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no1frogfan · 8 months

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Impending, part 3

Matsukawa Issei x afab reader

Word count: ~3.4k

Tags & warnings: SMUT-MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT. Fingering, oral sex (f receiving), p in v. There is cum. Pubes exist in this world. A little angst, pining, guilt, and desperation (my four favorite flavors).

Note: Finally finished this mini-series. The word counts have grown too much each time, but what can I say? — I want him emotionally, spiritually, biblically.

part 1 | part 2

You can’t stay in bed forever.

Probably.

Not unless you can convince Hiro to bring you something for dinner, but that’s never going to happen.

A particularly angry gurgle from your stomach makes you roll out of bed and pick your way to the kitchen. The tackiness of your skin is proof you made the right choice to sleep the day away. Summers are always stifling, and the humidity lingers even after the sun has set, preventing the air from dropping to comfortable temperatures.

A cool gust from the fridge provides a welcome relief, though it’s unfortunate the shelves are empty. That’s the worst part of being at home — the isolation. The trees and hills are beautiful, even the warbling of the birds at 4am is nice, but grocery stores and restaurants are few and far between. You could walk to the ancient ramen place a few streets down, or the sukiyaki place a few streets up, but neither sound at all appealing in this heat.

“Did mom and dad leave us anything for dinner?” You shout toward the open basement door.

No answer.

“I know you can hear me.”

You can’t see the middle finger Makki holds up. “I’m getting pizza later.”

“Can we order now? I’m starving,” you pad downstairs with a whine.

Sprawled on the couch, Hiro is sporadically illuminated by some anime show on tv. While you don’t recognize it, you can at least pick out the white-haired guy Hiro likes landing a couple of (over)dramatic punches on a black-haired guy.

“How are you even hungry? You’ve just been sleeping all day.”

Your brother doesn’t take his eyes off the tv where the black-haired one finally managed to dodge, and now the white-haired one is strategizing (at length) about his next move.

“You’re one to talk! As if you’ve mov-”

“I’m hungry too,” a deep baritone chimes in seemingly from below you.

You leap back with a yelp, squinting into the darkness at your feet. Out of the shadows, Issei’s form slowly takes shape. Honestly, you’re shocked you didn’t step on him.

“That’s not what you said 5 minutes ago,” Makki grumbles, but picks up his phone to place the order.

Issei shrugs, reaching his arm out toward you.

You dodge beyond his fingertips and beat a hasty retreat back up the stairs, calling out over your shoulder, “order me a Hawaiian pizza.”

“No way in hell. That’s disgusting.”

Fake retching sounds follow you to the top.

The cold spray of the shower is calming, necessary even, to wash the stickiness from your skin and quiet your frazzled nerves.

That happened almost a week ago, and seeing him in your house every day has only made things more fraught. While you haven’t exactly been avoiding Issei, you haven’t tried to talk to him either. For your brother’s sake you should probably make clear that it was a mistake; one that will never happen again. You could blame it on the beer or the weed, but the truth is, Issei plagues your thoughts even while sober — his breath hot on your neck, fingertips digging into the fat of your hips, the utter fullness when he pushed into you.

Before that night, the image of him as a gawky preteen was all your mind could conjure up. But now… Your fingers aren’t enough to relieve the pressure anymore.

Your encounter unleashed some latent magnetic field, prickling your senses and hopelessly drawing you toward him at every turn. You welcome his attention more than you care to admit, so, unsurprisingly, it’s been hard not to make it weird, and harder not to second-guess every single interaction these days. Since when did he know your favorite snacks? Did he used to stare at you so much? Had he always been this touchy?

Or is he just hoping for a repeat of the other night?

The possibility stirs up both anxiety and relief. Except for the teeny, tiny detail of being your little brother’s best friend — you know, the one person outside of family that Hiro places 100% of his trust in — Issei would top your list of fuck buddies (and if you’re honest, maybe even more than that).

What’s been most confusing is that Issei doesn’t seem bothered, and you’re not sure why that irritates you so much. He’s never seemed like the kind of guy who would treat you like a notch in his bedpost, but then again, best friend’s sibling is a perennially popular porn trope for a reason. Surely he’s not immune.

None of that really matters though. Hiro’s been acting strange lately, like he knows something’s up. Half the time, he books it out of a room as soon as you walk in. God knows how he’d react if he found out what happened. Issei said he wouldn’t care, but how true is that? You try to imagine how you’d feel if one of your friends told you they’d slept with Hiro, and you can’t help but be…one, grossed out because you really don’t want to think about it. And two, well…protective, angry maybe. He might be an ass, but he’s still your brother, and you’d never do anything to actually hurt him.

A knock breaks into your anxious musings.

It’s then you notice you’re standing vacantly in the middle of your room. Somehow, you’d finished showering and walked back while lost in thought.

“Go away!”

Hiro is the last person you want to talk to right now; especially not before you can get your thoughts under control.

Footsteps shuffle away, but instead of the telltale creak of the stairs, they pause, then turn back toward the door.

The door jiggles and clicks open.

“What part of-”

Except it’s not Hiro. It’s Issei.

His audacity dumbfounds you, but only for a second.

“The hell?! Get out!”

Hesitation flickers across his face but he takes a step forward.

“Can we talk?”

“NO.” You wrap the towel tighter around yourself.

When he doesn’t move, you reiterate the point by whirling on your heels and stomping toward the dresser. The underwear drawer suddenly captures your full attention, and you rummage through it with single-minded focus.

The door shuts behind you with another click, and you let out a shaky breath.

The relief is short-lived.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” Goosebumps break out all over your skin at his words.

“That’s not true.”

The lavender scent of your shampoo tickles his nose. With you faced resolutely away, he steps closer and allows his eyes to sweep over the droplets gleaming across your shoulders.

“No?”

His lips brush against the base of your neck, and whatever retort you had fizzles on your tongue.

“Issei,” you whimper, “you said you wanted to talk.”

You lean back into his touch and feel him grin against the juncture of your neck. His hands, big and warm and firm, slide up under the towel to knead at your soft thighs, rapidly emptying your brain.

He gives you a gentle nudge toward the bed.

“I don’t think we should do this,” you protest, but your lack of conviction is apparent in how eagerly you obey, practically tripping over yourself to perch on the edge of the mattress.

He raises one thick eyebrow. “Why?”

“Hiro’s going to find out.”

Issei unbuttons his shirt with unhurried movements, unveiling the smooth musculature of his chest. Its slopes and dips are made more dramatic thanks to the yellow-orange light of the single desk lamp. You swallow thickly, eyes drawn to the sharp cut of his collarbones and the faded scar on his right hip.

“Makki knows. He doesn’t care.”

His shorts and underwear quickly land in a pile on the floor.

Even in the harsh light, his dick is nothing short of mouth-watering. A pretty flush tip sits enticingly over its thick, veiny length. Coarse hairs curl tightly at the base, trimmed short to reveal more of him.

He kneels and shuffles forward to tug the towel from your clutch, uttering an appreciative groan before he tosses it aside.

“Fuck, just look at you.”

Your objections devolve into gasping moans when he pushes you back to lay open-mouthed kisses across your collarbones and down your chest, sluggishly mouthing over your hips, down the tops of your legs and back up, licking a stripe along the tender skin of your inner thigh as he splays your legs up and out. He dives in to suck on your clit and you almost choke.

Your entire body tenses with pleasure when he starts to lap at you. But it’s the way he meets your gaze with hooded eyes — intoxicated from a single taste — that kickstarts the last ounce of resistance left in your body.

“Issei, if you- fuck that’s ahhh- you’re just looking to get your dick wet…”

That stills his tongue. Even though you’re the one protesting, you can’t help but whine now that he’s actually stopped.

“That’s not…” He frowns, a mixture of your juices and his saliva glistening on his chin. In one fluid motion, Issei slides you off the bed and onto his lap. A shudder runs through him when his erection glides against your folds, though it doesn’t distract him.

“Is that what you think this is?”

You’re not sure what answer he’s looking for, so you stay silent, head turned to avoid his eyes.

He scrutinizes you for what seems like an age. How could you not know? All the times he’s tried to impress you? All the things he’s done in the hopes you’ll notice him? All the years he’s trailed behind you — to your house, to university, and even to Sendai?

“Do you remember when your parents made you start watching us after school?”

Your face scrunches in confusion at the change in topic, but he’s insistent.

“Do you remember? Right after you started high school?”

“Ok…yeah,” you indulge, “I remember. I’d just joined photography club and had to quit like a month later. I was pissed — they’d never cared about leaving us home alone before so I didn’t understand why I had to babysit you guys.”

“They didn’t actually care. I made up some lie — I don’t even remember what it was now — to convince my parents we needed a sitter. I figured they’d make you do it, and they did.”

You look up in confusion. Is he…blushing?

“And in eighth grade, when I needed help with math… I actually bombed my tests on purpose for a month because I knew my parents would ask you.”

Wait… “Was that what your fights were about?”

Hiro and Issei were thick as thieves, the only exceptions being in your first and last years of high school. Their fights got heated too, though neither ever told you what set them off, no matter how many times you tried to pry it out of them. The second time, Issei didn’t come over for almost a month afterward (you remember because you had to go to his house to tutor him) but things always eventually went back to normal.

Issei huffs a soft chuckle. “Yeah, Makki figured it out.”

“Figured what out?”

“It’s not obvious?” Issei drops his head onto your shoulder with something between a groan and a laugh. “I liked you. A lot. I still do.”

He admits it so casually, like he’s commenting on the weather. Like he and Hiro haven’t kept this secret for over a decade. Like it’s hardly a confession at all.

For once, you’re the one struggling to keep up.

“Wait…you like me?”

You feel a muffled snort. “That’s literally what I’ve been saying this whole time.”

“And Hiro’s…not mad? But he’s been acting so weird lately,” you point out.

“Oh that. He keeps trying to ‘give us space’ or something. I told him to cool it.”

“Oh.” Huh. Maybe it was obvious. You were just too worried about Hiro to notice that every time he flew out of a room with some flimsy excuse, you were left alone with Issei. Issei, who you like more than you expected. Who’s had a crush on you for more than a decade. Whose lap you’re currently nestled in, naked.

“Does that mean we can…” You shift, jerking when your clit catches his spongy tip.

He laughs, grinding his hips up to meet you.

“We sure can.”

You’re still wet, really wet, you’re reminded when your pussy glides against him, and getting more aroused by the second as Issei stares, mesmerized by the slick trail you leave along the length of his cock.

His hands slide down to give your ass an excited squeeze before lifting you up onto the edge of the bed.

Dextrous fingers part your puffy lips as he rests his cheek against your thigh, giving him the perfect view of your dripping cunt. He thumbs lightly at your clit and heaves a sigh of contentment when your hips buck in response.

“Didn’t get to enjoy this last time.”

You bite back a moan when he slides one long finger into you. It reaches deep, and you squirm in encouragement when he sinks a second one in. He works them nimbly, curling and scissoring them while rolling your clit, breaking you down into a whiny mess in seconds, until you’re dripping down his wrists and onto the sheets.

You’re so distracted by his fingers that you don’t notice him dive in, just feel his lips wrap around your clit with a slurp. He licks and sucks at you eagerly, and you can only gasp and writhe, trying to steady yourself with a fist in his soft wavy hair. The walls echo with your cries mingled with Issei’s enthusiastic groans and the wet suction of your cunt around his fingers.

