#y/n fic

[augustinescruelsummer]

i waited for you | j.seresin

GENRE: ANGST to FLUFF | jake ‘hangman’ seresin x f!reader | WC: 1.7k

in which hangman misses an important date in with his girl.

AN: gear up yall. ur fav fluff writer is trying something new. kidding im prob not ur fav but i literally love every single one of you who likes, comments, and reblogs. the support has been helping me sm mentally. so much love to you all.

You were sitting on the couch, flipping through you and Jake’s wedding photo album. There were some polaroids missing from the book, which made you wonder what had happened to them. Little did you know, Jake had taken them into his plane for safekeeping, and when he missed you on long missions. Today was supposed to be you and Jake’s night in and it was supposed to begin at 8pm. You looked over the clock, reading a depressing 11pm. You sighed and unlocked your phone, a picture of Jake posing after hiking up one of the Yellowstone Park trails shining back at you. The house was lonely without him, the uneaten food you had prepared for your night in lie untouched, the tv still sitting on Netflix’s home page. You had taken the two blankets you’d laid out for yourself and him, and your pet cat snuggled up into your chest further as you adjusted to check your phone.

There were no messages from Jake, and you swallowed back the lump in your throat appearing. Has he forgotten? Have you done something? You locked your phone again, the darkness of your living room surrounding you. You considered texting Phoenix and asking if they were running a late training session, but you didn’t want to run the risk of your heart getting broken further. You resorted to scrolling on Instagram, pictures of your close friends and their happy relationships all over. The sight made you begin to cry, wondering what you had done to make Jake forget. He knew how excited you were for this night, because you rarely got to spend nights with him. Jake had seemed excited for it as well, but apparently he wasn’t based off of him standing you up.

The silence of the house was beginning to get too much for you, so you gathered up your hot chocolate and blanket to take into your shared bedroom. As you were getting up, a key rattled in your front door, and a Hangman appeared in your front hallway. You made eye contact from your position in the living room, standing with his academy sweatshirt and a blanket thrown over your torso. His eyes softened, clearly remembering what was supposed to happen tonight.

“Sweetheart–”

You set the cat on the ground, standing your ground in the middle of the house. Even with his warm presence, the house felt eerily silent with the tension in the room.

“I don’t even wanna hear it, J,” you snapped back at him, almost regretting it when you saw his crestfallen expression. You turned to face away from him, trudging up the stairs loudly for dramatic effect. If he was gonna be a dick, then you had every right to be dramatic. You slammed the shared bedroom door, making Jake cringe from his spot downstairs.

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EARLIER

The F-18s flew around in the sky, their speed making it impossible to keep track of them. A surprise spot check had come from the Admiral today, and he had decided to pop in during one of the most difficult training days. Mission leaders were directing their squadron from the ground, solely relying on communication. The aviators in the sky were given a difficult flight path, relying on their mission leaders to guide them on what they were supposed to do. Hangman felt that this was coming close to the rough training they did when preparing for the Uranium mission.

Him and Rooster were each directing their own daggers. Rooster had taken Fanboy and Payback, and Hangman had taken Phoenix and Bob.

“Left!” Hangman barked, hyper aware of the presence of the Admiral behind him. They were coming close to the end of the mission, and he was praying his leadership skills would be able to pull through. Phoenix and Bob made a harsh turn in the sky, and now the only thing that was left was the landing. The admiral had insisted they try a more difficult landing, claiming that landings were an area the Navy lacked in. Rooster had rolled his eyes at that, muttering under his breath,

“You try landing an F-14 with one engine.”

“What was that, Lieutenant Bradshaw?”

“Oh nothing, sir.”

Hangman was full on yelling at Phoenix and Bob, but they didn’t take notice. Their landing was rough, but the Admiral had given a casual hmph at it. Better than nothing, Hangman had thought as Phoenix and Bob clammored out of their jet.

“Jesus, is it normal to have an admiral make you fly at 10pm?”

Hangman’s heart dropped. “Wait, what time did you just say it was?”

“Ten?” Bob asked incredulously, suspicious of Hangman’s shocked expression. “The exercise took longer than expected, I guess–”

“No shit, Bob!” Hangman snapped at him. Phoenix instantly stepped in to defend him, but Bob had told her it was fine when he realized Hangman was mumbling profanities under his breath.

“I had plans with my wife! We were gonna have our first date night since the Uranium plant!” He cried out, and Phoenix’s mouth formed an O. Hangman rushed into the hangar, stripping out of his flight suit urgently. He shoved it into his duffel bag and grabbed his car keys, his brain overloading. He jogged past Phoenix and Bob, bidding them good night before picking up into a full sprint. He swears he’s never driven that fast before.

“I should’ve just flown the plane,” he muttered to himself while frantically switching lanes to get home faster.

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Hangman knocked softly on the door to your bedroom, letting himself in after you had refused to respond. You were changing into a tank top and shorts, and Hangman awkwardly leaned against the bed post. You ignored his presence, getting under the duvet as quickly as possible.

“Can we talk about this?” He asked softly, not liking how you were giving him the silent treatment.

“I feel forgotten,” You finally spoke to him, meeting his eyes. His expression softened at the statement, and he opened his mouth to say something but was cut off harshly.

“No, I’m going to speak my feelings before you start apologizing. I get that work takes first priority, but seriously Jake? The one time we made plans! You knew how excited I was to sit and hang out with you. I’ve been looking forward to this since you got back last week. I wanted time with my husband after the Navy ripped him away from me again to send him on a death mission. And now that you’re back, I can’t even get that? God, it’s like I shouldn’t even be trying anymore because it’s not even worth it!”

Tears began to slip down your face, and Jake felt like his heart was going to explode. His one weakness was your tears. When you both were at the base the day he was leaving for the mission, he saw you cry. He instantly wasn’t sure if he could go on the mission, and even let some tears out of his own. The team still teases him about it.

“Sweetheart, I planned on getting off at five today. I had an order to pick up your favorite flowers set, and even bought that stupid 10 Things I Hate About You movie on DVD for you. Well, Phoenix gave it to me. But, I brought it because I thought it would be more special to watch on DVD. I would never plan on standing you up, and I hope we’re solid enough in our relationship to at least believe that. Look, I don’t want to just give you excuses, but the admiral stopped by today. He’s been doing surprise visits to all of the bases and he wanted to see the Uranium teams in action to see if we were all that we’ve been cracked up to be. He had us run those stupid flight paths you know I hate. I was going to text you during break, but Rooster got caught texting his wife and the Admiral threatened to make his team run until 12.”

Your mouth fell open, the tears drying out on your face. Are you fucking kidding me?

“Your admiral has shit timing, J,” you told him after a couple moments of silence, in shock at the whole thing. Of course the admiral would put Jake through the ringer on the one day you had made plans to finally spend quality time together. Jake reached over into his flight suit, pulling a DVD out of his flight suit. He plopped it down on the bed, a grin overtaking his gorgeous features.

“Oh my God, you actually did!” You squealed, opening the DVD up.

“Of course I did gorgeous. I thought it would be more special on DVD or something,” he chuckled nervously, climbing onto the bed beside you. You instantly felt bad for berating him.

“I’m sorry–”

Jake clamped a hand over your mouth at the two words.

“Did you yell at me to hurt me unfairly?”

“No.”

“Then there are absolutely no apologies necessary. I should’ve communicated somehow. I hate seeing you cry, gorgeous.”

You blushed at the nickname, it still managed to get you after all the years you’ve spent together. It had begun to rain during Jake’s apology, and he looked outside to see the droplets.

“Now would be a great time to kiss you,” he said cornily before leaning in to encapture your lips with his. He reached in front of you during the kiss, one hand still on your jaw. He grabbed the DVD and pulled away to hold it up in front of you.

“Is it too late to watch?”

“It’s never too late for Heath Ledger, Jake Seresin,” you told him, giggling. He smiled at your laugh before giving a chaste kiss to your lips.

“I’ll go get the snacks, you plug it in,” you told him, breaking your kiss and sliding off the bed. A moment later you popped your head back into the doorway, seeing Jake propping up your pillows the way you liked them. He had also plugged in your heating pad, making you smile. “Do we need more blankets?”

“Whatever you think, baby.”

“Make sure to be careful with Phoenix’s disc!”

“Yes ma’am, I got it sweets.”

[sinnabee]

as often seems to be the case @gigiree and i have gotten into the same thing around the same time and been having some fun ideas :D oooh i also had fun trying out a different brush than my pencil texture one for this!

below the cut is two little blurbs we wrote (first one gigi, second one sinna) about an idea we had!! idk if it’ll ever be more than some cute little scenes but we wanted to share! there is definitely a doc of planning and shit in my folders but again we’ll see if anything ever really gets written

POV: You are just a dude. Just a regular little fella (gender neutral) who works from home, makes lots of zoom calls, and lives in a cozy little house on the outskirts of a small town. Recently you are sure that there is SOMETHING (some-things??? Mothman????) living in the woods off your back porch, and honestly you’re about ready to throw hands with it if it knocks over your FUCKING TRASH CANS AGAIN.

Excerpt by @gigiree

You squint up at the glaring red eyes cutting through the inky darkness between the trees, a good five feet or more above your very human head.

You blink once, rub your eyes and pinch your cheek. The red lights are still there, narrowed in what you would have called amusement if there’d been an actual face to put them into context.

You point a finger up at them, threateningly.

“Fuck this. Fuck you. I don’t have the energy tonight for this cryptid fuckery. Are you the one who knocked down my trash cans and didn’t put them back?”

There’s a distinct fuzzy sound then, like someone tuning into bad radio frequency. The hairs on the nape of your neck stand on end, and like you always do when you get scared, you rely on your pride. The little shards of pride you have left, rearranged to poke and prod your spine into formation until you actually resemble some sort of intelligent vertebrate.

You straighten your spine. And straighten your middle finger in The Thing’s general direction.

“Good night, Big Devil Mothfoot .” You say, in a mad bout of daring. Worst case, this thing tears you to shreds and you don’t have to show up to Zoom work tomorrow. Sounds like a sweet deal.

But wonder of shitty wonders, a long, spidery appendage slides past the tree cover, silvery bells catching the faint moonlight. And the red eyes are accompanied by a giant, clawed hand giving the one-finger salute too.

Seventh wonder of the world, this ain’t, but it’s nuts enough to get a witch’s cackle bursting past the knot of fear in your throat.

Excerpt by @sinnabee

You swallow down your laughter and continue to stare up at the lights swaying menacingly above your head. They're just...hanging out, you guess. The weird spider-y arm slunk it's way back into the shadows. The longer you stare at it the more you feel like your eyes were adjusting, and you could see the faint outline of...something there in the tree. Like, lots of long skinny appendages sticking out every which way in order to keep it suspended up there. It was becoming kind of ridiculous, the longer you looked at it.

"Listen," you say, voice coming back stronger now with the thought that whatever this thing was was desperately trying to hold itself in place in order to scare you, "I don't care if you dig through the trash cans. You can kick the shit out of them if you want.

As you watched, the lights narrowed even further and the whatever the hell was holding them rotated. Alright, that one creeped you out.

"Y-Yeah. Just - just put them back in the morning, and don't put any holes in the bottom. As long as the trash guys will still take them, I don't care."

You stare at the lights for a few more tense seconds. You blink, but by the time you’ve opened your eyes, they're gone.

You frown and glare harder at the trees, as though squinting angrily would make them come back.

"Fuckin rude. Whatever, Big Devil Mothfoot. Just put my cans back next time!" You shout the last words into the darkness and turn around to head back across the yard and into the comforting light of your home. There's a static-y laugh that echoes way too close behind you and causes you to sprint the last few steps.

You slam the screen door shut, but make sure to flip the back porch off for good measure.

[ratt-trap-afton]

Some pen doods of my boys along with a mini comic for @chaotic-anon-fandom-stuff 's upcoming superstar sleepover

[eddies-sweethearts]

nightshade [1]

"you two really deserve each other, you know that?" the words seethe out between thin lips. "the freak and the witch".

eddie x y/n

follows the events of s4. multichapter.

tw: parental death, bullying, show level violence/horror/paranormal, smoking and drug use. dont smoke cigarettes kids, its gross.

y/n uses she/her pronouns but is otherwise description free except for clothing aesthetics. minors dni.

“You want something, freak?”

Jason Carver stood; a smug, tight-lipped look screwed onto his face like he was the almighty savior of Hawkins, Indiana. Your tolerance for him, already at a baseline low, was long gone after being forced to listen to his insane, egotistical ramblings at the pep rally that morning. And now, here he was, puffing up his tiny chest at Eddie. You always hoped one day someone would put him in his place. Jason was nothing more than a future high school has been, though you were the only one who apparently realized that fact. Sure, Eddie gave him the occasional jeers and taunts, but it wasn't enough. You wanted to see him crumble.

“Hey Jason!” you shout before the words fully formulated in your mind. The usual deafening chatter of the cafeteria lulls. Heads snapping to look at you, Jason's included as he whips his head around, spotting you in the back of the open room. Your feet atop the cracked off-white table, worn Doc Martens leaving a scuff mark where they were perched, leather clad arms folded in front of your chest as you fix the jock with a cold stare. You could feel the pairs of eyes boring into you, tongues held behind sharp teeth as they waited to see what you were going to do next. This was a far departure from the way you normally keep to yourself, moving about the day as if you didn't notice a thing going on around you. You gave off an air of being completely unbothered, untouched by the world you inhabited. If only they all knew how hard you work to seem so detached. This sudden outburst was granting you far more attention than either Eddie or Jason's usual antics had gotten. A heat erupts throughout your body but whether it was from the annoyance you couldn't hold back any longer or the attention you consistently avoided, you weren't sure.

