#boi there's so much work I put off this week because I wanted to fixate and feel the slightest bit of joy in life hfhfhfh

[mymanyfandomramblings]

Mabel's perspective in Sock Opera is equally, if not more sympathetic than Dipper's: An Essay

Most people generally wouldn't consider Mabel to have a terribly sympathetic plotline in Sock Opera, even those of us who don't necessarily feel that she's horribly selfish. I think that's because, from a narrative perspective, her plotline is (as it so often is) shafted in favour of Dipper's, and from a viewer's perspective, Dipper's makes more sense. We, as viewers want to know who the author is. We, as viewers, know that Gabe is inevitably going to turn out to be some variety of impossible, and we know that the Author of the Journals is a major mystery. However, from Mabel's perspective, none of this is true, because she doesn't have the luxury of knowing she is in a TV show. Even if you take out Gabe, her perspective still makes perfect sense.

At the beginning of summer, Dipper found this journal, and Mabel has generally been pretty happy to go along with his adventures as the journal has led them, but it's clear she doesn't have the same degree of fascination with it. Maybe she may have been a little intrigued by who the Author is, she's probably a bit curious, but not to the same extent. By the time of Sock Opera, she's probably reasonably ready for the Journal fixation to be over, considering that they nearly all got killed by a shapeshifter trying to find the author. She knows that trying to investigate the author is dangerous--Stan warned them away from the supernatural, they've all nearly died multiple times, but Dipper cannot be stopped. And now Dipper has decided to spend hours and hours and hours, forgoing sleep, sitting in front of a screen, typing in passwords. The fact that Mabel tries to drag him away from it is a good thing--anyone with a relative who spends excessive amounts of time in front of a computer can tell you that. Generally, having someone close to you become deeply fixated to the point of obsession with anything can be challenging, however in Mabel's case, Dipper has become obsessed to the point of prioritising getting into the laptop above anything, and this isn't just a regular hyperfixation: this is a hyperfixation that has nearly gotten them both (plus their loved ones) nearly killed multiple times in the last few weeks. It's absolutely the responsible, good thing for Mabel to do to not enable that behaviour.

And then if you add the puppet show back into the equation, then yes, it is kind of ridiculous of Mabel to put on a whole show of that kind of magnitude just for a boy (regardless of whether the boy deserves it), however, as viewers we must accept that this is, in fact, thoroughly within character for Mabel, who is kind of ridiculous. Any kind of production of that size is a huge commitment, especially if you've given yourself a week to work, and I'm not remotely bothered by the fact that Mabel has to get everyone involved on this. And to Mabel's credit, she does try to help Dipper as soon as he appears to her in puppet form, she just isn't immediately willing to stop the show. Back in high school, my drama class did a play that I mostly wrote, mostly managed and also had a small acting role in (yes, I was an overachiever in drama), and let me tell you, it would have taken a lot to have gotten me to call off the show halfway through, much less publicly sabotage it. A demon threatening the lives of one of my siblings? Probably yes. That probably would have done it. And Mabel does allow the thing that she poured blood, sweat and tears into to go literally up in flames in front of everyone, once she realises that's what she has to do (and personally, I don't think that there's anything wrong with not immediately being willing to drop everything for this. It's not like Dipper doesn't dig in his heels about doing what's best until the very last possible second). I don't know why people insist it's not 'technically a sacrifice', because while, yes, obviously Dipper's life was more important, and she 100% made the right choice, it's not easy to wreck something you worked hard on in front of people.

All this is to say that although it's easy to become irritated at Mabel during this episode because she's hindering Dipper's ability to figure out who the author is, it's also very easy not to realise that she has a thoroughly reasonable perspective, simply because the narrative puts greater emphasis and attention of Dipper's perspective.

#gravity falls #mabel pines #dipper pines #gravity falls meta #character analysis #my ramblings

[lizzaneia-elizalde]

First off, love your writing, IT MAKES ME FEEL THINGS😭😭 but…

Can we please get more of yandre emo boy Ashton I JUST READ IT AND IM DROOLING SCREAMING CRYING GIGGLING AMD KICKING MY FEET😭🧎‍♀️🤪🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

THANK YOU❤️❤️🤭🤭🤭

(If not that’s okay, ignore this bae🫶)

Yandere! Stereotypical! Emo and his beloved popular bitch

Ayo, thank you for the compliment! I'm glad my writings made you feel things (I don't know what though LMAO)

Actually, I'm not planning to follow up Ashton, but hey, at least it would break my writer's block (lol it's just laziness) so here ya go!

Sorry that it took days though 😔

FOR THIS ONE, I RECOMMEND READING THE FIC FIRST BEFORE THE DRABBLE (this one).

Read the yandere emo fic here!

💌Little Ashton was misunderstood a lot as a child. He never really liked the same things the other children liked, and he had this morbid curiosity with death and occult.

💌Of course, this undoubtedly scared his family, making him out to be some sort of psychopath.

💌This irked Ashton of course. He's just... That. He still loves his parents, and nothing would change that.

💌But the fact that they're so conservative that it's actually bringing Ashton down is what drove him over the edge to find a school far, far away from his family.

💌A small, quaint town, yet filled with teenagers. It was kind of a nightmare when Ashton found out, but he gritted his teeth and thought that maybe, with the current years, maybe they won't judge him. Maybe.

💌So, he indulged more in his Emo lifestyle. He religiously listened to green day, Panic! At the Disco, My Chemical Romance...

💌He even got into writing poems as a way to put out his feelings that he never got to tell other people.

💌 He's actually very sensitive with emotions and feelings. So technically, he should be a great friend candidate, right?

💌But once he got into the school year, that's when he knew, that his life would be living hell. Stereotypes left and right. Mean cheerleaders and jocks that ostracized his choice of clothing, snobby rich students that turn their noses on him just because he's not that rich, geeks and nerds that keeps getting in his way, thinking he's one of them.

💌"Fuck. Get me out of here. Nobody understands me."

💌He didn't realize himself, but he's also slowly being a stereotype. Always alone, writing poems, and being unnecessarily nihilistic.

💌Until of course, one day, you transfered. You, your pink rover, and your slutty little outfit.

💌God, just looking at you and your charming personality made Ashton hard fall for you.

💌He wants you. So bad.

💌So he dabbled back into the occults. He found an old book in an abandoned "witch's hut" that he went on a mad hunt for weeks. Apparently, the witch that lived there was a matchmaker witch, who gave love potions to those really desperate.

💌At first, Ashton didn't believe it. Especially that it involves sampaguita, a flower not native to his town. How did the witch even get the flowers?

💌But there he was, mixing and creating the potion under the moonlight and putting your hair and his in the pot. Creating a love potion that smelled like the sampaguitas he had to smuggle in.

💌He wrote you letters everyday, obsessing and hyper fixating on your allure and beauty. Confessing over and over again on paper that looks old and aged with writing that looks like it came from a fountain pen. With a spritz of the love potion, he would put it in your locker.

💌God, who knew that it would work?

💌Day by day, he watched you read the letters. At first, you were disgusted (much to his dismay) but slowly, you started to read the letters with a neutral face, then a smile, then with a squeal and then a desperate plea for him to come and fuck you already.

💌Maybe putting his... Semen on your love potion got you desperate for him carnally, rather than romantically.

💌But no fretting, he would just make you fall for him.

💌And as you moan and scream out his name as he pounds into your tight hole like the feral, fuck machine he is,

💌He was pleading to the moon to see his bleeding heart and bare soul to make you his.

💌And if the moon won't allow it,

💌Well, it's nothing more love potions won't do.

💌"my beloved, why don't you drink this sweet tea I made? Why is it pink and smells floral? It's a new tea from Japan. Sakura, from what I know. It's glowing? Nonsense, love. It's probably just the lighting."

💌"Now drink up, don't let a drop go to waste."

#yandere boyfriend #yandere imagines #yandere male #yandere writing #male yandere x reader #tw yandere #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere fic #yandere drabbles #lizzaneiaelizalde

[stranger-rants]

Disabled Billy & Steve Week Day 5 featuring Billy's OCD & Body Focused Repetitive Behavior

TW - discussions of self harm, intrusive thoughts, nausea & purging (non graphic)

Billy snapped the rubber band against his wrist for the hundredth time while in the waiting room of the doctor's office. His knee bounced up and down and he counted each second of every minute, glancing up at the clock every five minutes that ticked by.

It was all he could do to distract himself from the overwhelming desire he had to drag his fingernails down his arms, picking away at the thin lines of red scabs running down the inside. The thin lines he put there that week.

Something he tries to hide in public until the urge becomes too strong and he can't help himself but scratch and pick. He knows what people must think. He's not hurting himself, or rather he's not trying to. He's stopping it. Yes, that's it. Stopping it.

Every appointment is the same. "How are your wounds healing?" "Okay." "Oh, don't pick at the scabs. I know it's tempting, but they won't heal properly that way." A nod. "Are the pain medications working?" "Fine, I guess."

Hopper picked him up after the appointment. The ride was silent. It almost always is. There isn't much to say to one another, and Jim has given up trying to ask him how these appointments go. The answer is always the same. A shrug. It's fine.

It's not fine.

Billy's eyes fixate on the veins in his wrist. He rubs his thumb against it, tracing them. Hopper glances at him as he does this and it makes him feel uneasy. Coughs. Says they're having pizza and wings and soda tonight, "so think about what you want."

Another nod that doesn't tear Billy away from his fixation. His nails drag experimentally against the skin there. His thumb digs in like a dull knife, tracing the blue green veins, making half moons with his other fingernails that don't draw blood.

"What are you doing?" Jim says, irritated. That makes Billy jolt up, eyes shifting immediately away from his wrists. Getting caught floods him with a sense of shame, but he doesn't really understand what's so shameful about it.

"Nothing."

"It doesn't look like nothing "

Billy closes his eyes. "Just leave it alone, okay."

"Can't leave it alone if you're hurting yourself, Billy."

"I'm not!" Billy snaps, because he isn't. He's fixing it. He's stopping it. Hopper just doesn't understand.

Jim sighs. Every day feels like one step forward and three steps back with the boy. He understands what he went through before The Mindflayer. He can even relate to some of it, but it's hard to understand everything else. He tries, but it's never enough.

That's what the therapist is for, but with Billy refusing to open up it's been hard for him to make any progress there.

Billy sinks into his seat. His brows furrow, and the thoughts pour. His arms tingle. His blood turning thick and black like tar. The smell and the taste of chemicals in the back of his throat nauseate him. He tries not to cry.

It's there inside you. It's in you, and you have to dig it out. You have to make yourself well. You have to fix it. You have to make yourself clean, and there's only one way to do that. The doctors can't fix it. Only you can. Only you can dig it out. Dig it out. Fix it.

It loops through his head, and Billy pulls and snaps the rubber band against his wrist again to make it stop but it wont stop. When he gets home, he slams the door and locks himself in his bedroom. He pulls out his tweezers and picks all his scabs off.

Billy comes out of his room for dinner. Jim hands him an unopened liter of soda. Billy wont touch drink he doesn't open himself anymore. It's one of a number of strange behaviors Jim has had to get used to, but he doesn't fight Billy on it.

He figures it has to be a control thing. The Mind Flayer must have put so many things into his body without his permission that Billy needs this. That's half true. The other half being that Billy thinks that everything and everyone is trying to poison him.

Billy knows that's not right or fair.

Hopper isn't trying to hurt him, but what if Hopper didn't know it was poison? What if he just washed his hands and the soap got in the bottle? What if he didn't wash his hands and germs got in the bottle? That could kill him in his weakened state.

So Billy takes his fate into his own hands and opens his own bottles. If he makes himself sick, then Jim doesn't have to feel bad about it when he dies. No one should feel bad about him getting sick or dying when it's his fault and he should've stopped it.

Billy eats a couple chicken wings, but when he finds a black vein standing out against the white meat of the chicken, he stops and stares at it. It's in there. It's in your food. Spit it out. Get it out before it's too late. Billy pushes away and runs to the bathroom.

He brushes his teeth after for what feels like half an hour, checking his tongue and teeth for black blood or discoloration. Satisfied with his inspection, he pulls his sleeves up to check the scabbing wounds on his arms. The wounds he put there.

Seeing himself and his work in the mirror, the guilt and shame rises in his chest threatening to choke him. God. How could anyone want to touch him like this? He just wants it to stop. He just wants it to all go away. He feels out of control and unwell and...

He needs help.

Hopper sits in the living room reading the paper when Billy shuffles in.

He looks up at Billy and frowns. Billy's eyes are red rimmed, screaming distress. His sleeves are pulled up. The angry red and raw lines stand out, and Jim tries to stay calm. It's hard not to react, but he steels himself just enough not to chase Billy away.

"What's up, kiddo?"

He's tempted to ask if he's okay, but that never goes well because he's obviously not and Billy's not good at answering that question honestly.

"I just want it to stop."

Jim stands up quickly and pulls Billy against his chest. Billy crumbles against him, sobbing. "Why won't it stop? No matter how hard I try. It just gets worse. I try so hard, but it just wont go away." He rambles on and on while Jim strokes his back.

"We're going to get you some help."

Billy snapped the rubber band against his wrist in Hopper's car. He was going to see a specialist in his condition. He had recently been diagnosed with OCD, and the past few months out of the hospital were starting to make sense.

The thoughts that were plaguing him all the time. All the weird things he did to make them go away. His inability to feed himself. The way that digging his finger nails into his skin felt good and bad at the same time.

Hopper pulled into the parking lot.

"You ready, kid?"

Billy took a deep breath.

"Yeah."

#billy hargrove #obsessive compulsive billy #disabled billy #my writing #disabledbillyandsteveweek #i wanted to do more for this week #but i've been exhausted #i really wanted to do this one though #as an obsessive compulsive person #w/ bfrbs #billy & jim

[sugarcombsw]

Pool Guy - Nate Hardy

(I got the picture from pinterest)

warning: Smut, very explicit, like deadass too much smut and really spicy stuff i would say, name calling, unprotected sex, sex in public, being watched, watch out for Mr. Smith he's a pervert, mention of anal but no anal actually, a bit of spanking, i think that's all.

Word count: 2560 (it might be, a bit more then that, but I'm gonna stick to it)

Today was very hot day in Florida, you were visiting you aunt in Florida and staying there for a few weeks, today she was called to do an extra shift at her work and you were left alone at her house, she told you about some pool man coming over to clean the pool, so you couldn't use it right now.

You also didn't really cared for this pool guy, because from the picture you saw on her phone it was an old man. You're now sitting on your bedroom floor, trying not to pass out because of the heat, you were using a bikini top instead of a shirt and a booty short, you just took a shower but it didn't helped much, if only you could use the pool…

You're pulled out of your thoughts by the doorbell rigging, you soon get downstairs and open the door but don't look up to see who was there just yet.

“Oh hey, I'm Nate, I came to clean the pool” A voice that sounded much younger than the one you heard yesterday said, and as you look up you see a guy around you age, maybe a bit older than you but definitely not someone in his 50s.

“Hey I'm y/n, I was expecting someone a bit older, come in” you say as you give him space and he enters the house. “Yeah, my uncle was the one supposed to come but his wife went in labour so i came in his place, hope you don't mind since you called him.”

“Oh no, who called was my aunt, but I definitely don't mind and I'm pretty sure she won't mind either, since she's at work, so it's the two of us.”

“Oh, great then… I'm gonna start working” Nate says giving you a cute smile, you smile back at him and shows him the way to the backyard and leave him there to do his job, you were now sitting in the living room on your phone giving the pool boy glances every now and then, he was pretty cute and attractive you thought to yourself. A few more minutes passed by and you were still feeling very much like melting, you looked to the backyard again and right in the moment you saw Nate taking off his shirt, you saw his tattoo, that amazing six packs abs and THAT happy trail, you were lost in your thoughts and didn't notice he had caught you, when you snapped back into reality Nate was staring at you with those beautiful brown eyes, he had a slight smirk to his face and then shaked his head getting back into cleaning the pool, you also looked away but couldn't deny you wanted him.