It catches you by surprise when you cum, cresting fast and hard, pulling your body taut and whiting out your vision. Before you realize it, you’re already quaking with aftershocks, trying to twist away from the overwhelming sensation of him licking and suckling dreamily as you come down.

When he finally pulls his fingers out, he makes a show of sucking them clean, stroking himself as he smirks up at you.

He pushes himself up off the floor and god, fuck. He’s irresistible, his cock bobbing heavily between his legs as he gets on his hands and knees above you.

Issei leans down, humming happily when he wraps his mouth around your right nipple. He massages your chest with one hand and grips his cock with the other to smear his tip along your sopping pussy.

It feels good, but you squirm and push at his shoulders. “Want you in my mouth,” you beg.

He placates you with a hungry kiss. “Next time, ok? Next time. I can barely- I don’t think I can last long,” he admits wryly, “but next time we’ll do anything you want.”

Your eyelids flutter shut in anticipation when he lines himself up.

He pushes in slowly, first the fat mushroom tip, then the whole thick length of him, rocking himself in, out, in, inch by inch until he’s pressed flush against you. Issei groans when your face contorts with pleasure. The stretch is incredible. He stuffs you so full, finally hitting that place you’ve been unable to reach.

He takes things slow. Too slow. He wasn’t able to savor you before, but he’s not about to make the same mistake again. His long, languid strokes are just enough to have you grinding against him in frustration with every thrust.

“Let me enjoy this for a minute,” he rasps.

His hands trail restlessly across your body, caressing and squeezing every inch of skin he can reach. He kisses his way down your neck to roll his tongue around your nipple, biting and sucking one before moving to the other, and back again.

After what feels like hours, your patience finally gives out.

You smack him hard on the ass. “Issei! Fuck me already.”

That jolts his hips into action. The length of his body is laid on top of you, pinning your legs up against your shoulders as he pistons into you with surprising force. Wet slaps alternate with the loud squeak of the mattress.

You begin to quiver, your whole body shaking as the heat builds in your core. He reaches deep, so so deep, making you wail every time he bumps your clit and his cock hits that perfect spot inside of you over and over again.

“Ohhh- fuck, Issei please I’m-”

He barely has time to blink before you’re falling apart at the seams again. Wave after blinding wave of ecstasy crash over you, relentless.

Your pussy clenches hard, gripping his cock so firmly he can barely move. Not a second later, he pulls out with a shout. Through hazy eyes, you see his mouth drop open. He fists his cock only once before his body stiffens, convulsing as jets of hot cum shoot out to land on your cheeks, shoulders, chest, stomach, dribbling out to coat your pubes, before finally leaving him twitching.

The room fills with hoarse pants.

You laugh weakly at the mess. “Wow, you came a lot.”

“I think I almost blacked out,” he croaks.

With great effort, he pushes himself off the bed and returns with the box of tissues from your desk. He cleans you up with care, just like last time.

“I wanted to last longer,” he mumbles, pressing a sheepish kiss to your sternum before collapsing on you, pinning you down with his weight.

It does something funny to your heart to witness him like this, so different from his usual confidence.

“Next time,” you assure him.

“Next time?” He looks up, almost reverent.

“Yeah.” You smile and brush the damp curls away from his eyes.

Next time. He breaks out in an obnoxious grin. There’s going to be a next time. And if there’s a next time, there might be a time after that.

“You won’t even need to introduce me to your parents.”

You snort. “Ok, pump the brakes.”

When you finally make your way back to the kitchen (with Issei practically holding you up as you wobbled), you find one Hawaiian pizza and two-thirds of a pepperoni pizza sitting on the counter.

Issei loads up a plate for you both before heading down to the basement. You grab some cold beers and follow suit, pausing in the doorway to take a few calming breaths.

You don’t hear any yelling or scuffling — a positive sign. Hopefully, that means Hiro isn’t too angry.

You take one wary step, then another.

When you reach the bottom, your eyes hesitantly find Hiro’s. There’s an uneasy moment when he frowns at you from where he’s seated on the floor before he gives you a curt nod. It’s stiff, but definitely not angry, not even upset.

Your shoulders untense.

Issei waves you over to the couch where he settles you securely in his lap, his arms encircling your waist. You cast another wary glance at Hiro who just rolls his eyes.

“Glad you’re finally done ‘getting some water,’” Makki snipes. “I’ve been waiting forever to start the next episode.”

“I’m definitely not thirsty anymore if you know what I mean.” Mattsun wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

Hiro’s face twists, revolted. “Ugh- I- ugh god, I don’t want to think about-” he sputters. His eyes flick to where Issei’s hands grope at your thighs and ass. “Whoa, ok rule number one: not when I’m right here. And rule number two-” there’s an uncomfortable pause before he mutters, “keep it down next time.”

Mattsun’s not at all chagrined. In fact, he puffs out his chest proudly.

You, on the other hand, shrink in absolutely mortification. Right when Issei opens his mouth to make another (probably vulgar) retort, you shove a slice of pizza in…with a little more force than you intended.

He chokes in surprise and your brother lets out a mean snicker. “Perfect timing! Serves you right.”

You expect him to continue bickering with Hiro, but Issei instead flashes you a dopey grin. “Thank you baby,” he says sweetly, muffled though it is by a mouthful of food.

The gleeful smirk drops right off Makki’s face and he whirls back toward the tv with a loud gag.

“You’re welcome,” you giggle. Your brain’s still playing catch-up with everything that’s happened today, but you think you like where this is heading.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu smut #matsukawa issei #matsukawa x reader #matsukawa smut #hq x reader #froggy scribbles

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punsmaster69 · 3 months

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5/FEB/20XX

"HERE YOU ARE, FLOWERY."

chocolate chips were mixed into the batter per his request, and it's decorated neatly with whipped cream and some fruit.

papyrus delicately set the plate of pancakes in front of flowey with a flourish of his hand and a bow.

"BEAUTIFULLY ARRANGED, PREPARED, AND PRESENTED BY YOURS TRULY!"

my brother never expects a thank you from him, but i notice flowey open his mouth for a second before changing his mind.

apparently motivated by "the prospect of an extra-sugary breakfast" according to toriel, flowey decided to stay the night rather than going home yesterday.

he's surprisingly quiet.

was complaining about a neck pain from sleeping funny and the only comment flowey had was

"You're just old."

"yeah."

after eating, he's gonna go hang out with papyrus. they're already discussing puzzles.

..well. 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘺𝘳𝘶𝘴 is discussing, flowey is listening. (probably.)

i think frisk's coming over to bug me, judging by the poorly typed texts about some difficult level in a game.

——

they flopped over defeatedly.

"Saansss hellppp meee."

"you're giving up, huh?"

"Wh-"

that snapped something in them. fire returned to their eyes, bolting upright and re-grabbing the controller.

"No way!"

"that's the spirit. get back in there and die a hundred more times."

shushing motion.

"hey, i'll have hope. i believe in you."

putting my hand on their shoulder.

"you'll probably only die around eighty times."

sticking their tongue out at me and shrugging my hand off their shoulder, frisk focused once again.

——

so.

the hard part? they got past it, but...

are now immediately stuck on a different part.

papyrus came clamoring back into the house with flowey in his arms, grabbed something from his room, and was gone in a flash.

giving frisk a quick pat on the head, i rose from the couch and stepped into the backyard to see what the other two were doing.

"YOU COULDN'T JUST WALK?"

"uses magic."

"....FAIR POINT."

"what're you up to?"

"Updating this board game to have more traps and puzzles."

"and you're outside because...?"

"FLOWERY WANTED TO BE IN THE SUN!"

"gotta photosynthesize? i get it."

"I am NOT photosynthesizing!"

"hey, i'm not judging."

"I'm not!"

"like i said, no judgement."

"Ironically."

a gentle breeze blew through. i stopped to take in the nice weather.

"it 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀 feel pretty good."

"i'm bringing frisk out."

stepping back into the doorway of the house. i watched the tv screen and waited until they died again to speak.

"y'know."

a shout of surprise from frisk before they whipped around to face me.

"on days like these..."

"kids like you should definitely be outside enjoying the sun."

"c'mon."

frisk looked between the tv screen, me, and the window. they resigned with a sigh and turned the game off.

"I'll beat it some other time."

one last time, i stepped into the backyard. running, frisk appeared from around the side of the house a moment later.

——

wanting to do something more physically intensive than sit around and make puzzles for a board game, frisk invited undyne and monster kid over to play kickball.

they've only popped one ball thus far, so they're doing well.

i think papyrus'll join them before long.

——

a stray kick sent a ball flying at my skull, so papyrus now has me in a

"BOX OF BROTHERLY PROTECTION!"

of bones under the shade of a tree.

flowey would be in the box too, it's just his pot and their altered board game with me. the flower himself is roaming around the yard doing who-knows-what. stretching his roots, i suppose.

——

"You gotta go home at SOME point, punks. Can't stay here forever."

monster kid and frisk both pouted.

"Papyrus wouldn't mind!!"

"Yeah! Plus the sun's not even fully set yet."

"she's right, kiddos. you really should be getting home."

flowey grumbled impatiently from papyrus' arm. i picked up his pot and offered it towards him.

"you wanna hop in there instead of coiling my brother's arm like a snake?"

"Whenever Frisk quits whining and we can go home I will."

"I'm not whining!"

"That's a hundred percent whining!"

"It's reasoning."

"It's whining."

"Shut up."

flowey used his vines to raise papyrus' arm and make him lift the middle finger.

"!?"

papyrus covered his hand and shoved his arm back down immediately.

"FLOWEY!"

"DO NOT FORCE SUCH RUDE GESTURES FROM ME!!!"

flowey's expression flickered with a look of shock for a second. he let out something like a scoff.

"FRISK, I'M SO SORRY!!"

"It's okay. I know it was that meanie head's doing."

"ok. definitely time for you to go home."

i offered my hand to frisk, and paps put flowey back in the pot.

"i know a shortcut."

undyne pat monster kid on the head.

"Come on, I'll walk you."

——

"Oh! You are home. I do not remember hearing the door-"

i waved.

"I see."

"Greetings, Sans."

with a soft smile.

" 'sup."

"Thank you for bringing them back. I hope they were not much trouble."

i glanced at flowey, who seemed to be thinking about something.

"they're good kids. shouldn't worry about 'em so much."

"I know... still, I am glad to hear that they have been behaving."

"Ah!"

"Do not let me hold you from getting home yourself."

i glanced again to where flowey was, but he and frisk went into their room.

gently, i lifted her hand to my face to replicate kissing the top of it. (with my lack of lips and all.)

" 'night, tori."

before disappearing, and flopping onto my bed.

#undertale #journal #sans #papyrus #flowey #papyrus and sans #sans and papyrus #frisk #frisk and sans #sans and frisk #sans and flowey #undyne #monster kid #toriel #soriel #sans x toriel

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zmwrites · 1 month

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OC Kiss Week Day 5: Darkness

WIP: CAMRR WIP

Pairing: Maeve x Charlie

CWs: just the kissing :)

Words: 837

Notes: "CAMRR" stands for Cheesy Ass Modern Royal Romance and it does live up to the name; also Charlie calls Maeve "Hen" bc her last name is Hennessy

Maeve lay on the couch in front of the TV, cocooned by darkness and burritoed in a blue fleece blanket. The true crime documentary playing only had half of her attention as her mind replayed the comments she’d overheard at the—what had Anaïs called it? A benefit luncheon? The people who ran the charity had been lovely, but the other benefactors had bordered on cruel. It had been hard to ignore the sudden silences when she’d passed by, and the sideways glances, and the sharp giggles that she couldn’t help but think were at her expense. It had been a stark reminder that she was only accepted in the upper echelons of society as an extension of Charlie.