Letting out a big, loud snap of your gum, you grin. “Why don't you shut the fuck up, dickwad?”

A scandalized gasp echoes through the room. Jason's eyes narrow at you in that way he thought was intimidating. All it did was make you angrier, resolving you even more to wipe the floor with his pompous face.

“What'd you say to me?” he asks hotly.

You kick off from the table, chair toppling backwards as you stood. Heads follow you as you walk forward. Eddie practically turns his entire body from where he was still standing on top of the table, following as you move towards Jason. You let your hips sway naturally, casually, as if you were just walking over to ask him about science class.

“I said,” your gum snaps, punctuating each word as you repeat, “Shut. The. Fuck. Up.”

Standing directly in front of him the cloud of overused cologne he was doused in engulfs you. He smells like the mall department store's makeup counter. You watch as the apple of his throat wavers slightly, and that almost puts a real smile on your face.

“You two really deserve each other, you know that?” The words seethe out between thin lips. “The freak,” his eyes fell to Eddie momentarily before darting back to yours, “And the witch.”

You let the old taunt roll off you. It's been thrown at you in spits and through whispers so often that it's meaning barely registers anymore. Eddie, never one to miss a chance to poke a growling bear, sticks his tongue out in response, hands on his head to make horns like the devil himself.

“Prick,” Jason spits, turning all his ire back on Eddie as if you aren't the one invading his personal space.

You grab Jason by the jaw, chipped black nails digging slightly into his cheeks as you draw him closer, speaking in a near whisper. “Don't act like you don't think about me late at night, Jason. Munson might wish I'd give him a chance,” your gaze slides towards Eddie as you control Jason's head, making him look, too, at the way Eddie was watching you with manic glee. “But you?” you twist Jason back, forcing his eyes to meet yours. “You wish I would destroy you." The apple of his throat bobs, and behind his eyes something like fear and recognition flickers. "Didn't you know?," you whisper, "witches can read minds.”

Releasing him roughly, you push Jason just enough to make him stumble over his chair. He lands in the seat with a hard thud and a dumbstruck look on his face that he tries to fix before anyone notices. The other jocks don't move beyond staring at you and then back at Jason as he rubs at the indents your nails made. You hiss at them, smirking at the way one of the younger ones jumps. They really are terrified of you.

Adrenaline courses through you like fire. You definitely need a cigarette to calm you down before the next period starts. You leave Jason and his cronies, heading for the cafeteria entrance. You look at Eddie's table as you walk by, biting your cheek to hide a smirk at the way he was beginning to terrorize some girl, screaming about killing kids or whatever he was going on about. You hadn't really been paying attention to what he was doing before Jason interrupted and annoyed you. Maybe some people thought Eddie was obnoxious and awful, but you liked that he never seemed to shy away from being exactly who he was, even in the face of scorn.

You could hear Jason's voice getting louder as he starts to taunt you already twisting the narrative so it doesn't seem like he was three seconds away from wetting his pants. You turn your middle finger up to the whole room as you exit for the girl's bathroom.

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The bathroom is dark and dank, graffiti etched across the walls and into the back of stall doors. More than a few epitaphs were about you, but you stopped reading them a long time ago. You stride across the room, kicking over the janitor's bucket that was permanently being used to catch a leak dripping from the ceiling. One foot up on the bucket you stretch up to crack open the filthy window, throwing your chewed up gum outside. You put the bucket back in its place before wedging yourself in the corner, one foot up on the sink. Digging into your boot you pull out the lighter and cigarette you keep hidden in there. Lighting up, you take a calming drag in, letting your head fall back against the cracked tile wall and closing your eyes. You stayed like that for awhile, dark lipstick staining the cigarette each time you bring it back up to your lips, the water drip-drip-dripping into the bucket the only sound rippling through your perfect solitude.

The door slams open, forcing you to wave away the cloud of smoke from your last exhale frantically as you hide the cigarette behind your back. Chrissy Cunningham stands at the entrance, arms clutching tight around her chest, watery eyes staring at you. Or rather through you, like you weren't even there at all. You nod at her, hoping for some kind of camaraderie, just two girls hiding away from all the high school bullshit in a grimy bathroom. You wonder how her parents would feel seeing their perfect daughter surrounded by filth. Her eyes are hollow, haunted as her chin tucks into her chest and she pulls the stall door shut without so much as an acknowledgment that you exist. You take the cigarette out from behind your back, pulling another slow drag.

It stung. Hawkins was the loneliest place in the world. Everyone so paranoid, so afraid of anything that they saw as different. A deck of cards, that's all it had taken to ostracize you. You'd been playing with them the way your mother taught you to, but it frightened the adults because it wasn't what people here did. The rumors engulfed you. You lost friends. Mothers crossed the street with their children if they saw you walking towards them, conversations went silent as you walked by, only bothering to murmur when people thought you were out of ear shot. You'd leaned into it though. If this town was going to treat you like a pariah you might as well give them something to wonder about. So you wear your clothes darker than most would like, and listen to music that was too loud and too angry. You hiss and you cackle and you glare at everyone, even when your heart is breaking because their eyes never fully meet yours.

You debate fishing a second cigarette out of your boot as you flick the ash from your current one into the watery bucket. When the door swings open a second time, you don't even bother trying to hide your smoking, letting a cloud linger in front of you. Being yelled at by a teacher would at least be a good distraction from the tightness in your chest.

But it's just Max Mayfield. She looks back towards the door like maybe she ought to leave, but then she winces, putting her hand up to the side of her head.

“I don't bite, promise,” you say to her, edging out the harshness you've grown accustomed to speaking with just a little, so she knows you mean it.

“Sorry,” she says, pulling out of whatever pained her, “Didn't expect anyone to be in here.”

“I won't tell if you don't,” you wave your cigarette at her, the slightest grin settling on your lips. Relaxing, Max throws her backpack up on the sink to dig through it. A bottle of Tylenol appears and she dry swallows two pills. You watch as she clutches the sink in front of her, staring at herself in the mirror. You wonder what she sees there, if she feels the same kind of twisted hate that overwhelms you whenever you look at yourself for too long.

You take the last drag of your cigarette, stubbing the rest out on the bottom of your boot. Kicking the bucket back over, you perform your balance act once again and flick the butt out of the cracked window. You start to make your move to leave when the sound of Chrissy retching catches both yours and Max's attention.

“Hey, you alright?” Max speaks up first, looking at the stall with concern.

“Y-yes I'm…I'm fine.” The shake in Chrissy's voice, punctuated by the sound of her spitting, isn’t very convincing.

Tentatively, Max steps towards the stall. “Okay, um, are you sure?”

“Please just go away.”

Max looks to you, awash with concern and uncertainty. You don't know her very well, except that her step-brother had died in the mall fire last summer. You always thought Billy was a bit of a show-off and an asshole, but Max seems like an alright kid. It's okay, you mouthed to her, nodding your head towards the door. She waits until you lean back against the wall before finally giving you a nod of acknowledgment and leaves the bathroom.

“Are you deaf? I said go away!”

The outburst startles you. You hadn't made any noise, and even if you had you doubt Chrissy would've heard you over the sound of the toilet flushing. You start to think maybe you should have left, that whatever Chrissy is doing really isn't any of your business but something holds you rooted to that spot.

“Mom?”

Your brows knit together, unsure if you heard her right. Leaving your bag on the floor, you take a quiet step forward. With every step closer the light above the stall Chrissy is in flickers. Before you can even approach the door, she's screaming.

“Chrissy!” you yell for her as her screaming becomes erratic.

“Go away! Go away!” she shouts over and over again, but it doesn’t really seem like she's yelling at you. You're honestly not sure she even knows you're there at all.

“You're really freaking me out now, just come out of there. Please!” The light flickers violently, matching the way Chrissy's panicked cries echo through the room. Too scared to reach for the door, all you can do is plead for her to stop.

And then it does. You can hear her panicked breathing as the stall opens and she steps out tentatively. “Did…did you see that?”

You didn't even realize how fast your heart had been pounding in your chest. Your shoulders, rigid with tension, dip ever so slightly as you clutch the nearest sink for support. You try to steady your own erratic breathing. “Are you fucking high? Are you having a bad trip or something?”

“Forget it,” she says sharply, wiping at her eyes. You didn't mean to anger her, but you have no other explanation for what happened. “Why are you still here anyway? I told you to go away.���

A bitter laugh escapes you. “Fuck me for being concerned, I guess,” you grab your bag roughly from the stained floor. “Contrary to popular belief, I'm not actually heartless. Not that you would remember that.”

“I'm sorry.” For a moment, she sounded like the girl you used to have sleepovers with.

“Whatever,” you shrug, reaching for the door handle just as the bell rings.

“Y/N!” Chrissy's hand catches your upper arm, forcing you to look at her. “Can we talk? After school?”

You should be angry at her or scared or something but all you feel is sad when you look into her eyes. You don't know what she's going through but it must be horrible if the way she was screaming is any indication. “Yeah, okay,” you agree, reluctantly. “Meet me by the old picnic table in the woods.”

“Thanks,” she exhales with relief, letting go of you. You follow her out into the hallway, jostled by the crowd moving to their next class. You watch until she's fully disappeared from your sight, unable to shake the last lingering sense of fear that’s storming through your chest.

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Sitting on top of the old picnic table, your right leg anxiously moves up and down, foot drumming on the bench as you fiddle with an unlit cigarette between your fingers. The thought of talking to Chrissy had been gnawing at you through the rest of the school day. Maybe it was a prank, payback for what you did to Jason during lunch, but the sounds of Chrissy screaming in the bathroom echoes through your mind. Something was horribly wrong and you really don't know how you fit into it. You slide the cigarette back into its holding spot in your boot, picking instead at a piece of wood sticking up from the table until it pinches you.

“Shit,” you mutter, sucking at your finger. The sound of leaves rustling catches your attention and you stare into the tree line until Chrissy emerges, breathing hard as if she'd been chased there.

“You okay?” Standing and stepping down from the table, you look at her worriedly. She nods through her labored breathing, fingers running across the dainty chain that adorns her neck. “Chrissy…what is going on with you?”

“I-I don't know. I don't know,” she shakes her head, hands coming up to cover her face. You'd never seen her so distressed.

“Hey,” you say, gently, reaching out to put a hand on her shoulder but thinking better of it. “It's alright.”

“I'm losing my mind, Y/N. Something awful is just…” she looks behind her suddenly, her voice trailing, “…hanging over me.” Nothing appears in the woods except a squirrel hurrying up a tree.

“No one is going to see us out here, if that's what you're worried about,” you say, begrudgingly.

“It's not that. Sorry, I just…I don't know how to explain anything.”

“It's fine.” She isn’t making a bit of sense, and she isn't your friend, but you find yourself wanting to put her at ease, somehow.

Silence passes between the two of you, stiff and chilling. You walk back to the picnic table, reclaiming your seat on top of it and pulling the cigarette back out. You light it up, feeling your nerves calm from the first pull. You don't like the energy surrounding you, the way it feels heavy and claustrophobic, even under the open sky of the woods. You were starting to think something really was hanging over Chrissy, and now, it hung over you too.

“Do you still have those tarot cards?” Chrissy asks suddenly, hands fidgeting in front of her.

You can't help the wide eyed look of surprise you give her, knowing full well what happened the last time you'd brought the deck out with her.

“Could you maybe, I don't know, could you do a reading for me? I think maybe it'll help me explain what I'm seeing. What I think I'm seeing.” A gnawing thought in the back of your mind wants you to tell her to fuck off, that she wasn't going to bait you into another excuse for this town to hate you, but she looks at you with such earnest desperation rounding her eyes that you can't help but feel she was being sincere. She is asking for your help even though you are the last person she’d probably ever turn to if she needed it.

You want to probe her more to understand what she was even talking about, but another rustling of dead leaves catches the air around you, making her jump.

“Whoa! Sorry,” Eddie chuckles when Chrissy bounces off his chest. “Didn't mean to scare you.” He softens after taking in her fully terrified face. “You okay?”

She nods, but then looks back at you. “Y/N?”

“Come by tonight. After the game.”

Chrissy smiles at that, exhaling a breath she had been holding. “Thanks,” she says, sincerely, giving Eddie a smile too before leaving you both alone.

“So that was…weird,” Eddie drawls, watching as Chrissy goes before approaching the table. He shrugs out of his vest and jacket, laying them down on the bench next to your feet. “Didn't know you two were close again.”

“We're not,” you answer slowly, pulling your cigarette from your lips to offer to him. Callused fingers slide against yours as he takes it happily, mouth fitting over the stains from your lipstick. “And what do you mean 'again'?”

“Didn't you two used to be best buds?” His words blow around the cigarette in smoke. You reach out snatching the cigarette back from his lips and putting it between your own, inhaling deep and slow. “You did that whole cheer thing at the talent show,” he looks up from rummaging through his black lunch box to mime pumping pom-poms in the air. You can't help but laugh.