You were now trying to figure it out, how to have the good looking pool boy on your bed? or being honest in whatever place he wanted, the huge glass door that lead to the backyard was connected with the kitchen and then you had an idea, you got up from the couch and went to the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of orange juice, you got the jug out of the fridge, the cups were all in the kitchen counter top which was amazing for your little plan, you bent over to reach the cup which made your ass be on full display for Nate to see it, you looked ver your shoulder to see if he had noticed and what you saw was him staring at you and your ass with a fixated look, then you acted like you weren't doing anything and got your juice and went back to the couch.

After a few more minutes, acting like you weren't doing anything you went out to backyard and lay down on your stomach on the sun lounger, then you undid the knots of your bikini, taking it away and putting it to the side, your heard Nate's chuckle. You had your eyes closed but felt a presence behind your back.

“Whatever you are trying to do y/n, I hope you know is working sweetheart.”

You hear him say, which causes you to smile a little and you open your eyes and look up to your right side where he stands with his hands on his pockets, you rest your chin on your hand giving him the most innocent look you can. “I don't know what you're talking about Nate.” You see him shake his head again, then he gets down with his face close to yours as he whisper in your ear “I really liked the way you bent over, it was a really good view.” He says as his hand hand reach you ass and then you felt the tips of his fingers caress your bare back, “Go on princess, you just have to ask me and I'll help you out”, he says now looking into eyes as he takes a strand of your hair out of your face.

You turn to him, not able to keep your little game anymore. “Nate, please, fuck me.” He smiles at you “That will be a pleasure princess.” You start to sit wanting to get up but Nate stop you right there, “No baby, you gonna take all of me right here.”

“But Nate, there's no gates around the property and my aunt has lots of neighbors, what if one of them catches us? Mr. Smith is at home around this time and that man is a pervert.”

Nate laugh at your comment, “Let poor Mr. Smith enjoy the show then baby, is not like you don't have your titties out right now showing it to everyone to see, all because you were so needy that you had to tease and seduce the poor pool boy right?” you bite your lips holding back a whimper at his simple words. “This will be your punishment for being such a naughty girl, I'm gonna fuck you right here in this backyard where we have the risk of everyone around us see us fucking, seeing how well my good girl can take me and most definitely hearing how loud I can make you scream my name, is that okay with you babe?” You just nod at him, “I'm gonna need your words pretty girl.”

“Yes Nate, is okay to me, just make me yours and let everyone knows how good you make me feel, please.”

“Aww, such pretty girl begging to me.” Nate says as he finally kisses you, the kiss was messy and there was a certain urge to it, he quickly moves to your neck and you let out a few whimpers, you are definitely gonna need all the make-up in this world to hide the hickeys he's giving to you neck. “I'm gonna mark you pretty good, so you won't forget this any time soon babe.”

He quickly moved from your neck, giving his full attention to your boobs, that man was having the best time of his life playing with your nipples causing you to let out a few soft moans, he then went down kissing our stomach all the way to the hem of your shorts looking back at you waiting for you consent, to which you just nod your head, he then pulls down your short along with your panties, you now find yourself totally naked in front of him just like you wanted, the risk of getting caught was causing you a different feeling you were a bit scared but still heavily turned on.

“Spread your legs for me princess, I want to get a good look at you” you feel your breath hitch, no man have never made you feel this way, you do what he told you, your spread you legs as much as you can, giving Nate the sight of every detail of your pussy and making him see how wet you were for him.

“You look so delicious baby” Nate say with a smirk to his lips and a devilish look to his eyes, you feel the faint touch of his finger to the folds of your pussy, and you see a really concentrated Nate paying attention to you, well… your pussy. “Nate, please…” you say skimming a bit because of his really light touch. “be patient pretty girl.”

You can finally feel the pressure of his thumb against your clit, as he circles it, his index finger is still playing around with your folds and teasing the entrance of your vagina, he was really good with his fingers that's for sure, he finally stop playing as he slides one finger inside of you moving it in and out slowly as he speaks. “You gonna keep eye contact with me and if you look away I'll stop, and by stop, I mean stop everything, you'll put your clothes back on and go back inside, got it?” you just nod at him, the feeling of his finger already being really good for your to speak. “I want to hear your words doll, did you got it?”

“y-yes Nate, I do just don't stop please” you say rolling your eyes back while you could and bitting your lips, he gave you a quickly nod as he started to eat you out, both of you maintaining eye contact without breaking it, he added one more finger to you and you have to admit, it was really hard to hold the eye contact and you were trying even harder to control your moans, since you didn't wanted to get caught, not right now when it was getting so good.

Nate worked wonders on your pussy, eating you out like a starved man and by now you had already came twice and was now going for the third one, you didn't wanted him to stop but you really wanted to feel his dick inside of your.

“Nate please, I need you to fuck me, I need your cock inside of me right now, please.” you say pleading for him, you would beg on your knees if that's what he wanted, but you needed that man, and you needed him now. “Anything for my princess.” He say as he got rid of his shorts and underwear, you took a good look at him and how big he was.

“Oh…wow” that's all you could say. “Like what you see baby? you gonna take all of it like the good girl you're, huh?” He tells you, “Turn around, on your hands and knees and really arch that back for me okay? I want to see that ass up in the air as I fuck you.”

You couldn't deny him that, could you? so you quickly get on your hand and knees, arching your back as much as you can, giving Nate a great look at your ass, you then feel a sting pain but a good one when he hit your ass with a smack. Then you felt the tip of his cock teasing your folds and he finally slips into you, he was big but you were so lubricated from when he was eating you out, that he slipped with ease, he started pounding hard into you, he was having so much fun spanking your ass that you can bet it was fully red with the mark of his hands by now, you also felt him spreading your ass cheeks while spitting in it and then you felt his thumb playing around you asswhole but never putting it inside.

“I'll save this one for the next time okay princess?” you were a moaning mess but managed to nod your head and whisper a quiet yes at him, “You feel so good pretty girl, so fucking good” he say, the only sound around the two of you was the skin slapping against each other, and your loud moans that you're no longer holding, fuck if the pervert of Mr. Smith or if whoever was walking around was going to listen, the amount of pleasure you were feeling in that moment was all you wanted to focus at, you were feeling that you were going to cum again, you looked over you shoulder to look at Nate, and you can't help but notice a person trying to hide with the curtain window at your aunt's neighbors house clearly watching you, but you don't care, you couldn't care less, “Nate, I'm coming” you saying looking at him while moaning his name as you close your eyes with you eyebrows scrunched, “I can feel it princess, you're clenching so good around my cock, you can come babe, just come all over my cock.” He says and you can't hold it any longer, you just let it go as you cum all over Nate's dick, making a big mess on him and you lay you head on the soft sun lounger that you're still on, Nate keep slamming his hips against you a bit longer and he finally pulls out, stroking his dick a bit and then finally coming all over your ass.

You have your eyes closed trying to steady your breath, as he kiss all the way from you back to your face, which cause you to smile. “Are you tired baby?” you just nod you head, and he takes a few strand of your hair out of your face, you feel his finger touching his cum that sits on your ass, “open your mouth pretty girl, I want to see you taste a little bit of me.” You open your eyes and finally look at him, his sweaty face making him even more attractive then he already is, you open you mouth and stick your tongue out as he brings his fingers to you mouth, you lick his finger cleaning them good as the salty taste fill up your mouth, he gives you a smile and get up, “Come on princess, let me take care of you now, get up.” You just shake you head “nooo, I'm too tired, I want to stay here.” He chuckles at your attitude, “Come on babe, you don't want to stay here, that pervert is still watching us, let me take you inside okay?”

“Okaayy" is all that you managed to say, as Nate holds you in his arms and you wrap your legs around his waist, you both made it to your room and he quickly start to fill up the bath, he also went downstairs and got you a bottle of water and two of your favorite snacks as the two of you waited for the bath to be ready, when it was done you two got inside, he bathed you paying attention to body and cleaning you up, he then dried you and you both decided to take a nap, since you were still tired and so was he, you fell asleep in his arms as he cuddled you, the two of you still very much naked but thankfully your aunt wouldn't come back for the next five hours.

#nate hardy #colby brock #nate hardy x reader #sam golbach #sam and colby #nate hardy imagines #nate hardy x yn

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@lawlightweek2022

Day 7: Moon | Secrets eclipsed or exposed Light buys an Instant Pot and L has some concerns about the matter. Or: eighteen years after the Kira investigation, L and Light are still very alive and very happy with one another, apart from Light's inability to use kitchen appliances. Content notes: Suggestive content. Teen and up audiences. Language note: There was no way to translate this both coherently and humorously -- 'itadakemasu' is a phrase said before eating. 2.4k words. Read here or on AO3

Light has purchased an Instant Pot.

L discovers this when he comes home to find Light at the kitchen table, staring at the box with the sort of fixation he usually reserves for L in the nude or particularly challenging Ikea furniture manuals. He does not look up when L enters.

“What’s that?” L asks, hitching his grocery totes over his hip so he can kick the door shut. Light hates this — apparently it damages the sill — but if he isn’t going to help L carry anything he will have to suck it. He pulls off his shoes, shoves them vaguely to the edge of the genkan, then steps inside.

“Mm,” says Light. Then, “It’s a 9-in-1 Smart Multi-Use Pressure and Slow Cooker. It can also make cakes.”

“Amazing,” L tells him. “Can we afford an 9-in-1 Smart Multi-Use Pressure and Slow Cooker?”

He wouldn’t say that Watari’s generosity had come with strings, exactly, but it certainly hadn’t extended far enough to pay for his forty-three-year-old former charge to laze about all day now that he’s stepped down as the world’s three greatest detectives. These days, he has a job in an office. He does audits. He is paid acceptably, has flex time, and is permitted to keep a live fern at his desk. It isn’t particularly exciting, but it takes up exactly eight hours of his day and nothing more. Not once has he been called upon to kill someone.

“It was thirty-percent off.”

“I see.” The bags are digging into his arms. His back is absolutely killing him. He waddles into the kitchen, then drops them into the table beside Light. Light startles, and looks up at him. “I bought everything we need for curry. And groceries for the rest of the week. And toilet paper, and dish soap. I got the moisturizing kind so your hands won’t crack. It’s cream-and-rose. But the curry is the most important part, because the vending machine was broken at work and I’m starving.”

“Oh,” Light says. “We can cook it in the instant pot.”

“Yes. We can cook it in the instant pot.” He ruffles Light’s hair, then leans down to kiss him on the crown of his head. “If you don’t help me put these away,” he says, affectionately, “I will strangle you to death and no-one will ever find the body.”

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He burnt the book, incidentally. After they caught Kira. Kira being Light. Caught meaning L had sacrificed a person’s life to test the Death Note and thereby discovered that all the evidence suggesting Light was anything but a mass murderer was based on fabricated rules.

By all rights, he should have sent him off for execution, but he just couldn’t do it, not after all that. And anyway once he’d destroyed the book Kira’s power was gone, zapped out of existence, so there would hardly have been any point. His beloved boy had been resurrected brand-new and harmless. Light is aware of what he’s done, but only because L told him; he doesn’t remember anything at all. The task force hasn’t wanted him to die, either, so letting him and Misa go was an easy sell.

So that was that. Everything got sorted out in the end. These days, L doesn’t think about it all that much. Sometimes at night. Sometimes when the sun strikes Light’s eyes just right and he is reminded of his capacity for cruelty and coldness that had once lived inside him. Of the rot on their hands, and the secrets they’d buried. But mostly he accepts the second chance he gave them both.

---

L stands at the sink, chopping up carrots and potatoes while Light hovers beside him, being of absolutely no help whatsoever. He’s poking at the Instant Pot, trying out all the setting and eliciting nothing but a series of erratic but pleasantly melodic beeps that fill up their tiny kitchen quite nicely.

The sun sets early in November and it’s already dark outside; the window is set right in front of their sink, and through it he can see an orange moon hanging low in the alley, cut through with the tangled cables that run from rooftop to rooftop. If he reaches out his hand, he can feel the chill through the glass, but in here it’s warm and gently lit.

Between them, a pan of hot oil and onions sizzles on the stovetop. Light is standing much too close to it, and L is half-watching to make sure he won’t get splattered with oil.

“I think you should read the manual,” L tells him.

“I don’t need a manual to use a kitchen appliance,” Light snaps.

This does not appear to be the case, but L decides to focus on lopping off the carrot tops rather than arguing. This knife is the last remnant of a set Sayu got them as moving-in present ten years ago; it is aquamarine and cuts about as well as a stick of salami, but L is very fond of it. She's got two children, now; he and Light keep a box of Lego in the closet for them.

Light pulls at a little knob at the top of the Instant Pot. It comes off in his hand. “It’s not broken,” he says, before L can say anything about that.

“I didn’t say it was. I just think you should read the manual. They explode, you know. If you depressurize them incorrectly.”

“Pressure cookers do. This isn’t a pressure cooker. It’s an Instant Pot. It has safety features.” Light sticks the knob back in place. It wobbles, then falls off into his palm. He slams it down and it stays.

L tries very hard not to laugh. He sweeps the carrots and potatoes into the pan, tilting the pan towards himself so it won’t spit on Light, then pats his hands on Light’s shirt to get rid of the dampness from the vegetables. Light swats his hands away, but there's no real irritation in the action; he does it lazily, and his fingers brush against the backs of L's hands for long enough that L suspects he'd mostly wanted to touch him.

He's gotten gentler as the years marched on. Sharp, still, and quick with his tongue, but he'd grown out of that vindictiveness he'd used to carry around with him. He doesn't stand out in a crowd anymore, and L thinks that helps. People want to much from young people, and Light had courted that even more actively than most. He's thirty-six, softening at the edges, the hint of crows-feet visible when he smiles, which he does much more than he'd used to. He hasn't quite hit middle age yet, but L thinks it'll suit him when he does.

L has himself become abruptly and dramatically visually older. It had happened two years ago, like walking straight off a cliff. His cheeks had gone gaunt instead of sharp, and white had started shooting through his hair at a frankly alarming rate. People had confused him for a university student all throughout his thirties, but all of a sudden young people were springing up to offer him seats on busses. At first, he’d found this more disturbing than he’d expected it to — he’d always thought he’d take to aging gracefully — but he doesn’t mind anymore. There’s both fear and comfort in having a body that will become what it what will become and whose progress cannot be disguised.

He straightens out the Light’s collar, then taps him on the nose. “Light,” he says. “Love. An Instant Pot is a pressure cooker. It’s the brand name for a type of pressure cooker.”

“It’s not. It’s a pressure cooker and a slow cooker and a steamer. And it makes yogurt and cake and porridge. It’s a combination unit. You didn’t have to sauté any of those because we could have done it in this thing. And don’t do that. It’s infuriating. Now I have potato sludge all over my shirt.”

L widens his eyes. “It seems you’ll have to take it off.”

When Light turns towards him, his expression is incredulous. “Are you serious.”

“No.” He really hadn’t been. It’s six o’clock. He’s just gotten off work. He’s about ready to eat the furniture. “Absolutely not. I’m starving. He points beside Light. “Could you pass me a spatula?”

Light does.

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It’s a disaster. It’s an absolute, unqualified disaster.

L and Light stare into the pot, looking at the sludgy mess. It’s mostly water, lightly diluted by curry roux, with some vegetables swimming at the bottom. The onions, he notes, are nicely caramelized.

“Perhaps we should order a pizza,” L suggests. “Why,” Light says, with a level of stubbornness and self-delusion that L had not realized he was capable of. After eighteen years, Light still has the capacity to surprise him. That’s true love.

“It looks fine.” At best, it looks like dishwater.

“It really does not.”

“It does. It’s fine. Get a ladle.”

“I do not want to do that.”

Light spins on him. “Don’t you love me.”

“What?” L stares at him. Light stares back, unflinching. There is something faintly wild in his eyes. L gestures towards the pot, trying to draw Light’s attention towards the very clear evidence that every single thing about it is horrible. “What does that have to do with anything? This looks terrible. It looks like we put vegetables outside to get rained on. If we put this over rice, we won’t be able to eat the rice.”

