which is why I didn’t call you. Or text you, or try to see you at all. I was already leaning on so many people I didn’t want to take from you too. I didn’t wanna suck up your extra time, you energy I...you’re my boyfriend not my caretaker I just-”  “Stop me if I’m butting in unfairly.” He rests his chin on your head, “and I mean this respectfully. But that’s stupid.”  “Asshole! I just poured my heart out to you don’t call it stupid!” You shove him.  “Hey let me finish!” He catches your hands before you can get up, “it’s stupid because I lean on you all the time.” He pulls you forward again, “are my accomplishments null because you help me out all the time?”  “Zash When do I ever-”  “Don’t even finish that sentence. And don’t answer a question with a question.” He scoffs, “you help me out all the time. Even if it’s not always big emotional stuff...babe this past week’s been hell without you around. Even things that feel small, like making a bed, or doing laundry or running a bath for someone make a huge difference, they mean a lot to me and knowing I’ll get to see you has always helped my mood. I lean on you for stuff like that constantly. But I don’t feel guilty because I know you like doing it. So don’t feel guilty when it’s the other way around, I wanna give too, I want you to lean on me, to take from me. Seriously, nothing would make me happier than knowing I helped you.”  “I’m sorry I pushed you-”  “Don’t cry over that!” He laughs, “god you’re sweet. It’s okay. I was being mean. I shouldn't have said it like that. Anyways you never answered my question.”  “What question?” You look up at him.  “Are all my accomplishments null? Because I lean on you? because I need you?”  “...well it’s not-”  “It’s a yes or no question. It is the same. It’s okay to need help, more than just opening a jar. It’s okay to need support, that’s normal. No one is meant to do it all on their own. So yes or no?”  “...no you’re right. No.” You turn into his chest and he plaits his fingers through  the crown of your hair.  “And you’ll always be there for me right? Because you love me, don’t you?”  “Of course I’ll always be here for you. And don’t ask a question like that you know I love you.” You mutter, ducking closer towards him and wrapping your arms around his ribs, “i’m sorry I didn’t call. You really didn’t think I got sick of you right?”  “No.” He swings his legs onto the mattress and lays back with you, “Shota and the others said you probably just needed a break but it didn’t really sit right with me, you’re the only person who never seems to need a break from me. ‘s why I showed up. To be honest I wasn’t really that worried about your wellbeing, I just figured you were swamped with work and didn’t want me worrying, but then when I saw..you know the mess..I panicked. I thought something happened to you, and you hadn’t answered my calls all day, or even yesterday.”  “I’m so sorry-” You warble, “god I’m so selfish I shouldn’t have-”  “It’s okay. You were overwhelmed. But if this happens again just..try to let me know you’re safe okay? If you aren’t ready to ask for help...and on the topic of help, how can I help now that I’m here?”  “I just wanna go to bed.” You murmur, latching onto his arm.  “Hm..nonsense. How about I run you a bath? And hey what were you crying about before?”  You flush, this was embarrassing.  “I messed up the page I was writing. But I did it in pen so I didn’t know what do to and I didn’t wanna start over because I was almost done but white out will look messy and so I got upset and then I got overwhelmed and then I started crying and then I went to bed.” You press your forehead into his arm petulantly, “and if you laugh at me I’ll make you leave.”  “I’m not gonna laugh.” He promises, “I’ll run you that bath, while you’re in there I’ll rewrite the page for you so you can stop worrying about it. But you should use pencil from now on.” He squeezes the nape of your neck, “sound like a square deal?” You silence says otherwise.  “What’s wrong?” He looks down to you.  “I want you to take the bath with me.” You mutter it, it hardly registers, “please.”  “Huh? Did you just say what I think you just said?” He looks delighted, despite his tone being almost devilish, “why would you want me to do a thing like that?”  “because..I missed you...and I still feel bad and I know you like taking baths with me and..” You look down at your hands where they’re interlocked, “and...I want you to wash my hair. I can figure out that page tomorrow or something.”  He sighs, “I can’t be mean to you when you’re being so sweet.” You get pulled along as he sits up, “of course I’ll come, and I’ll wash your hair for you.” He cups your cheek, “what else do you want? You can have anything just ask.”  “After that I...I think I just want to go to bed, and deal with the other stuff tomorrow. I want you to stay though.”  “I’m gonna have a heart attack.”  “Hey! Don’t say things like that! It’s bad luck!”  “Don’t be so sweet then!” He argues, pulling you to stand.  “Of course I’ll stay. I’ll stay tomorrow, and help then too, if you want. You don’t have to decide right now I know asking for help can be hard. In the meantime let’s just take that bath okay?” 

Yagi Toshinori/ All Might Retirement had left Yagi with some rather pleasant spare time. He’d never gotten to have many hobbies before but now he was enjoying freedoms life as All Might had never permitted. Chief among them being a continuous close proximity to you. Even though you didn’t technically live together it didn’t really feel as though either of you had a designated space either. It felt right for Yagi to be in your space, using your things, like he belonged there. It felt equally right for you to be in his space, existing and using his things as you pleased. You didn’t need permission and neither did he, it just felt right to exist around each other. Especially now that he had the extra time to spend with you and you both realized how easy and comfortable being together was. Though right now nothing felt easy or comfortable or right, your entire existence felt like a pair of jeans that was way too tight. Just taking a breath that was too deep felt uncomfortable.  Your closeness to Yagi made the shift in your mood apparent to him from the very beginning.  It was silly in hindsight. The proposal had a 50/50 chance anyways and it’s not like you had anything directly to do with it’s failure, it was just the last straw, the tiny thing that made all the other things seem huge, and as quickly as you’d realized that your mood had already plummeted. You’d run out of motivation, any drive to do anything but sleep and drag yourself to work had dissipated, at work you did what you needed to to get by and afterwards you went back to your place, even though Yagi’s was closer. Just being with someone else privately seemed like it would be overwhelming. Despite the fact that Yagi was the least overwhelming person on the planet, if anything you’d say he had the opposite effect, he was amazing at pulling your attention away from the little overwhelming details. However you couldn’t shake the gnawing nervousness that popped up at the thought of seeing him or anyone really. So when you crossed paths it was short, you poked into the school with lunch, into his place with dinner, you never stuck around to eat though. A conference call pulled you away, an important meeting you couldn’t be late for, you were catsitting and it needed your attention, you promised to call a relative and they’re just soo chatty, a late assignment needed tending to, all overused excuses that you normally practiced on everyone but Yagi, usually to get the pair of you out of an unwanted dinner or social event. You tried to avoid letting him into your apartment, you knew it was getting cluttered, you avoided the dishes and your laundry like the plague, putting another plate in the sink atop the pile only fanned your anxiety but the thought of actually cleaning it up makes you sicker than the sight of it. You tried to keep the front living room neat, luckily the overflowing sink was out of sight around a small corner, and the laundry cluttered a small closet out of sight as well. The only things out of place at first glance were the shoes, the coat rack and the copious amount of cups, cans and bottles littered around the apartment, some empty, some full, others in between.  Of course he noticed these things, to a passerby it wasn’t extreme, but Yagi sensed the shift in you like it was a shift in himself. Though you insisted it was fine, you were just exhausted, it was the busy season after all, come February things would plateau. You promised him. So he resigned, he trusted you after all if you said it was okay that must mean you were dealing with it on your own.  To be fair you were trying to. You honestly were. You just didn’t know how to ask for help in a way that didn’t make your stomach want to grow legs and run away from you. You said you were okay though, even if he didn’t totally buy it he’d wait patiently for you to tell him the problem, to seek him out. He knows how overwhelming it is for people to pry when you aren’t ready to divulge information. He doesn’t want to contribute to anymore bad feelings. However he could tell you were hiding something, still he plays dumb for your sake. He doesn’t try to poke further into your apartment, to your bedroom, or kitchen, places he’d normally allow himself without double checking with you, he doesn’t prod at you when you seem unusually emotional, when your excuse doesn’t hold up. He know’s you’ll come to him when you’re ready, at least that's the hope.  When you were like this a mediocre day is a terrible one, and a genuinely bad day is world ending. Today had been genuinely bad. You woke up early to prepare for a meeting, you put extra time into getting ready, you even stopped for a coffee at your favorite spot, all things you hadn’t had the energy to do even just a day ago, you really felt like today may be when things start looking up. But then the first coffee the barista made you was burnt, the machine was acting up, you assured her it was fine, it wasn’t her fault after all, you woke up early so you had time to wait for another one. Even that wasn’t really sullying your mood, it was nice to chat with the young girl while she remade your drink, there were no expectations of you, she didn’t care about pile of energy drink cans in your apartment, or the mountain of dishes in your sink, she didn’t even know the existed and she’d probably never consider that they did as a possibility. She was friendly and she always looked happy to see you. But then your bus was early and you missed it waiting for your coffee. You could see it receding down the street. It’s okay though, you woke up early. You had time. Then it was raining. Then the next bus arrived but skipped your stop so you had to walk. And suddenly all the time you put into your hair meant nothing.  Nothing terrible happened in the meeting, it was as lifeless and uneventful as ever, you weren’t sure what you were hoping for. And somehow your bus skips you stop again on the way home. Why hadn’t it stopped raining?  You’re about to climb into bed, drenched clothes and all when you hear someone knocking on your door. It was Yagi, you could recognize it anywhere.  “Hey Yagi I’m really-” You want to send him away, you do, you don’t want him seeing you so upset you felt like a child, but he just looked so concerned.  “I just got back.” You change your phrase last minute, “wanna come in?”  He sits on your couch, you appreciate how he doesn’t try to peek into the kitchen. You know you haven’t been subtle.  “I’ll wait here. You can go change into something warm. Please.” Yagi takes your hands, “and we can order dinner.” He wants to offer to make you tea, but something stops him from it. “You’re shaking. You must be freezing. I’m cold just looking at you. Go on, I’ll sit on the couch.” So you do what he says, sort of grateful for the demand since you would have fallen asleep like this, freezing and miserable and wet, and woken up sick the next morning.  “Much better! Good you even got a towel! Comfy?” He’s grinning at you as you round the corner, now in dryer, warmer apparel.  “Sit in front of me, I’ll dry your hair for you a little, it’s still dripping.” You nod as you follow his directions, any excuse to not have to look at his concerned face, getting out of his earnest blue gaze was top priority.  “The rain was totally out of left field huh? It even lasted all day.” His hands are big and warm, even through the towel how gentle his touch was is obvious.  “Yeah..” You draw your knees up to your chest, “I couldn’t seem to avoid it.”  “Well at least we can warm you up now.” You can tell his grinning again, trying to brighten up your mood. You felt like an ugly gloomy cloud, and he was a big bright cartoonish sun.  “Go ahead, you can lean your head on my leg, close your eyes. I can see your head drooping.”  You do that too. You sit there for a quiet 5 or so minutes, it does wonders to quell the nervousness in your stomach. You feel him pull the towel away and card big familiar hands through your only slightly damp hair. His palms are soft and comfortable against you, it feels right.  “You’re exhausted.” He observes, combing your hair off your forehead and pulling your head back a bit, closer to him.  “Mhm.” You don't open your eyes to give your minimal reply, instead thoughtlessly coiling an arm around his leg.  “Why don’t you come sit up here with me? It’ll be more comfortable. Your hair’s much dryer now.”  “You don’t have to baby me.” You stand up then, “I’m alright.”  “Ok I won’t baby you.” Yagi’s smile is soft and he casts it upwards to where you stand before him, “how about some tea? Are you up for making it? I’m still a little cold from the rain. Then after that you can some back and sit with me. Not because I want to baby you, but because I want to sit with you okay?” “okay..” You relent, “I can do that.”  “Perfect. I’ll wait here.”  You don’t know why you bit at him like that. You watch the kettle warm up as the guilt gnaws at you. It’s not like you were mean. All you did was tell him not to baby you. That wasn’t mean. You didn’t bite at him. But you kind of did. He was just trying to help. You aren’t mad at him so why are you mad? You open the cabinet. Of course there’s not a single mug to be found. You venture to the sink in search of two.  You’ve found the last one by the time the kettle starts to whistle which startles you enough to get you to drop the stupid glassware. The ceramic shattering on the floor is sort of akin to a dam breaking. Tears are stinging your eyes.  Things were looking up, Yagi was here, he was gonna take care of you, you were gonna feel better and now this stupid mug. You crouch down to pick it up.  “Are you alright? I heard a crash?” Yagi’s there, of course he is.  “Hey be careful, you’ll cut yourself.” He’s turning heat below the kettle off, "sweetheart here l-" and then rushing toward you. "I've got it." You were collecting the bigger shards in your hand. "Let me. I’ll get a broom, before you cut yourself. Please let me." He insists and you snap, ever so slightly, "Yagi. I said I have it."  “Hey, okay, it’s okay," he takes a step back, "do you wanna be alone for a minute?" He offers and you sigh, "Tosh I just-" then you slice your palm open, "oh fuck everything," you hiss and drop the bits you were holding and Yagi kneels beside you, "hey." "I'm sorry." You could feel yourself starting to cry, the stinging tears pouring out, "i'm sorry I got so short with you." "Hey it's fine, I understand." Yagi murmurs, a large hand rubbing your back, "it's alright, leave this for now so we can clean your hand up." He takes your wrist in his hand, but you don’t say anything. “Do you hear me?" "Yes." You nod, and take in a deep breath, "yes I hear you...yeah let me just get the-" "It's okay, the shards aren’t going anywhere." You just sort of stare at the muddled mess of ceramic and now a bit of blood mixed up on the floor. "Hey." Yagi takes your face in his hands, "look at me." "I'm looking at you." Your lips barely move. "No, look at me, not through me. Ignore the mug, look at me." He presses and so you do, you focus on him, his face, his eyes, his nose, his hands on your cheeks, the warmth that radiated from him. "Let's clean you up." You nod, "yeah. Sorry." "Don't be sor-" Yagi stops himself, "it's alright, not a big deal. No permanent damage. Go sit on the couch, I’ll get the first aid kit.” “My bathroom’s really-”  “It’s alright.” He promises, “it’s okay. I’m here to help you. That doesn’t bother me. None of this,” he gestures around, “bothers me. I’m here for you, whatever you need that to mean. Go sit down okay?” He wipes a stream of tears away. It’s quickly replaced but it’s a nice gesture.  You do manage to get the loudest tears out before Yagi comes in. "Alright let's see the damage." He opens the first aid kit on the arm of the couch beside him, "does it hurt?" "No-" Your voice gives your current state away. "Sweetheart.." Yagi kisses your temple, "come on.." "I'm sorry-" "I don't mean like that." "I know-" You wipe your eyes, "I know..I’m sorry I just-" He shushes you and extends a hand, you hold out your palm to him, you had pressed an old face cloth to it which did help ebb the bleeding a bit. "It's not that bad." You murmur as he wipes the blood away, "just a lotta blood.." “That’s how it always is.” He murmurs as he presses the wet cloth to the cut and pulls your hands up to his lips, kissing the damp fabric over the wound. You tilt your head at the sight of it, "I love you Tosh..I’m sorry." "It’s okay sweetheart, it’s alright. I love you too." He murmurs back, squeezing the cloth for a little longer before pulling it away. He goes through the routine you'd so regularly followed on him, before, when he was All Might all the time, cuts and bumps and head injuries that you always tended to for him, you cleaned up all his wounds before wrapping some bandage around it and kissing it, he mimics the routine on you "good?" "Good." You nod back voice soft and wet with tears. "I'm no expert but..did pick up a few things from one." He grins and you snort a little which makes him coo, "hey there's that smile 've been missing." He kisses the high of your cheek, "how do you feel?" "A little better..." You nod, "sorry you had to see that..." "I know that you feel like you have to apologize for everything but trust me okay? Stuff like this? I'll always rather help with. It's never a chore, but even if it were that’s okay. I want to be there for you." He kisses your forehead, "I wanna make you happy." "Then.. thank you I guess.." You look up at him and he wraps you in a hug. You spend a comfortable few moments there until he pulls away. "Don’t mention it...now," He stands and takes you with him, "let's go clean up the mug? Together. Then we’ll sort out the other stuff tomorrow, together too.” 