“How do you remember that?”

“Honestly,” he grins at you, nose scrunching up, “I have no idea why I remember it, but I do. It was pretty cool. Can't really imagine you in a cheerleading skirt nowadays.”

“Oh yeah?” you smirk, nudging the skin of his knee that pokes out from his ripped jeans with your boot. “What can you imagine me in then?” You swear his cheeks blush where you can see them through the curtain of hair that hides most of his face while he's still bent over the lunchbox. You inhale on the cigarette again, letting out a snort as you exhale, “Wasn't as cool as you though, was it? Shredding on that old beat up guitar, screaming lyrics absolutely no one could understand.”

“Oh so you remember too?” Eddie raises his brows, smile brimming as he brings the joint he was rolling to his lips. He licks the paper, tongue darting out in a way you can't help but think about as obscene. You lean back on one hand, shrugging as you look away from him, not letting a smile fully form on your lips as you flick cigarette ash away from you both. “You must’ve had a crush on me,” he teases, nose scrunching as his head bends towards you.

“A girl never tells her secrets,” you quip, looking up at the sky, or at least the patches of grey you can see through the tree tops, avoiding his eyes. Your cigarette dangles loosely between the fingers of your right hand. You listen to the way Eddie flicks open his own lighter, foot fidgeting into the leaves next to you. You think you feel him staring at you, but you don't dare take your eyes off of the heavens above you. “Do you think I'm scary?” you ask out of the blue.

“Terrifying,” you can hear the grin in his voice, but when you finally look back towards him, Eddie’s eyes are on you, considering you with sincerity. “Maybe to Jason and those idiots, but,” Eddie pauses, laughing to himself and easing the moment before continuing, “I've seen you crying over that girly book so I know better than to buy into your act.”

“You were sworn to secrecy about that Munson!” You stick your cigarette out at him like a threat.

After your mother’s death, you used to wander around when you weren't ready to go back to your empty house. It was how you found the picnic table, and it quickly became your preferred spot to waste time at. Sometimes you did homework, but more often you just sat and enjoyed the peace. You didn't think anyone else knew about it, convinced yourself it was a secret all of your own, the one place you could go without anyone’s eyes boring holes through you. It was a surprise when Eddie turned up one afternoon. You'd hadn't even noticed him standing there, you were so engrossed in the book you were reading.

“That for O'Donnell's class?”

“Fuck!” you'd yelled, closing the book quickly and wiping at your eyes.

“Whoa, are you crying?” Eddie's mouth had dropped open, the corners of a snarky grin widening to reach his eyes. “Is this proof that Y/N L/N has a heart?”

“Shut up, Munson!” you yelled, embarrassment heating up your cheeks, “Shut up or I'll tell everyone you have tickets to see Kenny Rogers in Indianapolis!”

His eyes had widened, mouth dropping from his enamored smile to a shocked circle. “How the hell do you know about that?!”

“My dad says your uncle is super excited, he won't stop singing the songs during their breaks.”

Standing before you now, Eddie throws his hands up in innocence, joint held between his ringed fingers while he smiles at you incredulously. “I haven't told a soul, sweetheart.”

“Sense and Sensibility is very emotional,” you mumble, sticking the cigarette back between your lips as Eddie lets his hands down, his smile not fading one bit. When he leans in towards you, you could smell the mix of mint and tobacco on his breath. He takes the cigarette from you.

You go to grab it back but Eddie catches your wrist. Grinning down at you, you can feel the pad of his thumb swipe against your pulse before he lets your hand go. For just a beat your heart stammers and the whisper of a desire to lean forward and kiss him strums through you. You shake it off. You know how everyone sees you, even if Eddie doesn't act like it. Until you can escape this town it’s better to keep everyone at arms length, or further.

“For what it's worth, you're not scary either,” you say. You mean for it be teasing, but you say it with all the sincerity you feel. Eddie looks at you with those stupid brown eyes, contemplating you as if you were something wholly new and different from what he'd been looking at before. He takes a few steps back, sticking the newly rolled joint behind his ear, his frizzy hair hiding it. When you push away from the picnic table he holds your half smoked cigarette back at you. Instead of taking it you close the space between you with a large step, coming in so close you can see the faintest hint of stubble along the edge of his jaw. You reach up, and Eddie stares at you unblinking. Your fingers brush against the hair at his temple as you pluck the joint from his ear. A surprised "oh," comes from him, but he doesn't make any motion to stop you. You mock curtsy, "Pleasure doing business." He bows, playing along.

"Hey, um," Eddie calls to your back. "If you're not doing anything tonight while you're waiting for Cunningham, Hellfire is short one member."

Your right foot steps backward to pivot, grounding you as you sway with the offer Eddie's just shouted out. "I'm not really good at games. I can't even get through a round of Monopoly."

"It's not really like that," Eddie quiets, fingers twisting around locks of hair, covering his mouth as you stare at each other. He's so different from the fearless boy standing up on the cafeteria table, mocking the world while simultaneously daring it to taunt him back.

"Maybe," you say having to push the words passed the hard lump in your throat that was begging you to stay quiet, to keep your head down and stay safely hidden away. His smile in response was wide and effusive. You turned, before he could see the smile of your own break through, hard late winter grass crunching under your steps as Eddie shouts the time and place to your retreating back.

[mandiemegatron]

A Lil wip sneak peek 👀

Thank you to @bakafuurever for the motivation to write, thank u bestie you're the best 💖✨️💕

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The first time Laws skin brushed yours, it was like a spark had run through his fingers as he handed you a cup of tea, crawling up his entire arm until the tingles settled at the back of his neck. You didn't notice how the tips of his ears burned, and he breathed a soft sigh of relief when you turned away. He locked himself in his office the rest of that night, his face buried in his hands as an irritated huff left him every once in a while.

Annoying.

The second time, your shoulders had bumped each others as you leaned on the railing up top, enjoying the last few moments of sun shine as it set for the day. He knew you loved sunsets, always finding you watching the sun fall into nothingness every time the sub was ascended and somehow found solace in spending those quiet moments with you.

His heart skipped a beat as you sighed, an almost lost look on your face as the sun finally disappeared beyond the waterline, looking up at him with a small smile. It skipped again as you thanked him for staying; he was unable to return the smile but gave a short nod instead, basking in the grin you gave in turn.

Incredibly annoying.

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Hehe, hope you enjoyed ✨️💖 hoping to finish this tonight and have it posted tomorrow ~

[preciouslandmermaid]

I’m just curious about how people like to read !

[itsgothgirlthyme]

tiny!steve x human!y/n

concept inspired by: @sviolet-sizefeels

5inch tiny!steve (café one shot)

fluff

lil bit of angst

perhaps fearplay?? a little

written 2nd person

be warned not perfect grammar probably lmao.

all lowercase, once i use my computer i’ll capitalize it (different version tho)

based off of plot i’m building for it

word count: 2,500

start:

“harrington, stop,” you muttered as the man was getting out of your purse. almost teetering the bag over so you held it back with your hand.

you’d wanted to get a cup of coffee, and you really just needed a change of scenery. plus have an excuse to not answer the door at home. everyone was worried about steve and even when you insisted he was okay or okay as he could be. everyone. rushed to your door to see him. you didn’t mind seeing them for a couple days but by the end of the week it tired you out.

meanwhile you’d been trying to help steve. being hit with the shrink serum, is what dustin called it, really made life harder for steve.

steve couldn’t help but agree and felt bad that you seemed to be mistrusted. though he never mentioned the latter out loud.

except dustin. you enjoyed his company and so did steve even if he didn’t admit it all the time. plus he didn’t see as unreliable.

you’d made yourself help steve since you two were friends and he even agreed he felt the safest with you.

though right now you were starting to regret taking in the five inch tall man.

“oh my god,” you groaned as you kept your hand beside him. the atrociously pink purse was emptied so you could take steve with you. it just happened to be the most convenient despite his annoyance.

“it’s always dead in here,” steve argued as he placed one of his legs over the zipper.

“no one is goi—,” and just like that he toppled over. falling on top of the beige cushion in your booth with a small thud.

you watched him amused now as he was facing away from you. he swore under his breath which you couldn’t hear, but definitely assumed what it could be. your hand still on the purse wanting to swoop him up instead. your fingers twitched at the thought but you didn’t.

“you okay?” you asked and once he propped himself up he nodded.

his face had flushed red as his attempts left him embarrassing himself, again. though you two had been friends long enough to know you didn’t really care. but you would tease the shit out of him.

relaxing your hand you leaned your arm on the booth. your body turned to him as you leaned over him trying to shield him from anyone’s prying eyes.

it was true though, it was just the coffee shop owner in the place. your favorite café had died down in popularity ever since the mall opened but even when it closed people stopped coming. except you, and the friends you dragged in.

you were watching steve with soft eyes. taking in his hair which was flatter than usual. not kept up as nice without the hair product he swore on his life with. the hands that were used to fight to get you out of bad situations were now about the size of your fingertip. he wore his blue jacket which covered his blue and white shirt. it was matched with a pair of jeans and shoes.

it was what he was wearing that night when he’d gone from almost 6ft to 5 inches in less than a second. it irked you that it was such a sudden event and because of steve’s stupid leadership skills it led to this outcome. you were with him too, you’d let him go ahead of you because he insisted. because steve always came back from everything and—

your name reached your ears as you blinked away teary eyes. that pretty face looked at you with concern. he’d walked closer to you, standing right by your thigh.

“jesus—,” you muttered as you wiped your eyes.

steve patiently waited for you to process whatever you were going through. a pit in his stomach formed that he wasn’t able to put a hand on your shoulder. to give you the hugs that you’d ask for on bad days. protect you from all the bad things but instead he was standing there useless.

“pretty rough week,” you commented once you’d composed yourself.

“you’re telling me,” steve said and leaned his shoulder on your thigh. arms crossed over his chest. the weight he put on you was so light that if you weren’t looking you wouldn’t have paid mind to it. his eyes were fixated on you as he gave you a small smile.

you let out a soft laugh which hit his ears. causing him to smile more because your laugh was just that contagious for him.

the tension easing you looked up at the register to see no one was there. it seemed no one else was in the small building. anyhow you had sat down in the booth farthest back from the entrance which didn’t have a window. hiding just in case.

slowly you put your hand beside steve. his muscles tensed when it was set by his side. everything being big was still overwhelming at times. though as your fingers wrapped his back and your thumb gently placed on his chest he

did relax a little. it had begun to be routine on multiple occasions to swoop him up.

slowly with the small life in your hand you slowly lifted him up. both of you locking eyes as hints of blush remained on his face. his arms wrapped around your thumb for stability. being in the air made his stomach drop but his faith in you helped him overcome the fear. even though it was still in the back of his mind.

then just like that his feet touched the ground again, lightly his shoes tapped the table as you released your hold. the warmth of your fingertips around him disappeared and he felt cold. the thrum of your pulse no longer around him.

he just kept staring at you in awe, like he didn’t believe what he was seeing. you couldn’t help but feel heat rise to your face. you quickly looked away and looked down at your small porcelain plate.

“um, i got a cookie, if you want some,” you broke the silence with your hands on your lap. “before i eat it all,” you added with a smile.

blinking steve turned his eyes over to the plate. still trying to recover from his daze he walked over to the plate which was to the right of you. closer to the wall while on your left there was coffee.

watching him walk off you shifted your attention to the pen and paper in front of you. there were a couple stacked books too. you were trying to figure out what was happening in Hawkins, again.

scribbling down notes from the first night of any weird events happening. to endless possibilities which seemed to give you more of a headache. luckily nothing severe happened, yet. only giving a bruised ego… or smaller ego for steve.

starting to write again you watched steve with a handful of your sugar cookie in hand. you bit the inside of your cheek to resist the laugh bubbling up in your throat. he looked so ridiculous sitting down criss crossed beside the plate. enjoying the sugary treat.

his eyes looked up at you to notice your grin. his brows rose, confused what seemed so funny.

“what?” he asked as he took a bite from his hand.

“nothing,” you lied and shifted your eyes to your paper.

“oh come on,” he said with mouth full of food. “anything i do now is funny,” steve complained

you didn’t comment, pretending to not hear anything. if anything he was cute but you’d always thought that. now your fondness of him happened to multiply.

steve continued to take bites until he was done. you had opened a book which you stuffed with news articles. though you weren’t known to be the smartest of the group. you were just a quick thinker and helped pull together ideas every now and then.

letting out a sigh you ran your fingers through your hair. this was getting old, to not being able to do anything. at least you got to help steve, you thought.

noticing your frustration, steve walked over to your arm that rested on the table. he placed his hands on your forearm which you flinched at. he then leaned over to see the papers scattered across the table.

“nothing?” he asked and you painfully nodded.

this sucked.

steve just stared down at the papers not reading them. the disappointment was clear as a light frown formed on his lips. his brows scrunched down in worry and those puppy dog eyes staring down in defeat. his shoulders had dropped and you wished you could cheer him up.

“hey,” you said softly.

“we’ll figure it out, maybe not us but i mean… we have dustin… uhmmm nancy too,” you offered with a sad smile.