“Sit down,” Light says. He jerks his head towards the table, which he’d set with bowls, spoons, and some very nice indigo hand-cloths they’d bought from a trip to Montreal a few years back. The cloths don’t have anything whatsoever do with Montreal, but they’d bought them in a little shop filled with crystals and patchouli which they’d ducked into to escape from a sudden downpour. They’d got some tor Misa, too, and she’d sewn them into a shockingly nice set of pillowcases. The woman who’d sold them has offered them a ten percent discount if they posted a picture of the shop on Instagram, which Light had done before deleting the post the second they walked out the door. He’s very fond of them.

The authoritative tone Light has decided to take would have been quite attractive, actually, if he hadn’t been about to make L eat a puddle of turmeric, raw potatoes and absolutely perfect onions. Maybe L should have made him take off his shirt after all. Perhaps then he could have pretended this was some sort of fetish.

L sits down at the table, pulling one leg up under the other.

Determinedly, Light takes both bowls and fills them with rice. He ladles the curry over them. His back is turned towards L, so L can’t quite see what he’s doing, but he’s taking quite a while, and L suspects he’s having trouble getting enough curry to fill the bowl, given that it’s essentially just a very upsetting tisane. Then he goes to the fridge, takes out the Tupperware container of beni shoga, and drops a little into each bowl. L had made it last weekend. It was incredible beni shoga, incidentally. Light had given him a hard time about the wildly uneven sizes but L feels that this provides a sense of homespun charm. And anyway Light has been eating them straight from the container every single day since, so L is pretty sure he likes them.

Light returns, looking murderous, and puts a bowl in front of L. He sits down across the table.

L stares at it. It’s very wet, brownish rice with a healthy serving of equally wet and brownish vegetables, topped with slivers of bright red ginger.

“Itadakemasu,” Light says. It sounds like a threat. L mumbles it back, then picks up his spoon to prod cautiously at the mess. A carrot slides easily across the rice. Light takes a bite. L looks up to observe his expression. It is very carefully neutral. Light takes another bite. And then another. And then another.

“It’s good,” Light tells him. “It’s great. I’m glad I bought an Instant Pot.”

“Okay,” says L. Gingerly, he takes a bite, then freezes, and very carefully swallows. He looks up at Light. “This is horrific.”

“It’s not. It’s good.” Light takes another bite. L stares at him, watching his throat bob. He waits. Finally, Light sets his spoon down. “Fine,” he says. “We should order a pizza.”

“Oh, thank God,” says L, then springs to his feet. He heads for the phone, then takes a step back. “But it really is a nice Instant Pot,” he adds. “We’ll give it another try tomorrow. You got a very good deal. I’m very proud of you.”

Light looks pleased.

---

So Light was Kira. So he killed a few hundred people. Marriages are about overcoming obstacles together. They are about compromise, and about respecting differences. They have been together for eighteen years, now — nineteen, come December — and they have both decided to move on. Put it behind themselves. Every day is a new day, and so on.

He should probably feel guilty about some of this. About letting Kira go, just because he’d become fond of him. For failing to enact the justice he’d been raised for. For letting the idea of Kira fizzle itself out instead of offering the world the catharsis it deserved. Maybe even for telling Light about what he’d done, instead of keeping that to himself and allowing his husband to live in blissful ignorance.

But he doesn’t. Perhaps that makes him a bad person, but he doesn’t care, because the dishes are soaking in the sink and Light is pulling him into his lap, which has grown pleasantly soft over the years. The moonlight filters through their curtains and the television is playing re-runs of a show that neither of them care about. Light is laughing low and soft as he kisses L’s fingers and then his throat and then his lips. He’d comfortable and unhurried as he weaves his fingers into L’s hair. They’ve got the remnants of ginger ice-cream melting on bowls in front of them and hours which belong to no one except themselves.

And oh, he’s happy. The years stretch forwards and back and they are here to inhabit them; alive and beloved and content.

#lawlightweek2022 #death note #l lawliet #light yagami #lawlight #i don't normally like to put untranslated words but it just did not make sense otherwise & i wanted to keep the joke dfghjkdg #anyway!! thank you for running this week #it's been really fun to see the very cool things everyone has been making #.pages #i decided that after nearly two decades of marriage light has graduated from -kun

[thebestofoneshots]

☆ star

hi!! i’m not sure if this description will be helpful in the slightest but i hope so 🤞🤞

physical/ public appearance: british, mid size, chubby-ish face, 5’6, curly brown hair, freckled and usually rosy cheeked,

personality: extroverted introverted and awkward 100% UNLESS i’m with someone i know and am comfortable with, soft girl at heart and love a good fluffy fic, people pleaser so my feelings are shared with me and me only, shy in social situations, sarcastic, odd humour but funny when i know you, my social battery is controversial so i’ll deffo need time to myself but am super energetic for periods of time and like to have fun, aquarius, INTJ personality, i easily hold grudges and fend for myself if someone wrongs me

hobbies/ things about me: i love art, reading (wattpad hehe), i spend all day everyday crocheting or knitting, i get hyper fixated on piano for a few weeks then won’t go near it for the next 3 months, music is my life (i’m a harrie but also love taylor, pheobe bridgers, 1D, lana, inhaler, wallows, queen, jeff buckley etc), love love love coming of age movies (and harry potter ofc), my style is a mixture between downtown streetwear grandpa and hippie (depends on my mood), marauders gal for sure (remus or poly = favs)

i’m not sure what else there is to say so THANK YOU 🌷💌

If you want to participate in "TBOS' 400 Followers Celebration" too, you can look at this post for all the options of prompts you can choose from <3

☆ Star: send a short description of yourself and I’ll tell you who I ship you with!

Ufff, I definitely, definitely ship you with Remus, but also, somehow Sirius as well? But it was 100% Remus who developed a crush on you first. It started when you stole one of his sweaters. It wasn’t intentional; you were cold, and Sirius was carrying it around in his backpack so he gave it to you. You wore it all day, and Remus only realized you were wearing his sweater in the evening when you walked into the common room with it on.

“That’s mine,” he said with a little frown, still, finding it cute how big it was on you.

“Oh, is it? Sirius borrowed it to me earlier, sorry,” you said and took it off quickly before tossing it his way.

“I didn’t… You can still wear it if you’re cold," he told you, a little more politely now.

“It’s fine,” you told him as you approached the fireplace to sit beside it. “I’m warmer now, thanks, Rem.” You then pulled out some yarn and a work in progress from your bag and continued knitting. Remus observed you quietly from behind, wondering if he could ever do such artistic work with his own hands. He had seen you knit before, yeah, but he wasn't sure if he had actually seen you the same way he had that day.

Next time he put on the sweater, it smelled like you, and it drove him crazy because he liked the smell a little too much. He was honestly debating whether to take it off so the scent wouldn't wear off. Sirius noticed his hesitance and smiled.

“Looks like my boyfriend has developed a little crush.”

“What?” Remus turned to the boy alarmed. “What are you…? That’s ridiculous!”

Sirius only shrugged. “I also think she’s pretty,” he said, nodding to the sweater. “I wouldn’t mind sharing you. As long as it was with her.”

Next thing you knew, Sirius was casually flirting with you, not so much that it would intimidate you, but enough to make your heart flutter in despair, since you were very aware of his relationship with Remus. But then Remus started to grow closer to you too. He asked you to teach him how to knit, and even if his pieces had these huge holes at the start, he pulled through. And that’s not to mention how much he loved your classes, how you would sometimes place your small hands over his to tell him what to do, and how you’d laugh when you helped him fix a big hole. Remus was absolutely smitten.

Eventually, the boys invited you to Hogsmeade. You assumed it would be a friendly reunion with everyone. But when you walked to the meeting point just outside the castle, you realized only the two of them were waiting for you. On the way to Hogsmeade, you discovered you and Sirius also had a lot in common, especially when you started to talk about music. You told him your favorite song was 'Too Much Love Will Kill You,' and he laughed, because too much love would definitely not kill you.

At the Three Broomsticks, they talked to you about their crush and how they wanted you to join their relationship, if you were okay with it, of course. You were a little shy at first but decided to give it a try. After all, you found both boys stunning in their own ways, your crush on them growing exponentially the more time you spend with the two. Even if you weren't sure how dating two boys at the same time would work, you decided you'd figure it out along the way.

A/N: I hope you liked this, I know I've been taking so long on finishing the stuff from my 400 Follower celebration, but they'll all come out soon. If I haven't done yours, is not because I don't want to or I won't, I've just been a little too busy with work.

Much love, Lilly xx

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[sweeethinny]

How were the moments when Harry and Ginny talk and share when she was pregnant? Baby names etc.

hi nuninho, I didn't actually have them discussing baby names, but just a banal moment between them (obviously I've never been pregnant and everything I write is inspired by real stories I hear from)

hopes you like it :)

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Ginny was lying in the sun chair, watching intently as Harry set up the paint to start painting the crib, wanting to do everything the Muggle way.

She was five months old, and her belly was already bigger than she'd expected it would be after seeing Fleur pregnant and some co-workers, but she didn't really care.

Even though it wasn't that hot, it was still a few weeks before summer, Ginny was already feeling insanely hot, which made her wear Harry's underwear, bikinis and tops around the house, hating having to put clothes on, but always choosing them when they needed to leave and she knew they would be followed.

All the newspapers wanted a picture of her belly, it was even bizarre the fixation people were having with her pregnancy, and by no means did she want her baby (even still protected by her) to already be exposed for the whole world to see, so she began to increasingly leave the house less, at least in parts that she knew people would follow, and to wear clothes that were larger than her body, preventing from leaving any trace of the size or what her belly looked like. 

Harry and she had planned a trip, but ensured that the island they chose was as private as possible, in addition to being an area mostly for muggles, not being visited much by wizards due to the difficulty of apparating and using the floo in the region.

''What color did you choose?'' She asked, rubbing some more oil under her belly, knowing the baby loved it when she massaged. Her skin was warm, but Harry had placed an umbrella over her so Ginny wasn't worried about heatstroke.

''Lilac,'' Harry had taken the  work to choose the colors of the crib and wardrobe, since he was the one who made it. ''I thought it was much better than yellow or green,''

''I agree,'' Ginny closed her eyes, putting her sunglasses back on. ''We haven't thought of a name yet,''

''I thought we'd wait until we knew the sex at the time of delivery,'' he said, and she didn't need to see him to know that Harry had shrugged.

''I think it's a boy,'' Ginny placed her hand over where the baby appeared to be. ''I dreamed about it, and it seems so much more instinctive to think it's 'he' rather than 'she,'''

''My bets are for girl, you know,''

''Won't I humiliate our lineage if our firstborn is a girl?'' She looked at her husband, who, sitting by their pool, in old paint-stained shorts and no shirt, very concentrated on painting one of the woods, snorted. 

'I don't know why you still read that shit,'' Harry looked at her, adjusting his glasses on his face and wiping the sweat that ran off his forehead. ''They don't know what they're talking about,''

"Of course not, they think I'm giving birth next week, just because they saw you walking into a hospital," She closed her eyes again, only able to think about the vacation they would have in a few weeks, where Ginny could use all her clothes she had bought that made her feel very pretty.

She couldn't wait to not worry about people running after them.

Outside England, she knew they would have more peace and quiet, so even if for some reason some wizard was in the area and ended up seeing her wearing a short dress or a crop top, Ginny didn't mind; someone who didn't know them or wasn't from the press was different than those vultures, hungry for pictures.

''If they only knew I went there just to check my balls,'' they laughed. ''But let them think what they want, so they leave us alone,''

''Yes,'' Ginny opened her eyes when she heard footsteps walking towards her, watching her delicious husband come towards her, his sculptural and sweaty body, his messy hair, with ink stains all over his arms... Harry alone was making Ginny horny, something that had become more and more common these past few weeks.

All the lack of desire to even kiss Harry at the first month had now been replaced by a hungry desire that seemed to have no end.

''Hello,'' She lowered her glasses, licking her lips. Harry smiled, taking her legs and placing them in his lap, bending down to kiss her. A few more months and he wouldn't be able to do this without her belly getting in the way, she thought. ''Have you finished?''

''Yes, now I have to wait for it to dry,'' Harry kissed her neck, making Ginny giggle and squeeze her legs. ''We can do something to wait,''

''Oh, I think-'' Her mind turned to jelly as her husband kissed her breasts, easily lowering the fabric of her bikini so that one nipple was exposed.

Ginny was angry that she didn't even have the right to walk around town without privacy, but having to be locked in the house with Harry, being so horny, was something she would never complain about.

#hinny #harry x ginny #my fic

[thrushforreal]

A new crime lord called the Red Hood has been taking up a lot of Batmans time. He's got the Bat running all over the city and still somehow finds time to mess with Robin as well. It must have gotten too much for Bruce to handle because the twins find themselves standing at the door of Wayne Manor.

After Jack and Dana's deaths, Tim had tried to bring back good old Uncle Eddie. He didn't last long, Bruces paranoia, causing him to check up on the two constantly. Worried that the Red Hood had somehow found them.

Suffice to say that not long after the two of them found themselves in Bruce Wayne's custody with permanent rooms in the family wing. But Bruce was still concerned with the Hoods fixation on Robin, which brings them to now.

"I'm really fine, Bruce," Tim grumbled, kicking one of the suitcases next to him. "I don't need to go to the tower. You don't need to bench me!"

Bruce just let out a hn in response and put the suitcase he had Tim pack in the back of Dicks car. "It's for your safety," he said, closing the trunk with a huff. "Just until we catch the Red Hood." Tim wasn't happy with this response at all.

"Why doesn't Trace have to go?"

"Maybe because I don't have a murderer after me?" Trace snarked from where they stood in the doorway of Wayne Manor. "Besides, you get to see the others, so which of us really has the worst of it here?"

Tim didn't reply to that. He just walked up to her, gave her a hug, and went back to the car. Only then did he say something, "I guess you're right, I did get the better end of the stick."

Dick and Tim got in the car and drove away. It would have been faster to use the Zeta in the Batcave, but Bat paranoia strikes again. So Bruce is having Dick drive Tim to a Zeta further away to use.

~a week later~

"There you go, all bandaged up!" Thrush exclaimed as they put a Green Arrow bandaid over the standard field bandages dressing the wound of the child in front of them. It was nasty, but at least it was only caused by a fall and not something more dangerous. "That wasn't so bad now, was it?" they asked the kid, pulling a handful of lollipops from their belt for him to choose from.

The kid let out a little giggle and shook his head as he studied the options in front of him as serious as if it was a test. As they sat there a thud sounded behind them, Thrush not startling only from their training. But that did remind them of somethings.

One, they are a bat, well bird, but the same thing. Two, they are in Crime Alley right now. Thrush never really realized how much of the area they patrolled dipped into what is now classified as Hood territory. And Three, the child in front of them was not scared in the slightest. Something they know is not something Batman can do.

"Where is he?" The mechanical voice growled behind them, only after the kid took his pick of lollipop and scampered off.

"Can't say Hood." Thrush replied, hands up in the air as she turned around, her own voice modulated by the device in her bandana over her mouth. "You don't exactly have good intentions, do you?"

He stalked closer, "I don't need good intentions. For him or you, you're on my terf, by the way."

"Some would say it's mine."

"They would be wrong, now where is he."

"Don't worry, Robins safe." Thrush said, putting their hands down. It was an interrogation. Intimidating, yes, but he knew if he wanted information, he could hurt them. "Somewhere that's not here, at least." As they finished their sentence, they grabbed their grapple and shot it, swinging away from the angry yells of the Red Hood.

"Guy needs to get a different hobby," they mumbled to themself. "Obsessing over a teenage boy is not a good look."

~ with Tim 2 days later ~

Tim loved his friends, he did really. But sometimes he just needs some peace and quiet. Time to himself. And here he found himself, practically middle of the night, sitting in the kitchen area.

The light overhead was barely enough to see the computer in front of him. He was planning on working on cases that he hadn't had time to yet since he'd left Gotham. But with quiet came thoughts, and not the thoughts he wanted.

His strayed to the conversation he had with Trace a couple of days ago.

"The Red Hood did what?" Tim said, his surprise carrying in his voice.

"He's cornered Nightwing and I like three times trying to figure out where you are!" Trace laughed over the phone, rummaging with something on their end of the line. "He even got Bats one time. After their talk though, it seems he'd had enough and hasn't been out in a while. Probably thinking up a new strategy to get information."