The overhead light flicked on. She wailed in protest, and it immediately turned back off.

“Sorry Hen, didn’t see you there,” Charlie said. He leaned over the back of the couch and looked down at her. “How are you doing?”

“’M cozy,” she replied, snuggling into her blanket burrito.

“You look cozy.”

“Thank you.”

He grinned and hopped over the back of the couch, then ignored her grumblings as he replaced the stack of pillows under her head with his lap. “Still cozy?”

“Mhm.”

She sighed contentedly as he ran his fingers through her hair, her eyes drifting closed. Moments like this were what made the bullshit that came with dating royalty worth it. Moments where he wasn’t a prince, but where he was just Charlie who could never seem to get enough physical affection.

The truth nagged at the back of her mind: it wasn’t real. They were only dating for the cameras so they could weather the media storm his very public, very acrimonious breakup had brought upon them. Every touch, every kiss, every public appearance—none of it was supposed to be real. But the truth was getting harder and harder to remember as time went on, as things became more natural between them, as they realized they didn’t need to script it anymore. The boundary between their public relationship and their private friendship was blurring in ways she hadn’t planned.

“I think we need to talk,” Maeve said.

“About what?”

“About—” She paused as she struggled to sit up. The conversation would be easier to have if she wasn’t bumping her head against his hand like a cat begging for attention. “About new rules. We need to put a limit on how many times we kiss per event. And outside of events. And overall just cool things down.”

“Okay,” he agreed. He frowned with concern. “May I ask why? Has something happened to make you uncomfortable?”

“It’s getting a bit too real,” she admitted.

He raised a brow.

She wet her lips and tried again. “You kiss me like you mean it. And it’s not your fault, but my stupid feelings are getting involved and I need some space to get everything sorted.”

“Maeve, are you saying you have a crush on me?” he teased, a smile slowly blooming on his features.

“No—I am—stop.” Her jaw clicked shut and her cheeks burned. She wished her blanket burrito would swallow her. “I’m handling it. I just need a few weeks to get over it and everything can go back to how it was. But right now I’m reading too much into things and I’m going to end up breaking my own heart.”

He turned to face her and rested his elbow on the back of the couch. He leaned his head into his hand and gazed at her with that stupid softness that had gotten her into this predicament in the first place. “Maeve.”

“Don’t be cute, I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you.”

“Maeve.”

“Stop looking at me like that!” She wiggled out of her blanket and grabbed a pillow, lunging forward and pressing it over his face.

He laughed and wrapped his arm around her waist. She shrieked as he twisted them so she was flat on her back and he knelt over her.

“This isn’t helping,” she complained, whacking him with the pillow to hide her grin.

“Maeve, have you considered that I do mean it?” Charlie asked. “And that I’ve meant it every single time for months?”

She blinked up at him, watching the blue light from the TV flicker across his features. She couldn’t be understanding him right. “Months?”

“Since the beginning. I figured it would go away as we got to know each other.”

“You figured I’d be annoying?” she demanded playfully. The shock had turned into giddy excitement that completely overrode the small, logical part of her brain whispering that this was a terrible idea.

He smiled ruefully. “That’s not—”

The rest of his sentence was lost as she pulled his face to hers for their first kiss that was just for them. There were no cameras, no audience, no one they were trying to convince. Just them, alone in the darkness, where they didn’t have to think about the challenges that awaited them when the sun rose.

#ockiss24 #camrr wip

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annoyingnerdsposts · 2 years

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Get-up-and-go part 1

Heyyyyy... so i haven't posted much and I’m sorry for that my life has just been really busy rn and I’m getting back into writing.

ANYWHO- here’s a story with frank and his adoptive child being on the run :)

Gender neutral reader

relationship is platonic with a capital P

It was late at night, maybe 11 or 12 o;clock but it was late nonetheless. You had fallen asleep on the couch in front of the tv, your arms stretched around the sofa and a blanket covering you. You were melting in the heat of this September night. You began to peel your body off the couch and make your way to the kitchen to make a tea and maybe grab a snack.

the news was on.

It was a rule in your house to always have the news on. If it wasn't on the TV it, was on the radio. But it was always on in some way shape or form. Frank said it was good to know what is going on in the city at all times.

As the kettle was heating up on the stove you couldn’t help but over hear the story the news anchor was telling.

“An apartment building in Brooklyn was burned to the ground in a booming earlier tonight, the police have no suspects and have made zero arrests as of late, i will keep you updated as the situation unfolds.”

You move closer to the TV and notice the address of the building.

That’s close to where Miles lives

Miles Morales, your best friend. and a part of your iconic trio. Miles, you and America. Miles was one of the first people you meet in New York, and frankly one of your closest friends.

You pulled your phone out in a panic and clicked on the saved number with miles face on it.

“MILES?!” you yell into the phone “MILES?!”

“..Yeah its me wassup” says a tired Miles. He must have been sleeping by the sound of his grubby voice into the phone. A relieved sign escaped your lips. “Are you OK?! A building near you was blown up !” Now miles must have been a little worried because the sleepy Miles that you called earlier was gone.”What where?!” he said, you could hear his bed squeaking so he must now be sitting up. “ Two streets down from you” I said into the phone, “Turn on the news”. You could hear Miles’ dad call Miles. “ I have to go y/n I’ll call you when I can, OK?” “OK” I replied and hung up. Something was different when you looked at the news screen now.

12 dead 19 injured.

Fuck.

Amid all this you don’t know where Frank is. Double Fuck. You called him. No answer. Again. No answer. Again. No answer.

The next 20 minutes consisted of you pacing back and forth in your small apartment trying not to freak the fuck out. Then the door finally opens, Its Frank, and he’s a mess. “Frank” you say staring at him standing in the hall. Hes covered in blood which. to be fair, is normal Frank behaviour. But what threw you off was what his boots and face was covered in.

Ash, building ash.

“Kid..” he grumbled under his breath. “Y-You need to get your bag.” This time he sounded genuinely worried.

The bag he was lovingly referring to was your ‘Get-up-and-go’ bag. You’ve been with frank since you were a little kid, and since then hes made you pack such a bag. A get-up-and-go bag is used when you and frank need to leave the city fast. That bag contains clothes for 5 days, water, snacks, a first aid kit, 150 dollars in cash and a flip phone burner. On said burner had four numbers, Franks, Karen’s, Curtis’, and some random contact labled ‘Micro’ that frank said you should only use as a last resort.

You nodded and grabbed the bag from under your bed and walked to the front door. Frank was cleaning the blood and ash from his face in the bathroom. He finished up and grabbed his bag and with that, You both disappeared.

You got into the van and drove away, your head leaning against the window of the vehicle watching your apartment building fade into a speck. You look over at Frank. “Are you gonna tell me what happened?” you asked calmly, “No”. “When we get somewhere safe we will talk about it, but right now, we need to focus getting out of the city” He states. you wait till you ask the next question. “Dose this have anything to do with what happened in Brooklyn?” You asked. Frank remained silent.

The city look so different at night. A sea of black with specks of light, each light a home with people who are living out there lives. Its a strange feeling, realising how small we are. As you left the city you and Frank stayed silent. You had millions of questions running through your mind at once but didn't know how to ask them. You looked over at Frank, the same fixed expression as before he looked over to you. It must have been around 1 in the morning at this point. “Hey kid, I know your tired and you want answers and you’ll get them but we need to get out of the city first. he placed a hand on your shoulder. you nodded and laid your head on the window of the van and fell asleep.

You woke up at 4:00 because Frank swerved the car and you almost crashed. “Frank, you need sleep” you said. Frank let out a sigh. “The next motel I see, were staying there” you noded and the both of you continued driving.

You pulled into this shady motel of the street and got a two bedroom for a night. You flopped into the bed as did Frank.

“Fuck” Frank said

“What?” You said “What did you do?”

“Y’know that building that blew up in Brooklyn?”

“Yes”

“I blew it up”

Triple Fuck.

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Sooooooooo that was part one, if you want a part two let me know cause i have big plans for this story and yeah thanks for reading i appriciate it :)

heres the link to part 2:

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/annoyingnerdsposts/694144608735739904?source=share

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ncisfranchise-source · 17 days

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Ahead of the NCIS franchise’s actual 1,000th episode (airing next Monday at 9/8c), CBS this Monday night served up the Entertainment Tonight special NCISverse: The First 1,000.

Hosted by ET‘s Kevin Frazier, The First 1,000 featured some new/new-ish interviews with past and present franchise cast members, a few archival Q&As and clips galore from NCIS and its assorted offshoots.

Closing out the retrospective was acknowledgment of cast members who are no longer with us (including NCIS: Los Angeles‘ Miguel Ferrer and NCIS‘ David McCallum), plus some hype for the franchise’s two upcoming offshoots: NCIS: Origins (aka the Young Gibbs prequel series starring Austin Stowell) and the yet-to-be-titled, Europe-set Tony/Ziva series starring Michael Weatherly and Cote de Pablo.

For hardcore NCIS megafans, brand-new reveals were probably hard to come by. But for the slightly more casual fan such as myself, there were fun facts to be found. Such as….

1. Spun off of a JAG two-parter, NCIS was at first envisioned as following the Law & Order format — half investigation, half courtroom — but viewer affinity for the agents’ clue-gathering and Mark Harmon’s character led to a change in the formula.

2. We’ve heard most of these before, but always fun to ponder: Other actors whose names were bandied about for the role of Leroy Jethro Gibbs included Harrison Ford, Kevin Bacon, Brat Packer Andrew McCarthy, Alec Baldwin and Patrick Swayze, while a post-Friends Jennifer Aniston was eyed to play the replacement for Tony’s original partner, Viv Blackadder (Robyn Lively),

3. Michael Weatherly recalled that when filming his first scenes as DiNozzo, NCIS co-creator Donald P. Bellisario came up to him on-set and grumbled, “What are you doing, modeling?” Weatherly then resolved to entertain at the very least himself with a more animated performance.

4. In the Season 2 episode “Twilight,” in which Caitlin Todd (played by Sasha Alexander) is shot dead by a sniper, Michael Weatherly can be seen wincing a half-second too soon, before the “blood” squib actually explodes. (See photo above.)

5. Actual NCIS agents had never worn stitched logo caps — until TV’s NCIS came along and sparked interest, and the real-life LEOs requested official ones.

6. Diona Reasonover, who plays Kasie, had no idea that Cote de Pablo was secretly returning as Ziva in the Season 16 finale — until she watched the episode that night!

7. Though not a series regular as McGee until Season 2, Sean Murray holds the record for appearing in the most NCIS episodes: 450 (out of 464). Fun fact within a fact: Murray was originally hired as a one-off guest star, but a subsequent episode came in three minutes short and it was decided to bring the McGee character back to fill time.

8. It would take almost 30 days to watch all 1,000 NCIS franchise episodes. Without bathroom breaks!

9. For its headquarters scenes, NCIS: Sydney shoots inside an actual, old restaurant space at the Walsh Bay Wharves along Sydney Harbour.