“oh yeah, you saying dustin will fix ‘this’,” he gestured to himself. “really is reassuring,” he said with sarcasm interlaced along with his words.

you cringed at your use of words and couldn’t help but think if you were in the same situation, it would suck for a freshman, a kid, to be your only sense of hope.

“you’re right, sorry,” you apologized with your nose scrunched up.

you then grabbed the mug to the left of you and you took a sip. the coffee had cooled off and now was lukewarm but you didn’t care. you were desperate for caffeine.

“but at least i’m with you,” steve said as you were mid-sip. making you choke on your drink not expecting it. then a coughing fit followed as you turned away from him immediately. banging a fist on your chest as if it would help. it was a sweet comment but it hit you like a truck.

“you okay?” the owner asked and poked his head out.

you nodded as tears formed in your eyes. after a few softer coughs you’d gotten all the coffee through the right pipe. the owner had disappeared when the coughs died down with a shaking head.

turning around to face you was an amused steve. hands on his hips and all the worries he had seemed to dissipate. he had that smug grin on his face.

“oh don’t look at me like that,” you rasped with a flushed face.

“glad to know i still have my charm,” he joked, which earned an eye roll from.

“you’re on thin ice, harrington,” you warned but a faint smile wandered on your face.

“maybe i should drop you off at dustin’s on my way home,” you taunted with the same smile.

steve squinted up at you as you reached your hand over him. grabbing the cookie and pausing when you noticed his face cringing.

“don’t even joke about, it sounds awful,” he shut down your attempt at joking. “he has a cat too,” he shivered in remembrance of the cute feline which could hurt him or worse.

you’d downed on the cookie and started to wipe your hands with a napkin. wiping your face as you looked down at steve.

“mhmm, nancy then?” you continued.

“too awkward,” steve said and looked at you.

“awh, but what happened to your charm?” you teased which he rolled his eyes.

“robin then, or max,” you decided as you placed your napkin on a plate. steve instantly scoffed.

“i feel like you’re trying to get rid of me,” steve said with his arms crossed.

“maybe,” you shrugged, a smile slipping away. “since everyone seems to not trust me,” you added and immediately regretted it.

“what?” steve asked, his hands dropping to his sides.

“umm nevermind,” you shook your head and went through your pockets for change. placing it down on the table and starting to sort your books.

you heard your name and ignored it. damn, you shouldn’t have said anything. the pit in your stomach formed and you voiced your stupid thoughts.

“come on,” steve said as you got up. distancing yourself from him with your purse in hand. you placed it on the table but the man refused to move.

“steve,” you begged.

“just forget it,” you said.

“no, why would you think that?” he asked and your fingers twitched again. you hated you both were so stubborn.

“because,” you sighed and licked your lips. “fuck, because they check in everyday to make sure you’re alive. i get phone calls from nancy constantly. visits from robin and max. like they don’t believe me when i tell them you’re okay,” you explained looking away from him. your eyes focused out at the window with annoyance.

steve spoke your name in a soft tone as your eyes got glassy. it sucked after all these years it seemed like you couldn’t be trusted or maybe it’s the anxiety you had.

“can we just go home?” you begged as you picked the purse up. slipping it up your shoulder and looking down at him. you placed your books under your arm.

not coming up with the right words, steve nodded. walking up to the edge of the table with dread. a sinking feeling in his chest that he hadn’t noticed the way you got quiet or the annoyed tone was because of them. the guilty look in your eyes as they asked subtle questions to steve about his well being.

he felt so stupid.

all of a sudden warm hands wrapped around him as he was lifted into the air. his stomach doing flips because this part never seemed to get easier. even when he was secured in a purse.

one hand on top of the other to ensure security for steve. two digits pressed on the back of his head as a thumb acted as a seatbelt. the light touch was a learning process for both of them. the first couple of days of his state were rough to say the least.

“i’m sorry they made you feel like that,” steve spoke up as he pressed his hands over your thumb. you had brought him up closer to your chest as you backed into the door, swinging it open.

“but, uh, you make me feel safe,” he said to you. your teared up eyes in his view.

“so thanks,” he said with a small smile. unsure if he had said the right thing or not. you paused on the sidewalk as you looked down at him.

“you really do have a charm,” you said with a smile. pressing your thumb gently on the side of his face. a gesture for his kindness as his heart fluttered.

just like that you’d gotten into your car. driven off with steve on your lap. while he planned talking the groups ear off the next time he saw them. watching a horror movie because you insisted you could handle it. you didn’t, but steve was there.

it was a pretty good day since the chaos.

a/n

saw no tiny steve content so you gotta do it yourself lmfao. i’ll try to continue making more !

psst- here is more

[korolrezni-nikolai]

y/n fics are gaslighting. like no, bro, i didn’t do that, but the version you have of me in your head sure did.

[stationwriter]

You get picked up one spring day to help around Lalo and Nacho's house. It's not the most voluntary thing in the world, and you're not the most graceful person either. You make a mess, but in the end, it all works out. Doesn't it?

[bl00dycham0mile]

TW: substances, rough sex.

side note - im not sure if i want to make this a Larry or a y/n genderless one shot/fic hmmm

concept; it's set in the late 70's, you go to a concert to see a show and watch Harry Styles open with his band. He eventually brings you back stage, shares his c0ke and weed with you and you both end up in a sloppy heated makeout session, groping at each other's bodies.

[valiantphantomangel]

Marvel cast × teen reader

Warnings: nothing much just Robert Downey Jr fluff.

Summary:when a casting call for a Marvel movie comes online, you try it out. Never thinking that your dream could come true.

ow you got so lucky, you hat no idea.

It all started with you seeing the casting call to portray Loki's daughter.

Obviously you knew you hat to give it a shot, but never thinking your dream could actually come true.

Giving your best impression of how you would think the god of mischief daughter would behave, you send in your application.

That week was the hardest week of your life, no sleep, and a over active mind which sent you waiting anxiously on there answer.

You were in school when you were called, having some idea of who it might be, you quickly excused yourself to the bathroom.

When you were in the hallway you put in your earphones, calmed yourself and answered it.

"Are we speaking to Y/N L/N"? You heard a familiar voice say.

"Yes"

"Well then I'm Kevin feige and I'm happy to inform you that you have been chosen to portray the character of lady laufingson".

"Wait, wait wait" you almost screamed in the microphone "your exactly serious"?

You heard laughing from several people and a voice saying " I'm dead serious, you have to attitude of Loki and the looks to execute this character with perfection"

You put your hand over you mouth and jumped a few times, Kevin feige just gave you a compliment. Iiiiih.

You walked outside while listening to Kevin (with growing nerves) on when you were flying to Atlanta too meet THE cast and to start shooting as quickly as possible, since there were a lot of things you still needed to learn, the whole cast agreed to help you learn the robes.

On the end of the week you were on flight to Atlanta, it was a 8 hour flight since you came form Holland and your first time flying ever.

Your flight left on 1 am in the night, so when you got there it was 8 hours early since the time difference, but you were already awake for almost 30 hours, because like who would be able to sleep when you know your gonna meet your idols.

Safe to say that even caffeine didn't help any more, you got of the plane and walked directly to the parking lot, where a black rolles royes stood, compleet with non see through glass.

You got in the back seat after putting your suitcase in the trunk and placed you bag beside you.

When you looked up and into the mirror you almost got a heart attack.

There in the two front seat where non other then Robert Downey Jr and Tom Holland them self.

You let out a small scream and sit there in shock, they began laughing and turned around, Robert stook his hand forward "Robert Downey Jr it is a pleasure to meet you" he said.

You shook your head a bit before returning the hand "Y/N L/N the pleasure is all mine".

When you also shook Tom's hand, Robert finally pulled out of the parking lot and drove towards the freeway.

"So how are you doing"? He asked

"Good just really tired" he looked in the mirror "jet lag" you simply answered.

"Oh jay that's right I forget to ask, where are you form they wouldn't answer that question" Tom asked.

"Take a guess"

"Germany"

"Nope"

"France"

"No"

And that went on for a good 5min, but he could guess it.

"Shall I say it, am gonna say it, Holland".

"seriously" he said while laughing

"Yep".

After driving for one hour you finally got enough courage too ask the question that was long on your mind.

"Why did you pick me up, not that I'm ungrateful but I just wanted to know"

It was quiet for a few seconds and you worried if you hat said something wrong, when finally Robert answered.

"We thought that you would be nervous and intimidated if you met us later so we decided to show that were not that scary and just normal people".

You felt touched by the answer and a sign of relief left you lips, all of the sudden you felt the tiredness hit you like a bus and blinked a few times extra.

Robert saw it and looked at you through the mirror "you can go to sleep, i can see that your tired" you didn't argue with it at all and leaned your head against the window, falling asleep before you could say anything more.

Robert POV.

I saw you fall asleep and looked over to Tom "what a sweet kid".

"Yay there so cute" he said with a small smile.

We were quiet for the rest of the ride, not wanting to wake you.

After two hours we finally arrived,when i pulled in the parking lot Evans was already waiting there.

"Need some help"? He said smiling when he saw you sleeping against the window.

"Yes, that would be great, we'll just put her bags in her trailer".

When i opened your side of the door, carefully pulled the seatbelt off of you and stepped aside to let Evans hoisted you out of the car.

We got all stuff form the car and i opened your trailer door, Chris placed you on your bed and pulled the blankets over you.

While the others left, i gave you a small stroke of the head "sleep tight, Y/N" and with that i left your trailer.

Feeling that like he just put his daughter to bed.

A/N: Yes finally got this idea out, it was stuck in my head for so long, but I got.

Hope you enjoyed!!

[moonknightfic]

Trust

Moon Knight (everyone) x Reader (gender-neutral)

Characters: Mr. Knight, Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley, (gender-neutral) Reader

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 722

Content: Brief mention of sex and alcohol, fluff, soft love, kiss

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The curtains in your room allow for a sliver of light to pierce through, peacefully disturbing your eyes. Your eyes flutter open as you sit up to move them away from the beam of light and rub them, opening them again to see him sitting at the foot of your bed, fixing his tie.

“Mr. Knight?”

He pauses and turns towards you. “Good morning. It looks as though you slept well.”

You don't remember a thing from last night, though you recall Moon Knight’s system staying here. Running through the events from the night prior in your mind, you begin to remember...

You started your night with Steven at the movies. You had a lot of fun watching the latest film about tomb-raiding and adventure. After the film, Jake decided it was his turn and took you to his favorite bar. He wasn't too excited to get into a cab that night that he wasn't driving, but he also knew you both needed to stay safe. Jake, and the rest of his system, wouldn't want to hurt you, after all.

‘Okay,’ you think as you set your feet on the floor to start your day. ‘I went to the movies with Steven, got drunk and sang with Jake...’

You seem to remember Marc confessing that he’d been in control since halfway through the cab ride, and you know you recognized the switch when it happened, but you didn't say anything. You knew he would tell you when he was comfortable. You went inside with Marc and, through sloppy kisses and slurred speech, had a rather fun shower with him. “Oh,” you say aloud when you remember, and you blush.

“Hmm?” Mr. Knight turns to face you.

“Oh, uh... Sorry,” you are flustered.

“What is there to be sorry for?” Mr. Knight cocks his head slightly, genuinely confused by your apology.

“It's just that that's not really how I planned on last night going, and I feel kinda bad like I did something wrong.” You look down at your feet, a bit embarrassed as the memories come back to you.

“Darling,” Mr. Knight moves to stand in front of you and holds his hand out to you, inviting you to stand toe-to-toe with him. “Had you done anything wrong, I wouldn't have allowed it. The others trust you, so I trust you.” He gently places his other gloved hand on top of yours and leans in to whisper, “I was watching all night. You are so kind to them, to us. Please don't think otherwise, love.”

You look up at him, directly into the glowing white eyes of his mask. Mr. Knight softens his gaze. He pulls you a little closer.

“You have been nothing but loving. You show us unwavering hospitality and compassion. I cannot thank you enough.”

Your eyes start to water. Of course, you'd never hurt them; of course, you’re so kind to them.

“I mean,” you choke out. “I... I love you.”

Mr. Knight gently lets go of your hand and sighs softly. “You mean you love Steven? Marc?”

“No,” you say. “I love all of you. Including you, Mr. Knight.”

A sharp inhale from Mr. Knight halts the conversation. You can hear your heartbeat and even feel it from the tension. ‘Fuck,’ you think. ‘I fucked up.’

Mr. Knight’s hands tremor ever so slightly as he lifts his mask above his nose. You've seen the body’s whole face so many times, yet seeing the lower half of Mr. Knight’s face fills your stomach with butterflies. ‘He really does trust me,’ you think.

He puts his hands on your waist and pulls you closer, connecting his lips to yours in a gentle, loving kiss. His satin suit comforts your very nerves as you relax into the kiss. His hands move from your waist to your upper back, and he stops kissing you to pull you into a tight and gentle hug.

“Please don't ever leave us,” Mr. Knight whispers.

“I won’t.”

“Promise?” the voice sounded like Steven’s now.

“I promise.”

“Even if I fuck up?” Jake chokes out.

“Even if we both fuck up,” you say.

“I never want to hurt you,” Marc says.

“I know,” you say. “You won’t, I trust you.”

The system, fronting together now, buries the body’s face in your shoulder.

“We trust you too.”