Tim hummed, "Well, we don't know that for sure, but one can hope."

Their conversation didn't last long after that, delving into mundane topics until Trace had to hang up to help Alfred with something. But Tim can't stop thinking about the Hood. Why would he just disappear like that?

He didn't think on it long as his coffee ran out. He sighed and got up to make a new pot. Tim leaned tiredly against the counter as it brewed, he drinks more coffee lately than ever. Sure, a cup here or there, but with his workload as Robin Tim has found himself downing whole pots one after the other.

When the pot was done Tim grabbed it and returned to his seat at the table. As he sat down, a chill ran down his spine. Something was wrong. The lights flickered above. That shouldn't happen, not here, not with their funding. "Kon?" Tims called out, voice shaky.

"Sorry little birdie," said a voice from the darkness, mechanical. "Not Kon."

'Not Kon.'

~ Trace a couple hours before ~

The streets of Crime Alley are still void of the Red Hood. Thrush flitted from one rooftop to the other, searching alleyways. Some working girls, on a corner. 'Perfect' They thought, swooping down gently behind them. "Ladies." They called out, startling them a little.

Before they could speak though Thrush started again. "Sorry, I don't have much time. Have you seen the Hood lately?"

"Hood?"

"He hasn't been around for a good couple of days, spread word about how he was off to see a birdie and he'd be back soon."

"Shit." Thrush was already off before the ladies could say anything else, hand reaching up to her comm. "Oracle," She said. "Oracle, I think I know where the Red Hood is."

~ Titans Tower ~

A finger dragged along the wall, leaving a long red streak behind. Footsteps echoed in the hall, followed by the beeping of a keypad and the shutting of a door. All that was left was a soft, gurgling sound in the living room. Not 5 minutes later, running sounded from somewhere else in the tower, yelling coming not long after. As it got closer, it became clearer

"-m! -im! Tim! TIM!" Nightwing dropped to Tims side at where he laid on the living room ground. On the wall written in tims own blood were the words:

Jason Todd Was Here

#batman oc #trace drake-wayne #tim drake-wayne #dick grayson #batman #jason todd #nightwing #thrush #robin #red hood #oracle #barbra gordon #teen titans #konner kent

[leffee]

Alright I feel like I gotta step up my game so here go!

- pepper sometimes steals the boys shirts because they are very comfortable and similar to the boyish style she likes to rock from time to time

- minka has a habit of wandering off so the girls got her a child leash so whenever they go someplace she’ll most likely get lost/separated from them for her safety she’s leashed (they play rock paper scissors to decide who’s in charge of her at the time)

- speaking of wandering vinnie has trouble with that also especially because he’s also easily distracted but Russell didn’t want to do what was done to minka out of embarrassment so he came up with a better solution holding vinnie’s hand.why does this work you may ask? Because once he does vinnie won’t be the one to let go first or ever he loves the attention to much especially since it’s a way to show off that he’s in a relationship in public places

- Zoe simply cannot leave the house without makeup on she feels naked without it everyone has tried to convince her that she’s naturally very pretty but she won’t buy it m. the only one who’s seen her bare face is pepper and she misses that Zoe alot

- Sunil is not a morning mongoose he hates being up early and loves his sleep everyone knows not to (wake the bear so to speak) because of you do you get who pepper calls mr. Cranky all day long ( give him coffee and you get mr. Tolerable lol

- Russell once a year takes his dad to go visit his friends who for a week host a get together in rotation to hang and catch up the dads have fun while the sons babysit them his dad looks forward to it every year and Russell does his best to make him happy because he himself finds it hard to be there for his dad like he should and the guilt from that is something he’s working on fixing

- pennyling tells stories at the library since she’s so good at them she loves it so much and has become a favorite of the children parents often try to hire her for parties and get togethers but she often politely declines because it would put to much on her plate

- minka collects alot of random things she’s gets a little fixated on a thing for a while either because she likes it or thinks she can make art out of it somehow.so she now has alot of random things in general with her for that reason (including her friends fur) “it’s not weird it’s art!” - Minka

- (Touching from the other post) yes vinnie absolutely loves Russell’s body it took him a bit to actually be comfortable with vinnie seeing him in such a vulnerable state but vinnie was very patient and told him he didn’t care how long it took for Russell to do anything in their relationship he was just happy to have someone to give all his love to in fact every chance he gets a hug here, a hug there! here’s vinnie! hugging him ( vinnies used to the quills part at this point)

- sunil speaks Hindi to his parents and Sharukuh but still feels rusty doing it at all he even tried to practice but I tried to get his parents to speak more English for him - side note I do think vinnie can speak Italian because of his mom he just doesn’t use it that often anymore-

- speaking of psycho vinnie he throws an absolute fit if Russell or Sunil have to leave him for a long period of time for any reason crying, screaming, kicking, punching, begging, clinging on for dear life for them to stay he’ll do ANYTHING he can think of ✨side story✨ one time Sunil had a small surgery and vinnie waited for him with so much anxiety when the nurse said that Sunil was able to have visitors vinnie saw his chance and wouldn’t leave him once he made it in the room. He hates hospitals and didn’t like that Sunil was in one. he had to be dragged out kicking and screaming trying to get back in the building. (He did try a few more times to go back but was not successful)

- penny has a hard time seeing leftovers in the fridge because she doesn’t Believe in wasting good food.she is always tempted by them and gets anxious when she sees that they never end up getting eaten.

- sharukuh is super over protective over Sunil he’s also super into cars and learning how to fix them and collecting the ones he thinks are cool. he’s also likes to call vinnie “little buddy”no one knows how it started but vinnie now answers to it. vinnie kinda looks up to him a bit because he does a lot of manly things vinnie wants to learn so naturally

Ok that’s what I have for now I could’ve kept going but it feels so long now haha I hope you like them! Just to clarify I do see them as animals but more ones that act human kinda like in zootopia but they still look like themselves from the show if that makes sense

Other side note sharukuh is not bad to me he does have his own story but he’s not stuck up like in the show he actually met Sunil in college and has been in the group. since him and Sunil do also get together on some of my stories because it’s cute what they have atleast the way I like to see it

Ohh, a big, big number of headcanons is what Leffee likes! And since there's so much delight here to unpack let's start without further ado. And yes, I do have my handy dandy ice coffee with me.

okay, this one is honestly just precious. Can we all just agree that male clothes are more comfortable? Yeah? Good. Plus, it does align with how I imagine Pepper choosing clothes, so yes, basically comfortable T-shirts. I'd imagine she likes Vinnie's the most because they are super stupid, with stupid texts and images and she loves it

look, I- just... *laughs like a dolphin*. So true! She would, wouldn't she? She's on a freaking leash. I honestly don't think she would mind, the not wandering part she would, but not the being on a leash part. Though she would probably be able to escape as soon as whoever is holding that leash is distracted for at least a moment

yup, Vinnie does have a tendency to get lost, doesn't he? I agree. But omg, that solution is just the cutest thing ever! He would see something and start heading into another direction but Russell sees it in time and just quickly catches his hand, like "no". And once he does Vinnie immediately forgets about whatever he was distracted by because he's just this fixated on Russell holding his hand, ep! In fact, his tail starts wagging. Shush, I want a reptile to be able to wag his tail like a dog, is that so wrong ;-;

this is just... yeah, she would feel like it. That also, ironically, humanizes her a bit. Her tendency to care so much about looks I mean. Just adds that extra depth to Zoe. And yes, I absolutely agree that everyone has genuinely tried to convince her that she looks just as great without it. Perhaps Pepper at first was rather teasy about it but seeing how much Zoe actually cares about it she changed her tone completely and was like, "No, Zoe, I really mean it. I'm not kidding this time." On a kinda side note, I do think that at least once the boys had a conversation that went somewhat like this "You know, I sometimes wonder why our girls even wear makeup." "Yeah! I guess they look different wearing it but they look so good without it too." "True, they are all so pretty." In short: they love them and genuinely find them all so pretty. Please, give me that

yeah, I think the "It's a happy, happy, happy world" implanted that headcanon in all of our minds, didn't it? It did in mine at least. Not only that, but I imagine he just needs a lot of sleep to function normally. He's not a morning person (or a mangoose) and neither is he the night owl. He sleep all night long or suffers. And yes, he needs his coffee, I personally see him drinking literally the most bitter shit possible. Not because he likes it all that much, but because it's the only kind of coffee that wakes him up when he's up too early

oh please, this is just too precious. I just find Jerry so endearing, you have no idea how much this headcanon means to me. Also I imagine that Russell's friends just simply adore him as well (I mean, it was kinda shown in the episode so I'm not pulling that out of my ass entirely). In short: yes, great headcanon. I have a feeling I had something else to say here but I can't remember now :[

okay this just such a natural progression of Penny's story telling prowess, I'm genuinely surprised I never thought of that. Yes, she absolutely does. She could earn money from that, just saying ;)

okay, yes. As a person who loves having others' items even if they aren't in general anything extraordinary I so understand her. For example, I have this part of a pen of one of my classmates' from highschool and I take it everywhere. It's like my lucky charm or sth. Yes, she definitely has her friends' fur (and scales), tbh I do think they would be fairly easy to incorporate into art. Then again, I do think she's that kind of monkey who would never actually end up using those and just store these items until the end of time. I don't blame her. That way she can have her friends with her wherever she goes :)

yes, exactly, this boy is so full of love. Listen, he might not be a genius but when it comes to his friends, and especially when it really matters, he will do anything for them. Especially for his love interest that is Russell. It doesn't matter to him how Russell looks, it wouldn't matter if he suddenly lost or gained 20 kilograms (44 pounds), lost a limb or had 3rd degree burns, what matters is that it is Russell's body. I don't always make him unhealthily obsessive but in my mind he's always at least a bit obsessed over others, though to a more healthy degree. And about the quills part, I can't help but combine it with my headcanon that due to his constant falling and tripping his pain tolerance is above average, and with getting used to those quills? He's basically physically invulnerable

ok, not much to add here from me, I'll talk about Sharukh more later but for now let's just say I'm happy he's not an asshole in your version :>. But Vinnie? Yup, that sounds good. Did you take that italian part from my rambles? Anyway, yes. The thing is, I imagine his mother (yes, he calls her mother) knew at least a bit of English. He and his sister on the other hand were still very young when arriving to America so they learned the language much easier. With Vinnie being younger he assimilated it so easily in fact he's pretty much bilingual. But due to italian being his native tongue he still finds it a bit more natural. That's also the reason why he sometimes messes up words in English, especially if they sound similar. In short: they all learned it and since they live in mostly english-speaking country now they rarely use Italian anyway. But it does rub Vinnie the wrong way when he does. He can, he just won't. But sometimes when he forgets words in English he will stop for a second, recall the word he needs in Italian, translate it to English and then he can continue, like this: "Man, I could really drink some... uh..." "It's latte in Italian. And latte means..." "...milk!" Sorry, I always end up writing more about him than anything else, I don't even know Italian!

ah yes, Vinnie but he's fucking unhinged... so I guess just the regular Vinnie. Nah, I'm just kidding :3, anyway, yes yes and once again YES! He's best at his worst, I tell ya. It's so cool too, because anything else he can be or appear so chill abou. There's a fire nearby? Meh. He broke his arm? Happened before will happen again. But one of his friends leaving him or being in any sort of danger whether real or imaginery? He falls apart. He won't even try to stop the tears or any other reactions because they are just too strong, he couldn't if he tried. He'll cry, beg, rip his hair out, you said it all. And if everything else fails he'll just cling to that person. And that side story is just perfect. Small surgery? Sure, yeah, it's still a damn surgery in a damn hospital. He's going to panic and he's going to panic hard. He might as well be more stressed than Sunil at this point. He doesn't sleep, he just paces around and due to stress is so impulsive he won't stop at anthing. He has that feral energy, as you said, he kicks and screams, plus all that frustration combined with adrenaline just gives him extra strenght that seems impossible in his puny body and yet. That's sheer determination, desperation and instability. I mean, we've seen him when Sunil wasn't in the daycare for just one day, he ripped that thing to shreds. Two times actually. What do you think he'd do in any sort of similar situation but one that would go on longer? He's my little destruction and I love him

she's just like me fr fr. Well, kinda. But that feeling of anxiety by seeing leftover food? Now that's another good trait for a character that makes them seem more deep and that's always good

now this the moment when I talk about Sharukh more. It's so cool to see him being nice and mingling with our beloved seven pets/humans or whatever else. Him being overprotective over Sunil is actually so wholesome to see, you know, especially after how we see him act in his episode and that whole bunch of headcanons back in the day that made Sharukh Sunil's brother and made him basically bully Sunil. That was genuinely disheartening and made me really dislike this headcanon.

(tumblr was giving me some weird errors about word limit in one block so that's why there's this weird break here, I will continue directly from where I ended in a new block then)

[...] But as always I fixate on the Vinnie part. Him calling Vinnie "little buddy" is so fucking cute, it was a long time coming for someone to call him that, am I right? He's so- he's so little nnngh *cries*. But come on, that is just precious. I just imagine the whole group gathering somewhere one day and as soon as Sharukh comes he's like "Hi guys, and hello to you, little buddy." Just juust aaaaa *cries again*. See, Sharukh can be nice and even manly! I like him like that. AND Vinnie looking up to him (literally pfpfpf)? Great, just great headcanon overall

Ahh, that was satisfying, but then again when talking about lps isn't? Yeah lmao, I would love to have even more too but I guess that is enough for one post (I mean, it literally told me I reached some word limit). Not enough in general though :D. I'm always up to see more of your thoughts or headcanons, please, you have no idea how happy they make me, I really want to see more. I won't force you to do anything, but also please, please when you're in the mood and have time and want to, send more, they make me so happy. I don't care how long or short the ask is, I want as much as possible.

Alright, that's an actually interesting take, especially since based on all those human-like actions I thought you were talking about them as if they were humans. Nothing wrong with seeing them still as pets just more human-like! In fact, one of the reasons why I primaly imagine them as people is because they can do more like this, but the way you describe it allows that too so I can't complain. Yes, yes it does make sense, don't worry.

I have already talked about Sharukh but as finishing thoughts I'll add this: as long as he's not an asshole I'm happy to see him too. Plus, he calls Vinnie "little buddy", you have already won me over with that because that is just so cute. Not to mention that it also balances the girls-boys ratio. And he's tall! How could you not like him like that! Maybe I do want to kiss him.

#lps 2012 #asks #a shitton of characters #I'm not tagging all that *skull emoji*

[nim-lock]

when you’re trying to have a moment and yodito is having the time of his life

#also known as hello tumblr if my previous posts weren’t clear I am extremely gay™ #bobadin #boba fett #my art #tempted to make a sticker of the lil guy #hfhfhfh listen I am just the old man fucker. #this is my speciality. #my brain picks up a new old man like a claw machine and while this lasts it is free serotonin #my interest is extremely shallow ahaha #boi there's so much work I put off this week because I wanted to fixate and feel the slightest bit of joy in life hfhfhfh

[berrieluv]

Shaving.

I'm sorry for writing this, it was a thought I had and I couldn't be in peace if I didn't write, my apologies.

Sirius Black x Plus Size!Reader. Summary: Sirius wants to help you to shave your pussy. TW. Characters are +18, modern AU, kinda sub Sirius?, mentions of pubic hair, reader doesn't like pubic hair, pussy kisses (? idk if that's a thing), mentions of Jegulus and Marlene x Lily. I was dying to use this photo.

I DO NOT SEE/DESCRIBE READER AS THE GIRL IN THE PICTURE.

Sirius found himself bored.

Even though everyone had much things to do, he would simply do what he feels like it. He wasn't dumb enough to spend hours and days studying for a test (he could get an approving grade without trying) but he sure wasn't enough of a nerd to spend hours and days studying (he knew he could never get straight A's as Lily, Remus, Regulus and his girlfriend do), but he and James were fine with just getting on the next grade.

Unlike him, James and Marlene (who parted ways with so each one could go and annoy their partner, trying to see who, between Regulus, Lily and you would get tired first and kick them out of the room) you were concentrated on your books, trying to get the best grades for every class you were taking.