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radley-writes · 1 year

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I posted 8,300 times in 2022

That's 2,151 more posts than 2021!

373 posts created (4%)

7,927 posts reblogged (96%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@vaspider

@spaceshipkat

@fragrant-stars

@thelibrarianjesser

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Longest Tag: 139 characters

#jugemu jugemu go-kō-no-surikire kaijari-suigyo no suigyō-matsu unrai-matsu fūrai-matsu kū-neru tokoro ni sumu tokoro yaburakōji no burakōji

My Top Posts in 2022:

Hello yes I am another toothpaste pain experiencer

I am allergic to the mint flavouring in toothpaste and it is the worst

On the upside, I have discovered that watermelon flavoured toothpaste is a thing that exists, even if it is aimed at toddlers

W A T E R M E L O N T O O T H P A S T E

I have SUCH a mighty need, that sounds amazing

except uh, I would absolutely eat that stuff right out the tube

1,052 notes - Posted May 10, 2022

THIS IS NOT A DRILL

I REPEAT

THIS IS NOT A DRILL

THE STRICTLY NO HEROICS (Feiwel & Friends, Macmillan Children’s, 2023) IS UP FOR PRE-ORDER!

[ID: cover of a book showing a figure in a gasmask, hoodie and gloves, leant on an old TV. A rainbow pride pin is pinned to their jacket. Text reads ‘STRICTLY NO HEROICS’ in neon pink and green, and ‘B. L. Radley’ in white.]

If you're a powerless normie in a world run by superheroes, you need three rules to survive:

1: Keep your head down

2: Don’t make enemies

3: STRICTLY NO HEROICS

When a hero gropes her best friend, Riley Jones breaks all of them.

Her attempt at serving justice gets her fired from her summer job. Luckily, Sunnylake City’s biggest business is booming (literally, when there's C4 involved).

Every villain wants henchmen: masked cronies who take their coffee orders, vacuum their secret lairs, and posture in the background while they fight. The HENCH agency provides a steady stream of drop-outs and losers who are willing to get beaten up by sidekicks for minimum wage.

Riley might just be the perfect candidate.

I’ve worked so hard on this project, with an incredible team of people. And we’re getting closer to that sweet, sweet pub date (March 28, 2023)!

Any boosts would be greatly appreciated <3 Let’s give my debut some love?

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2,470 notes - Posted March 22, 2022

has this already been done or

2,487 notes - Posted October 22, 2022

.....roe v wade being overturned is fucking horrific, but as I’ve already seen more than one grumbly ‘why are people still posting casually like nothing happened’ post, it feels like a great time to remind folks that a) performatively posting on social media is not activism and you don’t know what people are doing irl, b) not everyone is American, c) some people really mentally struggle with being surrounded 24/7 by doomposting and misery, d) not everyone is American, e) people often have sideblogs categorised by the sort of material they post, so you might not be following the place where they are posting about roe v wade, f) NOT EVERONE IS AMERICAN -

6,941 notes - Posted June 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

...Do you ever see people critiquing specific word usage in novels and wonder if they know that language can be used in fun and figurative ways? And that this is half the joy of writing?

An example off the top of my head - if I say ‘He gave a whisper of a smile’, it does not mean that the smile is literally whispering; it means that the word ‘whisper’ invokes a sense of smallness, due perhaps to subtlety or shyness, and that is something I want connected to your mental envisioning of this dude’s smile.

Saying ‘But that makes no sense; a smile and a whisper are two different things’ misses the point e n t i r e l y

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whumpeedeedoo · 2 years

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23. Please

(continuation of last chapter) for @themerrywhumpofmay . About 600 words. Thank you @deluxewhump for all the support! I can’t tell you how giddy I am whenever you interact with this blog. You inspired me to start writing in the first place.

Taglist: @cupcakes-and-pain @inpainandsuffering @meowsikbox @painsandconfusion (sorry for the random tagging, tell me if you want to be removed pls!)

CW: BBU, dehumanization, it as a derogatory pronoun, burns.

“I’m squeamish?!” I yelled “No, I can’t be focusing on you now,” I rushed over to the poor shaking pet on the floor. It winced a little as I picked up its chin and looked into its eyes. Dinner would have to wait. The pet was trembling furiously, tears coming in little rivers. I wasn’t surprised. Clyde had always been rough with his pets but this - this was something different.

“S-sorry Miss. Discipline is a necessary and humane event ensuring the continued obedience and wellbeing of a pet.” It - no - they said the last sentence clearly, without interrupting. I needed to get it to stay still while I ran to grab some ointment. Clyde kept it on top of the fridge but what did they say about burns? Right - run them under cold water for a few minutes.

“Pet, sweetie? Can you stand up for me please?”

“Don’t pamper it!” Clyde yelled. He had been looking down, glaring as I helped his poor boxie.

“I’m not pampering them, I’m making sure they don't die on you! You don’t want to go to the hospital with them?”

“It! It’s an It! You don’t know how much I paid for that feature!”

“Fine, fine, it.” I felt horrible calling the Pet “it”. My Delilah at home never had to call herself that, I wasn’t a monster. The pet was still sobbing, silently. Deep breaths rocked their body.

We went up to Clyde’s bathroom and I pointed for the Pet to take off their clothes.

“I’ll help you get your shirt off so you don’t burn yourself, mkay?”

The Pet just nodded silently. They undressed quickly and efficiently folded their clothes before placing them on the floor. I never could understand how they did that, working so well even when they were in extreme pain. It’s when I pointed for it to get in the bathtub that they faltered. Right. No specific orders.

“Position 2, in the bath, please”

“Madam, p-please, this p-pet i-i-is sorry - hic - p-please, please not more on my back, p-please,” They held out their hands “Not m-my - hic - back, please, p-p-p-please” sobs rocked their body before they fell, face down, unconscious in the bath. Must have been the pain - or the fear. I could see it in their eyes, but no problem. Now they couldn’t feel it, so I could treat their burn.I turned on the cool water and let it run down the Pet’s back.

They regained consciousness after about 5 minutes. Google said to hold for 20, so I held them firmly while they panicked. Luckily, they calmed down after a few seconds, realizing the cold water made the burn feel better. When I stopped, they let out a choked sob. Well, I couldn’t hold it there forever so I ran down and took the ointment and bandages.

“Don’t waste too much on the mutt,” Clyde grumbled. He was watching TV already, typical. Dinner was getting cold so I ran back up and spread the cream over the Pet’s back. The burn was not as bad as it could have been, only about 5 cm squared. They took deep, hissing breaths whenever I touched them, but that was fine. Again, I admired how silent these Pets could be. The WRU really does work miracles. When the Pet was all wrapped up, it got up.

“T-thank you Madam.”

“You’re welcome! You can go reheat dinner now!” I gave them a pat on the back and stood up, happy with myself. The Pet was back to normal.

#whump #pet whump #whump writing #bbu #box boy universe #comfort #the merry whump of may #grey caretaker #caretaker #tw burns #morally ambiguous #please #whump community

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nordicpoppie · 3 years

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BTS Reaction their hybrid gets angry / pouty

Been busy the last few days but had this finished in my drive :)

If you have ideas or critisism for the reactions / scenarios feel free to let me know!

Y/F/P = Your Favourite Place

Y/F/S = Your Favorite Snack

Jin

Jin had just returned home from a long night out with some of his work colleagues. When he’d opened the door you’d been nowhere to find despite always being there to greet him. As he walked around the house he wondered why it was so quiet, even if you didn’t come to greet him he’d still expect you to be on the couch or the bedroom.

As he walked around the house he suddenly noticed the tip of a tail poking out from behind the couch. Walking around it he saw you with your back turned to him clutching something in your arms.

Jins heart immediately leapt to his throat, the worst thoughts entering his head, what if you were hurt or worse ill and he’d just spend the last 5 hours being out and having fun while you were at home in pain.

He quickly grabbed your shoulders and turned you around, only to find your face not full of tears as he expected but a small pout decorating it instead. In your arms you clutched a pillow, more specifically his pillow.

Jin looked at your face while you in turn avoided eye contact, “It’s late” you mumbled while your pout grew in size. Jins eyes went wide as he turned to stare at the clock, it was late, he hadn’t even realized how late it was. He knew you had a hard time sleeping by yourself, so he always let you sleep with him, but he hadn’t counted on you getting this pouty over him not being there.

Grabbing your hands he dragged you to your feet despite your protests and led you to the bedroom. Seating you on the bed he started putting on his nightclothes before yet again grabbing your hands, pushing you into bed so you could cuddle.

“Sorry, I didn't realize how late it had gotten.” Jin whispered into your hair while you were at the edge of falling asleep.

Namjoon

Hearing a giant bang followed by a whispered curse you jumped up from your seat on the couch. Namjoon and you had been watching a movie together before he told you he’d grab some cocoa and popcorn for the both of you. Hearing the bang your heart rate immediately spiked.

Rushing to the kitchen you stopped with a small gasp at the threshold, watching in horror as Namjoon tried to discreetly swipe the pieces of glass together. Being worried you stepped closer, about to stop his hands from moving, but then you caught sight of one piece of glass. It had the same motive as your favourite cup.

Another gasp left your mouth and Namjoon knew you’d get angry and sad. Turning to look at your face he saw the hurt and anger swirling in your eyes. Huffing you turned and walked out of the kitchen, seconds later he heard a door slam.

Namjoon knew you weren’t actually that angry, it was just a moment's spurt that made you act like a brat. Sweeping the last bits of glass up, he dumped them in the trash and went to the bedroom. He knocked the door before opening it slowly and peeking in.

You were lying on the bed with a small pout on your face, when Namjoon entered you turned to look at him. Immediately your expression changed to that of sadness, not knowing why Namjoon rushed to your side.

Grabbing onto him tightly you mumbled into his shoulder “I’m sorry for getting mad at you”. Namjoon sighed, he knew you felt guilty, even if you knew he didn’t take the small anger spurt seriously. “Don’t worry, i’ll buy you as many cups as you want, as long as you don’t get seriously angry the next time i accidentally break one” he said laughing together with you.

Yoongi

Taking his headphones off after several hours of working on mixing and editing music Yoongi sighed and stretched his back. He turned to look at the clock realizing how late it had gotten. He was sure he had forgotten something but he wasn’t yet sure what it was.

Getting up he walked to the kitchen to grab some food, on the way however he noticed the dining table had been decorated and plates and glasses were standing ready. Cursing out loud Yoongi turned around to look for you, hoping you’d still be awake with how late it had gotten.

He found you in the bedroom, talking with Jimin on the phone, tears in your eyes. When you noticed Yoongi had entered you quickly hung up and wiped any escapen tears, letting a big pout overtake your features. You turned from him, walked to your side of the bed and laid down with you back facing him.

Yoongi knew it was bad, he had promised to have dinner with you but had forgotten. Putting on his own nightclothes he hopped into bed with you, trying to grab you though you resisted before finally settling.

Yoongi grumbled in his head, how would he make it up to you, he couldn’t stand you being angry at him and especially not if it was combined with tears. Leaning over he asked you, “Are you free tomorrow?”, wondering what he wanted you simply shrugged.

“I’ll make it up to you tomorrow then, we’ll go out and get some nice dinner after going on a date, whichever place you pick”. Taking the bait you turned your face lit up “Even Y/F/P?” to which Yoongi nodded happily, he's succeeded in making up with you.