[kin-the-muffin]

you have no idea how happy i am that i finally finished this

ive had this in my drafts for months

i made my own outertale sans

his name is altair

i love him very much

yes the following is entirely self-indulgent

dont judge

You slammed the door shut, locking it behind you as you tossed your backpack onto the couch. You brushed your hands through your hair and fought back tears but to no avail.

“Hey, how’d the first day go?” You heard your roomate, Avery, say from their room.

“Fine,” You called back, quickly retreating to your room so as to avoid more humiliation. You didn’t know your new roomate very well, so you couldn’t trust them to understand. Or at least not make fun of you. The only interactions you’d had with them in the past two weeks of living together was when they invited you to parties or told you it was your week for chores. Eventually, even those conversations ceased. They realized you weren’t a fellow party-goer and figured you had gotten the gist of the housework schedule.

Dropping that train of thought, you picked a book off of your nightstand and lied on your bed. You should have started studying but you really needed to let off some steam after today. Plus you had left your backpack in the front room so you couldn’t risk Avery seeing your tear-stained face and giving you a sympathetic attitude you both knew they didn’t really mean.

Shaking off those depression-accompanied thoughts, you focused on your book.

You were barely through the fifth chapter when you heard Avery shout from the living room.

“I’m going to Lilo’s party. Don’t wait up and don’t wake me up tomorrow.”

You sighed, “Don’t you have exams this week?”

They didn’t hear you, or if they did, they just didn’t care. Not that you had expected them to. The front lock clicked and the door opened.

You were about to return to your book when Avery again interrupted your thoughts.

“Oh, well hello there.” They had put on their flirty voice so you figured it was a monster boy, their current center of attraction.

Whoever he was, he talked a lot quieter than Avery, so you couldn’t make out any specifics of what he was saying.

“Well that depends on who’s looking for ‘em,” you could almost hear them winking at the poor monster.

After a moment of what you assumed was the boy talking, Avery replied, “What’s a fine man like you want with Y/N?” They sounded almost annoyed at what he had said.

You finally put your book down at the mention of your name and sat on your bed, listening.

You could tell that Avery was trying to whisper now, though you doubted anyone else could, as their volume only decreased a little, “I’m plenty friendly, say, here’s an idea: you ditch the wallflower, join me on a short ride, and I’ll take you out for the time of your life.”

You would have been offended, though you still had no idea who in the stars they were talking to.

You guess he finally told them off, as they huffed, mumbled a gruff good-bye and closed the door. All was silent so you could only assume that Avery had left. Without a second thought towards your unstable roommate, you returned to your book.

You nearly dropped it on your face when a knock on your door startled you. The door opened a crack and you warily sat up. The sliver stretched to reveal who it was. Your eyes widened and your face broke out into a smile.

You jumped off of your bed and into Altair’s arms, burying your face into the fluff on his hood. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see his freckles glow a soft blue and you smiled. You’d been dating for at least five months now and he still got flustered whenever you showed affection. Of which you had a lot for him.

If it wasn’t obvious enough, you were overjoyed that he was here. You hadn’t seen him since you left home to head to college three weeks ago.

“Wait, what are you doing here?” you pulled your face out and looked at him questioningly.

Then he made that face at you. The one that said that he was amused by your antics. He grinned slightly, one eyebrow raised, and a light glow exuded from his freckles. What did you do that’s so funny??

“Today is the thirteenth, isn’t it..?” He asked.

“What? No, it’s the twe-“ you stopped and thought. Your eyes went wide.

He laughed, “But we talked about today yesterday.”

“Was that yesterday?”

“Yes,” he chuckled.

“I am so sorry! I didn’t- okay, I kind of did forget, but I didn’t mean to!! My plan was that class would end and I would pick you up at the train station and take you to the beach, but things got so hectic and class was awful and-“ Stop talking, dangit.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he interrupted the word-vomit, took your face in his hands, and looked in your eyes. “I get it. I’m here, aren’t I? I got here alright. I’m just glad I had your apartment address. Everything’s okay.”

“But you were-“

“Nope.” He put a finger over your mouth. “We’re not doing that today. I heard mention of a beach, is what we’re doing today?” He grinned.

“Uhhh, did you say that?” That was supposed to be a surprise! Why did you say that??

“I believe you did, actually.” He booped your nose and leaned back against the door frame.

“Uh- well- I, um-“ Oh, screw it. You sighed, “That was supposed to be a surprise…”

“Pfft, just because I know it’s a beach, doesn’t mean I can’t be surprised, right?” He offered a hand for you to take.

You put yours in his and your fingers folded together. Closing your eyes, you drifted toward him and put your cheek against his chest. You just stood there for a few minutes, you listening to the barely-discernible sound of his soul pulsing inside his ribcage, him putting his other arm around you and waiting.

Once your thoughts stopped racing around each other, you sighed and opened your eyes.

“We should probably go now if we don’t want to miss the sunset. I still can’t believe you haven’t seen it yet.” You said.

“What are you talking about? The first month back on Earth, I watched it every morning.”

“Only from your house. You haven’t seen it,” you insisted as you leaned away from his peaceful aura, “Not really. Not yet.” A smile creeped out and you tapped between his eyes.

“Alright, you’ve convinced me.” He raised his hands in surrender, “Show me what I’ve missed, Nine.” He grinned right back at you.

Taking his hand, you led him outside and into the passenger seat of my car. You climbed into the driver’s seat and switched the car on.

As you pulled out of the parking lot, you remembered something, “That reminds me, how is your driving going?” Since monsters had returned to Earth, those who wanted to drive had to take a nine-week course. There was a lot of annoyance at the length once monsters realized that the courses for humans were much shorter, but there wasn’t much anyone could do. Even though monsters have been living on Earth for quite a while now, there’s still a lot of mistrust towards them. Most of it unwarranted, in your opinion. But anyways, Altair was currently in the driving hours phase.

“Ugh, don’t remind me.” Altair grumbled.

“Whoa, that bad?” That surprised me, since you had met Altair, he had been really optimistic about everything, curious and excited by many new things here. He never grumbled about anything. Scratch that, he only grumbles about politics, though you can’t say you blame him for that.

“It’s been a month since class finished and I only have two hours in.”

“Oof, I didn’t know you hated driving so much.”

“Eh, that’s on me. You would if I texted more often.”

“Hey, I’m the one with bad communication skills here.”

He smirked at you, “Okay, okay, I’m bad at texting and you’re bad at communicating your feelings.”

“Wha- I- that’s a low blow, dude,” you stammered.

“You didn’t deny it.”

“Denying it! You are dead wrong, handsome.”

He pretended to be thinking for a moment, “Hmm, no, that’s impossible. I am an astronomer and a marine biologist! Scientists are never wrong.”

“Ah, ah, ah! You are a marine biologist-in-training. Don’t think you can pull the wool over my eyes so easily.” Smirking, you looked at him out of the corner of your eye for a moment.

“Hmph…at least I’m still an astronomer and that has to count for something, right?”

“Weeeellll… Technically, your degree doesn’t count for much until the curriculums from Starter University are approved.”

He mock-gasped in horror, “You would doubt the scientific prowess that is Professor Willhem Kansay?! He is a modern genius and an awesome entrepreneur. I am offended that you would suggest anything that would downplay his scientific achievements.”

You chuckled. It was mean of you to go after his old school but he acted really cute and funny when he was defending something against the attacks of others.

“Professor Kansay is a modern genius.”

“You already said that, Altair,” you said with a smile.

“Only because it’s true,” he huffed.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. Kansay is pretty cool.”

“Thank you.”

“Hey, look at that.” You decided to change the subject. “We’re here! And we have yet to miss the sunset. Yes! Would you mind helping me with the stuff in the back?” You parked the car and turned it off.

“No problem.”

He climbed out and walked to the back of the car. You popped the trunk and he started to unload the trunk. You hopped out and joined him.

“Whoa, dude! Chill!” You tried to hold back your laughter. Altair was trying his best to pile all of your stuff on his back, “We don’t even need all this!” You pulled things off of him and packed it back into your car.

“What? Then why’s it here?”

“Because I’m bad at cleaning my car, okay? C’mon.” You swung a backpack over your shoulder, shut the trunk, and locked the car.

“Hey-! What do I carry?” He called over to you.

“Well, if you wanna help so bad,” you reached into the backpack, yanked out a blanket, and tossed it at him, “then here.” You laughed a little, as your aim had gone right past his open hands and straight at his face, covering his head. You walked back to him and lifted the edge of the blanket. “You okay in there?”

He chuckled lightly, his freckles glowing brightly, “I’m fine. Uh, oh.”

“What is it?”

“It’s getting dark,” He pointed up at the sky, which, true to his word, was dimming to deeper shades of blue.

“Oh, no!” You grabbed his hand and pulled him along behind you as you quickly ran across the parking lot, through the tall grass, and up a large hill.

“Wait-“ He panted, “Where are we- Can’t we just-“

“Ack, sorry, Altair, but we can’t miss this. Just a little more!”

You jogged up the hill, which was starting to feel more like a mountain, just based off of the ache in your legs. And as you ran, the sky only darkened further.

“No, please.”

You finally reached the top but to my dismay, the sun had disappeared and stars were beginning to appear. A whisper of the beautiful streaks of orange and pink and blue faded away with the light of the sun. Clouds slowly moved over the scene, further dampening the colors.

You dropped your backpack on the sand with a soft thump. You pressed your lips together in an attempt to not shout your frustration at the world and stared at the sand. Behind you, Altair panted as he finally caught up to you. When did you lose him?

He crouched next to you, breathing heavily for a few moments before standing up. He gasped softly and whispered your name in disbelief.

You sighed heavily, defeated. “I’m so sorry, Altair. I got you all excited and we got here too late and it was all my fault.” You had let your own crap get in the way of picking him up from the train station so he had to find his own ride to your apartment; you were clingy and too excited to see him so you left late; you were distracted by your conversation in the car so you missed that turn; and you were messing around too much at the car. If you had just stayed focused instead of being selfish with Altair then he could’ve-

“Wait- what?” Altair turned towards you. “You mean this wasn’t what you-? Oh, come on.”

Your gaze lifted as he pulled your face in his hands to meet his gaze. A determined expression sat on his face. Brows softly pressed together with a concerned frown and a light blush. You felt your soul flutter, as his blue-and-purple eyes now contained a galaxy’s worth of sparkles and stars in them, which were only made more mesmerizing by the look of warm adoration. You felt your own cheeks warm.

He sighed, his expression softening, “I know what you’re thinking. You’re rationalizing that very irrational line of thought.”

You looked down, not sure you deserved someone so amazing looking at you like that.

He tilted his head to meet your line of sight. “I wish you wouldn’t. It’s not fair to you.” When you shifted your look away again, he sighed and straightened. “You should know by now that I really like you. We wouldn’t be dating if I didn’t.”

“You don’t.” You whispered, “You just haven’t realized it yet.”

“Hey, now that’s definitely not fair. To you or to me. For one, you planned this whole outing so I could see something amazing.” His expression softened.

“But you didn’t even get to see the sunset…and it was my fault.”

“You know what? You’re right. I didn’t get to see the sunset, and not because of you. But because I’m here now, I got to see this.” Altair shifted a hand behind your back and turned you to face the sea.

You let out a small gasp and your eyes widened.

Flying high above the ocean floated a host of wispy cirrus clouds. You could hardly even see the horizon, there were so many. They were beautiful in and of themselves but what really took your breath away were the colors. Each cloud had the luminous coloring of a rainbow. Every color you could think of was being showcased in the skies. They almost seemed to glow.

“How- what- when-?” You stammered, completely dumbfounded by the sight.

“Yes, it’s been there almost since we got here,” Altair answered, knowing perfectly what you had been trying to communicate.

For some reason, you started crying. Maybe it was the stress of the past few weeks finally coming down. Maybe you were just a big softie and the clouds got to you. Heck, maybe it was just hormones, you sure couldn’t tell.

Without a word, Altair enveloped you in a hug, radiating safety and comfort. You wrapped your arms around his neck and put your face in his hood again. You knew this couldn’t last forever so after a few minutes in his embrace, you dropped your arms and he copied your movement. Instead he took both of your hands in his and just looked at them. He glanced back up at you, his brows scrunched in frustration.

“What?” You asked.

After a moment of hesitation, he replied softly, “How do you not see how amazing you are?”

The warmth returned to your face, “I-I’m really not that great. Nowhere near perfect.”

“When did I ask for perfection? So what if you have flaws? Everyone has them. And I happen to quite like yours.”

You weren’t sure your face could be any redder. “You don’t really like me. I’m just so charismatic that I tricked you into thinking you do,” You joked pathetically.

“You’re right.”

You looked up at him in surprise. His look was tender and his freckles glowed.

“I don’t like you.” Your heart almost broke. “I love you.”

Before you could think anything, he closed the gap between the two of you and kissed you. Your eyes were wide for a moment before you melted into his embrace and you put your arms back around his neck, answering him. The kiss was tender and sweet, in it you could feel how much Altair adored you. You felt the struggles he had gone through and realized how completely he understood your own. You also felt his happiness. His love. It was no shock for a lot of it to be saved for his brother and friends, but you were surprised to find that a large portion of his soul was cordoned off for one person. You.

Somewhere in the background, someone was setting off fireworks on the beach but their loud explosions took nothing from the moment. Their brilliant lights burned behind your eyelids, creating incomprehensible images and shapes. For some reason, you found yourself comparing each one to Altair.