[yangsrose]

Owo i noticed your requests are open,can I have an angst with street racer haechan based off the song in another life by Katy perry + haechans death from crashing?

Word Count: 2.9k words

Warnings: street races, mentions of alcohol, mentions of tattoos, mentions of making out, character death, angst

Authors Notes: this is my first time writing something like this so if it’s bad i’m sorry akjdfn also i got a bit too carried away hence the fic almost being 3k words o_O

Summer after high school when we first met

You pulled out the old photo book, flipping through the pictures that you had taken that fateful summer. You felt the memories of the summer before the first year of college flash back to you, remembering how carefree and young you were. As you flipped through the pictures, we saw a familiar leather jacket peeking from the corner of one of the images. Tears pooled in your eyes as you saw his face, memories of him flooding your brain. 

Lee Donghyuck, or Haechan as everyone called him, was your first actual boyfriend. Sure, you had a few flings with other people throughout the course of your high school, but your first actual relationship was over the summer with a certain purple haired boy that lived across from you. 

The day that you met him was forever ingrained in your brain, never letting you forget about him. Your parents had gone on a trip over the summer, leaving you home alone for the entire break. You spent the summer before university just like how anyone normally would, wasting your time by lying around and eating a ton of ice cream. Your summer didn’t truly start until one of your friends convinced you to go to a street race that her friends had invited her to. You were nervous and jittering, not wanting to get caught by anyone by going to the illegal race sites. 

You remember sitting in the bleachers and watching the races, feeling an adrenaline rush surge through your body as you watched the cars zip down the gravel road, constantly trying to overtake each other. The hot June breeze blew your hair around, causing there to be more heat than refreshment one usually gains from the wind blowing. You remember watching a certain light blue and white car zip down, and something in you hoped that they would be the one to win. Maybe it was the fact that the colours popped out amongst the other darker cars, or maybe it was the fact that the driver easily maneuvered around the other cars. Whatever it was, your attention was instantly captured.

After the race was done, all the racers stepped out of their respective cars and your friend dragged you to go see her friend that you had attended the race for. As you walked through the multitudes of people, you saw the person in the blue car take off his helmet and shake his hair that was currently flattened from the helmet. As if the world was going in slow motion, you and him made eye contact, and you felt as if you were being tugged to him. 

His dark purple hair complemented his tan skin perfectly, giving him a carefree and rebellious look to his doe like eyes. His jacket matched his car, having a white body and bright light blue sleeves, patched adorning them. His pants were an odd combination of light and dark washed stripes, but even after all these years, you have to agree that he was the only person that could pull off wearing those. 

While you were still stuck in your trance, you didn’t notice the male walk up to you and stick his hand in front of you. One thing led to another, and before you knew it, you had exchanged numbers with each other and even had a date planned out. You felt a giddy feeling rise up in your chest as you drove away later that night, replacing any doubts that you had about going to the race today. You looked back at Haechan from your rearview mirror and saw him wave at you, leading you to replicate the same motion. Even though you had only known him for a span of a few hours, you were truly whipped for him. 

We'd make out in your Mustang to Radiohead

And on my 18th birthday we got matching tattoos

Used to steal your parents' liquor and climb to the roof

It was now the beginning of August and summer was almost done. Haechan had asked you out in the beginning of July, which meant that you two had been dating for a month now. He took you on frequent dates, them always ending in the backseat of his car, making out, or on your roof. Even though you were pretty apprehensive about climbing up to the top, Haechan was always there for you, holding out his hand so that you could climb up to the top without getting hurt. He was also the first person that you had even gotten drunk with, him bringing bottles of alcohol to the roof. Yes, some people might label him as a bad influence, but you truly knew the type of person that Haechan was. Even though he made some bad mistakes here and there, he was the sweetest person to exist, never letting anything bad happen to you. 

On your 18th birthday, you made a decision that some people might call stupid. You begged Haechan to take you to a tattoo parlor, wanting to get a matching tattoo with him. He denied your requests, saying that you would just regret it later on. But as you pleaded even more, he obligated, taking you on your birthday. 

You remember sitting next to Haechan, holding his hand as the repetitive prick left your arm stinging. An hour later, yours and Haechan’s wrists were wrapped up, and you both left the store, walking hand in hand with a small lock and key tattoo permanently inked on your skin. 

And for the record, you never regretted that tattoo. 

Talk about our future like we had a clue

Never planned that one day I'd be losing you

Eleven months into your relationship with Haechan, you both realised that going to different universities would be really hard for the both of you. Between the long nights spent at the library and the hours in internships, you both soon began to cherish any free time that you had together. Haechan still raced, but you spent more time focusing on your school work, leaving for no free time at all. Today was the only day that the both of you finally had free time in your schedules, due it currently being summer break. You and Haechan currently lay in your bed side by side, talking about anything and everything that came to your minds. 

“What are you planning on doing after graduating?” Haechan asked you, turning to face you. 

“Probably try to get into medical school. You?” you asked, turned your head towards him. 

“I’m probably going to go into music.”

“Music?”

“Yeah, I like singing and not to mention, I’m pretty good at it.” Haechan said, smirking in your direction. 

“Looks like you’ll have to show me one day.” you said, giving him a coy smile. 

“Do you know what else I’ll be doing?” 

“Racing?”

“Spending the rest of my life with you.”

You choked on your spit and sat up, not believing what Haechan was saying. The look on his face was one of pure adoration, showing no hints of deception. 

“Don’t say stuff like that” you said, shoving his shoulder lightly. Haechan laughed at your response and teased you a bit for your shy attitude. But deep down inside, the both of you knew that you would be willing to spend the rest of your lives together. 

I was June and you were my Johnny Cash

Never one without the other, we made a pact

On your second anniversary, Haechan went all out for your date. He bought you a huge bouquet of roses, and even cooked you dinner, setting the small dining table in your shared apartment to make it seem like you were at a fancy restaurant. You remember Haechan pulling out your chair for you and acting extra dramatic that day, making you laugh at his silly antics. Little did you know, he was actually planning to purpose that night. He fidgeted the entire night, sticking his hand into the pocket that held the velvet box encasing the small metal band.

 After dinner and desert were done, Haechan cleared his throat and asked you to listen to a song that he had recorded a bit earlier. You didn’t take much into account because he was always asking you to listen to stuff, wanting to get your opinion on his works. But today, something seemed different. For one, Haechan seemed more jittery, and he kept fidgeting with something in his pocket. You put those all aside and pressed play, the sweet voice of your boyfriend filling the air. Once the song ended, you were met with your boyfriend kneeling on one knee in front of you, holding a dark velvet box containing a small diamond ring, the stones glittering under the bright light in the dining room. Your hands flew up to your mouth and you felt tears form in your eyes, jumping out of your seat to tackle Haechan into a hug. He groaned a bit when you hugged him, but his arms encircled your body, pulling you closer to him. 

Hugging him here, it felt like nothing in the world could go wrong. 

Sometimes when I miss you I put those records on 

Someone said you had your tattoo removed

Saw you downtown singing the blues

It's time to face the music, I'm no longer your muse

“Get out.”

“y/n-” 

“I said get out.” 

Haechan sighed and stormed out of the apartment, grabbing his jacket along with him. You watched him go out, feeling a mix of anger and sadness brew in your stomach. You felt a feeling of anxiety rise in your chest, confusing you at what the feeling meant. 

Six months ago when Haechan proposed to you, he vowed to put his racing days aside. He told you that he wanted to start a family with you, and frankly, racing was slowly becoming more and more dangerous, leading to more people dying from crashes that occured during races. You were relieved, feeling happy that he wouldn’t be putting himself at risk anymore. But two weeks ago, you started feeling suspicious of Haechan. He would always give you an excuse of “having to go to the library for schoolwork”. You investigated into the cause of his absence, and when you did, you found out that he was secretly going back and racing , something that he promised you not to do. When you confronted him, all he did was stare at you in disbelief. How did you find out? He was so careful to cover his tracks, but you still managed to figure out what he was doing. Haechan began arguing back, saying that he needed a way to get rid of all the stress that had accumulated on himself from school. Before the both of you knew it, it had just led to Haechan walking out and you sitting on the loveseat, sobbing your eyes out. 

Three hours later, it was near midnight and Haechan still wasn’t back home, causing you to get worried for him. Even when you two fought with each other, you always managed to make up with each other, keeping true of not letting the sun go down on your anger. You called his phone multiple times, getting the same message saying that the receiver could not be reached at the time. Your hands started to shake as time went on, and you felt a feeling of anxiety take over you. Just as you were about to grab your coat and go outside to search for Haechan, your phone let up with a notification of someone calling you. You immediately grabbed your phone, saying a small “hello” into the receiver.

“Is this y/n l/n?” the person asked. You nodded your head fervently and listened to what they were saying. When they finished, your phone dropped out of your hands and fell onto the floor with a clattering sound, causing it to resonate around the small room. 

Haechan had gotten into an accident while racing and was in the hospital in a critical condition. 

You ran out of your house and got into your car, driving at an unreasonably fast speed to the hospital. You rushed over to the front desk, telling the receptionist that you were there for a patient named Haechan. The receptionist told you the room he was in, and you ran off to the room, hoping that you would reach on time before it was too late. Your wish went into vain however, because by the time that you had opened the room’s door, you heard the doctor announce to the nurse to write down the time of death. You felt the world spin around you, and suddenly, everything turned black. 

All this money can't buy me a time machine, no

Can't replace you with a million rings, no

I should've told you what you meant to me 

'Cause now I pay the price

Two weeks later, you stood in front of the huge headstone that was placed in front of you, feeling the never ending tears well up in your eyes once again. Everyone flocked around you and Haechan’s family, mummering their condolences and placing flowers on his grave. 

That night, Haechan had left the apartment in anger. Wanting to find a way to relieve the stress, he went over to the familiar race track, hoping to feel better after racing for a while. He apparently lost control of his car after he swerved to avoid hitting another racer that was ahead of him. The rest of the details were hidden from your mind, you selectively choosing not to listen to what had happened after that. 

After the funeral was done, you walked back to your car, feeling as if an immovable weight was placed on your shoulders. You sat in your car, the silence of the environment threatening to swallow you whole. You looked down at your stomach, placing a hand over it. 

The day that Haechan died was the day that you took a pregnancy test, realising that you had symptoms of potentially carrying a child in you. You remember waiting to tell him of your news, all of it long forgotten in the process of the events that happened the few days prior. You felt the tears well up once again and you hastily wiped them away, not wanting to break down once more while you were trying to get home. You inserted the key into your car and drove away, your mind clouded with countless thoughts of what you would have to do now. 

You just wished you could tell him that you loved him one last time. 

In another life

I would be your girl

We'd keep all our promises

Be us against the world

In another life

I would make you stay

So I don't have to say you were

The one that got away

“Mom come on! We have to get going to the ice cream parlor!” you turned around and saw your daughter’s head peek up through the top of the attic, the only thing being seen was her mischievous eyes peeking out.