"Baaaaaaby"

You heard Sirius crying, entering to the room. Your eyes were still fixated on your book and your tiny notes along side.

"Baby, please, listen to me"

You finally look up at his pleading tone of voice. You smiled when your eyes catch him, he was the prettiest boy you've ever seen (Sometimes you would tell him Remus was so you could piss him off. He would get extremely jealous, in a really, really childish way, because you used to have a crush with Remus and both of you had your fun back in your single days, which reminds unknown by Sirius or anyone. Jealous Sirius was the most adorable thing ever, but that's another topic). Sirius had cut his hair a few weeks ago, now it had started to grow and part of it was obstructing his face, like bangs, but he hated when you would tell him about his bangs.

"Yes?"

Sirius pouts at you for using that tone.

"Why do you hate me?" You sigh, knowing where this was going, and deciding not to put any more attention on him your eyes are back on your book, his reaction was pouting even more. "Looooooooove, please. Pay attention to me"

"You're such a whore attention, did you knew that, Sirius Orion Black"

He smiles and nods when you finally get up from your desk. Sirius opens his arms when he sees you walking to him, you hug him in response.

"I miss you so, so much"

"Sirius, we haven't been away for more than two hours this past days"

"Pleeease" He pleads, gaining a confused look from you. "Let me be inside of you"

You start to shake your head, laughing "No way"

"Why?"

"I'm working on my assignments" You quickly answer, going back to your desk "And I haven't shave"

Sirius pouts even more, looking adorable, he looks at you with puppy eyes and leans in your desk, his chest obstructing your book and you look at him with a smile. He wouldn't be insisting any more into you cockwarming him, he knows how much you hate to do anything sexual when you haven't shave, no matter how much he would tell you that pubic hair really doesn't bother him, you wouldn't allow anything to happen when it's too far from the day you shaved and too near from your shaving day.

Being your number one simp and fan, Sirius knew like the palm of his hand your period calendar along with your shaving calendar. So, being Saturday 13th, twenty days far from the day he knew you shaved, he knew you will have to do it between today and tomorrow.

"Let me shave you"

You look at him, now confused, and kinda disgusted. You didn't know why but to think about Sirius, your boyfriend, or any past person who was involved with you sexually, seeing you hairy would send a sensation of discomfort and disgust.

"No"

"Baby, please"

"No, Sirius"

"I knew you didn't love me no more"

"Sirius, stop"

"Pleeeeease, let me shave you, baby"

"No" You look at him, pushing him gently from your desk "Now shut up"

Sirius looks at you in silence for a second.

"I'll do all the steps you do" He pleads "I'll put your creams, your soap, everything"

Would it be that bad to give it a try? You really hated to shaved, but you hated even more pubic hair so that's basically what has got you through all this days.

"Fine"

That fine sounded more like a question than an affirmation but it was enough for Sirius, who ran to your bathroom to get all your stuff into that little car you first bough for books but ended being more useful for skin care.

"But I'm gonna keep studying"

Sirius nots and goes into the bathroom again, getting your towel to put it on the little couch you had in your room, placing it gently and instructing you to sit, you obey him, taking your book with you and getting off your pants and underwear before sitting.

You tried to not think about the hair. It wasn't an insecurity for you, you just hated it so much it was insane. So you concentrated on your book, glancing at Sirius who seemed really concentrated every now and then.

"You know how to start?" He shakes his head with a cute little smile, getting first your chemical exfoliant to start preparing the skin gently. "You ask me if you need to know something, deal?"

"Of course, love"

You smile at him and go back to your book. A few minutes later you couldn't process a single word the book has printed in it. You were totally obsessed with Sirius working on your pussy. If someone would tell you that your future and first official boyfriend would be shaving your pussy you wouldn't believe it, not in a million years. But it was Sirius Black, the boy who could make you feel comfortable with just being there, who would never say something hurtful towards you and who would never dare to disobey you because he was totally enamored with you and he hated you seeing you mad or crying.

"Love, I need you to spread your legs a little bit more open. Your skin is obstructing the sides of your pussy"

You laugh at the petition, gaining a look from him, smirking when he notices you have leave your book aside.

It was easier to just say that the fat in your tights was the one obstructing the way, but Sirius grew up with the idea that the word "fat" was bad, and insult, and the last thing he wanted was to insult you, and even though you have tell him, "fat" wasn't a bad word, and you didn't see it as one, he would still be very nervous to call you that.

He loved your fat, let's be honest. There was nothing more that Sirius loved than being trapped between your tights, or your belly when he would give you butterfly kisses, causing the extra skin on your belly to shake.

You jump a little when he tries to shave the curve between the tights and the pussy, failing on maneuver the razor and causing a little cut. Sirius looks at you totally scared when he sees the the red thread of blood going out.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so, so, so sorry, my love. I'm really sorry, I-"

"Sirius, it's fine. It was just an accident"

"But I hurt you, that was so irresponsible of me, I'm the worst boyfriend ever, I'm sorry, darling, I'm- Please don't hate me" He cries "Don't leave me away from your pussy"

You laugh at the last sentence and grab Sirius chin to pull him near to you for kiss.

"It's fine, Sirius, really. It happens too often to me"

After the kiss, Sirius looks at you with puppy eyes.

"Can I go on?"

"Did you finish already" He shakes his head slowly "Then go on, prince"

Sirius smiles shyly and goes back to his job. Kissing your tights in the place where he cut you.

"I'm sorry" He says, still looking at your pussy.

"I told you it's fine, Siri"

"I'm not talking to you" He says, incensed at your voice, going back to talking to your pussy a few seconds after. He leaves a kiss near to your clit, in the parts where he has already shaved. "Gotta treat my pretty pussy right. I wouldn't want her to get hurt, do I?" He speaks in a childish voice and you just laugh. "No, of course I don't want that, you're my favorite thing"

Almost twenty minutes later, Sirius finishes. He already applied your creams and everything.

"You need a cotton pantie, love"

"Mmh?"

"So it doesn't tickles"

"Oh, yeah, yeah" You say, getting out of your head, where your only thought was Sirius, concentrating in your pussy and only your pussy. Sometimes in you. You would jump sometimes to make him worry only for him to apologized to between your tights. "I'll go get them"

"No, my love. I'll go. I need my pussy to rest"

#Sirius Black x reader #sirius black imagine #sirius black x y/n #sirius black x plus size reader #sirius black x reader #sirius black fanfic #sub sirius black x reader #sub!sirius black x reader #the marauders x y/n #the marauders x reader #the marauders imagine #the marauders fanfiction

[ahundredtimesover]

Inevitable (01) | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader (ft. ot6)

Genre/Tags: exes au, parents au, baseball player!JK; angst, fluff, smut (18+)

Series Warnings: foul language, alcohol consumption, minor character death, explicit sexual content in future chapters (oral, unprotected sex but be safe please!)

Chapter Word count: 6.9k

Summary: You convinced Jungkook to break up years ago so he could pursue his lifelong baseball dream. Now he’s back home, staring at you, and the little boy next to you who looks unmistakably like him.

A/N: Couldn’t stop thinking about how Yang Jungwon’s role model is Jungkook and they have similar features (especially as kids) and the sweetest smiles! Hence, the little angel we have here. I hope you enjoy this first chapter! Also, you can message me if you want to be part of the taglist!

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You stare at the grocery list, eyes squinting to try to read the words you’d half-mindedly written down this morning. 

Your boss convinced you to take Friday off when it slipped that Jungwon has been having separation anxiety lately, as he hasn’t spent time with his mother this whole winter break. 

You’d been doing overtime - on weekdays and weekends - and your boss, a mother herself, knows that overworking would take its toll on you and your son, especially as a single parent. It’s why you’re here now, grocery shopping with the little one, something he enjoys doing with you, too.

Still, it’s just one day and it’s not really enough to compensate for all the other days you work your ass off at the company, but the pay is good and the people are kind; those have been enough for you to stay the past two years. 

A smile forms on your face once you decipher the crooked words on the piece of paper you’re holding up. You can make out the word ‘banana’ right before ‘milk,’ ‘choc’ somewhere near ‘ice cream,’ and ‘bron’ just next to ‘cereal.’ Brown cereal? Did he mean cocoa pops?

Jungwon has improved his writing and vocabulary and you pat yourself on the back for the times you’d forced yourself awake during your Sunday rest time just so you could guide him on his workbook. You congratulate yourself for thinking of showing him flash cards while he scrubs himself in the makeshift tub during bath time. And you thank the heavens for your best friend Taehyung’s bright idea of setting up a blackboard on the wall on Jungwon’s side of the bed so he can doodle until he falls asleep. 

“Am I not the best uncle, muffin?” Taehyung had asked the little one then, who always knew what to answer. 

“You and uncle Joonie are the best,” Jungwon had said. 

Your kid is a ball of fluff, you’d almost think it’s genetic because you definitely are not one, but the other half of him is. 

You brush away that thought before your chest begins to tighten. You choose to think that Tae and your older brother Namjoon, whom Jungwon spends the most time with apart from you, are true softies and he’d definitely gotten it from them. 

You’re still smiling, insides warming enough to brave through the January cold until you realize that you’re no longer hearing your son’s buzzing sound that he does when he plays with his airplane. For all his softness, he does give you a heart attack every once in a while because of his tendency to scurry somewhere that piques his interest. It was probably the aisle that had those chocolates he wanted so you pick up your basket and rush to the one right next to where you are.

Your heart drops to the floor at the sight of your son standing in front of a man who’s crouching down, tinkering with the toy. It probably disassembled again and this does not earn you a pat on the back this time for forgetting to buy Jungwon a new one that’s more age-appropriate, and for not paying enough attention. 

You’re partly shocked and partly curious - he’s a shy kid, tends to run back to you at the sight of an unfamiliar person, wide eyes usually on full display when someone tries to get his attention.

But not right now. He’s still wide-eyed but he’s sporting a shy smile, one he tries to suppress by biting his lower lip. Wonder where he got that from. Such mannerisms aren’t genetic too, right?

The mystery man hands him the toy airplane, which Jungown clutches to his chest. He bows at the man and whispers a ‘thank you.’ If that man wanted to do something bad, he would’ve taken Jungwon already but he hasn’t. You’re glad that at least a kind man has found your son. 

“Jungwon, sweetie. Come here, please,” you call out, moving a bit to try to get the man’s attention to express your thanks but he’s sporting a hoodie that’s engulfing his face. Maybe you should’ve been more scared. 

The stranger shakily stands up and turns as Jungown runs to you with his eyes not leaving his little toy. 

Your eyes, on the other hand, can’t leave the figure standing just a few feet away from you, like a bad dream but that isn’t exactly a nightmare. 

He’s here. He’s home. And he looks just as gorgeous as you remember - expressive onyx eyes, pretty thin lips, defined jawline, muscular build...

His own eyes move from you to the kid next to you, trying to come up with explanations, mind reeling at what this could mean. You sounded so tender, so loving, so… motherly.

“Jung—”

“Your—”

You both say at the same time. His eyes are fixated on Jungwon, probably trying to figure out who the child is to you.

“I’m babysitting,” you panic. 

Jungkook’s eyebrows furrow and just as he’s about to open his mouth to say something, Jungwon decides to not be shy in front of a supposed stranger.

“Mama, that man fixed my plane!” He excitedly says, and you hate to crush his little moment of joy. 

Jungkook’s eyes are now saucer-like, not at all minding that you were caught in a lie but that you, the woman who’d broken his heart all those years ago, have a child. A child whose eyes uncannily and painfully resemble his. 

You and Jungkook both seem to be in a daze, your own thoughts swirling in your heads at the situation that neither expected would happen. 

You stopped watching his baseball games about two years ago and had avoided whatever news about him would come up. Except recently when you’d heard about him possibly signing with a South Korean baseball team. Looks like did because he’s here, and he hasn’t been in years. 

You’d heard from your brother that Jungkook had been doing well with the LA Dodgers and you hadn’t expected that he’d up and leave what had been his home the past four or so years to, well, come home. You’re glad he is but you also aren’t prepared for this.

Jungkook, on the other hand, had tried his best to forget about you soon after you walked out on him that December evening, almost succeeding multiple times until he gave up altogether. He came home last week, earlier than what he’d told the media, since he knew they’d be hampering him about his homecoming, given his recent signing with the Doosan Bears, one of Seoul’s professional baseball teams. 

He’d spent the past few days in Busan to visit his mother and arrived from his 4-hour drive just an hour ago. He’d hoped to reach out or run into you but didn’t expect it to actually happen today. He definitely didn’t expect you’d have a son, too.

“Mama, did you get my banana milk?” Jungwon asks, breaking the bubble of confusion and shock between you and Jungkook, both unbelieving at the reality of you finally being in the same space, breathing the same air after so long. 

“Yeah, I—” you start, placing the basket down and picking up your son, suddenly feeling nauseous. 

Your mind is a puddle of thoughts and you just know that incoherent words will escape your mouth if you don’t leave right now so you make a run for it, or at least try. You walk briskly, clutching Jungwon tightly with his arms wrapped around your neck, so you don’t see him smiling at the man following both of you. 

Jungkook calls out your name, prompting Jungwon to state that the man who’d fixed his plane knows his mother. 

There are more people with their pushcarts near the exit, making it hard for your quick escape. Jungkook is catching up and upon realizing you won’t turn back to acknowledge him, he talks to Jungwon instead.

“How old are you, buddy?” Jungkook asks, legs clearly made for this. He’s panting though, you can hear it in his voice. 

You can’t make a scene so you just try to walk faster.

You feel Jungwon release an arm and you know he’s putting out the ‘four’ sign, something he likes to do. 

“When is your birthday?” Jungkook asks shortly after.

Oh god, you think. Jungwon loves this question. “July 6!” He exclaims. 

The footsteps become faint and you’re brave enough to turn back as you near the exit doors. Jungkook stands there, dots connecting, mouth agape at what this means. 

You leave the supermarket and run to your car, hurriedly placing Jungwon on the car seat and driving away, willing the tears not to fall. 

“Who was that, Mama?” He innocently asks. 

You admit that you’d thought about the day you’d see Jungkook and let him know about the little one too many times, but this isn’t how you planned it to happen - in public, when you’re incredibly tired, and when you haven’t thought about what you’d say. 

This isn’t how you planned on telling Jungwon, too, so you tell a half-truth, like what you’d done a few times before.

“He’s a friend, sweetcheeks. He’s just a friend.”

**

The tears eventually fall about 5 hours later. 

You got home from the grocery - without your groceries, watched cartoons with Jungwon, had food delivered, then prepared him for bed. 

You’re now sat on your couch, wine glass in hand, as you try to make sense of the overwhelming emotions of seeing the man that was once your world. Technically, Jungkook still is, considering that your son is half of him. 

But it’s different now. Too much has changed since you broke up with him, since he left 5 years ago to chase his dreams of playing for the Major League Baseball in the US, the dream he’d shared with his father, the dream he’d spent his whole life chasing.

Baseball had always been Jungkook’s world; a given, you always thought, since his own father was a baseball star himself, whose dream of playing for the MLB materialized during a trip to Boston as a teenager, the blinding lights and massiveness of Fenway Park and the roars of the crowd cheering for the Red Sox so alluring that he’d made it a point to watch a live game at least once a year. 

His own career as a professional player for the South Korean league had been commendable, leading his teams to championships and even playing for the 1996 Olympics. That had been the second best experience of his life, the first being Jungkook’s birth two years prior. Marrying his wife was a close third, and it was something the pair always laughed about. You know this because Jungkook raved about his parents a lot, used to talk about them like he just lived next door to his mother - whom he called everyday, like his father was still alive.

His father didn’t have the luxury of getting scouted by American teams because baseball wasn’t as big then, but his dream of playing for the MLB never faded. Just like what his own father had done, he’d taken Jungkook to a live game every year since Jungkook was six, and tried to watch in every baseball park of every major league team. 

They’d only make it to seven though. By that time, the cancer had been debilitating and he had to give up that annual date with his only child. Watching the Lotte Giants in their hometown of Busan had been enough for 13-year old Jungkook, who’d likewise been fascinated by the game, so was waking up in the wee hours of the morning to still catch MLB games on TV. 