Surprised at yourself, you broke away without thinking. Altair’s expression was full of light but you could see the thin layer of hesitation at you pulling away.

“S-sorry, I just need a moment to think,” You quickly explained.

He nodded and took a step back, though you felt your heart stretch towards him in longing.

Ignoring your inward pleading, for the moment, you turned back to the beach and sat on the sand. You heard Altair plop down a few feet behind you. You let yourself enjoy the beauty of the scene in front of you, but just for a minute, as Altair was waiting for a response. You knew how patient he was but you thought it wasn’t fair to keep him in suspense.

After revelling in the night sky, you turned your thoughts back to what had just happened. You raised a trembling hand to your lips, which were buzzing softly from the sensation. You put your hand down and sifted them through the sand, returning your thoughts to the important subject.

I love you.

You couldn’t believe he had said that. You didn’t doubt it for a second, first because he was no liar and second, because you had felt the truth of his words in his kiss. Still, you were surprised at his feelings for you. You had convinced yourself that your relationship would never grow into anything else, maybe that it would even end and you would part as friends. You hadn’t dared hope against it until now. You looked into your soul and imagined everything you two had gone through together in the relatively short time you’d known each other. You peered into lots of memories, or more specifically, your feelings in each memory. It only took a moment for you to realize what you felt.

You took a deep breath then turned around to face him. He had been looking at you with anxiety but when he noticed you moving, he put on a calm face. Your brows furrowed softly at that. You made a note to bring it up later.

You looked into his eyes, but found his gaze too penetrating and instead locked onto his hands which were folded neatly in his lap. As smooth as his facade was, you could see his foot bouncing nervously. You decided to start out easy.

“H-how long-?” You gestured from him to you, hoping he would understand.

Altair laughed once then put on a thoughtful expression. He thought for a moment then replied, “Not very long.” You waited for him to elaborate. “I-I suppose that’s an understatement. It kinda just hit me like the Core, only just now I guess. But I should’ve noticed before. N-Not that what I feel for you is insignificant, in any way, I feel very strongly for you! Wait, that sounds like I’m pressuring you- I will accept whatever your feelings are for me, even if they are non-existent, which they probably are. Oh stars, why did I even do that?” He mumbled that last part to himself and his calm exterior crumbled. Hunching over, he put his face in his hands.

Suddenly you could see his anxiety, clear as day and just as overwhelming as your own. You couldn’t help it, you panicked.

You rushed forward and put your arms around his shoulders. You squeezed for a moment then let off a little. Under your breath, you whispered, “I love you too.”

You pulled back, smiling a bit at his wide eyes, and kissed him.

thanks for reading (if anyone made it this far, yes i realize how cringy this is)!

hope you enjoyed!

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why does tumblr p much only have self insert fics do yall need hugs??????

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𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬, 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 | toji fushiguro

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Your ex-husband bringing the kids over for trick-or-treating is one thing; him wanting to spend the night at your place is another. But it's just for the night. There's no way one night can rekindle some old feelings...right?

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: ex-husband! Toji x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - the reader is around their mid-30s - Tsumiki (age 11) and Megumi (age 9) - mutual pining - kissing/makeout sessions - unprotected sex - Daddy kink - breast sucking + nipple play - fingering (f! receiving) - oral (f! receiving) - spooning + mating press - cervix fucking - breeding kink - praise - clitoral play (pressing and grinding) - pet names (baby, good girl, mama, princess, sweetie, sweet thing) - you and Toji have been divorced for five years - cameos: Gojo, Utahime and Mei Mei - mention of drool/spit and tears - humor bc I'm [not] funny.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 7.6k (....dawg.)

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: happy Halloween, everyone!! so, randomly missed writing ex-husband! toji bc it's lowkey my favorite, soooo yeah, this is what we're doing to celebrate the end of the month! anywho, happy October, beautiful ppl, and tysm for reading my works!! Alsooo, ty for 2.8k!!!

“Trick-or-treat!!”

“Gasp—Oh my goodness!” 

“We came to celebrate Halloween! Also, Megumi forgot his toothbrush here again.”

Opening your door to children at the sunset of Halloween day isn’t out of the ordinary or anything special. However, it’s always a pleasant surprise when it’s two kids you hold dear to your heart. You greet them with a hug, two siblings you know too well to say you’re acquainted with. If anything, you’re practically family. 

The raven-haired brother, referred to as Megumi, speaks up. “It’s not my fault! Dad was rushing me last time.”

“Because you had to bring your stuffed animals last time, holding us back for your baseball practice.” Tsumiki, the older sister, snapped back. The two argue amongst themselves in front of you as you try to mediate. It’s no avail until another voice comes to the fray.

“All right, chill out, you two.” The voice belonged to the person approaching the porch stairs, your eyesight capturing the familiar figure walking up with two duffle bags. The one standing tall before you was the father of the children, Toji Fushiguro. Who’s also known as your one and only former husband. “Get inside and finish y’r homework, or else we’re goin’ back home.” 

The siblings stop bickering and head inside, taking off their shoes at the foyer and walking upstairs. Now that they’re gone, you turn to the man with the jet-black hair, his viridian orbs focused on you. The weather was chilly, so the man wore his usual dark denim jacket over his plain black sweatshirt, matching his jeans. “You look good, big guy. What’s in the bags?”

He greets you with a curled lip, and the scar on the side of his lip lifts. “Picked them up from their after-school sports, so it’s their sports gear and costumes for tonight. Mind helpin’ me here?” 

“Hmmm,” you merge your facial expressions to that of faux pondering, turning your back to Toji. “Nah, can’t. Got dinner to finish making.”

“Hmph, should’ve known.” He makes his way through between you and the front door. “Wouldn’t wanna break your pretty nails carrying heavy shit, huh, princess?” 

You glare at him using the nickname, hating his patronizing gaze. “From what I remembered, you would never let me carry the heavy stuff because you thought I was too fragile and easy to break. So how about that, Mr. Knight in Shining Armor?”

“Really? I don’t remember sayin’ all that before. You must’ve put me in a spell.” 

“Probably, I’ve been told I’m quite cute~.”

“Mmm, nah, more like an old hag of a witch.” Toji barks a laugh at your offended reaction, and he immediately ducks and heads for the stairs when you throw a sandal at him.

“At the very least, say I’m a cute witch, fucker.” You say the final word under your breath, grabbing the sandal you threw and heading back to the kitchen.

To say you and Toji were acquainted with one another would be the biggest understatement of the century. The two of you met a decade ago, fell madly in love, and married within a year of the relationship. When you tied the knot, Tsumiki had to have been two years old, and Megumi just turned one year old. You two had been together for four years after that, and you could confidently say those were one of [if not THE] best years of your life. You often second-guessed yourself being in a relationship with someone who had children, fearing that they wouldn’t like you or ignore you.

However, those worries were blown right away as the days went by. Every time you spent time with the children brought you three closer than ever; it was to the point that they saw you as their mother. How sweet! And there’s no denying that Toji loved you. The man would break someone’s nose for you  — yes, it happened before, and it wasn’t pretty — for you were his sweet little thing that kept him going.  

Well, if it was so great, why the divorce? Let’s just say you weren’t Toji’s first love. That title would have to be awarded to the Megumi’s mother. Even in her unfortunate passing, you can tell that Toji loved that woman like no other. It didn’t make you jealous or anything, seeing the man you love still mourn for a dead woman. Hell, you’d probably do the same if you were him. But, you can’t lie; it felt like you were cast over a “shadow” when it came to her influence. It was damn near suffocating to bear, especially in those four years of marriage. So, for your sake and his aching heart, you pulled him aside and suggested a divorce. And Toji didn’t fight you on the proposition, signing the papers and setting you free from the thick air.

Although things ended between you two, that didn’t mean things stopped being what they were. If anything, it was as if nothing happened at all. Even if you still don’t live under the same roof, you still make time to hang with the Fushiguros, whether invited to some occasion or exchange phone calls or texts to check up on them. Even now, five years after your separation, it warms your heart knowing that you get to interact with the people you care about. 

There are moments you find yourself missing living under the same roof with all three of them and living alone can be pretty lonely. But all in all, as long as they’re comfortable and trust you enough to be around, there’s no need to change things up again. Like right now — the four of you sit at the dinner table eating before the kids go off trick-or-treating.

“Are you going to trick-or-treat with us, Y/n?” The brown-haired child sitting next to you asks while finishing up her dinner. 

“Sorry, not this time, gotta be at a Zoom meeting for my job in a few minutes. But I do have someone else to take my place. Gojo will be here at around—Why are you two making that face?” You stop mid-sentence to notice Megumi and Toji at the other side of the table, displaying disgusted facial expressions at the mention of the white-haired other’s name.

“Why him?” They said in unison.

“Why not??” You question their irritation.

“He’s so annoying…” Again, in unison. Proof enough that they’re father and son.

You sigh as you get up to take your plate to the sink. “Oh, come on, you two, it’s not like he’ll be with you guys the entire night. He has a party at a friend’s he’s going to later.” 

“Isn’t he too old to trick-or-treat?” Tsumiki questions, noting that Gojo is way past his undergraduate years. 

“He is, but whatever gets that prick any free sweets,” Toji answers his daughter before getting up to put his dish in the sink. 

You exit the kitchen, head into the living room, and sit on the couch. The laptop you had placed there was ready to open and unlock, and you clicked on applications and windows to look through before your meeting started in the next three to two minutes. He should be here about—

DING-DONG!!

Now.

Right on cue, you motion for Toji to grab the front door, and he follows your command. “Kids, Gojo’s here!” You shout out to the two kids who still sit at the table. “When you’re done eating, you can go upstairs and put your costumes on. But whoever finishes last has to do the dishes.” You can hear commotion from the table as the brunette rushes to put her dish in the sink and dash for the stairs. Megumi groans to himself; you giggle when you hear him mutter an “Aww man…”

You pull out your headphones to connect to your laptop, put them in their respective ears, and prepare yourself for the meeting. Ignoring the faint passive-aggressive tones of your ex-husband when greeting Gojo at the door…

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Your eyes flutter open, noticing the lighting change around the living room. The orange sunlight no longer decorated the space, substituted with the gradual darkness that overtakes you. The only source of light you can figure out is the flashing from the television screen.

Aside from the TV, there are no other signs of life. There aren’t any signs of Tsumiki or Megumi around playing or causing a raucous. It could only mean the two are still trick-or-treating with Gojo. 

One blink, two blinks. I must’ve fallen asleep after the meeting… You hum while sinking to the couch, burying your face into the pillow. 

But…since when did your pillow act like it was breathing with a heartbeat? And…I smelt that cologne before…How?

“Ya awake now?”

You raise your head, realizing you are not lying on your couch. Technically, you were; however, you were lying on something else on the furniture with you – more like someone. 

It’s then you realize that you were lying on Toji during your entire slumber, him leaning on the end of the couch, one leg spread to make room for you to sleep on him while you sit on the other. And you can guess that you had your head on his chest, snuggling up to his warm figure. He looks at you with his green eyes now darkened by the room, yet you can see their glow from the television light. And that small smile he gives you, the scar on the right side of his lip lifted upward. The familiar butterflies in your stomach flutter like before. Like old times sake…That must be embarrassing, huh?

You frantically try to get off of him, “Sorry about that, I thought—“

“No, no,” Toji places a stern hand on your back, keeping you from moving further. “You were comfortable.” 

You stare at him for a few seconds until your face contours to a look, and a smile starts to creep up while you situate yourself back to your original position, pressing your face back on his chest to listen to the beats of his heart again. “I recall having this couch all to myself not too long ago, so where’d you come from?”

“Well, I wanted to watch some sports highlights, but I figured you’d kick my ass if I pulled you off and had you sleep on the floor instead.” With the click of your tongue, he chortles. You bet your ass I would. “So, I decided to have ya sleep on me while I watch TV.”

“What’s wrong with the other side of the couch? It’s quite vacant and enough for a big guy like you.” 

“True,” his hand rubs circles on your back, an old habit he did when he used to have you like this. “But then I’d be lonely.” 

You titter. “That’s big for someone who said he thrives on being alone.”

“I thrive being alone when I’m working.” You’re glad he can’t see your eyes roll; he’d probably grab you by the cheeks like a child. “Besides, why would I wanna be alone when I have you for myself.”

And there it is, your cheeks begin to warm up. Or was it because you’re so close to him that his heat is transferring to you? That’s probably it, yeah. Let’s change the subject…”How long was I out for? I remember the kids left around 7:30-ish.”

“Mmm, it’s going to eleven right now.”

Three and a half hours? Damn. “It’s past their bedtime.”

Toji scoffs. The abrupt motion of his chest rising is satisfying in a way that makes you even more comfortable. “You still think they’re gonna sleep with all that sweet shit they got?” He snickers some more as you shake your head.

“They know better. When you guys get home, be sure to put their candy bags on the top shelf of the closet for the morning.” 

“Still traumatized from that one time?” 

“Uhhh, yes??” The memory flashes to you for a quick moment, but the dread from before still haunts you. Megumi was six years old and Tsumiki seven, returning home from trick-or-treating and immediately tasting their labor from that night. However, what you didn’t expect was for them both to eat almost half their bags. Let’s just say, thanks to their sugar rushes, they didn’t drop dead until the hour hand touched two of the morning. “Unless it’s the weekend, never again.”