“Go put on your shoes. I’ll be there soon okay?” you watched as her head left sight, the sound of her hurrying to put on her shoes echoing through the house. You put the photobook back into the box that you pulled it out of, smiling at your past self ten years ago. Your life had changed drastically through those years and even though you still spent days grieving over Haechan, you realised that he taught you to love the little things in life and let loose for once, learning to live in the moment. 

You climbed down the attic stairs and walked over to where your daughter was standing, putting on your shoes as well before feeling her tug at your hand. You laughed and let her lead you, not noticing that your necklace had come out from under your t-shirt when you bent down. The light reflecting off of it caused your attention to be captured, scattering multitudes of small multicoloured diamond shapes all over the floor. Your hand clasped onto the dainty ring that was held on by a thin gold chain, the cold metal sending a shiver down your spine. You looked down at your other hand and saw it being held by your daughter, who you had to admit was the exact same person as Haechan. Her infectious personality and positive attitude reminded you of the days where Haechan would sit next to you for hours on end, helping you with your school work. Even her facial features were the same, the round doe eyes holding bits of mischief in them, lighting up whenever she smiled or laughed. 

The sun shone down on the both of you, finally peaking through the clouds as it scattered the light around. You looked up and smiled, something in your heart telling you that it was Haechan’s way of saying “it’s going to be okay.” You smiled and walked into the parlour, because for the first time in almost seven years, life did seem like it was going to be okay. 

[sweetsweetkpop]

Sincerely yours

Pairing: Jungwoo x Fem! reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Rating: 18+

Aus/Tropes: Non-Idol!Jungwoo, Established Relationship

WC: 4k

Warnings: Marking, Slight Nipple Play, Oral (female receiving), Slight Hair Pulling, Unprotected sex (Wrap it up guys), Creampie

Notes: This is for the NeoSmutCollective Event - Love Letter, and I hope you all enjoy it! Also, the love letters' contents will be in italics like this (also will be colored for my mobile nctzens), so when you see that, you’ll know your reading the love letter!

Jungwoo yawned as he stretched, legs and arms extending to emphasize until he stopped. A smile on his face as he opened his eyes to look beside him, only for it to quickly fall when he realized that you weren’t beside him.

He rubbed his eyes as he looked around for you, rubbing his eyes as he sat up in bed.

He was confused. It was 11:30 in the morning, and you usually like to stay in bed for those extra minutes, curled up into his side and using either his chest or arm as a pillow, especially when neither one of you had any plans. He didn’t mind it, though, because he loves having you close to him.

He swung his legs over the bed, glancing around until his eyes landed on the red envelope on the nightstand. His curiosity grew as he reached for it to open and see what was inside. He immediately recognized your handwriting as he started to read,

Dear Jungwoo,

You don’t understand how hard it was to get out of bed early to plan everything I have done today. When I lay in your arms, I feel safe as if nothing could hurt me and as if they can protect me from all negativity. You hold me so tight that I feel like I’m suffocating from your affection, which I love! I can’t wait to be held in your arms again, but for now, get up, get washed up and dressed, and head to the kitchen. And please just follow whatever my letters say >.<

Sincerely,

Your Sweetheart~

Jungwoo wanted to know what you were planning, his curiosity growing tenfold as he got up and went inside the connecting bathroom. Stripping out of his clothes and quickly hopping in the shower, his mind just thinking of what you took the time to do.

The shower didn’t take too long as he got out, dried off, and quickly got dressed. He dressed in something simple, knowing very well that you would have told him to get dressed fancy. So Jungwoo dressed pretty comfortably; a sweatshirt with some jeans and some comfortable shoes.

He came out of the bedroom and immediately headed to the kitchen. He saw a display of food out on the table, a wide array of foods he enjoyed eating, and it was honestly stunned for a second.

Jungwoo noticed the letter on the table beside the food as he reached to go pick it up and open it

Dear Jungwoo,

If there’s one thing I love doing for you, it must be cooking. I wouldn’t call myself a master chef or anything like that, but you always excite my dishes up like it is. I love watching the big smile on your face when you try something I just made and you getting excited to taste it when I was worried about it. So I went out and made some of your favorite dishes to eat before I send you out. After eating, visit Mark cause he had your next letter. Text me when you leave, and be safe! I’ll see you soon, baby~♡︎

Sincerely,

Your sweetheart

Jungwoo smiled as he was quick to sit down and eat, noticing the food was still warm as he chewed. He could tell how well you timed everything for the food to always be warm by the time he got out of the room. It only made him more impressed by the dedication you took in just for his birthday.

It didn’t take him long to finish the food and put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher before getting ready to head out to Mark’s apartment. Jungwoo grabbed his keys as he went to text you that you were leaving. He left and locked the door as he headed to his car. By the time he got in, he had noticed that you had hearted his message and said nothing else.

Jungwoo chuckled, knowing that you would be secretive today, but he didn’t mind it at all. Jungwoo got situated before heading off to Mark’s. His mood was so high since he just wanted to know what else you had planned for him.

It took about 20 minutes to get to Mark’s apartment as he parked before getting out and eagerly heading up to his friend’s apartment. He took the elevator, foot-tapping with excited jitters until the elevator doors opened on Mark’s floor. He walked down the hall and was ready to knock when Mark opened the door with a smile.

“ Hey, birthday boy.” Mark smiled as Jungwoo went to hug him with a smile, looking over his shoulder, surprised to see his other friends there as well.

“ What’s all this?” Jungwoo asked as he pulled away from Mark, a bit shocked to see everyone there.

“ This should explain everything.” Mark handed him the letter as Jungwoo quickly opened it to read it as the others watched.

Dear Jungwoo,

You probably weren't expecting this, but I wanted you to spend time with your friends. Not only does it give me some time to add the finishing touches for your birthday, but it would just be wrong for me to be selfish and have you for the whole day. Mark helped me out a lot in planning and getting things for you, and everyone else gave their inputs in as well, which I’m grateful for. Your friends have almost become my friends, and they’re like the siblings I never got to have. So spend time with the family until I call your phone. Just promise me not to get drunk.

Sincerely,

Your sweetheart

Jungwoo smiled as he put the card down and looked at Mark, “ So you were in on this too?”

“ She asked for help. How could I say no?” Mark giggled as he pushed him towards the crowd of friends, “You heard what she said. Let’s make sure you have some fun before you are whisked away for the rest of the night.”

Jungwoo was there for a while. He had Taeyong and Yuta giving him extra gifts that he wasn’t expecting. He and Mark were playing FIFA and having the rest of the boys cheer for them as Jungwoo would win. Johnny and Jaehyun helped make foods and snacks for everyone that Jungwoo found delicious. The atmosphere was light and bubbly as Taeil and Donghyuck were playing around.

Jungwoo was genuinely enjoying himself. He wasn’t expecting anything special for his birthday, but he found himself merely enjoying everything.

He was there for maybe an hour or two when he heard his phone ring on the table. He immediately stopped what he was doing when he noticed it was you calling him. He put the controller down as he got up and moved from the group, moving far enough, so he could hear you.

“Hello?”

“Hi baby, are you having fun?” Hearing your voice on the phone was soothing. He hasn't spoken to you until now.

“ Yes, I am. I wasn’t expecting you to plan something like this.” Jungwoo admits as he leans against the wall, not noticing how the others have quieted down to listen in potentially.

“ It’s your birthday! Why wouldn’t I do something special?” You laughed, and it was honestly music to his ears, “But I wanted to ask you if you had anything to drink?”

“I only had a shot of soju, and that’s it. I listened.” Jungwoo answered as he heard you hum.

“ You think you're ready to come back home, or did you wanna spend more time there?” You asked him.

“ Depends. Are you going to be home by the time I get there?” Jungwoo’s voice was a bit lower as he spoke, knowing very well that he missed you and was just ready to see you now.

“ I wouldn’t have called if I wasn’t~ Come back home then, Woo. I have your last gifts here. Be safe, and I’ll see you when you get back. Love you.” You hung up before he could respond as he just noticed the silence in the room as he turned to see everyone looking at him.

“ What?” Jungwoo asked, confused.

“ What a lucky man you are,” Johnny said, sipping from his soju bottle as he shook his head.

“What are yo-”

“ What do I have to do to find a woman like that?” Donghyuck joked with a fake whine, earning some chuckles from the others.

“ Do you guys know what she has planned for me?” Jungwoo asked them before Yuta gave him a look.

“ No, but we have a good idea of what it could be,” Yuta answered him, and Jungwoo was ready to ask him something again when he was starting to get pushed out the door by Taeyong.

“ Stop wasting time and go home! She called you, so that means to go home, right? Then leave and don’t leave her waiting!” Taeyong fussed at him with a smile as Jaehyun opened the door for them as he pushed Jungwoo out the door with his presents.

“ We’ll see you tomorrow, Jungwoo! Bye~” Mark yelled before the door was close before Jungwoo could even get a word out. He just shrugged his shoulders as he headed back to his car. He got inside and rushed a bit to get home.

Whether his friends knew what you had planned or not, he wanted to be home with you. He hasn’t seen you all day, and that was motivation enough for him to hurry his ass home. It didn’t take him as long to get back home. Quickly parking the car and leaving the gifts from his friends there, he hurried to make it back up to the apartment. He probably looked crazy the way he was rushing back home. Putting his long legs to use, he was in front of the apartment door, hurriedly putting his keys in the door to unlock it. He pushed the door open and looked around the dimly lit apartment.

He stopped his rushing when he noticed the flower petals that littered the floor, candles lighting the apartment, creating an atmosphere that nulled his eagerness as he shut the door and locked it.

He quietly walked inside, taking his shoes off at the door as he followed the trail that started from the door and led him into their shared bedroom. He stepped inside and saw the flower petals forming a heart on the bed with another envelope in the center. It picked it up as he opened it to read the letter inside.

Dear Jungwoo,

Even though I tell you daily how much I love you, I wanted to explain to you the reasons why today. I did luck out in you coming over to talk to me that day. I wasn’t expecting that me giving you my number would lead me to find the love of my life. Our first date was a bit awkward since we were both stuttering and nervous, but I remember how by the end of it, we were both smiling and laughing by the time you brought me back home. I’ll admit that I was anxious when we would talk or go on dates.

I thought, ‘Everything is going too good for me. Something must happen.’ I know it’s foolish looking back on it now, but I haven’t had something as good as you before. Every insecurity I had, you pushed it away until you were able to close that distance that I realized I had placed between us until we were face to face. You made me believe in love again and made me treasure every little thing that you’ve done for me.

Now I can’t imagine my life without you at this point. I can’t help but thank your mom for giving birth to you cause she ended up giving birth to my soulmate. I could honestly make this wayyyy longer if I wanted to, but if I did that, then you would be standing here forever. To sum up, everything that I wanted to say, just know the I love you with every fiber of my being. I won’t change anything in my life if it means I can be with you now and forever. I love you, Kim Jungwoo

Happy Birthday baby

Sincerely,

Your Sweetheart

Jungwoo couldn’t stop the smile that formed on his face. He felt like his cheeks would hurt by the end of it cause he just couldn’t take the smile off his face. Never in his life has he gotten something so sweet from anyone. He knew you meant every word you said, and that’s what made his heartbeat as fast as it did.

His attention was brought back when he heard the bathroom door open. Jungwoo’s head whipping around to see you pushing the door, leaning against the door frame in a robe that was left open as you stared at him with a small smile. “ Did you like my letter?”

Jungwoo didn’t answer you as he crossed the room to you in three steps, pulling you into his body as he leaned down to kiss you. You were quick to kiss him back as his hand rested at the nape of your neck with your hands resting on his broad shoulders. You both didn’t realize how breathless the kiss would be. Neither one of you has seen the other since last night, and seeing each other now after that amount of time seemed like forever to you both.

Jungwoo didn’t pull away until he knew that you both needed air. When he pulled away, your lips were already starting to get puffy. He looked up at you, and he couldn’t stop the laugh that left his throat.

“ God did I miss you and your kisses,” Jungwoo admits, and it made you laugh as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“ I missed you too. I would have stayed home with you if I didn’t have this plan.” You told him as his arms wrapped around your lower back.

“ I wasn’t expecting you to do something like this, but I do appreciate all of the time and effort you put into it.” Jungwoo smiled, kissing your forehead as you rested your head against his chest right after.

“ I’m happy that you did. I rewrote that last letter so many times cause I felt they weren’t good enough. It still wasn’t enough, but I hope what I wrote is good enough.” You mumbled before feeling his hand under your chin, lifting your face to look at him.

“ Everything that you did for me today has been more than enough. I can’t say thank you enough for everything. “ He leans back down to kiss you, and it swallowed down any other words that you planned on saying. You just melted into his arms as he kissed you.

Jungwoo bent down to pick you up in his arms, not breaking the kiss as he gently placed you on the bed, his body hovering over you. His body was resting between your legs, placing one of them on his hip as he pulled away to kiss your throat.

You moved your neck to the side as you felt him place light marks against your skin before you pulled him back up to kiss you. You don’t know how long you were kissing before Jungwoo pulled back away, hovering as his eyes trailed over you.

Jungwoo had the chance to admire the attire that you were wearing finally. It was red lingerie. The top was a halter with a large cut-out in the center with two heart loops connecting them. The bottoms were lace and see-through like the top and were high-waisted, exposing more of your hips and ass because of how it was cut. The silk robe that initially covered up the lingerie set has now slid off to the side that just added more to the image he was looking down at.