Jungkook was 14 when his old man passed. 

He rarely talked about his father’s death. He also rarely talked about his father outside of baseball. He was a father-coach, Jungkook used to say, not the scary, stage father type who pressured him but the incredibly supportive, only slightly critical one. He’d made Jungkook fall in love with baseball, made him have a reason to wake up everyday, made him have something work hard for, fight for. 

After he passed, baseball became something Jungkook hung onto, something he used to remind him of the man that made him who he is today. It became the most sacred part of himself, not for the popularity it gained him nor the praises he received, but because it showed the best parts of him, which were also the best parts of his father - his self-confidence, his tenacity, his grit, and his resolve, his passion for his craft.

Baseball taught Jungkook the value of hard work, of commitment, of focus, while at the same time reminding him of his physical capabilities and limitations. 

It’s why he took his Sports Science course seriously, knowing that until his last breath, he would live for the sport. He’d play until he’s physically able, and do everything else when he can’t. 

Jungkook had always been a good leader - another trait he got from his father, served as the pillar of strength of every team he’d been a part of because of his vulnerability that allowed others to trust him, to believe him.

His self-confidence may border on arrogance, his forcefulness and intensity may be perceived as aggression, but behind his intimidating aura on the field - partly personality, partly physical prowess - is a tender human being who gets excited over sweets, gushes over Ironman merchandise, likes making blanket forts, squeals over baby animals, enjoys bear hugs, and who just loves to love. 

Those were what made you fall for him in the first place. They were what made your naturally cold exterior dissolve until your heart had become bare for him, until your insecurities had become insignificant, until you’d exuded almost the same joy that he had. 

Seeing him today just brought the memories back, as if nothing has changed with what you felt for him, as if the pain you felt when you told him it was over, when you walked out and he let you, was just a breath away. 

You didn’t realize just how much you missed him until you saw him again, until his proximity reminded you how his laugh used to sound, how his wide eyes and sweet smile looked like, how his sensual touches used to feel.

The tears fall again. That pain, that love - it’s like they never went away. 

**

“Uncle Tete!” Jungwon squeals as your best friend picks up your son from the floor, swinging him around in a circle, soft laughter reverberating through the walls of your cozy apartment. It only takes a few rounds before Taehyung puts him down and complains that his arms already hurt. 

“What happened to working on arm exercises?” You chuckle.

“Don’t remind me, you know I hate lifting weights. Plus, like that would make much of a difference,” he exclaims, slim arms out, being swallowed by his sweater. “I’m not an athlete, you know?”

You flinch at the comment and so does he.

“Sorry, too soon?”

“Yes,” you say, rolling your eyes and settling in the kitchen, a bit farther away from Jungwon, whose eyes are now fixated on the TV.

“Hey, I wouldn’t have known Jungkook was back if he hadn’t decided to revive our group chat yesterday after 2 years to ask everyone if they’ve seen you recently because you apparently have a kid and he believes he’s the father.”

“Pretty straightforward, huh?”

“He didn’t wanna waste time. Didn’t even care that your brother is in the same group,” Taehyung shrugs. 

“Probably knows Namjoon won’t check.”

“True. But still, how bold of your ex.”

“What did the guys say?” You ask, curious if they ever caught on. Your twice a year appearance since college graduation seemed to be enough for them.

“Yoongi cursed. Jin spammed with theories because he’s convinced you haven’t had a boyfriend in years. Hoseok sent a video message of his reaction, which was really just him freaking out. Jimin acted surprised.”

“And you?”

“I left the group chat.”

You smack his arm, earning you a scowl. “Real smooth, Kim Taehyung.”

“Well, what was I gonna say? ‘Yeah, Jungkook. Your ex-girlfriend was actually pregnant when she broke up with you and you’re totally the father?’”

“You could’ve feigned ignorance, you know, or like denied it until I figured out what to say.”

“___,” he deadpans. “One look at Jungwon and it screams Jungkook. His name isn’t actually subtle, okay? Look at your kid, he even dresses up and eats like the father he’s never met!” 

You motion for him to tone it down but Jungwon is busy watching the Avengers cartoons in his Ironman pajamas while sipping his banana milk. 

“I’m not projecting!” You say, defending yourself because you know that’s what Taehyung is gonna say. 

“It’s not my fault that my kid chose Ironman as his favorite Avenger no matter how many times I pushed Captain America to his face, okay? He didn’t even mind the shield I bought,” you pout. 

“And he won’t drink plain milk. If it’s not banana, it’s chocolate. And he loves sweets, loves to hug people, has the cutest laugh…” You sigh, still racking your brain on what parts of your son he got from you.

“Maybe the universe is the one projecting, you know? Like it just had to find a way for Jungwon to be connected to Jungkook, if not physically then by other ways.”

“Your theory is sweet but I doubt it, Tae.”

“My theory is backed by evidence. And a father’s instinct because that shit’s real. Jungkook was still around during those first two months, the bond probably developed then.”

“Jungwon was the size of a raspberry. It’s highly unlikely.”

“Can you just stop deflecting? The father of your son is here. What are you gonna do?”

“I don’t know! Get my shit together and figure out what to say? You know I’m not ready for this,” you exclaim.

“Funny that you knew exactly what to say when you broke up with him but now you don’t,” Taehyung cocks an eyebrow.

“Are you my best friend or are you out to get me?”

“I’m just saying. You made that decision all on your own. Didn’t even confide in me,” he pouts. “I could’ve thrown some other options that didn’t require you breaking his heart and yours too, and going through all this by yourself.”

“Except I didn’t go through all this by myself,” you pat his head. “I had you and Namjoon. You were all I needed. Still do.”

“We can never take the place of Jungwon’s father, you know that right?” 

“I know, I just… He’s not just my kid’s father, Tae. He’s my ex-boyfriend too. The man I loved.”

“You mean love. The man you still think about, and miss terribly.”

You squint at him as if in question. It’s been years since you and Taehyung had shared an apartment where he’d seen you cry almost everyday. It was something he wasn’t used to because you don’t cry, especially in front of others, not when you found out you were pregnant, not when you walked into Jungkook’s apartment only to walk out of his life. Not when Jungkook skipped graduation and left early for the US. 

Everything changed after Jungwon’s birth. It’s like all the tears you never cried decided it was time. And you had years’ worth of it.

“Your kid’s a lot more perceptive than you think. He tells me sometimes that he sees you cry when you’re in bed or when you’re watching TV with him, and why else would you be crying if it wasn’t for that man?”

Of course he does. Jungwon, again just like his father, is thoughtful and pays you a lot of attention. Seriously, what about you did this kid inherit?

“The dam breaks every once in a while, I can’t help it.”

“Now you can,” Taehyung says as he gives you a hug. “You should talk to him. And soon. You know he deserves it.”

**

Jungkook stares at the ceiling, unwilling to move from the comforts of his bed. Head throbbing from the bottles of SoJu he downed with his older cousin, Jin, last night, the events of the day before are mighty clear in his mind.

He’d really seen you, the woman who once laid residence in his mind and his heart that he could not get rid of no matter how hard he tried, because you’d broken every possible thing you could when you decided to break up all those years ago. 

He remembers that night so clearly, how he’d been excited to finally spend time with you so he could ask you to go with him to the US. You chose to break his heart instead, deciding by yourself that it wouldn’t work out. The only reason he agreed was because he’d been too hurt to even think of another way, but whether he agreed or not, he knew you would’ve walked out of his life regardless.

But there you were yesterday, dressed in your favorite-colored down jacket, hair longer than he remembers, little kid in tow calling you Mama.

Mama. 

He’d just gotten back in Seoul after a visit to his mother. He’d made sure to be sneaky, as he wanted some peace and quiet before all the interviews and events he’ll need to attend because of this “homecoming” that everybody seemed to be making a big deal out of. 

He was doing well with the LA Dodgers, even had meetings and possible offers with the Boston Red Sox, the team his father obsessed over. Jungkook was well on his way for bigger things in the largest baseball league in the world. 

He  decided to sign with the Doosan Bears instead, not even his hometown baseball team. He’ll chalk it up to missing home, maybe breaking ground so he can play in the Olympics, too, just like his father. 

He was gonna seek you out, that was definitely part of the plan. He still considers the breakup as partly one-sided and he wanted to know how you were doing. He also knew he was bound to run into you because there was no escaping your circle of friends, who apparently seemed clueless as well. 

Except for Taehyung, obviously, because he’s your best friend and he definitely would’ve known. But you’re here in Seoul, how did you dodge the rest of them? And Namjoon had really been able to keep everything a secret?

There were so many questions. Jin took it upon himself to be his confidante last night because surprisingly, Jimin, his best friend, had been mum about it. Jungkook and Jin spent the rest of last night scouring through social media for any trace of you and that kid but there had been none. 

Jungkook is desperate, not just because he wants to see you but the child… looked like him. 

The grocery was a few neighborhoods away from his,  but it was next to the bank he was in so he decided to just do his shopping then. He’d been going through the sweets aisle, ready to fill the pantry of his new apartment with his favorite snacks, then he heard a thump and a soft quivering voice. 

He turned to see a little boy looking sad over his toy airplane whose one wing had been clipped off. An adult didn’t seem to be around and he definitely trusts himself more than any other stranger so he’d approached the kid and asked if he needed help.

Curious doe-eyes met his questioning gaze, until the little kid took the airplane and its broken wing in his arms and cradled them. 

“It’s hurt,” the kid had said, and he felt his heart burst at the cuteness and softness of this child. Jungkook took the toy and easily fixed it, the sliding slot probably too hard for his little hands to maneuver. He was about to ask for the kid’s name when he heard a familiar voice call out, the kid looking up and scurrying away from him.

And then there was you. 

Everything felt hazy until the kid called you his Mama. You’d picked him up and started walking away before Jungkook could even greet you. He’d seen your abandoned grocery basket, which he could easily pass up as his own because of the same things he’d buy for himself. 

The wheels were turning in his head and it wasn’t until the kid, apparently named Jungwon, stated his age that Jungkook pieced everything together. Or at least the possibility.

Could Jungwon be his child?

At the thought of this, Jungkook froze, watched your figure disappear from his sight, the eyes of the child boring into him as you walked away again. The kid let out a small smile and Jungkook had seen enough pictures of himself as a little kid in the news the past few weeks to be reminded of how he looked like, and he looked like that. It was unmistakable. 

The scene plays in his head again and Jungkook feels the throbbing of his chest match the throbbing of his head, the need to confirm his suspicions and know the whole truth seeping through his veins. He tries to calm himself down, which is difficult, but he knows he needs a level-head if the truth is what he wants from you. 

It’s just past lunchtime and he calls Jimin for help. As he enters the passenger seat, Jimin asks his friend for the destination.

“Take me to Taehyung’s place.”

**

Jungkook is running on adrenaline. With a sober mind now and a still-aching chest, he’s willing his body to relax but he’s unable, focused only on finding the truth.

There’s concern and an air of acceptance in Taehyung’s face when he opens the door to Jungkook, the idea of him showing up here having something that Taehyung has considered. Jungkook has at least half a mind to reach out to someone else before going to you. 

Taehyung welcomes him in, knowing better not to argue or match the other man’s emotions. Jungkook doesn’t ask questions though and instead heads for the refrigerator, bites his lips at the sight of the same brand of banana milk he’d seen in your grocery basket. 

He walks around the apartment, not missing the small basket of toys by the window. He opens a room that’s actually Taehyung’s art room and sees a paint set for kids, a framed photo of him with Jungwon placed on a shelf and next to it is a painting, the words “Jeon Jungwon” written at the bottom. It’s all the confirmation that he needs.

“Find what you’re looking for?” Taehyung asks, arms on his waist now, a bit of annoyance seeping through at the disrespect being shown to him. He gets that Jungkook is upset, but Taehyung knows him, knows he’s probably coming up with his own conclusions in his mind. 

Before Jungkook could say anything, they hear the front door open, Namjoon’s deep voice calling out. 

“Tae, did you get to drop off the groceries at ___’s? Jungwon’s been asking for his milk since yesterday and—” Namjoon stops as he stands by the door, eyes wide at Jungkook standing there, no doubt trying to keep himself together.

“Are you Jungwon’s father now?” He directs the question to Taehyung, the bitterness in Jungkook’s voice not lost on all the men present, including Jimin who’d been having his own battle in his mind because pretty soon, the anger will be directed at him, too. 

Jungkook is the kid’s father, he’s sure of it now, yet the thought of another man taking that role causes an ache in his chest.

“Jungwon sleeps here? Does art with you? Does he call you—”

“He calls Tae ‘uncle,’ Jungkook. The same thing he calls me,” Jimin says, essentially coming out.

“You knew? This whole time?” Jungkook yells, fists clenched as the anger builds.

“Just a few years ago but—”

“And you said nothing to me?”

“It was just 2 years ago.”

“And you’ve visited me twice a year since then and you never thought to tell me that I have a son…” Jungkook flinches at the word, unbelieving that it’s something he’d even say. 

“Look, just calm down, okay?” Jimin tries, but he knows it won’t do much.

“Calm down? I’m fucking livid. I have a…” Jungkook stops himself, willing the tears not to fall. All this time, you had a child that you’d kept from him, without a care of how he would feel.

“Jungkook, just take a breath, yeah?” Namjoon says this time, walking towards the younger man and pulls him in for a hug. “It’s a lot, I know. But just breathe for a bit.”

Jungkook pulls away, a mix of anger and sadness in his eyes. “How could she keep this from me?”

“Only she can answer that,” Namjoon sighs. 

“I need to see her,” Jungkook states after a long pause.

“I can ask when she’s free—” Taehyung offers, ready to get his phone.

“I need to see her now.”

**

Jungkook finds himself in Jimin’s car, with Taehyung in the backseat talking to you over the phone, saying that he’ll take Jungwon for the rest of the afternoon and that they’re on their way. 

Jungkook listens to Taehyung talk to you with so much care, the way he always had all those years ago. Nothing has changed, really. 

Back in college, people tried to keep their distance from you, afraid of your resting bitch face and usually cold demeanor. Jungkook had heard about you from Jin, a good friend of your brother’s, and couldn’t quite reconcile the incredibly friendly and gentle Taehyung as your best friend. 

It was one of the things that intrigued Jungkook, and he’d find out later on, after pulling all the stops with his flirting and finally getting you to agree on a coffee date, that you really did have a bitch face and you were cold if you wanted to be. 

But you were so unapologetically you that it was refreshing. It wasn’t a defense mechanism or anything, it was just really who you were, but that wasn’t everything about you - you were also caring, protective, generous, extremely hardworking, and very confident. 

Jungkook had fallen in love faster than he could throw a baseball, and he knows he can throw past 90/mph. 

You complemented each other so beautifully that fights were easily resolved, if any, dates were always exciting, and moments together were never boring, even if it was just you quietly working on a paper and him noisily studying his games. 

Taehyung was relentless in befriending you and you caved in pretty easily. “Look at the smile,” you’d said once. “Who can resist that?” You always had a soft spot for your best friend and Jungkook never minded; he’d trusted your relationship and you when you said that he never had to worry about Taehyung.

Except now. Because Taehyung seems to be a father figure to his son, being what Jungwon had needed all these years, while Jungkook had been clueless about it. 

The night you broke up with him, you left him a weeping mess and begging behind closed doors to please don’t go. He felt he’d lost a big part of him, felt the soul-crushing feeling of losing someone again. 

The loss of you was something he couldn’t prepare for and he’d spent years trying to put the pieces again, all on his own, in a foreign country, while chasing his dream. It had been hard but after some time, he rationalized in his mind that maybe you were right, maybe it would’ve been very hard for the both of you given the distance, the time difference, the busy schedules. It wouldn’t have been fair; he’d accepted that.

But keeping his child from him like this? This is too much. This is ruthless. You made a decision again. All by yourself. And he’s angry.

**

Everyone is thankful that Jungwon is asleep, although it’s a chance for Jungkook to see the little one in slumber, looking like the most adorable boy in the world. 

Jimin and Taehyung agree to leave first, Jungkook not wanting them to wait, although he’s unsure how long this conversation with you is going to last. 