The way the older man chuckles is so therapeutic — it nearly makes you want to fall asleep again. “You weren’t the one chasin' Megumi all over the place tryin' to get him to sleep. Little squirt gets his speed from me.”

“Awww, poor you~” You can sense the glare as you respond in a condescending, sing-song tune. “You and him are always butting heads. Like father, like son.”

“Tch, hate that sayin’ so fuckin’ much.”

“Why? ‘Because it’s true?”

“Shut up.” The hand he used to rest his head comes down to pinch your nose. You wriggle out of his hold with giggles, but he happily keeps you grounded to him with his stronghold and a leg wrapped around to prevent yours from moving. “He only listens to you. Such a sweet lil’ baby to you, huh? Puttin’ my own son against me.”

More giggles prompt out of tiny guilt, and you bring up a hand to rub on his chest. “He’s such a bright boy now. Growing up so big and fast.”

“Miki, too. That girl is way too smart fr' me to catch up. And she’s becoming so kind and strong, crazy to think she made me play teacups when she could barely go down the stairs by herself.” Toji hums, the vibrations felt on the pads of your fingers. “Think she gets that from you.” 

You shook your head. “They’re your babies. They do amazing things because they have a big guy like you to catch them if they ever fall.”

“Hmm, fair…But let’s not pretend I’m the best dad in the world. Fuck, never in my life did I think I’d be a dad, especially with two kids. I didn’t know shit back then — still! I still don’t know shit.” You don’t say anything, just listening to him voice his thoughts to you. Because he knows you’d listen – you always do. “If you weren’t there for them, I don’t think they’d be shining like this. Y’re definitely the thing that brought us up together. They look up to you so much. Ya did so well with them.”

Nodding aimlessly, his black sweatshirt grazing on your cheek. “Thank you. Same to you. Didn’t do so bad yourself, big guy.”

“Mmm.”

Nothing is said between you two after that. The only thing that makes noise is the voices coming from the television. The volume lowered, an initiative you could guess from Toji wanting you to get some rest. The silence was too awkward that it might torture some, but it was fine where it was. There was no need to change it, especially when you were comfortable in each other’s embrace.

That is, until Toji asks, “Do you miss it?” The rubs on your back go slower, his fingertips drawing a ticklish sensation.

“Of course I do. All the time.” You answer honestly, turning your head to rest your chin on him. Your eyes glimpse directly at his, giving him a tiny grin. “Why ask? I know the kids miss me being around; what about you? Miss me nagging and putting you to work all the time?”

He sneers at your comment. “Every day.”

It was such a simple answer, yet it had the power to wipe that smirk right off your face. Your eyes locked in his sight, and your heart tuning to an irregular rhythm. Oh, come on, Y/n, get a grip! “Ahem—Toji, I hope you know that I never stopped missing everything we had — I never will. Those years that we shared were probably the best I’ve had. We had happy moments, others sad, of course. But, God, do I miss it all. I miss it so much. I miss having you guys here. Miki and Gumi and—“

“Me?” Good Lord, if this man doesn’t stop looking at you with those goddamn eyes of his, such captivating orbs that say more than he lets on. Your breath hitches, and so does the hand on your back. “Hmm? Ya miss me, baby?”

Oh, for fuck’s sake. Why’d you have to call me that? And it gets worse when he places his free hand on your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin while the forefinger teases the lobe and tragus of your ear. Goddammnit…

“...Yes,” your voice was down a whisper, which could easily be mistaken with the television. But you know Toji heard you, loud and clear. “Especially you, Toji.” You said it. The words that he wanted to hear from you. They felt so forbidden to say, yet it was the truth. You avert your gaze away from him. But you knew that wouldn’t work, not right now. Toji taps your cheek with his thumb, and your eyes sheepishly return to his.

He doesn’t say anything, and that makes your heart beat at an unbearable rate. It’s all you can hear when you stare into his deep emerald eyes, the sound of it ringing your eardrums as if you could puke. Your throat running dry, so you gulp to ease the uncomfortable bob. If something could just happen to end this anxious torture, that would be great. 

And then your prayers get answered: something does happen. Toji slowly brings his face closer to yours — your body goes rigid, and you instantly face away before the inevitable happens. No, I didn’t mean that!

“Aht aht, don’t do that, baby.” His hand slithers from your cheek to your chin, forcing you to face straight at him. “Lemme see you.”

“Toji, wait,” your voice travels out in a shaky breath. “We shouldn’t be doing this. We can’t cross this line anymore.”

He listens to your pleas, but his body does otherwise. Placing a gentle kiss on your forehead while the hand on your back snakes downward. “Why not?” His gruff voice dialed down to a whisper.

“Because—Mmmm…” Toji interrupts you by licking the helix of your ear. Oh, you slick bastard. “We’re supposed to be done…” 

“That’s not stoppin’ me from takin’ care of my sweet thing.” Jesus Christ, you almost melted from the way he whispered that to your ear. He’s pulling out all the same old tricks, and it gets more hellish by the second as you try not to give in. “So, y're gonna let me take care of you like I always do, right, mama?”

Both his hands now rest on your ass, groping it while your hips sway as if they have a mind of their own. The leg between yours comes up slightly, making you ride on it. The heat on your cheeks has already blossomed to your ears, making it hard to think straight. Gripping his sweatshirt, your hips ride his thigh to ease the throbbing sensation that grows with every motion. Good God, you shouldn’t be doing this. You know you shouldn’t be doing this. However, it’s been so long that you felt wanted like this — wanted by him. It’s all the same – his voice, his hands, his words, his body, and the names he calls – yet here you are turning into putty. 

“Haaahh, Mmmfff…Toji, please,” Toji withdraws his face from your shoulder, leaving him to examine your expression. You must look so dumb right now, with your hooded eyes and shivering lips. But, at this point, do you even care? “Please…Treat me right.”

One moment, you see his gaze narrow with a devious glint. Next, you’re taken aback when Toji slams his lips on yours, kissing and sucking your bottom lip until you give him access. With a moan, you open your mouth for him and sink deeper into the kiss. Your hands come around his neck, keeping him focused on you and you alone. Not that he would have it any other way.

His strong hands continue to knead your asscheeks while you hump and grind on his thigh. Nibbling on your lip, you whimper helplessly for him. It strokes his ego, knowing he’s making you like this, the fucking bastard. He takes in your tiny cries happily, shoving his tongue to play with yours. You give in to him, almost losing your balance riding his thigh, yet Toji’s lips never leave yours.

You break the kiss to get an imperative breath, panting loudly and sweetly for him as Toji kisses and licks your ear. The sounds make your lower region twitch. “Hnnmm, fuck…That’s my girl. So fuckin’ good fr’ me always, Y/n…” You can feel him slide a hand up to the hem of your leggings, forcing it inside for his thick fingers to brush up on the bare flesh of your butt. You gasp sharply. Him squeezing your butt has you biting down on his sweatshirt. “—Hahhh, Oh God, Toji,” With every squeeze, he inches closer to your panty-covered chasm, where you know he’d find a damp spot. Please touch me. Please, please, plea—

CLACK-CLINK!!

The two of you are frozen stiff when you hear the sound of the door opening and closing, the foyer lights turned on. “Alright~, we got you guys home. See ya later!” That was Gojo’s voice, indicating everyone was finally back from trick-or-treating. This means that Tsumiki and Megumi are about to see you on top of their father, his hand in your leggings and smacking lips with yours. Your eyes shoot wide with horror — immediately remove yourself from Toji and stand up from the couch to pull your bottoms up. You barely had the chance to peek at Toji because the kids already run to the living room to find you two.

“Y/n, Y/n, look!” The brunette was the first to greet you with her adorable pink Barbie cowgirl costume. She and her brother, dressed as Sasuke Uchiha, cheerfully showcased their pillowcases full of candy. “Look at all this candy we got!”

“Wooow, you guys really went on a haul,” you can only hope they can’t see you sweating bullets through your fake reaction. “Wh–Where’s Gojo?” 

“He dropped us off here a few seconds ago and left for the party,” The raven-haired boy answered while scanning his pillowcase.

You only nod along until you frantically wipe your mouth, realizing the tiny trail of spit from the corner of your mouth. “Umm—Ahem, well then, I’m glad you two got all that candy. Now, let’s hurry up and get you guys home so you can get ready for school tomorrow!” 

But the children didn’t move an inch. Actually, they looked like they were going to tell you something. You lift a brow. Oh no, they’re going to look at each other. They looked at each other and then glanced back at you. Oh, God, no. “Uhhh, Y/n, we were thinking.” Big sister Tsumiki is always the one who asks the following question. “Can we stay over?”

You inhale a massive breath, yet you do your best not to exhale a heavy sigh. “Kids, you promised to keep the overnight stays to three at max per month. This will be the fifth!” 

“Yeah, but it’s dark out. Plus, it’s way past our bedtime.” The younger chimes in with a tiny pout. “We’ll be asleep by the time Dad gets us home.”

And here comes Tsumiki with the tag-team response to add on. “And that means he’ll have to make continuous trips back and forth from the car. Picking me and Megumi up, getting our bookbags, the bags full of candy, the whole thing! We already packed up our PJs just in case.” 

You stood there staring at the two in astonishment. There’s no way they thoroughly planned this out. There’s just no way… And to make it worse, they were making valid arguments. You open your mouth to say something, but the two give the best puppy eyes they can. The wave of guilt hits like a train, internally cringing. You turn to Toji, who still sits on the couch, and the motherfucker only gives you a shrug. Wow, what a helpful father he is.

You groan into your hands, shaking your head while looking at the kids who wait for your verdict. “…Alright, you can stay as long as you PROMISE to put those candy bags in my bedroom closet. Deal?” The happy smiles and aggressive head shakes should answer your question. “Good, now go ahead and take your showers before you head for bed.” They rushed to the stairs by the time you finished that sentence, so enthusiastic about staying the night at your house, and you can’t help but smile hearing their footsteps run up the stairs. 

With that being said, you turn to the older man again. Your brows are trenched down, but your smile is still present. “So, you legit just sat there and let those two tag-team me like that? In my own house?”

Another shrug with a dumb smirk on his handsome face. “Told you: too smart fr’ me to catch up.” You shake your head before exiting to get the kids and guest rooms ready, leaving him with the television. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

The midnight hour has finally danced its way into the darkness of the night. Halloween is finally over, and the month of October is no more. The pitter-patter sound of the rain cleanses the neighborhood of its merits and festivities that partook hours ago, ready for a new phase of the year to take over.

After having the guest room ready with sheets and sleepwear for Toji and kissing the kids goodnight, you rinse your stress off with a nice shower and put on your pajamas to get ready for bed. After you turn the lights off, you drape the comforter over your figure as your body sinks with the cozy sheets and pillowcase. Your eyes close while focusing on the curtains of your window, the only light piercing inside being the lampposts by the street. 

…Well, at least that’s what’s supposed to happen. But that’s not the case because you’re not the only one lying comfortably on your mattress. Instead, Toji is here with you, in your room, on your bed, his chest to your back, and his hand roaming inside your oversized shirt. Your lips are now connected with his, sharing your erotic moans with his enticing groans, and you get a little louder as his fingers cup and play with your breast.

“Mmphh…Ahhhh, I thought I told you you’re sleeping in the guest room—Nmmff!” He tweezes your nipple with his forefinger and thumb roughly.  

“And I thought you’d be smart enough to know that wasn’t gonna happen.” Toji kisses the crook of your neck, drawing near your ear for him to whisper. “Besides, look at you. Still sleepin’ with no underwear on?”

“Hmph, only when I have a man around the house.” That answer got you another rough tweak on your nip and a purposeful gnaw to your ear. You knew he’d react like that, never liking the mention of another man leaving your mouth – especially during an intimate time like this.

“That so? What man you know that can handle all this?” Toji then moves from his side to be between your legs, pulling up your shirt to fully expose your chest. And your breathe hitches while his free hand travels down your abdomen to your bottoms.

“Ahhhh, no one. Just you...” You look at him with half-lidded eyes, taking in his reaction to what you said. The salacious grin on his face becoming broader should entail that he greatly loved that retort.

He brings his face to your other unattended nipple, “Good answer, princess.” The nub of your breast enters his mouth, and the wet warmth of his tongue greets it with lapped motions and grazes from his teeth. Despite that, it doesn’t distract you from the fact your bottoms are pulled down with ease and are thrown to the bedroom floor, leaving your cunt out for him, your erotic fluids seeping and glistening from the outside lights. 

Toji plays with your folds until he can stuff his pointer finger into your chasm, the insertion resulting in your body’s jolt. It’s been a long while since you had his thick digit inside you, playing and scraping the inner walls to evoke whimpers. God, it felt so good, this satisfying feeling returning to awaken your body to his touch. He interacts with your body as if he’s the only person who knows how to get you going – and it’s the truth. No one can put you in a blissful haze quicker than this man. And you’d prefer to keep it that way. 

The addition of his middle finger into your leaky entrance startles you, the thick digit making its way in with such vigor that he uses both fingers to scrape the velvety texture of your walls. Your eyes are now screwed shut at the growing commotion between your thighs, and the heat within your body flourishing all around gets to your head. “—Khmm, Oh fuuck, Toji. Please, don’t stop.” 