“ You are beautiful,” Jungwoo mumbles as his hand reaches down to massage your chest. His fingers were pinching your nipple between the fabric, making your back arch off the bed. He smiled as your moans started to fill the room, leaning down to push the lacy top to the side, wrapping his lips around their other nipple.

Your fingers wrapped in his fluffy hair, tugging whenever he would nip at your chest. He would leave little marks over your body that he knew you would show off with pride, uncaring of who sees.

Jungwoo’s mouth had traveled down your chest, passed your stomach, and had his face hover you're between youth legs. He looked up at you for a split second before eagerly tugging them down your legs.

“ Wait a minute! I should be pleasing you. It’s your birthday!” You rambled as you tried to keep your legs closed, built couldn’t with jungwoo’s firm grip. He laughed as he stared, enjoying how you were already wet for him when he didn’t do much.

“ Well, since it’s my birthday, you should be listening to what I say. Plus, you worked hard today to plan everything for me, so let me at least repay you for your hard work.” Jungwoo smiled as he kissed your inner thigh.

You watched his mouth slowly descend onto you as he slowly dragged his tongue up your pussy. He took his time to work your body. His movements were slow, precise, and teasing.

Jungwoo made sure to have his fill while eating you out. He didn’t care about how you tugged at his hair when he would give a hard suck to your clit or when he had his friends pressed inside you, prodding your g-spot to make your back arch off the bed.

Your taste was addicting. Something about it, making the grip around your thighs fighting as he pulled you close: your moans only fuel him to dip his face in more as he groaned against your body.

You felt your legs tremble, your orgasm coming up close as Jungwoo started to become unrelentlessly. His full lips were wrapped around your clit as he sucked hard, his fingers curling up into you. His fingers rubbing deep is as he worked your body simultaneously as he gave another suck at the same time that he pressed inside you.

Jungwoo knew exactly what he was doing. He knew that him doing that was just enough to get your body to tip over. He held your body down as you convulsed against his lips, working your body back down slowly as he slowly removed his lips.

Licking his lips, Jungwoo liked how disheveled you looked on the bed. Legs spread open with some small after shakes from the orgasm as your chest raised up and down, the robe having slid down your shoulders as you moved around.

You barely paid attention to when Jungwoo stripped from his clothes, throwing his shirt and pants somewhere else as you squealed when Jungwoo pulled your body back to his by your legs.

You looked up at him as he smiled at you, “ You still want to keep going or no?” He asked you, rubbing your leg with gentle touches, and it made you smile.

How could he go down on you like that, then be sweet to you right after?

Nevertheless, you nodded as you watched him line himself up, leaning back down to kiss you as he slowly pushed himself inside. Both of your moans get swallowed into the kiss as he slowly bottoms out.

He made sure to wrap your legs around his body as he pressed his tongue inside your mouth as he pulled his hips back and pushed them back inside.

Jungwoo’s thrust was slowed but deep, making sure to reach the parts of you that you could never reach yourself. Jungwoo had his arms wrapped around your body as he moved his hips against yours.

You felt it getting harder to kiss him when his thrusts got a bit faster, turning your head to the side as he could hear your moans getting louder. Jungwoo leaned back down to kiss your throat before trailing up to your ear. His voice was smooth like velvet as he groaned in your ear, his brows knitted as he felt your walls squeeze around him.

You reached for his hand to grab, Jungwoo quickly lacing his fingers with yours as he kissed your cheek. “ You don’t even understand how much I love you.”

You turned your head to look at Jungwoo as he halted his movements to lift your body, now having you sitting in his lap as he looked at you. You snatched your robe off as you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and started to roll your hips against him, earning a quick groan from him.

“Does it feel good?” You asked him, watching his facial expressions as his hands held your hips.

“ You always feel good.” Jungwoo smiled, and you could stop the light-hearted giggle that left your throat, being quickly replaced with a moan as he pulled your body down more on his length.

You pulled his body close to yours, feeling like you were meant to be like this with him. It just felt too good as you started to leave your little marks against his neck that he would turn to the side to give you more space. Jungwoo was beginning to thrust up into you, his rhythm becoming wilder, and it was just pushing you closer to another orgasm.

You pulled back to stare at him. His lips even puffier than before, his hair sticking to his forehead from sweat, and his brown eyes filled with a mix of lust and adoration that just had you getting lost into them. You wondered if you had the same type of look in your eyes as he looked into yours.

Neither one of you had to speak.

You both knew how close you all were to cumming.

He gave you one last look. One that looks like he was waiting for an answer. An answer to a question that you knew he was conveying through his eyes. So you nodded as you leaned back in to kiss him—and coming back up to the nape of your neck to keep you there. You were meeting his thrust as muffled moans echoed in the bedroom.

It didn’t take much longer as Jungwoo pulled you down to fully sit on his cock, making you dig blunt nails into his shoulders as his orgasm triggered yours as your legs spasmed. Jungwoo held your body close to his as he stilled.

Panting was heard throughout the room as you both tried to get your breathing to slow. As you tried to catch your breath, you felt Jungwoo nuzzle into the side of your face making you smile.

“ Jungwoo?” You watched him turn his face up to look at you.

“Yes?” Jungwoo tilted his head at you.

“ I love you sooo much.” You kissed his cheek and didn’t stop at his cheek as he started to laugh before making you kiss his lips again.

“ I know you do and I love you so much too. You really outdone yourself for my birthday today!” Jungwoo smiled as he looked at the flower petals on the floor.

“ I still have a dinner and birthday cake for you too in the kitchen.” You explained to him, ready to move out his arms but he held you there. You looked at him and he gave a playful look.

“ Dinner sounds nice and all, but I’m not finished with you yet. I haven’t seen you all day until now, so I’m gonna have my fun with you.” Jungwoo was smiling as he lays you back down.

“ Wait! But what about your dinner?! It will get cold!” You tried to argue with him and that only made his smile grow bigger. You weren’t trying to get turned on but you already felt his cock inside you get hard again.

“ We can heat that up later and still want to finish the dessert I have in front of me.” Jungwoo went down an octave as he looked over your body again before meeting your wide eyes again.

You definitely knew you were in for a treat and a long night.

[friendofspidermannedleeds]

Fictober Day 3

Prompt #3: "I’ve waited for this”  Fandom: Spider-Man (MCU) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: None Characters: Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Michelle Jones’ mom Words: 1105 Summary: After Peter's identity is revealed, MJ mourns the relationship she's always waited for.  

Unmet

MJ hangs up her call with Peter and pulls her knees into her chest, eyes lingering on his contact photo on her phone. It’s a slightly out-of-focus candid she’d taken during a random AcaDec practice Freshman year, and though she’s since saved several higher quality, more recent, and objectively hotter images, she can’t bring herself to update it—the photo reminds her of how far they’ve come.

It used to make her smile, but tonight—

tonight it hurts.

She’s done all she can in the past few weeks since the reveal to be supportive. She’s told Peter she’s standing by him no matter what, she’s accompanied him on his rooftop getaways when the crowds at school get to be too much, she’s answered his calls every time he wants to talk.

During this call, she suggested he might see the positives in the identity reveal situation—he doesn’t have to hide anymore, doesn’t have to keep secrets from her or from anyone else—shouldn’t that count for something?

She’s not sure he fully bought it, and she can’t blame him. She’d mostly said it to convince herself that everything would be alright, but she doesn’t fully believe it, either.

That work of convincing herself isn’t getting any easier as the days go on, and it’s not getting any easier tonight to convince herself that she’s not upset, and that her relationship with Peter is fine, and that she believes his insistence that he never wanted to lie to her—because all of this still hurts.

It hurts that he’s been Spider-Man for three years and never told her.

It hurts that when she thought he was finally being honest with her in Prague and blurted out his secret, his first instinct was denial.

It hurts that just after he was finally honest with her, he dashed off to save the world while she was stuck waiting it out with no knowledge of his progress, or even of his survival.

And right now, it hurts the most that her first date, her very first date with the boy she’s had in her phone since Freshman year, the boy who’s given her jitters since long before he was even aware she wanted to be friends, who’s finally come around and was everything she’d hoped for—that boy is locked away in a safehouse and can only be reached via video chat.

There’s a quiet knock at her door.

“Meesh?”

MJ almost considers putting in earbuds to pretend she didn’t hear, wrapping herself in a blanket and doing everything she can to appear unapproachable.

But tonight hurts.

“Come in, mom.”

Her mom enters and smiles, then sits on the edge of her bed.

“Were you chatting with Peter again?”

“Yeah.”

“Is he okay?”

“He’s alright.”

“Are you?”

MJ doesn’t respond to that, unsure of how much she wants to share.

Her mom scoots closer.

“What’s up, Meesh? What are you thinking?”

MJ sighs.

“It’s just—I’ve waited for this. For years. And now…”

She shakes her head, unable to finish the sentence as tears come to her eyes.

Her mom puts a careful hand on her knee. “Now your brand-new relationship that’s supposed to be perfect has been hijacked by the identity mess.”

MJ nods, sniffling and wiping her nose on the back of her sleeve.

“Oh, honey.” MJ leans against her mom’s side and lets her pat her hair. “I’m sorry this is happening to you.”

“It’s happening to Peter,” MJ whispers, “he’s the one who’s really going through it.”

“It’s happening to you too,” her mom says resolutely, “and you’re allowed to mourn what you’ve lost.”

She puts an arm around MJ and scratches her shoulder gently.

“You know, Meesh…I’m guessing you still don’t want to hear it but just in case you need to…you don’t have to be Peter’s girlfriend right now. All of this is so much, and—”

“I know.” MJ sits up straight again. “I know, mom. I’m not changing my mind.”

Her mom nods and, mercifully, doesn’t push the issue. It’s the second time she’s cautiously brought it up, so differently from the way MJ’s dad boldly and consistently shares his opinion that a boy isn’t worth one’s piece of mind, no matter how superhero-like he may be. MJ knows that even though her mom is less forceful in her approach, they both want her to get the hell out of this fledgling relationship and remove herself from the public eye.

MJ doesn’t blame them. It was quite a shock to learn that the nice boy their daughter has only just started dating is a superhero who’s been publicly accused of murder. And honestly, being in the public eye is the very last thing MJ could have wanted for herself, so a significant part of her wonders if they’re right.

But she can’t let him go. She’s not entirely sure why, which is terrifying for someone as introspective and self-aware as she considers herself to be, but the fact remains that just the thought of letting Peter Parker go is devastating enough to keep her holding on.

He’s kept secrets, but so has she.

There’s still a lot she hasn’t told him, mostly embarrassing stuff about feelings that she’s never, never shared with another person. But she wants to. Peter makes her feel safe, like she can explore and share parts of her she never has before—and that scares her, but she wants it more than anything.

This is going somewhere, and they both know it. She needs him, he needs her, and she’s not about to dump him when he’s going through hell. She can’t.

“Do you want to be left alone, baby?”

Normally, MJ would. She normally prefers to process alone when she’s having moments of crisis.

“I think…I think I want to have a movie night, actually.”

Her mom smiles. “Okay.” She squeezes MJ’s shoulder as she stands. “I’ll get started on the popcorn.”

MJ swings her legs onto the floor and grabs her favorite blanket off her bed, pausing to look at the sketch of sophomore Peter in detention that’s tacked to the wall. She’s unofficially titled it Peter in Crisis, a little joke to herself and a reminder of the days when she pined over the boy who only had eyes for the most popular girl in school—a fact that doesn’t sting the way it used to.

Look how far we’ve come.

It’s not the way it’s supposed to be, and that still hurts. She doesn’t have a solution right now, and that still terrifies her.

But she’s not going anywhere.

[high-supernatural]

The Merge

Kai Parker x Female Reader/Character

Word Count: 1687

Warnings: typical tvd themes, the merge (not fluff, not smut, there’s a sentence of angst but its not much, mostly just toxic friendship)

Summary: “V” took Kai out of his prison world with a condition that they’d stick together. She helps him find his family and prepare for the merge. ((read part I – IV of the series to understand the backstories))

***since y’all like the one shots better than the series, I’m gonna write one shots for female readers under the name V for what I would’ve/will write in the series***

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V and Kai have been out of the prison world for a few weeks. She got him out under the conditions that they would stick together no matter what, and that’s what she was doing, sticking by him.

Kai explained his plans to V when they got there and put together a plan. She knew his true motives, and she wanted to help.

While they prepared, trained, and got everything ready they stayed at motels but were mostly busy with the plan and didn’t see each other very often. The motel they were staying at only had one bed. They checked in in the middle of the night when they got back, “queen room fine?” asked the clerk, “absolutely,” Kai responded in his dramatically sarcastic tone.

“Hope sleeping in the same bed as me doesn’t scare you off… I’m a violent sleeper,” he joked with big eyes.

“Better than sleeping in vamp infested woods with a violent sleeper… I think I’ll be fine,” V responded with the same dramatics.

There were a few nights Kai had woken up in the middle of the night or before V and had intrusive thoughts come into his mind of killing her, not that he really wanted to. When he woke up one morning with his hand resting on her throat, he decided to sleep on the couch instead. He might have been a proclaimed sociopath, but he had morals for killing, and killing people who help him weren’t on that list. It scared him, but he ignored it.

V had the gift of seeing behind people and what they say their motives are, which is part of the reason Kai didn’t scare her. She knew why he started sleeping on the couch but didn’t bother to tell him she knew, just like she knew where he went during the day to antagonize his family, but still didn’t bother to confront him about it. She already knew why and what he was doing.

She liked pushing boundaries with him. To see how far he’d really go or what he’d do if she didn’t act scared or flinch even an inch at the things, he’d say to get a rise out of her. She liked seeing how he’d react to her affections, knowing he hadn’t experienced much of it.