You’ve been pacing back and forth since Taehyung called, informing you of the impromptu visit and Jungkook being unrelenting in his decision to speak with you today. You would’ve wanted to wait, although you know that Tae is right - Jungkook needs to know as soon as possible; he deserves that much. 

In your more than 2 years together, you barely saw Jungkook angry - that was more of your thing because he enjoyed annoying the hell out of you every time and you always gave him shit for it. 

But you two barely fought - you understood his busy schedule and were never really the jealous type, despite the presence of his “fans” (except maybe around Sora who’d named herself as the president of Jungkook’s fan club like that shit still flies), while Jungkook always knew how to make it up to you. He rarely complained, too if you ditched him to work on your projects. 

But this Jungkook is different - his nostrils are flaring, brows are furrowed, jaws are clenched you’re afraid he’d break his teeth. 

You’re different, too. You’re nervous, more reserved, not with your usual crossed arms but with fingers fidgeting at the loss of control. 

You lead him in the living room and motion for him to sit down but he dismisses you. 

“Hi, Jung—”

“I need to hear it from you,” he breathes out. “I know, god, I fucking know but I need to hear it from you.”

You take a deep breath and you say the words you’ve practiced in your head. “Jungwon is our son.” 

You see him close his eyes, bite his lips, and tilt his head. It’s how you know he’s trying to control his emotions.

The silence is deafening but you give him time to process.

“How? I mean, you were on birth control and you said you never missed…” He stammers.

“Pills are not 100%, Jungkook. It just happened,” you explain, racking your brain for days right after you took the test over how it might’ve happened. At one point you stopped; it was no use.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” 

It’s the big question, the one he’s been losing his mind over. It doesn’t matter that it happened; he just doesn’t know how you could make that big of a decision all on your own when it concerned him, the other half of the child.

“You were on your way to the big leagues. I couldn’t take that away from you.”

“But you thought it was alright to take away years with my son?” He seethes. “Fuck, ___. That wasn’t your decision to make.”

It wasn’t, not fully at least, you knew it. But he wouldn’t make that decision, so you had to.

“I made it anyway,” you respond, tone more stern now. 

With all the pain and struggles it brought, it’s the one thing you stand by; it’s a decision you never regretted. Watching Jungkook play in the ballparks his dad never got to take him to, seeing him blow a kiss to the sky before and after every game, and catching him mouth the words ‘I love you, dad’ after his interviews have always been enough to trump everything else.

Jungkook had been living his and his father’s dream. It had always felt worth it.

“Why? I would’ve stayed,” Jungkook yells. 

“Exactly. You would’ve,” you yell back. “I was sure that the moment you knew, you would’ve passed up a dream you worked your whole life for. I couldn’t let you do that. I couldn’t let you make that decision.”

“So you made it for me, by giving me none at all?” He scoffs. “Real brave, ___. And real fucked up, too.”

“It was the only way for you to go!” You exclaim. “If you had known, you wouldn’t have left, you would’ve settled, stayed behind… You would’ve given everything up.”

“Because that’s our child, ___!”

“And we didn’t plan on having him!” You shout, tears prickling on the corners of your eyes now. 

“You’ve known baseball your whole life, Jungkook. Everything you’ve ever done was so you could play in the MLB and you did. You made it happen because you had the best opportunity and you took it, worked hard, got to where you wanted to be,” you rationalize.

He’s panting as he processes your words, mind going again to that night when you walked out on him, making sense of the reasons why, those you verbalized and those you didn’t. 

“I know you, Jungkook,” you sigh, your voice taking him back to the present. “You’d take responsibility because that’s the kind of man you are. You would’ve insisted on taking care of us, on letting go of everything else for us, for your son. And I couldn’t let you give up on your dream, the one thing left of your father…”

“Don’t you fucking dare bring up my father,” he snaps at you, eyes so cold and you feel so small.

“You wouldn’t have forgiven yourself if you let that dream go for us.”

“Then you don’t really know me, ___. Because the hell would I give us up just like that. The hell would I give up time away from my son.” 

He pulls his hair out of frustration, then lets go, tears now streaming down his face. 

“I was 14 when I lost my dad, ___.”

“I know, and I’m sorry—”

“No, you don’t know. And you aren’t sorry,” he retorts, his back facing you as he tries to get himself together. “I had to watch him wither away, had to stay by his bedside and watch him take his final breath because my mother couldn’t. I was 14 and I had to be strong for my parents. And I cried, every single night, for months,” he heaves. 

He turns to face you, wants you to know how much you’ve hurt him.

“I almost quit school because I wouldn’t get out of my bed, wouldn’t talk to anyone. I told you I suffered, that I lost my way,” he continues, weeping. 

But you didn’t know this, didn’t know he suffered like this, that he lost his way like this.

“But the dream kept you going, didn’t it?” You try. “It gave you purpose; you had something to live for, Jungkook,” you continue, reminding him of what the dream meant to him. 

He’d been young but he had so many memories with his father about baseball; it had been the core of their relationship, the thread that kept them connected years after his death. 

“In return for what?” He barks. “Fuck, I would’ve given anything to have my father again. And that includes that dream, ___.” 

You stare at him, his body now crouching down on the couch, unable to fully lift himself up. You’d never seen him like this. He was never afraid to cry but this is different.

Your own tears are relentless, as if telling you that this is all because of you and you deserve this pain. You had broken this man, and you’d done so without regret.

He looks up at you, wipes his tear-drenched face, illuminating the pain, the longing, the anger.

“You took four years of my life away from my son. You robbed me of that chance. You didn’t even give me a choice. How fucking selfish are you? You had no right, ___,” he huffs.

“I just… I know you, Jungkook. You would’ve stayed and then what?” You say, trying to stand your ground, but even you don’t believe your words, at least not anymore. 

“You’ll regret it down the road? Resent us because you had to stay? How would we feel? How would Jungwon feel, knowing that his father gave up his dream for him?”

“Really? You’re absolutely sure that’s what would happen? As if I’m not resenting you now?” Jungkook scoffs. 

“You don’t know what it’s like to have someone be taken from you, to not have enough time with them. But yeah, you need to have the last say always, right?” He says coldly, allowing the silence to let you take in his bitter words.

“You can’t ever feel like you don’t have control so you make all the decisions by yourself. Hurting those in your wake before they hurt you. But it’s all good right because you stand by it? As long as it’s enough to rid you of the guilt even if it hurts everyone else?”

This is how he hurts you - peeling away your layers and throwing them back at you, until there’s nothing left but all the parts you didn’t want anyone to see. But Jungkook had seen them, accepted them, loved you despite them. 

But he’s standing in front of you. And there’s no love in his eyes. You don’t think you deserve it anymore. 

You give him this, the last say. And he takes it. And he leaves. 

Like countless times before, you fall to the floor and cry. You cry until your sounds are loud enough, until you can no longer hear your own heart breaking.

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do you have any cute (or h-word) bf headcanons for the Aot boys mie?

Of course I do, I have an ever-expanding list of headcanons for all of them, from how they react to you sitting in the backseat when they pick you up, down to whether or not they would rip your bandages off after your get a shot (spoiler: Eren, Porco, and Levi fucking would)

EREN sfw

He really likes holding hands, though it’s more of a calming habit for him. Holding hands keeps him grounded, and acts as an anchor for his anxiety; so he’ll grab and/or fidget with yours periodically.

He’ll steal your skincare if he’s over at your place, but honestly he just starts… copying it lmfao. Like, he’ll take notice of your face wash when he’s over he’s like “Oh, this is nice” and then a week later, he buys a bottle for himself. Then he buys your toner, and your moisturizer, and you stay over at his place and gotta do a double take bc he’s got damn near the same of everything at this point.

He doesn’t know if he believes that classical music actually helps him to concentrate, but he does know that he’s grown to like it, so it’s become his studying music of choice. He’s got favorite composers and everything.

He’d be upset if you didn’t steal his hoodies. That’s what they’re there for. He’ll make you steal them if he has to.

He hates standing in line. For anything. If he likes a restaurant that gets super busy at lunch, he’ll order ahead for pickup (and he feels special skipping the line). At amusement parks, he pays for the fast passes. If it’s shopping, then he’d rather just do it online.

On that note, he sucks at returning things that don’t fit/he doesn’t like when he shops online, so he honestly just keeps them, or gives them to his friends—it’s much easier than going through the hassle of printing a return label, according to him.

nsfw

He likes the idea of recording you guys during sex, but he’s honestly a little too nervous to do it—nervous about being recorded himself, and about it potentially getting out somewhere.

Likes it when you look him in the eyes when you cum. In fact, he somewhat demands it.

Similarly, he’s always watching you during sex. Mostly your face, for indications of how he’s making you feel and when you’re close to your orgasm (which is why he’s got a thing for you looking at him).

He used to hate masturbating, until he tried masturbating to the idea of you, and now he fucking loves that. He takes his time with it too—if he’s gonna jack off, he’s gonna make a moment of it: sit on his bed, turn the lights off, make sure he’s all alone and can go for as long as he wants.

Threesomes are fine with him, and he doesn’t even have to be the sole one in charge, depending on who’s joining you.

ARMIN sfw

He air-dries the majority of his clothes because he doesn’t want his sweaters and knitwear to shrink. Also, he likes the smell of his fabric softener permeating the room while the clothes dry.

On a similar note, he’s got sensitive skin—not to the point where a shirt less than 75% cotton irritates him; but he is conscious of fabrics and products he uses. Because of this, he takes extra care with his laundry, his pillowcases and bedsheets are satin as are the majority of his pajama shirts, and he never ever walks around without house slippers or he’ll irritate the bottom of his feet.

He’s scared of bugs, but he doesn’t like to kill them either. Honestly, he just kinda hopes spiders and stuff will crawl away without him intervening 😭😭

He likes board games, and has a thing for The Game of Life. He cannot play chess, even though most people would guess that he could, and he’s begun to practice by playing online versions against computers to learn.

He knows everyone’s gossip because everyone comes to him to gossip. And if he’s the therapist friend, then you’re the person who receives the summary of all the tea from him at the end of the week. And man can this boy throw a bitch fest when he’s in the right mood.

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He’s got a bit of an oral fixation, so he really likes having your mouth occupied; with his fingers, with your panties, with his dick—he’s not really picky.

Likes sex with the lights on. Claims it’s because he wants to “see all of you” (it’s really because he’s nervous he’ll fuck something up if he can’t see properly 😭😭)

He really likes making out. Like, a lot. Though it’s not something that happens often—so he builds up a lot of frustrating thinking about it, and it all comes crashing down, and ends up with you guys damn near dry humping each other on the couch for two hours.

That’s something that applies to him generally, too—he tends to let himself get very frustrated and worked up, whether he means to or not. He also thinks about sex quite frequently, and it only fuels his frustration; so when he snaps, he snaps hard.

He’d let you choke him back if you asked. Just ask nicely.

JEAN sfw

Loves studying in cafés and adores when you study with him; peeps up at you periodically when you sit across from him. He always pays for your drink, but sometimes you guys share, and he likes making a game out of reaching for the cup at the same time as you.

He’s very chivalrous, but he hates when you call him out for it, or make any kind of deal of it. He knows it’s chivalry, but he also knows it’s the bare minimum, plus he’s easily embarrassed—especially in public.

Loves having his hair played with, absolutely adores it. If you’re just holding his face, or resting your hand on his cheek, he’ll move himself further into your touch to maneuver your palm closer to his hair.

He really really really likes back hugs—giving and receiving them. If he’s standing behind you, he’ll most likely reach for a hug at some point (sometimes he won’t let go and you’ve gotta waddle with him on you). His ears get red when you give him a back hug but he always uses a hand to rest over your arms to tell you that he doesn’t want you to let go.

He can play the piano, but he doesn’t tell a soul about it. The only reason you found out it through his mom. He’s got stage fright, so he gave up on performing, but he’s really talented, and can almost play any song by ear.

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He loves the feeling of your hands on him, particularly if you’ve got long nails. Please scrape your nails against his back, or even just dig them into his biceps while he’s fucking you, it’ll drive him insane.

Along with liking having his hair played with, he adores having it pulled on—the attention and desperation in your actions goes straight to his ego and his dick.

One of his biggest fantasies is getting a lap dance from you. He’d never ever fucking say it out loud or dream of asking for it, but the idea of you stripping in front of him, down to lingerie he’d picked out for you, and teasing him until he can’t take it anymore and jumps you is something he thinks about… far more often than he should.

If you’re wearing his clothes (especially one of his t-shirts to bed, or around his apartment), he’s gonna fuck you in it. Jean has a lot of self control, but that’s one thing that’ll make him snap in an instant. And if you wear his shirt or hoodie out, he’s fucking you when you get home, it’s as simple as that.

CONNIE sfw

He studies with children’s shows playing the background. He doesn’t remember how he discovered that his method works for him, all he knows is that something about Paw Patrol makes for excellent background noise for writing his research papers.

He’s quite touchy with PDA, but if you guys are in a crowd then forget about it—because Connie might forget about you. He’s definitely left you at the grocery store before.

He eats cereal for breakfast every morning, and he’s kind of got a collection of them in his kitchen. He claims there are upscale cereals that he doesn’t just let anybody eat or even touch; so, if he offers you a midnight snack consisting of a bowl of his favorite (and very rare) cereal, then be honored.

He almost always pays with cash, but he hates change. If he gets back coins, he either tells the cashier to keep them, puts them in a tip jar if there’s one in sight, or just pours them into your coat pocket. He understands that its money, but he’ll be damned if he’s just got a sack full of nickels clanging around in his bag.

nsfw

He claims he doesn’t have a thing for exhibitionism, but with the way he’s down to fuck damn near anywhere, he might be a bold faced liar. Changing rooms, music festivals, airport bathrooms, the little corner of the multilevel parking lot that he’s oh-so-certain is in the blindspot of the security cameras... there are so few things off-limits with him.

Car sex on his bucket list… just not in his car lmfao (because trust and believe that’s something that already happens pretty regularly). Maybe his real kink is vandalism and destruction of property.

He is not above begging you to sit on his face. He will get on his knees and pant like a fucking dog for you to do it, he’s so serious. He’ll do it laying down, he’ll do it with you standing up/against a wall, he’ll do it on the couch. Break his neck please he’s fucking asking for it.

He doesn’t mind sharing and he definitely doesn’t mind watching. Honestly, he’d egg you on to kiss someone else at a party, or go as far as to seduce you into seducing someone else just so he can watch it go down.

PORCO sfw

He sends you iMessage games but only the ones he’s good at because he doesn’t like to lose. But also, if he is losing, he doesn’t want you to be supportive about it and tell him “it’s okay uwu” lmfao he wants to either cream you, or have you kick his ass; competition is the name of the game, don’t be soft on him.

He’s a morning person, and he likes going on runs or even just early-morning walks when the weather is nice. He will wake you up occasionally to join him—and if you’re a homebody, you will be joining him. He won’t be responsible for watching you decompose on the couch.

Very picky about his pizza. It’s not a calorie or grease or health thing—he just really fucking likes pizza, and he won’t excuse a bad slice.

Always pulls you closer to him in a crowd or when a group of people are walking by. He doesn’t have to, but he likes to. Tease him about it and he’ll push you right back tho, probably into a shrub if there’s one near by.

nsfw

He’s such a “No, no—answer the call” kind of mf; a sadist, if you will. He lives for torturing and embarrassing you, and that applies to sex, too.

Loves the way his hands look on you, particularly splaying his hand over your stomach when he’s fucking you. Likes the heat of your body against his, when he positions himself just right to feel the outline of his dick against you, and squeezing the sides of your tummy when he gets lost in it.

Loves blowjobs, and loves to cum on you or over your face. His favorite thing tho is pulling away just before he’s about to orgasm, and jacking himself off with your tongue sticking out, ready to swallow.

Okay with threesomes, too; but he wouldn’t like to do much to or with the third person. It’s okay if they touch you—maybe even fuck you, depending on who it is—but he’s not there to get them off.

LEVI

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When he cooks dinner, he always makes sure to make enough for you to have leftovers to take with you for lunch the following day. Especially if it’s a dish you’ve been wanting or try, or specifically asked him to cook.