With a soft ‘pop’ noise from his lips, Toji replies to your demands. “I’m sorry, what’s my name again?” You giggle with trenched brows. Of course, how could I forget?

“Nmmph, D-Daddy, pleaseee, I’m so clo—Ahhhann!!” He puts his thumb to your clit, grinding down on it unexpectedly. “I wanna cum, pleaseee…”

“Hmmm, good girl,” he teased, laying down kisses, nibbling on the skin of your stomach and inner thighs until he arrives at your leaking slit. Your body jerks up from the bed when you feel the cold, wet muscle slowly lick on your clitoris before ravaging your folds. The sounds of his mouth on your cunt are so lewd to the ear, slurping noises from his lips with the lapping motions of his tongue claiming your come are too much for you. And when he uses his hand to swipe and pinch your clit? Oh, it’s a wrap. Your release comes out without control, biting down on your bottom lip to make sure your cries don’t leave this space for the kids to hear. Their room is on the other side down the hall; tonight isn’t the night for too many risks.

When your trembling body calms down and subsides, Toji withdraws his face from between your thighs. Your essence paints his mouth, and he wipes his chin clean while licking the remnants that coat his scarred lips. “Hmph, missed tastin’ you like that.” You open your eyes when your high finally evades you, watching your ex-husband pull down his sweats. His erection springs out and hits his stomach, your mind going rampant with thoughts as you ogle at his freed limb. Shit, it’s been so long. Will that shit even fit me again?

“Don’t think it’ll fit, baby?” Damn him, he loves teasing you. Toji then discards his black wife-beater, at long last revealing his well-built, brawny physique that has you drooling for him. He uses his hands to maneuver your legs—your knees pushed to your chest as your legs propped up on his shoulders. A position you’re all too familiar with. Your eyes don’t leave Toji’s cock as he aligns his cock to your slick-coated folds. “Take some breaths fr’ me, sweetie. Can’t take care of you when you’re all tense.”

You take up on his advice and begin taking deep breaths, reminding yourself to maintain the steady pattern as he pushes the tip of his dick between the lips of your cunt. Every inhale is where he nudges into the hole of your inner cavern, and every exhale gives you time to breathe out the pain that comes in for a split second. This carries on until the cockhead wedges itself perfectly into your vagina, along with the inches of his girth that stretches until the base kisses your lips, the tip of him kissing your cervix. Tears swell up in your eyes, taking more deep breaths to prepare yourself for what’s about to come. 

“Oooh fuuuck…Heh, yeah, that’s my baby right there. Fittin’ so perfect fr’ me, mama…” He puts his weight on you, keeping your figure unmoving under his bow. 

“Nmmmf, Daddyyy,” you’re forced to take in all of him, and drool trails down your lips with no hope of taking care of it. “…I’m so full, you’re too much…”

“I know, sweetie, I know.” He wipes your spit after kissing your forehead. How gentle compared to what you’re about to go through. “Gonna move now.” His thrusts start slow for the two of you to adjust to each other; the feeling of his length’s veins coming in and out of your chasm is so euphoric, and the kisses to your cervix want your body to writhe and squirm. But you’re bent into this position for a reason: forced to submit to him no matter what. So you do just that.

Yet your horny haze gets more potent once he picks up the pace, rutting into you with increased speed. Your slit, still sensitive from earlier, gets overstimulated with the constant grazes on your gummy walls and jabs to your tender cervix. It takes everything in your power not to come so early.

“—Hahhhh, Nmmph. Oh, shit, shit, shit…” Toji groans above you, the thrusts of his pelvis increase to an irregular rhythm, grinding deep into your cunt to the point of uncontrollable babbles escaping your lips. His bullying on your insides results in you gripping his length hard, causing the older man to hiss and moan at your contractions. “—Ohhhfuuuckk!! Jesus Christ, baby. Y’re gonna make me go crazy.” 

As if that wasn’t already happening now that he pistons his cock into your wetness, your brain turning into mush from the onslaught of ruts to your puffy wet chasm. Tears stream down your face, and more drool follows down with more precise hits to your delicate canal. The pounding in your head makes it hard to think of anything else, the squelching noises and paps of Toji’s balls hitting your cunt making it worse. 

“D-Daddyyy, I’m—Ohoooo!! Oh, Jesus, ohhhshit!” You can’t formulate a proper sentence, too engulfed with the electrifying sensations coursing through your body. 

“Damn, you feel too fucking good—Hnngh!!” Toji places his forehead on yours, resting his entire weight on you while his hips have a mind of their own. “‘Bout to make me knock you up…”

Oh, good Lord. The mere thought of having a child is the last thing that should be on your mind. But in a time like this, who in their right mind would be thinking straight? “Nnnfff! Oh God, pleaseee, fill me up, Daddyy!” Green eyes narrow with trenched brows. “—Pleasepleasepleaseee!! I want you to fill me up so bad, I want it, I want—Hyaaaaa!!” 

How can he deny your desperate, teary pleas when you’re urging him on like this? “Heh, you’re so fuckin’ sexy, mama.” Toji captures your lips with his, your mewls taken by him as you sink further into your pleasurable thrill.

Sporadic thrusts of his pelvis produce more raunchy noises in the joining of your sexes, his heavy balls smacking on your cunt as he drives the base of his cock straight into you. Your slit is now a puffy mess, come and slick form a soapy mess that Toji now harbors a milky ring around his girth. A few rushed, sloppy thrusts heighten your high once more, and then Toji presses his pelvis down to the hilt on one final, harsh thrust, unloading his seed into your aching folds. And your climax follows in a few seconds, the walls of your cunt fluttering on his pulsating dick as your essence soaks him. Your muffled shrieks are received by him, quivering under him until the aftershocks wash through your body. 

Once you two breathe at a steady tempo and the nerves of your sweaty bodies fall still, the kiss is broken with heavy pants and a string of spit that links you two together. Toji buries his face between your neck and shoulder, licking and kissing your skin as you’re allowed time to experience your clarity.

“Hmmm…You know I’m not done yet, princess.” Toji mumbles to your ear before stationing your legs off his shoulders for them to rest.

“Yeah, I know, big guy.” You tease him with a breathless laugh, kissing him on the temple. “Always wanting more…”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“…So, you’re telling me you had your ex-husband spend the night? Not just the kids?”

“Yup, that’s what happened.” 

This morning was different from your usual routine – well, you can’t say it’s different if you have done it before, huh? After five years of divorce, you thought you’d be so used to waking up and getting ready for work without worrying about others. However, this morning proves otherwise.

It felt natural walking into the kids’ room and lightly shaking them awake, telling them to get ready while you whip up something quick for them to eat as Toji showers (using your bathroom, by the way). Watching the kids run down the stairs and eat breakfast puts a smile on your face, reminiscing about the good old days when they were younger and teenier. It sometimes feels surreal doing the same thing for them now that they’re getting older and taller. But seeing them bicker and interact with each other in your presence never fails to warm your heart.

When Toji’s finished freshening up and loading his kids’ stuff in his truck, it’s time to bid them farewell for their departure for school. You give them final touch-ups on their hair and outfits, reminding them to be safe and not get into trouble (especially Megumi, now that the boy’s been getting into fights). And before they rush to the car, you hug them and give each a kiss on the cheek. Here is where the warm feeling inside your heart begins to deteriorate, not wanting to let them go. Yet, for their sake – and education – you release them and hope for the best.

The last to leave was Toji, who came from the kitchen to the front door with a paper plate wrapped in foil in one hand. His name is written boldly by a black Sharpie. “This fr' me?” 

“No, it’s for Shiu Kong, for dealing with you all the time.” You stick your tongue out at Toji as he glares at you, not even moving out of the way while he exits through the door. “You better eat that when you get to work, you have a terrible habit of skipping lunch.” 

“Whatever ya say, mom.” He pesters you with the title, knowing you’re technically not a mother anymore. Yet it only makes you smile knowing he notices your maternal side. 

“Don’t forget to text me when Tsumiki’s soccer game is next week.” You watch him go down the porch stairs. 

“Will do.”He whistles. 

“And Toji?”

The man stops walking to turn to you, his forest green eyes fixed on you so quickly that you almost forget what you want to say. Or what you wanted to do. You place your fingers on your lips and blow a kiss with an outward gesture. It was an old habit you did whenever he left, something you can’t seem to get out of practice with. It’s embroidered in your mind at this point. 

And when he catches the kiss with his free hand and places it on his chest, it makes your heart skip a beat. Toji grins, “I’ll be damned if that was fr' Shiu, too.”

You snicker with a shaken head. “Drive safe, Toji.” Closing the front door, you stand there for a while. Your smile doesn’t falter; it gets bigger as you replay the moment instead. Thinking about him, hearing him, seeing him, it all drives you crazy. And that’s a good thing…right?

“I don’t know, sounds like you still kinda care about the guy.” 

“Of course I do,” So here you are, sitting in your living room enjoying the rays of the sunset decorating the space, in a video call with your best friends, Utahime and Mei Mei. You reply to the former’s comment. “Just because I don’t have the ring on my finger doesn’t mean I shouldn’t care about him. I mean, he’s the father of two lovely children.”

“Shoot, you’re better than me, then.” The dark-haired woman admits. “But you’re kinda proving my point, Y/n. Even when you don’t have the ring on, you two act like the same old couple, and it’s definitely not just for the kids’ sake. Let’s be real here.” 

You try to interject, but the pale-blue-haired other, Mei Mei, intervenes, “I agree. It’s one thing if you let the children stay over, but he also wanted to spend the night. Sure, he could’ve been tired from driving all day and such. However, if you’re still seeing a man for the last five years – while legally unbound – and he says he wants to spend the night under your roof, which is rare, that should ring some bells at least.”

“I know, it did…” you nod along with what your friend is saying, throwing your head back with a heavy sigh. “But it’s not like he’s never spent the night here before, nor is he banished from stepping inside.” 

“Oh? Then why is this time different from the others?”

Utahime jumps in after Mei Mei’s chirp. “Yeah, you’re telling us about all these nostalgic lovey-dovey feelings as if you’re falling in love with him all over again. What, did you two have sex or something?” 

An open mouth, yet no words come out, leaving you in a predicament. You could’ve just lied or swerved the subject to something else. But you didn’t. And the two women on the screen lift their brows with hooded eyes, a look meaning a thousand words. You couldn’t even explain yourself either because a sudden knock on your door captured the attention of all three of you. 

You stand up and walk towards the door, your friends still on call on the phone at hand. Opening the door, you’re almost stunned to see in front of you. Tsumiki and Megumi with nervous smiles, and their father at the car collecting the same duffles bags from last night. You’re kidding.

“Hey, kids.” The two of them gulped from not calling them by their names. You bring up the phone to face the screen to them. “Say hello to Auntie Mei Mei and Utahime.” The women on the line smile and wave at the children, who sheepishly wave back.

“Hi, aunties.” Megumi greets them, and then his eyes drift back to you. “So, Y/n—“

“What did you forget this time?” Straight to the point, no room for excuses.

“It was Miki this time! She forgot her soccer cleats.” The older sibling gawks at her younger brother for calling her out.

“Tsumiki, I know you have cleats at home.”

“I do, but these are special! You bought them for my birthday, and I’ve been wearing them to every game ever since! So, I was scared when I couldn’t find them at home.” The brunette was quick to defend her stand. “Also, Dad doesn’t feel like driving up here and then back. So…can we…”

You close your eyes and bring the phone to your face to shield your vexation. Twice in a row, the sixth time this month. You can hear the giggles of your friends from the other side of the phone, adding more fuel to the fire. You don’t look up until you hear heavy footsteps on the porch, seeing Toji holding both duffle bags with a hand and shoulder. He stares at you as you stare at him, a silent conversation on how to handle this situation. And when he shrugs with lifted brows, you realize it’s no use and release the long-awaited sigh.

“….If I see one more thing being left behind here, you guys can’t come back till December, understand?” It wasn’t anything serious, but enough for the kids to know you weren’t joking. They nod their heads in unison while you roll your eyes. “Okay, get in here.” They rushed inside with gleeful laughs, the shuffling of their backpacks following along with them. Your eyes then drift to Toji as he walks up to you. “Did you forget something here, too?”

“Yeah,” you lift a brow when he drops Megumi’s bag to the floor. Before you can register his hand on your chin, you squeak when he brings his lips to yours. It lasted for seconds, but the kiss was sweet and tender, sucking on your lip before letting go with a playful bite. “Meant to give you that when you woke up. Thanks fr' the food, mama.” 

Toji picks the bag up and walks inside your home to put the bags in the rooms, leaving you standing on the porch with an astounded expression. You couldn’t appropriately calibrate your thoughts until you heard faint laughs from the phone. Then, you realize your best friends witnessed the entire scene that transpired. 

Utahime, with the slyest leer, was the first to say something. “Oh yeah, he laid that pipe on you good, without a doubt.”

“Mhmm,” Mei Mei agrees with a chuckle. “And I'm guessing he’s gonna do it again tonight. Isn’t that right, Y/n?”

You end the video call with a heated face. “Sh-Shut your damn mouths!!” Again, you groan into your hands before returning inside. Thank God I still have those birth control pills...

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