The day after you were all smiles and excited, no one would have thought you’d be capable of being angry, that was everyone but Yoongi.

Hoseok

It was a completely normal day, you were sitting watching tv with no special interest in whatever was being said. That was until they suddenly mentioned Hoseok and the other guys. Grabbing the remote you turned up the sound listening more intently now that it was about Hoseok.

Hoeseok left the room to go grab some sandwiches for the both of you, while you continued watching the tv. Much to Hoseok's surprise when he returned the couch was empty, though the news was still one.

As he turned to turn the tv off, he saw himself on the screen, talking with another hybrid. Something he knew set you off as hybrids of your species easily got affected by small changes.

Turning the tv off he went to find you, not surprised to find you sitting in his room with his pillow in your arms, nose buried in it. When he entered you fixated a small glare at him showing your clear distaste.

Hoseok went towards you, grabbed a blanket and threw it around you, he then took the pillow and threw it on the bed. You started to complain a bit as you were covered in the blanket and lost the pillow, however Hoseok shushed you as he pulled you into a hug.

Leaning against him while he hugged you tightly he whispered “you know i only did it for the views and because the company wants me to do it right?”. Nodding you tucked your head further into his shoulder.

A few minutes later Hoseok was lying on the bed with you tucked into his arms making sure your scent was all over him.

Jimin

Walking through the door with angry steps you slammed it after you, quickly throwing off your shoes. Jimin was in the living room watching the news when you came in and he was shocked at the way you entered the apartment.

Not knowing what had happened or why you were upset he went to follow you, but not before he saw the news switch to an article about him. Or rather an article about him and a co-star who had been out shopping together.

As Jimin stood watching the TV he knew that was probably the reason you'd gotten upset. You were already plenty insecure being a hybrid together with a human, but having that same human walking around with what you considered a more beautiful person didn't help.

When he went to the bedroom he couldn't hear anything from inside. Lightly pushing the door open he saw you laying face down on the bed, not moving when he entered the room fully.

He went over and sat beside you on the bed, quietly stroking your hair and back. You were angry and upset but you weren't going to avoid his skin ship, it always felt nice no matter what.

Suddenly you felt the bed sink more, as he leaned more weight on it. Moving to get up to see what he was doing you were surprised to see Jimin with a small package in his hands.

Noticing your state he handed it over to you, telling you it was a gift he purchased with the help of his co-star. Quickly grabbing it and opening it you saw your favourite accessory inside. Jumping up you quickly hugged him tightly.

Jimin knew you'd forgive him easily, you always did.

Taehyung

You and Taehyung had been out at his company to celebrate the 50th anniversary since its opening. It had been a nice pleasant evening, except for one event.

While you had gone to the bathroom to relieve yourself, a person from his workplace had taken their chance to get close to him. So when you returned you not only saw Taehyung with another person, it looked like they were flirting with him too.

Already getting upset both because of the flirting but also because of Taehyung's lack of movement to stop it. You walked over to prevent any more flirting from happening.

As you got closer you heard the person lowly insult you, claiming a hybrid should never be with a human. Immediately that lit a fuse within you, walking over you grabbed Taehyung's arm.

Snarling at the other person you proceeded to drag him out of the venue and towards the parking lot. Taehyung could not only hear but also see how angry and upset you were.

When you reached the car he stopped you and pulled you into a hug, nuzzling your hair. Mumbling a small sorry together with some praises he pulled back and helped you into the car.

As the venue got smaller in the rearview mirror you relaxed more and more.

Jungkook

Slamming the refrigerator shut you huffed quietly, quickly opening the cupboards and searching through them. Not finding what you were searching for, you opted to go ask Jungkook.

As you got closer to his room you heard him shouting along with Taehyung. Probably playing some games on their computers you thought as you pushed the door open.

At first the boys didn't realize you were standing there, until you cleared your throat. Taehyung acknowledged you with a small nod while Jungkook turned his head to look at you questioningly.

Just as you opened your mouth to ask if he knew where Y/F/S was, you noticed it sitting at the table between the boys. Jungkook noticed the way you stared at the snack and immediately realized what he'd done.

Quickly getting up he rushed after you as you angrily left the room, going to the entryway. Glancing through the window you noticed it was raining heavily, but you had really been craving the snack so you'd have to make due with some water.

Jungkook however thought the opposite, he grabbed your arm and pulled you back from tying your shoes. Just as you were about to tell him to let you go, he presented a brand new packet of Y/F/S.

Looking first at the snack then at him you reached out to grab it. "You didn't think I'd just eat your snack without getting you a new one right?" Jungkook asked you while you smiled guiltily, making Jungkook chuckle.

Later you joined the boys while they were gaming, happily eating the snack.

#bts reaction #BTS jimin #BTS jin #BTS jungkook #bts #bts yoongi #bts namjoon #bts hoseok #bts taehyung #kpop scenarios #kpop #kpop imagines #kpop reactions #bts hybrid fic #bts hybrid au #bts hybrid

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verymuchbabey · 3 years

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bakugou and todoroki babysitting your kids

pro hero! izuku midoriya x reader

genre: fluff! :p

synopsis: you guys need a babysitter but bakugou and todoroki are the only ones available for the job

a/n: similar fics -> 1 & 2

today was your guy's anniversary and izuku had reserved dinner plans to a new restaurant that had just opened nearby. you were enthusiastic when he told you, but when your regular babysitter had canceled on you because of an emergency you either had to cancel and reschedule or find a new babysitter in five minutes or less.

luckily todoroki and bakugou were free, and with some convincing they agreed to the job.

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"how did i get roped into doing this?" bakugou grumbled as he watched todoroki attempting to make dinner for the 5 and 3 year old.

"mommy said it was because you're a softie when it comes to us" your son chirped up while playing with the utensils that bakugou had just put out for them all.

"what?! im not a 'softie' and stop playing with your spoon!" bakugou yelled about to say some unkind words before todoroki stopped him."you're going to wake up the baby bakugou"

"tch, just focus on the food icy-hot what's taking so long anyways" bakugou walked over to where todoroki was at pushing him aside to look at what exactly he was making.

"what even is this?! it doesn't look edible" bakugou examined the burnt looking dish trying to see if anything was salvageable but groaned turning to look back at todoroki with narrowed eyes.

"if you can't cook why didn't you tell me before i left you in charge of cooking duty!" todoroki shrugged then went looking in the freezer for any microwavable food that they could make real quick but it was to no luck.

"can we have pizza?" your daughter spoke up which made your son walk over to the fridge jumping up and pulling off a paper that the hung on a magnet.

"the number is on here!" he said shoving the paper up at todoroki who gently took it out of his hands.

"fine! but only if you guys don't tell your dad or mom that we burnt the food." bakugou said snatching the paper out of todoroki's hand to go dial the number.

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"thanks" bakugou mumbled after paying the delivery guy. he closed the door and walked over to the dinning table throwing the pizza box down.

"enjoy you brats" he said, sitting down next to them glancing at his watch to check how much longer he had to go through this.

"thank you uncle bakugou!" they both said before digging into the pizza.

he rolled his eyes at the nickname he had gained over the years, throwing them napkins.

"yeah yeah, just don't get too dirty. and no more than two slices!"

bakugou looked over to where todoroki was still at the kitchen preparing a bottle for the baby who was still asleep in her crib.

"icy-hot why are you making that right now? the kid is still sleeping."

todoroki sighed "did you even read the schedule they gave us? it says that the baby should be waking up around this time." todoroki walked up to bakugou handing him the paper that held the baby's schedule with tips and directions on what they should do in different scenarios.

"what the? how come you didn't tell me about this?!" bakugou yelled while todoroki just slightly smirked walking back to the kitchen counter to finish preparing the bottle.

bakugou glared at the half and half bastard grumbling to himself "dumbass thinks he's the better babysitter doesn't he?"

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the baby's crying was soon heard through the baby monitor that was nearby causing todoroki to rush over to the room telling bakugou to watch the other kids while he takes care of the baby girl.

"we're done" your son said after licking his fingers with a satisfied smile that matched your daughter's.

"you guys are a mess, come on." bakugou led them over to the sink lifting them up to wash their hands. after that he got some wipes to wash off their faces as well.

"there all clean, now go watch tv." bakugou ushered them over to the couch turning on the tv to a random kids show then went over to clean the mess on the dining table before laying with the kids on the couch.

currently your daughter and son watched the tv while playing with their toys. bakugou was glad your kids weren't too much of a hassle. he has visited them a couple of times before, noticing how polite they were at young ages.

that's one of the reasons why bakugou didn't put much of a fuss when izuku asked him to babysit (and also because izuku had told him that todoroki already agreed to babysit making his competitivness kick in).

he scoffed to himself when he remembers what your son said about calling him a softie for the kids.

you may have been correct on this one.

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bakugou was browsing through his phone while todoroki walked into the room after feeding the baby. he saw that your kids were already starting to doze off in their seats.

he looked at his clock noticing how late it was getting. he got up from his seat stretching his arms before turning the tv off. "bedtime."

"can you pick us up?" your daughter said throwing her arms up at him. bakugou rolled his eyes at the question "no you guys have two working feet for a reason."

"but daddy always picks us up when we're too tired. he's super strong." your son quipped and soon bakugou had them both in their arms grumbling that he was strong too.

todoroki shook his head at him, picking up the toys that were left on the couch and putting them in the toy box that was right near the couch.

bakugou dropped the two on their own beds saying a quick goodnight before todoroki stopped him from leaving the room.

"bakugou we need to read them a bedtime story, that's what y/n said to do." todoroki took a seat on the chair near the bookshelf that held all the children's books.

"yeah we can't sleep without them! can you also tuck us in uncle bakugou?" your son said laying down on his bed with your daughter following suit on her's.

bakugou groaned "why do you kids need me to do so much damn things?" bakugou said going to tuck them both in while todoroki looked for a book to read.

"you shouldn't say that word!" your son said covering bakugou's mouth with his tiny hand; bakugou swatted his hand away glaring at the boy.

"i can say whatever the hell i want!" your son and daughter gasped at him covering their ears.

bakugou let out a soft laugh at them before catching himself and covering it up with a frown. he finished tucking them in and walked over to lean on the doorway.

todoroki started reading the story he picked out and once the kids were fast asleep they both went off their separate ways; bakugou to the living room and todoroki to the kitchen.

bakugou threw himself on the couch closing his eyes for a moment before he would go help todoroki with the mess that was still in the kitchen.

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you opened the door to see both todoroki and bakugou sleeping on the couch with the baby being cradled in todoroki's arms. the baby girl looked over at you and izuku making grabby hands at you two and started giggling once you picked her up.

you assumed that they were trying to get the girl to fall back asleep after waking up crying and ended up falling asleep themselves.

"you wanna wake them up or should we just leave them?" you asked izuku who took off his suit coat and shook his head with a grin.

"lets leave them they probably would just get angry if we woke them."

"we both know you mean just katsuki would be angry at you" you laughed at his playful glare towards you and made your way to the baby's room where you and izuku would spend the next two hours awake with her.

#izuku x reader #bnha fanfiction #izuku midoriya #izuku fluff #izuku x reader fluff #deku x reader #deku #deku fluff #deku x reader fluff #bnha x reader #bnha x reader fluff #this was fun to write :D

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jordanstrophe · 3 years

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Going Once, Going Twice, Part 5

Stranger Danger

CW: Pet Whump, Some Manhandling, Traumatized Whumpee, Wounds mentioned, Chipped whumpee with an incision, Panic attacks.