When he started sleeping on the couch, she would sometimes join him, walking over to him with a blanket around her shoulders and laying on top of or next to him under the blanket. She liked how he’d tense up until he fell back asleep, nervous to put his arms around her. Sometimes she’d tell him she had a bad dream and say, “this is the part you put your arms around me,” when he wouldn’t.

They were best friends who loved pushing each other’s buttons.

V found his twin for him and told him where she worked, she found this out through gullible Elena. She didn’t question him about his whereabouts when he found out either, she knew this too.

They made another deal with each other when they started playing out their plan – if either of them was going to be out, they have to tell the other how many hours they’d be gone before the other should start worrying, and the general location they’d be, just in case anything went wrong. They didn’t have to explain what they were doing, they actually preferred if the other didn’t know, it worked perfectly.

When Kai disappeared for longer than he said he’d be gone, V knew to worry. She went to the cemetery he said he’d be around and saw Damon, the person who sent her to the prison world before her and Kai got out.

She hid behind a tree just enough so Kai could see her, but Damon couldn’t. Through the Earth, V sent Kai some of her magic to siphon, just enough so he could siphon the magic out of Mystic Falls that the travelers put there and free himself.

“How do you feel?” V asked Kai when they got back to the motel.

“I feel…. Really good,” he responded, “I soaked up a lot of magic,” he chuckled.

“Do you know how to use it?” She asked, “I can’t even imagine how much magic was in that spell.”

Kai jittered and sat down, “I uh… I should probably practice, you know? Make sure I can control it.”

“Let’s practice then,” V said.

He looked up at her when she said, “push me with your magic.”

“I don’t know if I can control it—” she cut him off, “I can handle it, I can’t die, remember?”

“Remember we can’t hurt each other though, that’s the pact,” he said. Kai was a lot of things, but deal breaking wasn’t usually one of them.

She stood in front of him and pushed his head playfully before getting on his lap with both legs on either side of his, “we said no fighting, this isn’t fighting, it’s practicing.” She pushed his shoulders back and pinched his face to annoy him, “come on, do something to get me off of you,” she played.

He grabbed her arms, “I can’t practice on you,” he spoke to her with an almost serious tone for the first time.

She grabbed his biceps and shocked him with her magic before sending burning waves up his arms, making his face turn in pain.

“Fight back,” she said, “or I’ll go hotter.”

Kai squeezed her biceps as she squeezed his and tried sending the magic she was using on him back to her, but it didn’t work.

“Try harder,” she said.

“I can’t—”

“Yes, you can, you have to focus,” she sent warmer magic through his arms and down his chest making him groan. “Make me stop at least once, you’re not gonna hurt me, you got this, focus on sending me the pain.”

With that encouragement Kai was successful not only in sending the magic she was using back to her, but sending it back more intensely, causing a sensation of being on fire for a couple of seconds.

When he heard her wince and felt her arms go limp, he knew it worked and quickly pushed her off of him to stand up, not knowing if he could stop if they were still touching.

She let out a “whoof” breath and chuckled, “you did it,” she looked at him, “why the long face?”

He stared at her like he just killed a puppy, “I need someone else to practice on.”

“Kai, it worked, what’s the problem?” she asked.

“I just need someone else to practice on, I’ll be back tonight,”

“Wait, I think I know who you can use,” she said, stopping him from rushing out and finding a random person.

“Elena Gilbert. She’s always pissed me off. When I found out vampires were in town she acted like I was crazy, now she is one. She never treated me how she treats everyone else, she’s still hung up on the fact that her brother confided in me instead of her,” V said, “everyone’s always saving her and letting others die for her own life. I think she could be put in her place a little better.”

Kai was always confused about why V was so helpful to him, another thing that scared him a little. It was unusual to him.

He practiced his magic on Elena at the high school after he left while V did her own thing, which usually included writing, drawing, or causing some chaos, until she got a call from Elena.

‘great,’ she rolled her eyes before she answered the phone.

“What?” she answered harshly.

“Kai just tortured me for hours,” Elena whined.

“Ok? How is that my problem?” V answered, knowing that all of them still didn’t know she had been with Kai this whole time.

“He’s on his way to the woods to complete the merge!” Elene blurted out.

“What,” she said with concern this time, “I’m on my way,” V left and went to try and stop Kai from doing the merge so soon.

She called him multiple times on her way, but he didn’t answer. When she had got there, Kai and Luke’s eyes were already white, and they were about to complete the merge.

Just when she was about to run up and stop them, they both fell back, and everybody stood like statues until Jo ran to help Luke.

V watched them both with wide eyes, looking for psychic signs that one of them has died or merged, but saw nothing.

After a few seconds of watching, she walked up to Kai. Everybody was watching Luke at this point, so V knelt down and put her hand on his chest, feeling for magic but felt none.

She teared up and tried blinking them away, shaking him by his shirt and saying his name before pressing her hand on his chest to transfer magic to him, waking him up.

His eyes darted open and he grabbed her wrist, sitting up silently. Nobody had noticed him yet. V sat behind him with her hand still on his chest when he turned around, “thanks, kid,” he whispered before he stood up.

Kai said some words to Jo before turning around and offering his hand to V before they walked off. They heard them ask, “did they just leave together,” but ignored it.

V drove them back to the motel and glanced at Kai every so often with worried expressions as he sat silently and wondered at his hands, “how do you feel now?” she asked.

“I feel good.. I feel.. different, I don’t know how to describe it,” he said in breaths.

“That’s good, I think,” V said still confused and paused for a few seconds to think, “we should get out of town, like, tonight, they’re going to look for us,”

“Don’t worry, I got it covered,” is all Kai said.

She looked over at him with a worried face again, “no really, we need to get out of town,” she was serious.

“I dunno, I kinda like it here,” he smiled ominously.

 ((read the next story for continuation of this one))

[criminallyfanatic]

secrets and lies

Aaron Hotchner and Y/N Y/L/N haven’t seen each other since Y/N mysteriously dropped out of Law School right before finals. 16 years later and the meet again as she joins his team at the BAU. Will Aaron finally find out why she left? (set around season 6 time) 

aaron hotchner x reader 

warnings: some swearing and mentions of murder, just your usual criminal minds antics 

a/n - I haven’t written in so long so apologise if it’s not great :) also I have no idea how law school in America works so apologise for any inconsistencies there 

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“You have an excellent record Agent (Y/L/N), the BAU would be lucky to have you.” 

She scanned over your file one last time before settling it on her desk, turning her eyes to you. 

“I’m grateful for the opportunity maam” her eyes seemed to stare through you, sizing you up and you shifted slightly in your seat. 

“Good. I’m sure you’ll fit right in, with such an impressive history. You’ll start with Agent Hotchner’s team monday morning.” 

One mention of his name and it felt like your heart stopped. No, this had to be some sort of mistake. 

“Is something wrong, Agent (Y/L/N)?” Her brows furrowed in concern, no doubt noticing the sudden tension that seemed to fill your whole body.

“No, it’s just … when I applied for this job I was told I would be placed on Agent Walters team maam.” please let it be a mistake. Please. 

“I’m afraid you were misinformed. This position is on Agent Hotchner's team. Will that be a problem for you?” 

YES 

“No, not at all. Thank you so much, for this opportunity.” 

FUCK

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Just open the door. It’s simple. Just push the door open and walk in. He’s probably not even here. And if he is, he probably wouldn’t even recognise you. Or even remember you. Yeah … 

Fuck 

“Hi!” you jump as someone taps your shoulder, clutching your chest as your heart thunders against it “Oh my god i’m so sorry!” 

You turn, coming face to face with quite possibly the most vibrant woman you have ever met. She offers you a tentative smile, her eyes full of concern, scanning your face for any sign of anger or fear. 

“I’m so sorry,” she reaches out a hand and lays it on your shoulder, “are you alright?” 

“Yes. Sorry. Lost in my own head.” 

She appears relieved, happy she didn’t cause any permanent damage. 

‘Hi, I’m Penelope Garcia” She reaches out a hand for you to shake, her smile returning tenfold. It almost seems to emanate light, like she makes everything around her shine. It was infectious, and you soon found yourself with a similar smile on your face, all awkwardness forgotten 

“Y/N Y/L/N” 

Her eyes seem to triple in size at the mention of your name, her grip on your hand tightening. 

“Oh my gosh you’re the new agent! I just saw your name come through on the system. It’s so great to meet you. I’m Penelope Garcia, the technical analyst,” She’s shaking your hand again, this time quite vigorously, “Come on, let me introduce you to the rest of the team.” taking the hand she was shaking she now leads you through the impenetrable glass doors and into the bullpen. 

“Guy, come meet (Y/N)!” with her free hand she waves at a group of agents all huddled around one person's desk. At her call they all turn to look at you, and all of a sudden the anxiety of meeting new people suddenly overwhelms the fear of meeting an old friend. “She’s the newest addition to our wonderful team.” 

Quite suddenly you're enveloped by a swarm of agents, all introducing themselves to you, asking you about your past, your family, your life. And it’s nice. Overwhelming, but nice. They’re all so friendly, and you can tell they’re all so close. Like a family. It puts you at ease and soon you’re laughing along with them. 

“Have I missed a memo or something?” 

The voice comes from behind you, and it feels like someone is pouring a bucket of ice cold water down your back. You feel the tension come flooding back and you daren’t turn around. 

“Hotch, have you met the agent joining our team?” 

Everyone is staring at you, expectant. Your move. 

Just turn around. Get it over with. Like ripping off a plaster.

You can feel his eyes on you, burning holes into your back. JUST TURN AROUND

You turn around. 

“Hey Aaron.” 

                                                                 *

You could practically hear the gears turning in everyone's heads. 

You knew Hotch? How did you know Hotch? HOTCH HAD A LIFE BEFORE THE BAU? 

You drowned them out, focusing entirely on Aaron. For a moment, you could see every emotion on his face, written plainly for you to read. The fear, the surprise … the regret. You always were good at reading him. A moment later he was back to his cold exterior. Unreadable. Unknowable. 

All at once his body jumped into motion. He moved the last few steps towards you, reaching out his hand hesitantly, as if not quite sure how to approach this situation. 

How do you approach this situation? If only he knew just how weird it was 

You took his hand, it practically enveloped yours, and it was so warm, familiar - 

PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER 

“It’s good to see you again (Y/N)” 

“Likewise” 

The stares of the other agents came from all sides, clearly trying to decipher just what was happening here. The silence was deafening, the noise of the bustling bullpen just background to the tension and confusion mounting in this one area. You were just waiting for the first brave agent to speak up, to ask the question they all wanted to know the answer to. 

“So how do you two -”

BEEP BEEP 

The shrill sound of the tech analysts phone thankfully cuts off the question that Agent Prentiss had begun to ask. 

“Sorry guys, guess the getting to know you party’s over, we have a case” says Penelope, pouting slightly. 

Ahh saved by the bell 

Despite this, no one seems quite ready to leave just yet, much more happy to linger here and figure out this puzzle. It’s Aaron who moves first. 

“You’re welcome to sit this one out if you want to get acquainted with your surroundings first.” 

“Thank you, Aaron, but I’m ready. Let's get to work.” 

He throws you a swift nod and moves past you, climbing the stairs to the walkway above. Slowly, the other agents follow suit, until you’re left alone with Penelope. 

“Hey, are you alright?” she gently rests a hand on your shoulder, “You seem tense?” 

“I’m fine,” you shake your head, trying to clear the thoughts racing through it, “Just first day jitters.” 

She offers you a small smile, satisfied with your answer. You can tell she’s just dying to ask how you know Aaron, but not quite sure how to bring it up, like she doesn’t want to hurt your feelings. 

“We knew each other. In law school. In case you were wondering.” 

“Have you seen him since?” 

“Nope. 16 years since I last saw him.” sixteen very long years

You can tell she knows there’s more to it, but she doesn’t want to push. Not on your first day. You expect that in a couple weeks you will be grilled in depth about your relationship with Aaron, what he was like in College, how well you knew him. But for now she simply nods, happy with this snippet of information she will likely file away and research as soon as she gets back to her office. 

“Come with me Agent (Y/L/N), we have a case to solve.” 

                                                                 *

The case was pretty standard, If you could call a case that. 5 women had been murdered, all brunets, all young and attractive. No doubt some sick bastard had been dumped or rejected at some point in their miserable lives and decided to take it out on anyone who looked the slightest bit like her.  All you had to do was catch him. “From looking at the geographical profile I've deduced that his comfort zone is between these three points, so the odds are that he lives somewhere in here.” “We could increase police presence in these neighbourhoods, might make -" 

you missed the end of the police chiefs sentence as you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. 

INCOMING CALL: SOFIA

You feel someone's eyes on you and look up to see Aaron’s questioning gaze. You flash the phone at him and he simply nods his head. You slip quietly from the room, trying not to pull any attention away from the discussion happening around the table, and duck into an alcove. 

“Hey sweetie”

“Hey mom.” 

“Is everything alright?” 

“Yeah, I just wanted to say goodnight. How’s the case going?” 

“It’s good. Well, not good, but it’s certainly going.” you can feel those eyes on you again, and you resist the temptation to look round. Not now, please not now

“Well, I don’t want to keep you if you’re busy, just wanted to touch base.” 

“Ok, well goodnight sweetie, I’ll see you soon. Love you”

“Love you too. Oh and mom.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Kick some bad guy ass.” You laugh at that

“Ok, I will certainly try.” You hang up the phone, still grinning slightly as you glance at the picture on the screen. You and Sofia had spent the day at the beach and she had snapped a picture of the two of you as the sun set, ice creams in hand. You missed her. 