Masterlist

Peter sat nervously at the table. He kept shooting skeptical glances at Robert, then back down at his knees. Robert laid his hand on the table towards him. “Can I see your wrist?” He asked. Peter flinched, but obediently placed his hand in his.

His wrist was bandaged and sore from the shackles. “One second...” He muttered, off to fetch the first aid kit. He sat across from him and took his wrist back in his hands. “I’m going to take this off, okay?” He asked, as Peter nervously nodded. He slowly unwrapped it, he could see Peter getting visibly more nervous the more he took off. The pulled it off to reveal an inch incision along his wrist.

“Does it hurt?” He asked. “It’s.. It’s okay.” He muttered under his breath. He was so afraid to say the wrong thing. His old master got angry whenever he complained about pain, and usually resulted in getting more of it. “I’ll tell you one thing, if I got an inch metal chip shot into my wrist, I wouldn’t say it’s okay. Tough kid.” Robert huffed, taking out a fresh bandage.

“I’m going to have to put some pressure on it, okay?” He asked, as Peter nodded. He gripped his wrist, before tightly wrapping the bandage over the wound. The tightness shifted the wound painfully, Peter cringed and whimpered, trying to pull his wrist away.

“Shhshh.. Hold on, I know it hurts.” Robert hushed, trying to finish up quickly while keeping a firm grasp on his arm.

“WAIT!” Peter cried, panicking and trying to rip away. Robert stopped immediately, but didn’t let go. “I’m sorry, it's almost over, the worst of it is done.” He soothed. His heart was heavy, he felt terrible, but he needed this over with.

Peter gulped and whimpered as he tied the bandage off. “Feel okay?” He asked, letting him go as he held his wrist to his chest with a light nod.

Robert left him to calm down and nervously held a phone in his hands. He glanced back at Peter, who curiously inspected his new bandage.

‘’Hello?” A tired voice answered on the phone.

“Luke?” Robert asked.

“Robert?” The voice asked. “What are you doing calling me? I live two feet from you.” Lukar grumbled.

“Sorry about that, I have a small situation here, and I didn’t want to leave him. Can you watch someone for me for an hour or two?”

“You want me to-who-the-what now?" He asked blatantly. “I mean, Yeah I can. Wait, when did you get a kid? How old are they?” Luke asked.

“He’s... 21.″ Robert muttered.

“He’s... 21?” Luke asked. “Rob, that's a fully grown adult."

"We-well yes! But... He's a... Pet." He whispered under his breath, as if it were a crime. “Look, he's scared, and bored. He doesn't have anything, and I just thought it would be fun to get him something, I don't even know what I'm doing. Can you please watch him and... Don't let him burn down the house?" Robert asked.

Lukar broke into hysterical laughter.

“Honestly Rob... I thought better of you.” Lukar laughed. “Wait! Luke, come one, It’s not like that! He was in danger, I swear!" Robert cried. “Relax, I'm messing with you, no judgment. Two hours, right?"

''Right, I just want to grab him some things, he’s bored out of his mind and getting fussy.” Robert sighed. “Awwww! Rob that is the cutest thing you’ve done aside from the tiny wood carvings.” Lukar mocked. “I'll head over, see you soon."

“Thank you so much!” He exclaimed, before putting the phone down. “Peter? I’m going to run to the store for a bit, a friend is coming over to stay with you, okay?” He asked.

He went pale.

It was never good when a master had friends over... Master would want him to entertain the guests by behaving, looking pretty, and don’t scream too loudly when they beat him to the inch of his life. Even if it was one person, his obedience was always tested to its limits.

He collapsed to the ground on his knees, Robert jolted at his sudden thump.

“Please! T-take me with you! I’ll be good I swear! Please don’t leave me here...” He cried, tears already streaking down his face. Robert dropped to his knees in front of him and cupped his cheek, tilting his head up and thumbing away the tear.

“It’s going to be okay. I don’t want to take you because it’s going to be a crowded day. I don’t want to put any more stress on you. Luke is a good man, he’ll take care of you. I promise.” Robert soothed. That didn’t stop the tears, as Peter crawled into his lap and clung to him.

“P-please...” He tried one last time. Robert didn’t understand what had him so spooked, but he had to leave the house eventually. The sooner he got comfortable with Luke the better. There was a knock at the door, Peter fell deathly silent in his arms, Robert wondered if he was even breathing.

“It’s alright...” He whispered, unlatching him from his neck and wiping away the rest of his tears. Peter fell back on his knees as he got up and opened the door.

“Hey Rob!” Lukar greeted, his dark hair pulled back into a short ponytail, and bright green eyes. He could be a model if he wanted to, but IT suited him better.

Robert caught Peter trying to slink back into the bedroom, trying to hide under the bed, he walked over and closed the bedroom door before he could get in. Peter whimpered in response and shoved his body against the door and cowered. Robert sighed, before finding the coat he had left on the floor not far, and draped it over his shoulders.

“Come meet him please, it’s okay.” He said, talking his arm and gently pulling him off the floor. He clung to the coat for what looked like dear life, as he nervously was pushed over to Luke, who had his arms politely tucked behind him with a smile.

“Luke is going to be nice and stay here for an hour or two, isn’t that right?” Robert asked, standing behind Peter, so he couldn’t run away.

“That’s right! it’s nice to meet you.” He smiled, slowly reaching a hand out to him. Peter jumped and cried out in fear, twisting his body and trying to jump away, only to smack right into Robert. “Oh, no no It’s okay...” Robert held him in his arms.

What was he supposed to do? He was so scared of everything, and nothing he did helped. Was he just traumatizing him over and over again? Should he just cut him loose in the house and let him do what he wants for a week? All he could do was his best until Winola found a better suited owner, and that was anyone but him.

“Peter, I trust Luke with my life. I also trust him with you, I promise you he’s not going to hurt you. If anything he’s going to spoil you if you let him.” Robert chuckled.

Peter let out a shaky breath. He was being an embarrassment to his master, and he needed to toughen up and take it. As scary as he was, he’s been so patient and kind towards him. He shakily turned around to face Lukar, who thankfully had taken the rather obvious hint, and put his hand down back behind him.

“Are you alright?” Robert asked, he nodded his head in response. “Alright, Luke, behave.” Robert joked, as Lukar broke down laughing. “I’ll be on my best behavior, don’t worry!” He laughed. Was that sarcasm? That was sarcasm, right? Robert gave him one last pat in the hair, before slinging the keys around his finger, and heading out the door.

He stopped in the doorway and glanced back at Peter, who was left standing in the middle of the room alone, trembling, looking up at him with a pitiful expression. Robert gave him a comforting smile before turning to leave. Peter looked at the man he was left with.

Run

Don’t run, behave.

RUN

His instincts screamed in agony, as he stayed frozen in place. His heart jumped when Luke turned to look at him. “... Sooo... Do you want to... Watch a movie or something?” He awkwardly rocked on his feet.

No, I want to run and hide

“Mmm.. Mmaky..” He muttered. Anything the man said, he had to say yes to. He was nothing but a Pet after all, that’s his one job. Lukar turned the TV on and kept the volume low.

He glanced over at the man trembling on the couch who had slunk onto the very far side. How was he supposed to talk to a Pet? What do you say to one? What if he accidentally said something that would set him off? It was like walking on eggshells. Peter was bundled up with the coat defensively wrapped around him.

“If you want a snack or anything, just let me know, okay?” He asked. The man flinched, but was too nervous to respond. “I know where Rob’s hazelnut stash is.” Luke smirked. Peter couldn’t help but to let off a small smile.

Finally, he was breaking the tension, that is, until a very big dog began to bark right outside the house, Its voice booming. Peter yelped and toppled off the couch hitting the floor, bruising his knee in the process.

“Shoot! Are you alright?” Luke asked, jumping to his feet. Peter was unreachable, his heart was racing from the sudden noise and the pain in his knee. He was panicking, breathing heavy as he hid under the coat on the floor. “That’s my dog... I’m so sorry! I’ll be back in one minute!” He called, running out the door to collect his great pyrenees that was going ballistic. He must have not secured the dog run properly, and she found her way outside the house knowing full well where her owner was.

‘Come on girl! Get back in there!” He beckoned. Her tail wagged as she looked at him excitedly, but ceased the barking and booked it back to the house. He closed her back in as quickly as possible, before running back to the house.

“Peter?” He called, he wasn’t where he left him. He scoured the house desperately looking for him, but there was no sign.

Robert happily pushed a cart through the store, full of canvases, paints, puzzle, board games and a block of wood. He didn’t want him to handle any of the wood carving tools, but he wanted to make him something fun. Maybe a dog, or a horse carving. He hoped whoever took him would be nice enough to let him keep it if he liked it. His phone abruptly rang.

‘Rob! I.. Uh.. Don’t be mad! Okay, you can be mad...”

“Luke? What happened? Is Peter okay?” He asked.

“Well, Poppy got out of her pen and started barking, it scared him, so I ran out and got her back in and now I can’t find him!” He hollered.

“Luke It’s been thirty minutes!” Robert cried. “Okay... Did you check under the bed? That’s his go-to spot when he’s scared." He thought. “I... No, no I didn’t.” He muttered.

Lukar slowly opened the door to the bedroom and crouched down. Sure enough, there was the coat hiding a very scared man underneath. “Yeah, he’s here.” He took a breath of relief. “Let him be, I’m coming home.” He said, making a U-turn with his cart.

Lukar hung up the phone and let out a shaky sigh. Robert was probably never going to trust him again, and now all he could do was sit on the floor and watch the silent figure tremble. In hardly any time, Robert was already home and sprinted from his car to the house, but stopped at the door to quietly creep in. He scared even Lukar as he appeared in the doorway, glancing under the bed. “I’m sorry.” Lukar whispered. “It’s okay, it’s not your fault.” He whispered back. He nodded him out the door, as he took his place on the floor.

“Hey sweetheart.” He soothed. He twitched, but didn’t respond. “Everything is okay now, I know you got scared. I’m right here.” He reached under and touched his shoulder. He didn’t move, he didn’t even twitch. That wasn’t a good sign... Robert couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to make sure he was okay right now. He reached under and gently pulled him out.

He unwrapped the coat from around him, he was sweating, and his eyes half open, distant. He felt his forehead, he had a fever!? Robert slid his arm under his knees and lifted him, placing him on the bed. “Oh no no no no...” Robert muttered underneath his breath. Peter only laid silently on the bed with one hand barely clutching the coat, he looked exhausted, it seems all the stress finally hit him.

And it hit him hard.

Robert pulled the blankets up around him and tucked him in, brushing the hair out of his face. “It’s going to be alright...” He soothed, before pulling his phone out. It was answered almost immediately.

“Robert! I’ve been waiting for you to call! How’s my boy? Are you taking good care of him?” Winola asked.

“...”

“Err, about that. I could use your help.”

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leelysian · 3 years

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Hyunjin as your older brother AU 💖✨

genre: fluff

word count: 2.2k

warnings: swearing

Disclaimer: I do not personally know Hyunjin. This work is purely fiction and my own idea. I took inspiration from his on screen persona. Please do not translate or re-upload my work.

☆ Let's start with you as babies.

☆ Hyunjin wasn’t too bothered with the idea of having a sibling.

☆ When your parents first broke the news to him, he was pretty indifferent.

☆ Your parents honestly thought he’d throw a tantrum or something but indifference was something they didn’t have in mind.

☆ They slowly tried warming up to the idea of having a younger sibling to him, things like protecting them, taking care of them, sharing things with them etc.

☆ He wasn’t too keen on sharing.

☆ Your parents diverted his mind from that thinking they’d deal with it later when it came to that in the future.

☆ Initially Hyunjin would be nonchalant but once he saw how invested your parents were for your arrival- creating a nursery, making baby clothes, buying baby stuff etc. Hyunjin slowly got more curious.

☆ Y’all know how his unnerving stare is, he’d just stare wide eyed in blatant curiousity at his parents preparing things.

☆ He’d look at his mum eating weird things to satisfy her pregnancy cravings with disgust and sometimes mild curiousity.

☆ “Why are you eating *insert craving*?” he’d ask. “Baby likes them.” your mum would say. "Oh. Baby's weird."

☆ That would make her laugh.

☆ Days pass by and finally the third trimester arrives. The baby is healthy and kicking.

☆ The fam was watching tv one fine evening when your mum felt a kick and gasped. Both dad and son jump up "What's wrong?"

☆ "Thebabykicked!" she said quickly in a word vomit. "What?" "THE BABY JUST KICKED!"

☆ *cue the freaking out*

☆ She grabbed Hyunjin's tiny hand and pressed it against her big bump when Hyunjin gasped in shock. "WOAH! BABY REALLY KICKED MUM!"

☆ "You were like that too, son." your dad would tell him. "I was?" he'd ask and point to himself and both your parents hummed in agreement.

☆ "You should talk to baby more, I'm sure baby can hear you." your mum told him as she ruffled his hair. "Okay mum."

☆ Thus, in random times he'd say things like "Come quickly." "I can't wait to see you." "I'm eating *insert food*, I think you'll like it but you have to come quick."

☆ Occasionally, he'd cuddle with your mum and rub her belly with lotion or body oil and he'd feel another kick which resulted in the room filling up with giggles.

☆ "Stop kicking mum so much, you'll hurt her." he'd scold. "It's okay baby. I'll be fine." your mum would say.

☆ Finally, the time for your birth came. Hyunjin was somewhat calm but inside he was all sorts of jittery with nervous excitement.

☆ After your parents had a moment with newborn you, Hyunjin was lifted up on the bed by your dad.

☆ The entire time he was quiet but wide eyed in barely concealed curiousity.

☆ Your mum gently placed you in his arms and your dad supported his arms so you were held securely.

☆ Hyunjin stared at you. Your eyes were closed. He raised a small hand and stroked your soft cheek and you stirred so he quickly pulled away.

☆ You opened your eyes into uneven slits and yawned and he smiled. "Cute hehe."

☆ He stroked your cheek again and your even tinier hand grabbed his finger. He gently shook your hand and rocked you in his arms.

☆ Hyunjin vowed he'd protect his new sibling. "He’s/she’s so small." he couldn't help but wonder out loud. "They grow quickly." your dad said.

☆ Fast forward, you were growing, and soon you started to babble and crawl.

☆ Hyunjin would always be keeping an eye on you.

☆ As all babies do, you had a habit of putting everything in your mouth. Everything.

☆ "NO Y/N DON'T EAT THAT." he exclaimed as you were about to put some sort of scum you found on the floor from your crawling adventure in your mouth

☆ He'd scream suddenly graced with the scene of you playing with the toilet water.

☆ Since you have the tendency to put everything in your mouth. He took a sour candy and handed it to you.

☆ You stared at the small, weird, colourful thing. He waited for you to do something.

☆ You put it in your mouth, grimaced heavily, dropped it from your mouth and frowned.

☆ Hyunjin had the time of his life and his stomach hurt from laughing so much.

☆ He'd walk and do things, you'd always follow him.

☆ He tried teaching you how to walk. Standing with you at arm's length as he held your shoulders.

☆ You took quite a few tumbles but he was there to catch you and cushion your fall.

☆ Then he took a different approach and stood behind you as he held your shoulders while you walked.

☆ Slowly with help from Hyunjin and your parents you learned to walk. Now the following became easier.

☆ If he went left, you went left. If he went right, you went right, if he ran then you ran. Then you'd stumble, fall and cry but Hyunjin would laugh and help you stand up.

☆ Soon, you learned how to climb and it was chaos everyday which made your parents exasperated and Hyunjin want to pull his hair out.

☆ "Y/N GET DOWN FROM THERE. THAT'S DANGEROUS!" as if you understood what he was saying. You giggled gleefully.

☆ Once your mum cut your hair. It was so bad. Hyunjin cried because you looked ugly.

☆ Which made you cry.

☆ Both of you were crying. “MUM WHAT DID YOU DO TO Y/N’S HAIR?”

☆ You’d bother him when he was doing something wanting to be involved. He could be playing a game and you’d grab at him to get his attention. “Y/n stop!” he’d grumble.

☆ this is a true story. My mum cut my hair when I was like 1 and my older brother cried because it was so bad and I cried too

☆ Fast forward, you two are older but you’re still a smol child.

☆ You two played hide and seek. You picked the most obvious places to find.

☆ Hyunjin definitely knew where you were hiding because you always chose the same 3 spots but he'd pretend not to know.

☆ Just so he could jumpscare you. *cue the Hyunjin HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE laugh

☆ TICKLE FIGHTS!!!!

☆ Once Hyunjin was playing games. You went to him because your mum told you to go play for an hour. Hyunjin said no. “MUM HYUNJIN WON’T LET ME PLAY!” “Y/n you can play later. It’s okay.” Hyunjin has a smug look.

☆ Hyunjin reaches to grab the remote to watch tv, you snatch it before he could. “Please let me watch!” he’d ask. “You didn’t let me play before, I’m not giving up the remote.” you say and hug the remote to your chest.

☆ “You can go play now.” he put an innocent face. “No.” you refused. “What if I let you play tomorrow?” he asked but you didn’t budge. He did this way too many times. “How about I get you your favourite candy and you can play tomorrow?”

☆ “How do I know you’re not lying?” you interrogated. “I promise.” he said. You mulled it over for a while. “Fine.” you toss the remote and rush to play your game.

☆ Next time you were watching tv, Hyunjin didn’t let you play again. This time you were watching your favourite program.

☆ He snatched the remote and changed the channel. “HEY I WAS WATCHING THAT! GIVE IT BACK!” Of course he raised it out of your reach, “I’m watching now.”

☆ “If you won’t let me watch then you can’t either.” you’d move and block the tv’s receiver. He’d chastise you, “Y/n go away or else.”

☆ “I’m telling mum.” you marched. “OKAY FINE HERE” he’d exclaim and give you the remote.

☆ He loved teasing you. As a kid you were a picky eater. Hyunjin didn’t complain as much as you, of course because he’s more mature.

☆ “Y/n you should eat your vegetables. Carrots are good for your eyesight. You don’t want to start wearing glasses now do you?” your mum would lecture you.

☆ “Yeah y/n, be like me. I have good eyesight. You watch too much tv as well. That’s not good.” he’d snicker and you’d glare at him. “You play games all day which is worse.”

☆ “Hwang Hyunjin, is that true? You should be studying more.” your dad would start lecturing him and Hyunjin would glare at you for that while you smiled triumphantly.

☆ Lowkey bullied you by calling you nicknames.

☆ He’d ruffle your hair playfully but 9/10 times it was annoying for you.

☆ You two would wake up together early morning on the weekends to watch morning cartoons.

☆ Cuddle together under the same blanket until you fell asleep again because you woke up very early.

☆ He’d stand innocently somewhere, you would walk past him and he’d either pull your hair from behind or push you. “HEY!”

☆ He was probably the one who told you some childhood fantasy is a lie. Like the tooth fairy is not real. “Oops.”

☆ Fast forward you’re tweens/teens/young adults

☆ Hyunjin was tolerable but still annoying, as expected of a big brother.

☆ One of his tics were hogging the bathroom for long periods of time.

☆ It got worse because he hit puberty and now he’s OBSESSED with his hair.

☆ You’re going to the bathroom to freshen up, it’s the morning, you have school and he intercepts you quickly and locks the door. “5 minutes y/n!” You bang on the door, “HYUNJIN GET OUT! I’M GONNA BE LATE!”

☆ You need to pee, he’s already in the bathroom. “HYUNJIN GET OUT I NEED TO PEE REALLY BAD! PLEASE!”

☆ He steals your charger. “What’s your percentage at Hyunjin?” “I can’t find my charger, but mine’s at 76%.” “WHAT THE HELL GIMME MY CHARGER MY PHONE’S AT 23%”

☆ You’re chilling in your room. He barges in without knocking.

☆ “Can’t you knock?” you sigh.

☆ “Which shirt should I wear?” You choose one. “Okay thanks.” he says and leaves without closing the door.

☆ “HYUNJIN CLOSE THE DOOR!”

☆ He barges in without knocking to tell you something. He leaves but not before grabbing something closest to him and throwing it at your face.

☆ And once again, he leaves without closing the door. “HYUNJIN CLOSE THE DAMN DOOR!” haven’t you ever heard of closing the damn door nOOO

☆ You’re sleeping. He sneaks into your room. Plays something really loud. You fall off the bed. He bursts out laughing, clutching his stomach. “HYUNJIN I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!”

☆ He shakes a soda can. You walk in. “Hey y/n you want this?” You shrug, “Yeah sure.” You take it from him and open the can.

☆ PSSSSSHHHHH

☆ And you’re sprayed in sticky liquid, it’s up your nose and your eyes.

☆ You get him back of course. Spray some shaving cream on his face and his outstretched hand. Phone recording in hand. “Y/N!”

☆ You undo some of the stitches in his pants while he was in the shower.

☆ He went out wearing them. He bent over.

☆ RRIIIIIIPPP

☆ The thing is he has no idea you’re the reason his pants are torn from his ass.

☆ Since fashion is subjective these days, you two share clothes but mostly you borrowing his.

☆ You sneakily use his perfume/deodorant stash.

☆ He’s having cereal. “Can you pass me the box?” you politely ask. “Hm oh yeah sure.” he hands it to you after he finishes pouring then walks off.

☆ You tip the box and only a handful of cereal bits fall out.

☆ “Think fast!” *throws bottle* and you fail to catch it.

☆ You two take a lot of photos. You take good photos of him and he takes good photos of you. Neither of you half ass this. Photography is serious business.

☆ What’s annoying is that he takes photos with your phone and then tells you to send them to him afterwards.

☆ “Take photos with your OWN PHONE!”

☆ You two dance together at home. Your parents bought just dance for your birthday. And you two have dance battles together.

☆ You two made tiktok videos together.

☆ It’s mostly goofing off though. Hyunjin is always laughing his ass off. *cue HEHEHEHEHEHEHE*

☆ He had a habit of teasing you with embarrassing childhood stories.

☆ “I remember when you were drinking out of the toilet.” he would burst out laughing.

☆ “Yeah well I remember when you nearly shit your pants because of getting your tooth pulled out.” you retorted.

☆ “Oh really?” he’d stand tall and menacing. You pulled a Naruto. “Y/N GET OVER HERE!”