There was a flurry of movement from the room you had just left, everyone grabbing their things and moving to the exit. 

“What’s happening?” you managed to snag Reid’s arm as he walked past. By the look on his face it wasn’t good. 

“They’ve found another body.” 

You felt your stomach drop. You weren’t smiling anymore. 

                                                                 *

Dumped. Like trash. Just something to be thrown away. That’s what he thought of these women. You stared at her body, all crumpled on the floor and you felt the anger bubbling in your stomach. If you stared long enough she started to look like Sofia. A bit older, a bit taller. But the similarities were still there. 

You closed your eyes, shaking your head slightly, trying to clear yourself of that mental image. 

No. She’s at home. Safe. 

“Are you alright?” He’s looking at you with that air of concern again and it’s almost too much. You can't bring yourself to look in his eyes, instead opting to look at the wall just over his shoulder. 

“Yeah I’m fine.”

“If you need a minute, a break…”

“I’ll be fine Aaron.” You look at him then, feel the full force of his gaze and it overwhelms you. He can see it in your eyes. His eyebrows furrow and you can see he’s trying to read you, trying to figure out just what's wrong.

Everything. Everything’s wrong. And you don’t even know . 

You feel the tears start to well in your eyes and you force yourself to look away. You can see out the corner of your eye as he begins to reach for you and you hold up your hand. 

Please no. Don’t touch me. I don’t think I could bare it. Then it would be real.

“I’m fine Aaron. Really. It’s just a lot is all.”

“(Y/N) -” 

You walk away before he can probe any deeper, moving to the mouth of the alley, breathing deep from the crisp night air. The tears still sit, threatening to fall and you try to hold them back. 

Not here. Not now. Keep yourself together. 

You feel him coming up behind you again, and you spin, your fear and sadness turning to anger. 

“Aaron I said I’m fine -” 

“Woah don’t shoot it’s just me.” You see Prentiss holding her hands in mock surrender. She lowers them, huffing out a laugh, but regarding you with that self same look of concern. 

What is this look? A BAU special?

“I’d ask you if you’re alright but I don’t especially feel like getting my head blown off. That being said … Are you ok?”

Just like she did a moment ago you let out a small laugh, shaking your head slightly. 

“Oh god, this isn’t a great first impression is it?” You feel like an idiot. You’re first day and already you’re practically having a breakdown. 

“Don’t worry about it. We all have our moments, our limits. It’s what makes us human.” She lays a comforting hand on your shoulder. 

You can see why they’re all so close. They look out for one another. See when one is hurting. Like a family. 

Family. 

“We’ll get him you know.” She pulls you from your thoughts and you glance back to her, eyes focussing on the here and now. 

“I know.” 

You share a small smile and you begin to truly believe it. 

                                                                *

And catch him you did. You had figured out he was stalking and abducting women from their homes. He saw them at work, in a coffee shop, at the mall. One look and he already knew he wanted to kill them. The trick was finding them after he had abducted them. And without any physical evidence to even hint to who this man might be it seemed an impossible task. 

But he slipped up. He left a trace. Whether that was the increased police presence, the fact that the FBI were there or just the fact that he was getting sloppy. It didn’t matter. You had DNA. And a name. 

Charles Manes. We're coming for you. 

For a man unhinged he was surprisingly easy to take down. He just gave himself up, that shit eating grin on his face as he did it. The last woman he had abducted was laying on the floor, bound and gagged. You ran over to her, pulling the rope from her body and helping her to sit up. She began sobbing and you held her against you as she cried, rubbing soothing circles on her back. 

“You’re ok. You’re safe now.” 

The paramedics took her from you and led her outside, ready to take her to the hospital. You followed after, stopping by the front door and leaning against the frame, taking a moment. You felt a presence beside you and turned to see Rossi watching her get loaded into the ambulance. 

“We did good.” he said, not even glancing towards you, “She’ll be alright.” 

“Eventually.” You took a deep sigh, feeling yourself start to relax. A commotion made you both look and you saw Charles fighting with the officers trying to load him into the police car. It seemed Aaron saw too as in a flash he was by their side, helping to get him in without causing any more damage. 

You felt your body tense, felt Rossi glance at you questioningly. 

“Everything alright agent?” 

How do they do this? They barely even know me! Stupid profilers. 

“Never better.” You said, glancing back at him over your shoulder as you made your way to the SUV’s, to the rest of the team. 

“We got him,” Prentiss clapped you on the shoulder as you passed, headed to the second SUV, “let’s go home.” 

                                                                 *

You had to admit, travelling by jet was quite the experience. What wasn’t as fancy was the great pile of paperwork waiting for you at the other end. You’d only just started but already you were swamped. 

You sat at your desk. Penelope had laid out your things whilst you all were away. “I just wanted you to feel more at home here when you got back”. It was sparse, but functional. She had even left you a post-it note with a cute message on and a unicorn stress toy, “You didn’t have any pictures, so I wanted to liven the place up a bit, I hope you like it.” 

Right. No pictures. Wonder why. 

The paperwork loomed and you tried to stay focused, eager to go home, but as the words began to merge into one another you knew it was time for coffee. 

Another long night it is then. 

You thought about calling Sofia, letting her know you would be late back. Would she even still be up? Who are you kidding, of course she is. 

Might as well call her. A break from paperwork might do me some good. 

You reached into your desk drawer to take out your phone. 

“Y/N can I speak to you for a moment in my office?” 

Maybe not then. 

He was looking down at you from the walkway, not quite meeting your eyes. He seemed fidgety, like he couldn't decide whether to cross his arms or put them in his pockets or lean against the bannister. 

Nervous. Interesting. 

“Of course.” You walked up the stairs to where he stood and he motioned for you to go inside and take a seat. He lingered by the door for a moment before pushing it closed and making his way around the desk and sitting in his chair, hands steepled before him on the desk. He regarded you for a moment and you felt your heart skip. It felt like he was x raying you, like he could see into your mind, into the thoughts racing about in there. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, trying to escape his gaze, or at least prompt him into talking. Anything to break the silence. 

“I just wanted to check in on you, your first case and all. You’ve done some exceptional work and I can see you being an excellent asset to this team.” 

“Thank you. I can see that I’m going to enjoy working with this team.” 

He simply nodded, nothing more to say, but you could see in his face he wasn’t done. Not really. 

Is that really all you want to say? Come on Aaron spit it out. I can see it in your eyes. Maybe this will make it easier on the both of us, if we just blurt out what we have to say at the same time. Or would that wreck you even more? Either way I’m the bad guy. But I can’t keep this to myself. You need to know. You want to know. So just ask. 

“Why did you leave?” he blurted it out suddenly and it shocked you, and by the look on his face it shocked him too 

“I’m sorry what?” 

He gained back some of his composure, steeling himself before asking again.

“Why did you leave law school. Right before finals you just up and left. No letters, no reason just there one minute gone the next. I tried to find out something, anything but no one knew-” You could tell he was working his way up to something. 

Come on. Ask me. Make this easier on me. Blame yourself, so when I tell you the truth it will hurt less. Because you know why. Or at least part of it. 

“If you left because of what I did I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I never meant to drive you away. It was stupid and immature and if that is why I am truly sorry.” 

Oh god, I thought if I heard you admit it, it wouldn’t hurt as much to tell you the truth. To hurt you like you did me. But it’s worse, so much worse. Because you’re sorry. And I’m the villain. The one who didn’t tell you. 

You could feel the tears falling down your face, slipping onto the hands wound tightly in your lap. His face was breaking too, and you couldn’t bare to look at it a moment longer.  

“Y/N -” he reached across the desk for you but you held up your hand to stop him, just like in the alleyway. 

“Please. Don’t.”

“If this is because of me I’m so sorry. If you want I can get you a transfer. If you can’t work with me we can sort this out.”

That's right, the cowards way out. Just keep avoiding this conversation till you eventually die. 

Just tell him. Get it over with. Rip off the bandaid. 

“Please stop. Just stop. It’s not your fault. I mean, it was, partly, but it wasn’t. And when I tell you why you will probably hate me, and can take that. I deserve it. And if you want to transfer me out, get rid of me I understand. But when you left me, to go back to Haley it broke me. I hated you. I hated you with everything I had and I thought the best way to punish you was to just not tell you. But over the years I’ve realised how stupid I was, how selfish and foolish I was to not tell you. All because of some petty relationship drama.”

His look of confusion morphed into one of understanding and horror. Like he had connected the dots in his head but wasn’t quite ready to admit to what they all added up to. He was as far away from you as possible. Like you stood before him with a bomb and he was waiting for it to go off. And you were. 

“I was pregnant Aaron. I was pregnant and I never told you. I just left. And I’m so sorry.” 

Your whole body was shaking as you dissolved fully into tears, not daring to look at him, to no doubt see the anger and the disgust written on his face. Disgust at how stupid and selfish you were. 

Not telling someone they have a daughter. How evil can you be. 

You heard your name spoken softly from the chair beside you. You hadn’t even seen him get up. But he reached for you again, and this time you let him, let him pull you into his arms, rest your head against his chest as you cried and cried, spilling tears onto his white shirt. He rested his chin on top of your head, rubbing soothing circles onto your back, rocking you slightly. 

No. This is wrong. This is all wrong. You should hate me for what I’ve done, I’m despicable. 

“Aaron.” You brought your head up from his chest, finally looking at his face. He didn’t look angry or disgusted, he just looked … sad.  

“It’s alright.” He gently brushed some of the tears from your face, one hand coming to rest on your cheek, “It’s ok.” 

“It’s not ok Aaron. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry I kept this from you.” 

The hand on your cheek fell away, coming to rest instead on your hand, holding it in his. 

“You must hate me.” 

“I don’t hate you.” 

“Well I hate myself.” 

“This isn’t your fault”

“Isn’t it?” 

“I screwed up. We both did. But I made you feel like you couldn’t tell me about this. I drove you away and I broke your heart. We both made mistakes. But we can fix them now.”

The way he said, the way he seemed to stare into your soul, made you truly believe you could. 

“Tell me about them. Tell me everything.” 

And so you did. You told him everything about Sofia. How excited she was to go into her junior year next year. How she liked to eat pancakes on saturdays and drink tea because it made her feel fancy. You told him how she cries at soppy movies and how you would always make time for mother daughter dates. And he listened to every moment of it, every little detail. And it pained you that he never knew any of this. That he never got to see her grow up. But maybe now he could get some of that time back. Still have a relationship, make some memories with her. 

“I want to meet her.” 

“I want that too.” 

And you felt some understanding pass between the two of you. That whatever had happened in the past was over with. Now, what was important, more than anything else, was family. 

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Hold Your Breath – Draco Malfoy - Prologue

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Description: After decisions put you on opposite side of the war, returning to Hogwarts to finish your education proves to be challenging. Maybe closure isn’t the only thing you need from Draco.

Warnings/Labels: Non-Slytherin Reader. Reader has the Dark Mark. Angst. Warnings for the series will include: More angst. Enemies to lovers. A slow to medium burn. Smut.

Approx. Word Count: 1,000

A/N: Okay look, I’m BAD with the canon timeline. So just… suspend your disbelief with me, if you could, for anything that doesn’t add up timeline-wise.

Series Masterpost

 -

June 1997

The sky is practically black. The torches from the castle that used to give you such a pleasing and safe sensation just feel ominous and taunting. The unusually chill air nips at your face as you wait for him under the tree. Having not brought a sweater, every part of you is cold with the exception of your arm that still burns just slightly after the Dark Mark was singed into your skin. You focus on the cold parts of you.

Cold is a welcome change. It doesn’t resemble sweat peppering your skin as you sit in a hard chair, nerves jittering through you and just hoping He doesn’t look your way. Cold doesn’t remind you of how you keep waking up in the middle of the night, skin burning from nightmares or how your face heats red when you cry. Cold is good.

The only warmth you’ve enjoyed in the last months was Draco’s touch just a few nights ago. The night that in moments of both weakness and strength, you confided in one another and fell into bed together. You succumbed to passion and pleasure which brought a euphoria that felt sinful for just existing. It was that night that lead you here, standing in the cold, on the edge of change.

Draco comes up the hill in a dark coat, pink cheeks, and wearing a somber expression. It’s the only expression he wears most days now and you hate it. You never thought you’d long to see him sneer or roll his eyes like he did so frequently when you were younger, but you would give almost anything for it now. You want your friend back just as much as you want your innocence back.

Draco doesn’t say anything as he comes up to you, takes your cold hands in his, and rests his forehead on yours. Both of you take a moment to just breathe, to feel the other and try to release the tension your bodies have been holding. It doesn’t work, but it’s a nice little reprieve to pretend it does.

“What did you need?” he asks so quietly that you barely hear him. You take a deep breath, trying to suck in the courage that’s on the cusp of escaping you. The wind blows softly from behind you, sweeping through the thin cotton of your shirt and chilling your back.

“I want you to come with me.” He pulls away from you with his brow wrinkled in confusion. “You and I both know what’s about to happen.” There’s war brewing in the shadows and the electricity of it is palpable. “I’m not going to be my parents. I’m not joining Him.” You’re surprised with how firm your words sound. You’d only ever said them in your head until now. You look up at Draco and the furrow is replaced with wide eyes and the threat of fear. “Ginny’s family has offered to let me stay with them.” His eyes squint again.

“The girl Weasel?” His disgust is clear and your shoulders lower in defeat. You shouldn’t have expected a different response.

“Draco,” you scold him softly. “They’re nice people, good people, and they’re willing to hide us, keep us safe.”

“Us?” He pulls away a little farther, but you squeeze his hands and lean in, holding him close to you. “Did you tell them about me?” The fear raises in his voice and you shake your head violently. “Did you tell them about my assignment?” You have to pull on his hands to keep him from stepping away.

“No!” you shout above his worries. “I wouldn’t do that.” There’s a part of you that wants to feel offended he’d think that, but you can’t blame him for being over cautious. “I just mentioned me, but I know they’d let you in too.” You lean in again, seeking that warmth he’d given you before. “Come with me,” you beg. You truly believe he will, can practically feel it in your bones. After the other night, after pouring your hearts out to one another in the ways that you did, you know he doesn’t want to do the things he’s being forced to do. You can run away together. You can find happiness.

“No.” And just like that, all the hope you have inside of you shatters to pieces.

“What?” You think you must have misheard him. Fear starts to fill you. That panicked heat you dread so much fills in your belly and spreads up to your chest as you desperately try to hang onto those broken pieces of hope.

“I can’t go.” He lets go of your hands with a forceful shake and when you try to reach out for them again, he steps away from you. “How could you think that’s a good idea?” You cross your arms over your middle and shrink back as he continues to hiss angrily at you. “Do you have any idea what He’d do?”

“We’d be safe,” you try to convince him, suddenly feeling small, like a scolded child.

“There’s no such thing.” His cold eyes look you up and down once before huffing out a breath of air in repulsion that makes your blood boil. Without saying anything more, he turns to walk away.

You can’t go back now. With or without him, you know you have to leave. You can’t be on the wrong side of history any longer. You’re not even sure you’d survive it if you were.

“I’m going!” you yell at him. He stops his retreat and looks over his shoulder at you. His eyes don’t meet yours.

“Go then.” His words are soft as if it hurts him to say it. Tears brim up in your eyes and when he finally looks at your face, there’s just one moment where you think he might give in and come back to you.

But he doesn’t. He just leaves you.

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no other ▫ sunwoo

➳ pairing: sunwoo x older!reader ➳ genre: fluff ➳ word count: 2.7k ➳ requested?: yes

“Does this look good on me?” 

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, it does.”

Sunwoo narrowed his eyes at Eric, who was sitting on the bed and clearly too preoccupied with his video game to pay much attention to whatever he was asking him. So much for having a second opinion from Eric. 

“Wow, your opinions are so useful,” he bit out each word in a sarcastic tone, feeling more irritated by the second as Eric waved a hand nonchalantly without even tearing his eyes away from the screen for even a millisecond.

“Don’t mention it.”

Before Eric even had the time to react, a pillow was hurtled towards his head at a speed that would make even professional football stars kowtow. Alarmed, Eric dropped his phone onto the floor with a loud clatter as he glared at Sunwoo.

“What was that for?”

“The least you could was give me your honest opinion. Seriously, I don’t think I’m asking for much here.” The latter replied dryly, his expression void of any form of remorse. “I didn’t ask you over to play games on your phone while I model in front of you like an idiot.”

Rubbing his face, Eric groaned, “All of this just for a date?”

Sunwoo glowered at his words and a steady, growing heat crept up to his cheeks.

“You know how much I’ve been looking forward to this date with y/n.”

“Yeah but still.” Eric shot back, picking up his phone and inspecting it for cracks. When he found none, he heaved a deep sigh of relief. “Man, if there were any cracks, I would have had your neck.”

“Oh please, I could you take out in a minute.”

Sunwoo had to resist the urge to shake him as he kept his fists clenched tightly at his sides. Sometimes, hanging out with Eric felt like he was voluntarily giving up years of his life while trying not to lose his temper. Taking a deep breath, he turned back to the mirror and focused on his outfit. He can’t afford to get anymore creases on his forehead because of Eric of all people.

Red flannel, denim jeans and black converse sneakers. Scrunching up his nose in distaste, he asked, “Do you think I’d look better if I...” - he reached over to his cupboard and grabbed a black beanie, placing it over his head - “Wear it with the beanie or without?”

Eric regarded him for a second, pursing his lips as if deep in thought.

“Without. For sure, without the beanie.”

“Thank you,” Sunwoo rolled his eyes. “For being actually helpful for once.” Tossing the beanie to the side, he mussed up his hair and frowned as he scrutinised himself in the mirror. Seemingly unsatisfied, he flattened his hair again and noticed Eric’s incredulous expression from the reflection.

“This is honestly the first time I’ve seen you care so much about something.”

“Well obviously, you don’t know me enough if you’re saying that. I care about a lot of things.”

Eric rolled his eyes. “Just not me, huh.”

“Yeah, nah. You’re not worth my time.”

Eric clutched onto his heart and wailed in a fake cry, “Ouch. I’m hurt.”

That was the thing about Eric. He was always able to make him smile no matter what. Smiling, Sunwoo quipped, “Stop being dramatic.”

“Why are you so hung up over this anyways?” Eric questioned as he laid back on the bed. “It’s just a date.”

Sunwoo stiffened. He couldn't possibly tell Eric that this was his first date ever. He would never hear the end of it. 

“Yeah, sure. It's just a date but it’s with y/n.” As he said that, his expression softened as his thoughts drifted to you. 

The two of you had met on his first day at school as a new transfer student. He wasn’t what you would call a model student and he certainly didn’t look the part. With a scruffy demeanor and unkempt hair, nobody had really dared to approach him. It didn’t help that there were rumours flying around that he had only transfer to your school because he had gotten in serious trouble in his previous one. 

Students avoided talking to him and teachers would regard him with caution and suspicion in their eyes. It wasn’t like Sunwoo cared all that much about what people thought about him but deep down, it did hurt a little although he would never admit it. As he packed up his stuff at the end of the day, his ears picked up on the sound of whisperings not too far from him.

“I heard he beat up a guy in his old school...”

“Really? That’s terrible....”

When he turned, the group of students jumped and immediately dispersed as if a single glance from him was enough to scare them off. Although there was an expression of indifference on his face, he gripped tightly onto the straps of his backpack as he made his way past them. It was almost comical how they inched out of the way while he walked by. The day had gone by quietly as humanely possible and not one single moment, did Sunwoo ever open his mouth to make conversation with someone else. 

“Whatever. Their loss,” He thought to himself, a bitter taste in his mouth. Rounding a corner, he walked smack into someone and various art supplies spilled out from the box the student was carrying. 

“I’m so sorry! I should have been looking!” You apologised, a flustered look on your face as you held your hands out to help him.

“You should really watch where you’re going.” He replied, frowning as he dusted flecks of dried paint from his sleeves. Bending down to help you pick up the fallen supplies, he got his first good look at you and nearly lost his balance.

Woah.

He always did have many admirers and have been on the receiving end of quite a few confessions, all of which he appreciated but did not reciprocate. None of them have ever managed to get him to feel how you made him feel within seconds. As you smiled at him and reached out to take the sketchbook from his hands, Sunwoo felt a jolt of electricity run through him when your finger briefly touched his. That beautiful, kind smile of yours did things to his heart and for a moment, he thought himself to be crazy. 

What is this feeling?

“Thank you! I’m really sorry about that by the way, I guess I wasn’t looking. I’ll see you!” You said with a sheepish smile, wrapping your arms around the large box piled high with brushes, palettes and drawing materials. The box was clearly too big for your frame and you struggled to get a proper, firm grip around it. The contents inside the box were dangerously close to spilling out as you balanced it precariously in your arms. He stood stock still as he watched you walk away before he shook himself back to his senses. 

“W-Wait!”

Since you couldn’t turn back without risking everything from falling out again, you could only crane your head back. 

“Yeah?”

Sunwoo willed himself to approach you although his legs were starting to feel like jelly and his heart was pounding so furiously against his chest. This was the first time he felt so nervous around someone else, yet there was also a strangely warm feeling he couldn’t help but crave already. 

When you looked him in the eye, he actually felt his heart stutter and there was short pause as he struggled to find words to say. 

“Can I help you?”

“I... No, I was just wondering if you needed help with those?” He asked, holding out his hands. You beamed at his offer but shook your head.

“It’s alright! I’ve got this. Thank you so much for offering though,” you replied, heaving the box up a little higher when a paintbrush slid dangerously close to the edge.

“I insist.” He smiled shakily.

Sunwoo later found out that you were a part of school’s art club and even though he didn’t have an ounce of artistic talent or drawing skills in him, he put his name down on the sign up sheet anyways. Seeing you at every art meet would be the highlight of his day and after that first run in, you had recognised him and struck up a conversation with him before he could talk to you. Internally, he was glad that you did because it meant that he wouldn’t need to worry about messing up in front of you yet on the other hand, his heart was almost bursting with anxiety. 

The two of you grew close as the days passed and because of your friendship with Sunwoo, people started being less intimidated by him. People were starting to talk to him or even invite him out on outings. If it wasn’t already impossible, he felt himself liking you more and more as the days went by. Before long, he found himself working up the courage to ask you out. 

This was a tricky thing for him since firstly, he had never been on a date and secondly, you were older than he was. When he had told Eric, the one person he trusted second to you that he harboured a crush on you, the man had burst out laughing. There was a certain sort of stigma in school around liking a senior if you were a guy yet Sunwoo didn’t care. Why should age be a factor in liking someone?

When he had finally worked up the courage to ask you out, he almost chickened out at the last minute. What if you rejected him? What if he somehow messed this up? Sunwoo wasn’t a guy who easily got shaken or afraid but when it came to this, he would honestly have much rather leap off a cliff than go through the jitters of it all. 

One can only imagine the sheer joy and relief he felt when you uttered the answer he so desperately wanted to hear from you.

“Yes. Of course, I would love to go on a date with you!”

Call him a drama king but it was like fireworks erupting around him when you said yes. You know that feeling when you ace a test when you thought you had messed it up once and for all? That was exactly how he felt. That joy was short-lived however, as he realised with a start that he had to now impress on the date.

“I just really want this date to go well.” Sunwoo declared firmly, straightening and giving his reflection a final once over. 

“Alright, dude. Good luck!”

Grabbing his keys and fixing his shirt, he asked absent-mindedly, “What’s the time anyways?”

Eric squinted at the time displayed on the digital clock at the bedside table. “It’s 1:16pm.”

Wait... What?

Immediately, the colour disappeared from Sunwoo’s face as he turned to look at the time. The red digits on the clock stare back at him and he felt his stomach churn. He was supposed to meet you at 1:30pm at the cafe!

“Oh. Oh, hell no. I’m late!” He shrieked frantically as he made a mad dash for the door, almost tripping over his own foot.

“Classic. I’ll just carry on with my game,” Eric yawned, picking up his phone as the door closed behind him.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Crouching over with his hands on his knees, Sunwoo could hear his heart beating in his ear as he gasped for air.

He might have busted a lung but he didn’t really care. As he panted, he whipped out his phone to check the time.

1:45pm. Fuck. He’s 15 minutes late to the date.

Quickly, Sunwoo pushed open the door to the café and his eyes immediately brightened at the sight of you sitting at a corner near the window. Mentally, he willed himself to calm down as he tried to steady his breathing. His hair was sticking in all directions, his entire body was sweaty and his face was red and blotchy from exertion but he didn’t have a choice. He had to make do.

“Y/n!” He called out, voice slightly trembling from his nerves.

You turned around at his voice and smiled, causing his heart to clench. Why do you always have to look so beautiful? It’s not fair. You always look so effortlessly amazing and he’s just a sweaty, nervous wreck whenever you were around.

Grinning brightly, Sunwoo started towards you. He should really have seen the guy incoming on his left but he realised that a little too late when he felt the boiling hot chocolate drink spill out onto the front of his shirt.

It took him a split second to react and with a yelp, he probably made himself look like a total clown as he scrambled back, wringing his sore hands of the sweet, hot liquid.

Gasps could be heard and as Sunwoo clutched onto his reddened hand and grazed his fingers over his burned waist, he couldn’t help but feel extremely embarrassed. His hand and waist may feel like it’s burning but it was nothing compared to the heat in his cheeks. So much for a perfect first date and with you no less. He was sure he’d made a fool of himself right there and then.

He barely even registered it when you rushed forward, a look of concern on your face as you held his hand.

“Oh my god, are you ok? We need to get you some ointment immediately!” You said as you held onto his hand.

Sunwoo nodded quietly with face was downcast as though he couldn’t bear to look you in the eye.

The two of you sat underneath a giant oak tree at the park as he lifted up his shirt to expose his raw, now angrily red torso.

Your eyes widened as you realised just how toned and chiseled he was but quickly masked it over as you squeeze out a dollop of burn cream onto your fingers. Dabbing gingerly at his wound, you hesitated as he flinched, his teeth gritted in pain as you made contact.

“Does it hurt a lot?” You asked softly.

“Um... Yeah, a little,” he replied in a small voice, his eyes avoiding yours. There was a pause before he added, “Look, I’m really sorry for how this date turned out.”

You stopped what you were doing and gazed up at him in total shock. What was he saying?

Sunwoo’s face was turned away as he continued on.

“It’s all my fault this date is ruined and I know you probably don’t expect much from me but this must have been even lower than your lowest expectations. I may be younger but I swear I can be as good as the seniors, it’s just that today just wasn’t the day I guess. I showed up late, clowned myself-”

You quickly placed a finger over his plump lips, shushing him immediately as he gazed at you in surprise.

“Don’t say another word! This isn’t your fault, Sunwoo. Please don’t blame yourself.” You said in a tone of disbelief. To think he would beat himself up over this was completely beyond you.