☆ Despite the constant bickering and small *cough* pranks, he was still a reliable brother.

☆ You knew he’d have your back no matter what and he knew you would do the same for him.

☆ He was always looking out for you even if that may not seem like it.

☆ There was never a dull moment in your house because of you two acting like cat and mouse.

☆ He’d sometimes say comforting things when things got too hard for you, if he had nothing to say, his shoulder was free to cry on.

☆ But that’s something you’d never change. Yet.

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But Who Could Love Me? (Rimmer x Reader) - Chapter 15 (1/2)

Warnings: All fluff!

Summary: Basically giving Rimmer the love he deserves.

It was finally exam time and Rimmer was bouncing on his feet faster than Tigger on drugs.

“Oh I can’t do this” Rimmer grumbled as he paced up and down nervously.

“Why did you agree to it then?” You smiled as he came to a stop.

“You were kissing me!” Rimmer rambled “Do honestly expect me to process anything being said to me when we’re kissing?”

“Yeah I guess not” You giggled as Rimmer continued pacing again.

“Why did you suggest this?” Rimmer mumbled “I’m gonna fail, I know I am”

“Arnie, stop pacing!” You kept your voice calm as he came to a stop in front of you “Once you get over this hurdle of anxiety you’ll smash it”

“How?” Rimmer looked terrified, he’d done the exam so many times and failed, he had next to no hope left in himself.

“You’ll be fine, take a few deep breaths and just focus on answering the questions, don’t worry about anyone else. The boys don’t know you’re taking it again and I won’t love you any less, ok?” You managed to gently move his arms from across his chest as he took a deep exhale “Darling you can do this!”

“Arnold it’s time for your exam” Holly reminded him as the door to the exam room opened.

“Oh god, wish me luck” Rimmer looked at the room.

“Arnie you don’t need luck, you’ll be fine” You stood on your tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek “Go get ‘em!”

Rimmer gave you a worried smile before walking into the exam room, you waited until the doors were fully closed before leaving. Making your way down to the hanger to meet Kryten and Lister in Blue Midget.

“Ayeee there she is!” Lister exclaimed.

“Sorry boys had to take care of something” You smiled as you joined them at the dashboard.

“No problem ma’am” Kryten smiled.

“Shall we get this baby going then?” Lister grinned as he and Kryten started the start up procedure.

“How long will this take?” You asked curiously, wanting to make sure you were back before Rimmer finished the exam.

“About an hour or so” Lister replied “No boyfriend?”

“He’s busy” You replied bluntly.

“Busy? Doing what?” You could tell he was still grinning.

“Just busy ok” You were far more concerned about how well Rimmer was doing, hoping he hadn’t just walked in the exam room and fainted or was just writing ‘I’m a fish’ over and over.

“Alright sorry I said anythin’” Lister turned to look at Kryten.

“Look can we just focus on getting to this planetoid?”

“Erm yes ma’am” You could tell Krytens panic mode was kicking in.

Luckily you and the boys really weren’t too far from the planetoid so as long as you could get the other two to move quickly you could be back in time to meet Rimmer.

“Mr Lister, sir, this planetoid doesn’t have a breathable atmosphere” Kryten turned to Lister.

“Well I guess I’m staying here then?” Lister replied sarcastically.

“Come on Krytes, let’s get this over with” You sighed, with you and Kryten not needing oxygen you decided to go and explore.

Hopping off Blue Midget you were greeted with a barren wasteland. Some kind of sand covered the surface for miles.

“Well this is a bust?” You grumbled.

“See anything?” Listers voice bellowed through the speaker in your watch.

“Nope!” You replied, putting extra emphasis on the n and the p.

“Suggest we walk around ma’am” Kryten suggested as you started walking.

“There’s nothing here Krytes?” You really weren’t in the mood.

The two of you had walked for what felt like almost 5 miles and still there was nothing.

“Krytes can we call it?” You groaned.

“Wait!” Kryten stopped, looking at the scanner.

“Kryten there is nothing here!” You almost shouted, your temper threatening to bubble over.

“But ma’am, the scanner?” Kryten replied.

“The scanners are over 3 million years old” You sighed.

“It says there’s a life sign?” You took the scanner from Kryten's rubber hand.

“That life sign...” You grumbled as you gave the scanner a good whack “Is Lister in Blue Midget!”

“Ah” Kryten replied sheepishly.

“Remind me later and I’ll see what I can do to update them, can we go now?”

“Erm of course and yes ma’am” Kryten looked at you a little embarrassed.

As you trudged back to Blue Midget, it was getting more and more likely that you were not going to make it back in time.

“So it was completely empty then?” Lister asked.

“Can’t this thing go any faster?” You groaned impatiently.

“We’re going as fast as we can man” Lister replied, a little taken back by your attitude.

“This is Blue Midgets top speed ma’am” Kryten chimed in as you took yourself off to the storage room.

As soon as Blue Midget hit the floor of the landing bay you were out the door in a heartbeat, pelting along the corridors and cursing the lifts for not going fast enough.

“My god I really am turning into Arnold” You chuckled to yourself as the lift reached your floor before pelting down one last corridor.

“There you are!” Rimmer gave you a tense smile while you were doubled over trying to catch your breath, some of your pixels flickering from running so fast.

“Sorry I’m late” You tried to take a deep breath “Lister and Krytes wanted me to go check out a planetoid with them”

“It’s alright, it was only a couple of minutes” Rimmer replied.

“How did it go?” You asked as he shrugged.

“Can we talk about something else while we wait for the results?” Rimmer asked as you took a seat on the floor with your back against the wall.

“I really need to exercise more” You laughed through deep breaths as Rimmer sat down beside you.

“Or you could just walk along the corridors like a normal person?” Rimmer smiled, placing his hand on your thigh.

“You should know by now that I’m not normal” You tilted your head back against the wall as you looked at him.

“It’s what I like most about you” Rimmer chuckled “That and...”

“Yes alright” You laughed as you stopped him “How long does this usually take?”

“A few minutes ...the longest few minutes of your existence” Rimmer continued to make jokes to distract himself from the overwhelming anxiety that was threatening to surface.

“Wake me up when they’re ready” You smiled as you let your head rest on his shoulder.

“Oi don’t fall asleep on me” Rimmer teased as he gently nudged you in the side before resting his head against yours.

“I’ll try not too” You giggled as you put your arm underneath his as your fingers entwined.

“Did you have fun with the others today?” Rimmer tried to keep the conversation going.

“Not really” You sighed.

“Really why?” Rimmer looked at you a little sad.

“Well the planetoid was empty for one, just miles and miles of sand” You replied “and I was too worried about you in that exam”

“Hey you don’t need to worry about me?” Rimmer smiled as you raised your eyebrow at him “You know what I mean”

“I just want you to be happy that’s all” You gently caressed the back of his hand with your thumb.

“I am happy, I’ve got you haven’t I?” Rimmer spoke softly as the machine in the wall in front you started making noises before chucking out an envelope “Here we go!”

Rimmer stood up first, offering you his hands to help you up and gesturing for you to take the envelope.

“Sure you want me to open it?” You asked, the envelope shaking a little in your hand.

“Positive” Rimmer took a deep breath out “Oh god”

“Remember...” You smiled opening it “No matter what this says I still love you”

“Just tell me” Rimmer was starting to get impatient, clear in his mind that he had failed “I’ve failed haven’t I? Why do I keep doing this to myself? I know I’m never going to pass the damn thing so what’s the point? ...what?”

A small smile started to spread across your face as Rimmer looked at you confused.

“So... when should I start calling you officer?” You grinned as his mouth dropped open.

“Are you...” Rimmer was completely speechless “You’re messing with me right?”

“Darling you did it, you passed the exam!” You tried to get a reaction out of him.

“Can I see it?” He asked for the paper, taking it from your hand and pausing to look at it “I ...I actually passed?”

“I told you you’d smash it!” You smiled sweetly as a grin slowly took over Rimmer’s face as he lifted you off your feet and span you round “Congratulations officer!”

“I can’t believe I actually passed it” Rimmer grinned as he put you down, his eyes meeting yours “and I couldn’t have done it without you”

“Hey this is your accomplishment” You spoke softly “Want to go tell the others?”

“They’ll just find a way to ruin it” Rimmer sighed.

“Not if they want an ass kicking from me!” You laughed as Rimmer smiled “Come on let’s go!”

You tugged his hand but he didn’t move as he pulled you back towards him.

“Wait” Rimmer held your hands in his as he leant into kiss you, resting his forehead against yours “Thank you!”

“You don’t need to thank me” You replied.

“But I want too, I couldn’t have passed that exam without your help and support” Rimmer spoke softly, his hands moving to your waist as he pulled you in for one last kiss.

“You’re welcome, officer!” You smiled, it was going to take some time for both of you to get used to Rimmer’s new rank.

“Let’s go tell the others” Rimmer replied, taking your hand in his as you started walking.

Thankfully the others were all in Rimmer and Listers sleeping quarters when you walked in.

“Oh you alright Y/N, Rimmer?” Lister mumbled not taking his eyes away from the tv screen.

“That’s Officer Rimmer to you Listy!” Rimmer smirked as you gave his hand a squeeze.

“Oh get out of town Rimmer” Lister shot him down.

“He’s bluffin’” Cat grumbled.

“You didn’t take the exam again did you sir?” Kryten looked worried.

“I knew this would happen, they don’t believe me?” Rimmer looked at you for help.

“Right smegheads, at the table!” You commanded as the other three dropped what they were doing and immediately scurried to the table, earning a slight chuckle from Rimmer beside you.

“How are you going to get us to believe he passed the exam?” Cat furrowed his brows as you gave Rimmer a nod as he stepped forward to place the exam results on the table “No way!”

“He did it? He smegging did it!” Lister exclaimed.

“Oh congratulations sir ...or should I say officer!” Kryten smiled.

“Thank you Kryten” Rimmer replied.

“How on Io did you pass that exam?” Lister still couldn’t believe it.

“Did you use a mind patch again?” Cat stuck up his nose.

“Ahem!” You loudly cleared your throat to suggest they shut up before you gave them a whooping.

“I passed because I had a little help” Rimmer smiled sweetly at you, his arm appearing round your waist as he pulled you into his side to kiss the top of your head.

“Oh for crying out loud” Lister moaned “How many times do I have to tell you?”

“Ah Listy, Y/N already ranked over you and now I’m an officer we can do whatever we want and there’s nothing any of you three can do about it” Rimmer had a smug grin on his face.

“Yeah I know” Lister sighed “but honestly man congratulations”

“Thanks Listy” Rimmer gave him a nod.

“Yeah congrats” Cat was hesitant to say it but he knew you’d never let him forget it if he didn’t.

“Hey why don’t we have a party?” Lister grinned.

“What?” Rimmer looked a little confused, he couldn’t possibly be being nice.

“To celebrate you passing the exam and becoming an officer, we know how much you’ve wanted it and you deserve a proper celebration” Lister smiled, you were starting to wonder whether you were actually dreaming, Lister being nice to Rimmer was a very rare occurrence.

“I don’t know” Rimmer mumbled.

“Hey you got a break, make the most of it!” You smiled.

“Alright then” Rimmer looked over at Lister.

“Brutal, Krytes you’re on food and drink, Cat you’re with me let’s go! Party starts at 8” Lister threw out orders before him Cat and Kryten all left the room.

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