His eyes softened and he murmured against your finger.

“Weely?”

The feeling of his moving lips on your skin felt searing hot as you withdrew your finger, your body tingling at the sensation and blood rushing to your cheeks.

“Yes. There is no other like you. I wouldn’t have traded this date in for the world.” You smiled as you watched his lips tug into a huge, genuine beam.

“That... That meant a lot to me... Thank you.” He whispered, suddenly shy.

You can only chuckle at how cute he was before you stood up, holding out a hand.

“Let’s just enjoy our day together, okay? We could start by shopping for a new shirt.” You laughed, gesturing vaguely at the large darkened stain on his shirt.

Sunwoo looked up at you. The sunlight was shining on the side of your face and it brought out the liveliness in your eyes, your hair framing your face in the most elegant way possible. If you didn't already look beautiful in his eyes, you certainly were now. 

He felt his heart flutter wildly and he grinned as he clasped his hand with yours.

“Okay.”

[violetnotez]

let's have more bois with pregnant s/os! 😂😂😂 Tamaki,Mirio,and Shinsou their reactions to finding out their gonna be daddies ( ˘ ³˘)♥

Omg yes anon, these boys would have the cutest reactions to finding out they got their s/o knocked up ❤️

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Hc: Pregnant S/O

Pairing: Tamaki x reader, Mirio x reader, Shinsou x reader

Also, I realized I should specify the ages of all the characters! Everyone will be aged up to like around 20-21 ☺️

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Tamaki

Tamaki has just finished patrolling for the day when he got a strange message from you, asking him to pick up some things from the market

That wasn’t particularly unusual, you would occasionally ask him to do so after work if he wasn’t too tired

But it seemed like you were trying to message someone else and not him-your message had asked “her” to grab “a lot of disposable cups”

You had also sent an image...Tamaki’s curiosity was too strong, his fingers clicking on the picuture instantly

His eyes gazed at the list, instantly recognizing the handwriting as your own. The list only had a few items, such as milk, flour, choclate...but then, at the very end, you had wrote something that truly threw his mind of out control

You wanted whoever you were texting to buy pregnancy tests

His anxiety instantly went through the roof-pregnany?! You thought you were pregnant?!? How long had you been thinking this?!? We’re you okay?!? Who was even with you getting you this stuff?!

He began to take a few deep breaths and focus his attention to calming his heart rate-something he had been practicing in order to control his anxiety

There had to be a simple explanation-maybe you were just helping a friend...maybe they were for Neijire and not for you...you had said she was going to be visiting you today

But then-you had mentioned your period was uncharacteristically late since it hadn’t came yet...and you two had been active recently-crap he needed to get home right now

Tamaki is usually a very cautious driver, but today, he was borderline speeding

He was just too wrapped up in his thoughts, trying to convince himself that it was all a misunderstanding, that you weren’t pregnant and it was just his anxiety making situations seem worse than what they were

He was itching to call you, but he was afraid of the answer you would give him-what if you did truly think your were pregnant?

he didn’t want to work himself up so badly that he wasn’t even able to drive-

no, he was going to wait to talk to you in person, that was the best thing to do

He came into the driveway, parking his car quickly, his duffel bag with his change of clothes and personal belongings long forgotten in the trunk

As he was walking up to the front steps, his mind racing, he heard none other than Neijri greet him from behind

“Oh Tamaki-san, your home from work quiet early! Slow day out there?” She chirped a little too cheerfully

Tamaki noticed the plastic bag in her hand, making him gulp-oh no, it had to be for you then

Neijire stood in front of him awkwardly, not knowing what to do

“It’s wonderful to see you, but um, Y/n-san is going through some things right now...she asked me to help her while you were out patrolling-she didn’t want to worry you prematurely...”

Neijire gave him a reassuring smile, handing him the bag

Poor Tamaki was shaking, his head hanging low-was it all true then? We’re you really thinking you were pregnant?

“Y/n-san will explain everything, but whatever happens-I hope you both are happy!” She grinned, giving Tamaki a quick hug and a cheerful goodbye as she jogged to her own car

Tamaki shakily opened the front door, too terrified to look in the bag

You came bounding down the hallway, your hair tied back loosely

“Neijire, I can’t thank you enough for- Tamaki!” You gasped slightly, not expecting to see him in front of you

You instantly ran to him, noticing how pale he looked-he honestly looked like he would pass out

“Oh my god, are you okay?” You asked, your voice full of concern as you took the bag gingerly from his hands, sitting him on the couch

“Is it true?” He asked quietly, his voice timid, “that-that you think your-“

You sighed, taking his hand in yours. You had realized too late that you had sent the message accidentally to him, too terrified of his reaction to call him after the mistake

“Well, yes, I think I might be-be pregnant...but I don’t know for sure...theres really only one way to find out.” You gave him a small smile, trying to be reassuring

you were freaking out on the inside, but after seeing Tamaki look so terrified, you knew you had to be the one who was strong for the both of you

“I’m sorry for scaring you,” you apologized, your hand finding his, “ I didn’t mean to hide this from you, I just didn’t want to worry you unless I knew for sure,”

“I-It’s alright, I want to be here for you when you find out...I-it is potentially our child after all” he said quietly, rubbing his thumb against the soft skin of your hand

You gave him a quick kiss, smiling reassuringly as you let go of his hand, taking the bag Neijiri had gotten for you

“Well-lets go find out, shall we?”

Tamaki had waited outside the door as you went to the bathroom, coming in once you went to check the test

You were honestly too scared at that point to see, so you had asked him if he was up for checking it for you

He was terrified as well, but as he was waiting, he began to think about the situation-he wouldn’t mind having a child with you, he knew one day he wanted to settle down with you and make you his for the rest of his life

This would just be a step towards that, right? He loved you with all his heart, and couldn’t think of anybody else having a child with-apart of him was hoping for it to be positive, wanting nothing more to be a father to the life you two had potentially created

His hands were shaking as he took the test in his hands, seeing that there was two little lines, meaning you were, in fact, pregnant

Poor Tamaki’s emotions finally released, tears streaming down his face quietly as he hugged you close-you were so confused, but apart of you already knew the truth

You were now crying as well, both of you complete messes as you asked him repeatedly what the test said through hiccups

He just knelt down, kissing your stomach as his arms wrapped around your waist, hugging you close

Mirio

It was a pretty normal day for Mirio-he got up, did his usual work out routine, and then got himself ready to go on a date with you later on in the day

You two had decided to go get lunch at a quiet little cafe not to far from both of your apartments-you had also told him you had something “important” to tell him, which also kinda got him excited to here your news

He was hoping it was something positive, because when you had told him this over the phone the night before, you sounded pretty nervous, but wouldn’t reveal any other details

He drove into the parking lot of the cafe, instantly recognizing your car in the parking lot, making him smile

He found you at your favorite booth, looking down at your phone, until you looked up and smiled as you saw him walking over

He loved your smile, it was always so bright and beautiful-but something about it was different today...you almost looked nervous

He doesn’t pay too much attention to it, you did say you had news for him after all, maybe you just had some jitters

“Hey, sunshine, how are you?” He asks cheerfully, bringing you into a tight hug

“Well that’s strange,” he thought-you usually always squeezed him super tight, but today you almost kept him at a distance, like it hurt to hug him

He pulled away, staring at your face in worry-“You doing alright, babe?”

You shrugged off his worry quickly, not wanting to bring attention to it-“Oh it’s nothing, just-well, my chest has been a little tender but it’s fine,”

He knew something more was wrong, but as much as he wanted you to say what it was, he knew you’d tell him in your own time

The rest of the date went as your dates usually always went, you both talking happily about your lives with Mirio making you laugh occasionally

He did notice some things were different about you-you seemed to be really cautious of what you ate, asking if anything had caffeine or excess salt in the food. Your face, even when you laughed, was always somehow knitted with nervousness

He also noticed that your chest had been looking a little larger-he didn’t mind at all, he loved your body no matter what it looked like, it was just-strange to him. You also would sometimes rub your hands on your stomach below the counter, thinking he wouldn’t be able to see

It was all so peculiar to him-it made him really wonder what was going on that was making you act so differently

He reached his hand across the table, placing his larger hand in yours

“So-what exactly did you want to tell me?” He gave you a bright, reassuring smile, his heart aching slightly when you looked down at your lap

You looked so scared-were you okay? He started to get nervous himself-maybe something terrible had happened, like you were sick, or hurt

He just wanted you to tell him-whatever was going on, you would get through it together

He gave you a reassuring squeeze on your hand-“You know you can tell me anything, right?” He asked quietly, that bright smile still on his lips “Nothing you say is going to make me judge you or turn away from you-you can always trust me.”

He watched you take a deep breath, your ribs rattling slightly from the nerves

“Mirio-I-I...” you stuttered, “I’m pregnant-with your baby.”

Well SHIT HE DIDNT EXPECT THAT-

He may or may not have yelled out “Pregnant?!?” A little too loudly-he just wasn’t expecting that

After you shushed him to be a little more quiet, he lowered his voice some

“Whoa-pregnany-are-are you sure?”

You played with your fingers, the nerves still set in your system, “Yes, I-I has a feeling... some I may or may not have taken a whole box of tests a few days ago. And-and they all came back positive.”

“I’ve been wanting to tell you, I just didn’t know how or when or where- it was just so sudden.”

“I know we didn’t talk much about starting a family, Mirio, but,” you asked timidly, his hands still in yours, “what do you think about it?”

Mirio sat quietly for a few moments-he knew this was a huge thing, bringing in a child into this world. It was true you two hadnt talked a lot about starting a family, it wasn’t on either of your minds since you two were so young. But, he loved you too much to walk away from you and his child-it would be completely wrong for him to do so. He didn’t want to either-he loved you and this child you two had created.

His rough thumb brushed the skin of your hand, the sensation soothing to your nerves

“It’s all your decision y/n, but I love you-and this child we created. I’m would be excited to be a father!”

Shinsou

Also I’m tired and I’m pretty sure I spelt him name wrong THE ENTIRE TIME IM SORRY

You were wrapped up in Shinso’s body, your legs intertwining with his

His body was warm and comforting, his heart beating strong in his chest

You felt yourself beginning to wake up, soft sunlight flitting through the curtains of the room

It didn’t help either that your leg and inner thighs were killing you-you and Shinso were active quite a lot, but last night had seemed to really become a toll on your body

You groaned, snuggling yourself closer to him-he was so comfortable and gentle when he was sleeping

Shinsou seemed to had woken up slightly too, his hands petting your bed tossled hair

“You doing alright doll?” He asked huskily, he voiced still sounding sleepy

“Yeah,” you sighed, snuggling closer to him, “just-sore.”

“Aww you poor thing-but I didn’t here you complaining last night though,”He chuckled, placing a kiss on top of your head

You pushed yourself up, making yourself able to look into his lavender eyes as you laid your head on his bare chest

“Well I didn’t say that,” you said, giving him a cheeky smirk- “Just you gotta be a little gentle-I still need to be able to walk the next day,”

“Wheres the fun in that, kitten? You look so pretty when your a mess under me...”

Your cheecks instantly turned a beet red, a small smile tugging at your lips

Even though Shinso was making you a blushing mess, you instantly felt an uncomfortable feeling in your stomach, something you had been experiencing for a few weeks now

A burning sensation began to fill your throat, and to your horror, you felt yourself want to throw up

Shinso noticed your face pale as it turned from adorably embarrassed to terrfied

“Are you-“ he barely got out until you leaped off his body, stumbling to the bathroom

You barely got near the toilet before you began to empty the contents of your stomach into it

Shinso quickly followed you in, throwing on a pair of his boxers he had left on the floor from last night

His heart hurt hearing you sound so sick, your back heaving into the toilet-he softly grabbed your hair, rubbing soothing circles on your back

He was just so confused-you had seemed fine...you didn’t show any signs of being sick yesterday or last night-so why were you suddenly just throwing up like there was no tomorrow?

You finally had finished, laying your forehead on the cold seat

“What’s wrong doll-you okay?” He asked softly, brushing your hair with his fingers

You nodded numbly, feeling dehydrated and exhausted

“This has been happening-kinda a lot...” you croaked out, trying to clear the parch areas in your throat

Shinso stopped you from talking anymore, worried you would hurt yourself and went to go get you some water

He came back with a blanket and a bottle of water, you drinking in small sips as you sat on the blanket

“So-this is happening a lot, right?” He asked, watching to make sure the color came back to your face, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

You nodded your head numbly- “I-I was scared to tell you...because-well-“ you sighed nervously, looking down at the floor-“I also missed my period last week.”

It took Shinso to let that information set in-you missed your period? Why the hell would that matter? But then he began to connect the dots...you two had sex quite a lot....you were having morning sickness...you didn’t get your period-oh shit

He states it very bluntly, but stutters slightly over his words-“Your-your pregnant?”

“I-I don’t know for sure Shinso...but I have a feeling, just everything adds up to that,”

He’ll curse under his breath, sitting for a second in silence-that was such a huge piece of information for him to process

A baby was a big deal-you two were bringing in a new life into this world...he would be lying if he didn’t say he was terrified. It wasn’t under the best timing, you two never discussed having a child so soon...but he loved you. It was as much his baby as it was yours, and he would never just walk out of yours and his potential child’s life just because he was too scared.

He would do anything for you-that included welcoming this new child into the world with you

“Okay, I believe you y/n,” he’ll finally say, his bright purple eyes boaring into yours, “we’re having a baby. Let’s figure this out together, alright, kitten?”

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HOLY CRAP THIS TOOK FOREVER SORRY