He’s got a specific tote bag he brings with him to the grocery store/farmer’s market, and separate one for when he’s running other light errands.

He hates soda, not even just because it’s not the healthiest thing to drink—he just doesn’t like the feel of carbonated drinks; the only exception being when they’re mixed with liquor, but even then, it’s not his preference.

After a while, he just starts lying and says you’re married at places where it benefits you both, or to curb a longer conversation about the status of your relationship to people who are inquiring. He thinks it’s fucking weird that marriage is what shuts people up, but if it works, it works; less people prying in your guys’ business.

He likes giving you forehead kisses, and if you do it back, he’ll learn that he doesn’t mind receiving them either.

He’s such a sucker for you rubbing your thumb against the back of his hand when you guys hold hands. He might not act like he notices, but he always does; and somewhat craves little touches like that the longer you guys are together.

nsfw

He would never admit it to anyone, but birthday sex is up there for his favorite kind of sex. He never cared much about his birthday… until he realized he could get that as a gift. He knows it’s not different, but he likes it, nonetheless; one the few times he doesn’t mind having all the attention on him.

King of aftercare, though some of his methods usually lead to another round—in which he teases you for cancelling out his work, when you know he was just as willing and eager.

He likes edging himself and overstimulating you; and with his self-control, that makes for a pretty dangerous combination.

He’s strong and he knows how to use it to his advantage: maneuvering you with a single arm, holding both your wrists above your head with one hand, pushing your head down into the sheets when he’s fucking you from behind.

Sex is one of the few times Levi doesn’t mind making a mess—and in fact, he likes it messy; watching you drip onto the sheets, making you spit on his dick and fucking your face until you drool. He always goes on about how sloppy you are, how you can’t keep anything clean, but he fucking loves it.

#anonymous #i love writing but i hate tagging things here we go #eren x reader #aot x reader #levi x reader #armin x reader #porco galliard x reader #jean x reader #jean kirstein x reader #connie springer x reader #eren smut #levi smut #eren yeager x reader #alright that's enough

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Lake Chelan

Heyy💜 so i have a req for Vinnie😍 based on this tiktok: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMdaeQPS7/ So the readers that girl and they had like the most amazing date and for whatever reason vinnie forgot to ask her number so they never met again until years later the reader is actually a big tiktok star and moves in with nai. One day nai’s on live and vinnie’s watching and then the reader shows up on live and he’s like ???!!!!! And freaks out cause it’s the girl he’s never been able to forget. @canyoubuymetoast

Summary: An impromptu connection quickly turns into an unforgettable yet unrealistic one. Despite this a few years later Vinnie finally gets a second chance to reignite said connection. 

Warning: Tooth rotting fluff

Word Count: 3.4k

“You know your help would be great Vinnie.” Reggie says sarcastically while trying his best to figure out how to pitch their tent. Maria and Nate went off to scope the area since they already set up their tent, so it left the two Hacker brothers to figure out how to create their sleeping arrangements. 

“Yea yea one sec.” He responds placing his phone on the picnic table he was sitting on before looking up to see a German Shepard walking towards him. Vinnie’s eyes instantly brighten and a smile washes over his face as he calls the dog over. 

The black and brown dog trots over to Vinnie with a wagging tail and almost immediately the friendly animal starts to leave slobbery kisses all over Vinnie’s face. Vinnie lets out a laugh as he moves his face out of the way, but continues to the pet the dog. 

“Who’s dog is that?” Reggie asks walking over to his brother, giving up on the tent. 

“I don’t know it just came up to me. It’s friendly though.” 

Reggie simply shrugs his shoulders and joins his brother in petting the dog. However, just as Vinnie opened his mouth to suggest that they should call the number on the dogs collar an unfamiliar voice calls out. 

“Zeus! Where are you boy?” 

Reggie looks up from the dog and his mouth almost immediately drops open when he see’s a gorgeous girl searching the area looking for something. He nudges his brother who was still petting the dog and cooing at it in a baby voice. Vinnie looks up at Reggie annoyed before he decides to look at what his brothers line of vision was fixated on. 

As Vinnie looks over yours and his eyes simultaneously meet. Albeit cliché, Vinnie could’ve sworn he had the air knocked out of him just by making eye contact with you. He’s never felt anything like it before. 

You on the other hand quickly glance down and relief washes over you as you finally spot your dog that wandered off of your families campsite. You quickly walk over to Zeus, your dog and the two boys that were with him. 

“Zeus I should’ve known you went to mooch food off of strangers!” You exclaim to your dog who quickly walks over to your side before you finally look back up and make eye contact with the boys. As you do so seemingly the same effect you had on Vinnie, he had on you. How did you not realize how attractive he was when you were walking over to them? 

 “I’m sorry about him he does this at every campsite we go to. You would think we don’t feed him, but he’s just a glutton.” You say, heat washing over your face due to the fact your dog wandered off and found the most attractive guys you’ve ever seen. 

“No no it’s okay we needed a break.” Vinnie says nodding over to the unpitched tent while smiling at how flustered you got from his gaze on you. 

Reggie scoffs looking at you then his brother. “We needed a break?” He asks with a raised eyebrow. “Vinnie, I’ve been trying to set up the tent for the last 15 minutes while you were trying to find service so you could make a tiktok.”

It was now Vinnie’s turn to be flustered. “Pfft, that’s not true.” The blond says obviously fibbing and you simply look at him amused. 

“Do you guys need help? My family and I go camping every summer so I’m basically an expert at setting up tents.” You suggest. 

“Yea sure that would be great.” Vinnie says standing up for the first time in the last twenty minutes while smiling at you. Without another word the three of you walk over to the unpitched tent with Zeus following along. 

“My name is Y/N by the way.” You say glancing at Vinnie before kneeling down to work your magic.

“Vinnie and that’s Reggie.” 

And that was how you and Vinnie Hacker met, all thanks to your gluttonous dog who loved showing off his puppy dog eyes to strangers in return for food. Little did either of you know how much this small interaction would have an impact on the other. As the Hacker’s camping trip went on the more your family and Vinnie’s bumped into each other and finally one night your dad invited the Hacker’s over to your campsite for a bonfire. Almost instantly yours and Vinnie’s acquaintance status changed to friends. Soon enough your family and Vinnie’s family spent the rest of the camping trip together, going swimming, boating, tubbing and more. 

That was no different for the last full day of your camping trip. In fact Vinnie finally gathered up the courage to ask you on a date despite the fact you two originally lived hours away from each other. 

“Thank you.” You say glancing up to the waiter that just took away your empty plates and placed the bill on the table. You look back up at Vinnie who was already staring at you with admiration, causing heat to wash over your face. 

Too flustered to look at the boy in front of you, you take in the scenic view. You two sat out on the patio over looking the lake with mountains, foliage and the sun setting in the distance. The restaurant Vinnie took you to was one of the fancy ones in town and the two of you stood out like a sore thumb due to your clothes. Showing up to the restaurant and sitting down to eat in a normal t-shirt and shorts was the equivalent of eating at McDonald’s in a prom dress and suit. Yet, the disapproving stares from other patrons made the whole experience even more memorable. 

“This is very nice thank you Vinnie.” 

“Anything for you.” He says softly, placing his hand on the table in which you take without hesitating, causing both of your heart beats to increase. 

“Do you want to hit O’Riley’s after?” You ask, referencing the ice cream shop the two of you went to seemingly every day of the trip to cool off on your walk back to the campsite after a day full of activities. 

Vinnie pulls out his wallet from his shorts to pay for the expensive meal while looking at you with a smile on his face. “Great minds think alike.” 

Without another word you two leave the fancy restaurant hand in hand while receiving glares from the regular patrons. Throughout your short walk to the popular ice cream parlor in town the two of you reminisce about the past week and a half together. It honestly felt like a dream. 

“You know I wanted to hold your hand on the hike today, but I couldn’t keep up with you and Zeus.” Vinnie says, recalling the hike you guys went on along with Reggie and your brother. 

“Clearly you need to work on your stamina, City Boy. That incline wasn’t even that bad.” You joke poking Vinnie in the stomach before leaving his grasp to wander over to the menu of ice cream flavours. Vinnie was infatuated with everything about you and he adored how you made fun of him for being from Seattle. The blond lets out a laugh and follows you, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing his chin on the top of your head as he analyzed the menu as well. Almost instantly you melted into his touch. 

“Okay Snow White.” He retorts back remembering how basically every animal or even bug seemingly gravitated towards you throughout the trip. 

“What can I say Vinnie. I’m just that captivating.” You say turning to look at Vinnie before winking. 

After a few minutes of waiting in line and you changing your mind on what flavour you wanted for the fifth time the two of you finally order and make your way over to a bench nearby. You weren’t a stranger to Lake Chelan and what you loved most about the small town was how close everything was. In fact the bench you and Vinnie decided to sit down on wasn’t too far from O’Riley’s, but it was close enough to the lake to witness the scenic view in full. 

Once you two sat down you guys instantly turned to each other and tapped the other’s ice cream cones, causing some of your ice cream to transfer to Vinnie’s and some of Vinnie’s to transfer to yours. You introduced this small practice to Vinnie on the third day of hanging out together. In which the reason behind it was simply because you’ve been doing it ever since you were little for good luck and to have a small taste of the other person’s ice cream. 

Vinnie watches as you taste his flavour, red velvet while your eyes light up, causing him to smile. “Holy shit yours is good.” You say before taking a lick of your flavour which was blueberry cheese cake. The blond laughs in amusement as your face of delight quickly turns into disgust. 

“Yea I definitely should have gotten yours or moose tracks.” 

Without hesitating Vinnie softly takes your ice cream cone out of your hand and switches it with his. “There you go.” 

“Vinnie, no this is yours.” You say reaching for your ice cream back, but he simply puts his hand above you and ultimately out of your reach. 

Vinnie laughs playfully as he watches you attempt to reach the cone with your original flavour from your spot beside him. “Y/N like I said earlier, anything for you.” 

You roll your eyes at the blonds cheesiness, but you end up sitting back down placing your head on his shoulder while heat washed over your body at how he made you feel.  

The sound of kids riding their bikes, crickets and birds splashing in the lake could be heard while the setting sun continued to reflect off of the water. “It’s so beautiful here.” You say after swallowing your last bite and taking in the view in front of you. 

“Yea it is.”

You turn to Vinnie and your heart begins to race when you notice he was already looking at you. Some may think this moment was cliche, but to you it was perfect. In fact your hopeless romantic dreams were being fulfilled. 

Vinnie’s gaze on you was intense and you couldn’t bring yourself to break it. Instead you found yourself flickering your eyes down to his plump lips and back up to his brown eyes. Vinnie follows your lead and his proximity causes your breath to hitch. 

Without wasting another second Vinnie finally moves in and acts on what he has been wanting to do ever since he got to know you. His lips meet yours and you instantly kiss back, wanting for this to happen for a while yourself. 

The kiss was short yet sweet and passionate while leaving both of you flustered. You place your head back onto Vinnie’s shoulder, your hand finding his and intertwining your fingers. A comfortable silence falls upon you two as both of you take in the perfect moment.

“I don’t want this trip to end.” Vinnie says breaking the silence while rubbing his thumb across your skin and admiring the scenic view in front of him. 

It scared Vinnie how fast his feelings for you developed and continued to do so and he was quite frankly disappointed that you guys live so far away from each other. Although you both lived in the same state you lived closer to Portland while he remained in Seattle. You two created a once in a lifetime connection throughout a camping trip and it seemed as if it was going to end just like that. 

“I promise I’ll say goodbye and give you my number before we leave tomorrow don’t worry.” You say lifting your head off of Vinnie’s shoulder before placing a kiss on his cheek. The whole trip you refused to give Vinnie your number or social medias simply because you realized their was more to life than the internet. You would rather be going hiking or playing in the rain than being on your phone, which Vinnie adored considering he was so consumed with his platform on TikTok. 

However, your promise would ultimately be broken when Vinnie woke up the next morning. The blond boy walked over to your campsite with a small bouquet of wildflowers he picked along the way. He could hear the beat of his heart in every step he took, knowing this would be the last time he saw you for a while. 

When Vinnie reached your campsite his heart and the bouquet of flowers simultaneously dropped at the same time. Your site was empty. In fact, it looked as if you and your family didn’t even stay there. The only thing that proved that you were there were the tire tracks of your families RV. Now the site was ready for the next group of campers to come in and make their own memories. 

Even though you and Vinnie only spent a week and a half together it felt like you two created a lifetime worth of intimate moments and memories. He doesn’t understand how he got so attached to you in such a short amount of time, but he did. The blond boy lets out a deep sigh before turning around to go back to his site, leaving the memories you two created and flowers he brought you behind. 

- 

Vinnie lets out a big yawn as he stretches in bed. He grabs his phone and checks the time. 2:43pm. The night before the blond streamed Valorant on twitch until 4 in the morning so there was no wonder as to why he was just waking up. Deciding to stay in bed for a little longer, Vinnie cuddles into his sheets and opens TikTok, Hera joining him a little bit later.

As he scrolls he likes a few and comments on some of his friends posts. However, his incessant scrolling comes to a stop when his for you page lands on a video of Nai’s. Vinnie watches it, but as he does so a familiar face is shown causing his heart rate to increase while butterflies erupted in his stomach. Who knew that one person could still elicit these feelings out of him two years later?

There was no way. It couldn’t be you in the video. Yet there you were in Nai’s tiktok showing off your gecko. You looked the same, but so different at the same time. Vinnie couldn’t help himself, but to watch the tiktok a few more times, every time his smile getting bigger and his heart fuller. 

Luckily for him Nai tagged you in the caption in which Vinnie took this opportunity to check out your profile and make sure it was actually you and his mind wasn’t playing tricks on him. Right away he knew it was in fact you. 

You had just under a million followers and were on the brink of getting verified. As Vinnie scrolled through your profile he finds your first tiktok that went viral and ultimately kick started your career. The video was of you eight months ago running and dancing around in the rain in the middle of the road. Vinnie smiles as he watches and he couldn’t help, but to feel flustered at the fact he finally found you after all these years. 

It made him happy to see that you seemingly stayed the same personality wise. From what he remembered you loved everything about nature and animals so there was no surprise to see your account full of videos of you enjoying what you loved. In fact your most viral videos consisted of your ring neck parakeet, Athena. 

Just as Vinnie was about to hit the follow button on your account a text from Alex popped up. 

I was planning on throwing a chill party tonight is that okay?

He clicked and stared at the message for a few seconds. Seemingly Nai would be invited which meant if you were with her still Nai would likely bring you as her plus one. 

Yea ofc. 

Vinnie spent the rest of the day going through your social media accounts. He wanted to follow you on every platform possible, but he didn’t want that to creep you out so he decided it was best to wait and see if you came tonight. After all his odds were looking in his favour as the time until the get together dwindled and you and Nai continued to post with each other. 

The blond walks out of his washroom freshly showered with a towel around his waist and into his large room. He could hear a bunch of voices and music coming from down stairs so the party must have already started. Just as Vinnie was about to drop his towel to get dressed a familiar voice is heard from the other side of his door. 

“Knock knock!” Nai shouts. 

“One sec!” Vinnie calls out quickly, throwing on boxers and a pair of black cargo pants before rummaging through his dresser for a shirt. “Come in!” 

Almost instantly the door flies open revealing Nailea in all her glory. Vinnie glances over to her in hopes you were with the brunette, but his hopes fall when he see’s you’re no where to be found. 

“You seriously need to stop making thirst traps in the shower we all thought you slipped and died with how long you were taking.” Nai says walking into the room and flopping onto Vinnie’s bed. 

Vinnie lets out a laugh while he continued to look for a shirt he wanted to wear, his mind being clouded with thoughts of you. Nai was wearing the same outfit she was wearing in the instagram stories she posted with you today so where were you? 

Just as Vinnie turns around, putting on a shirt with the intent to discretely ask Nai about you a familiar, but nostalgic voice could be heard in the hallway over Alex’s loud laugh from downstairs. “Nai?” 

“In here!” 

“Jeez this house is huge I need a map just to leave the washroom.” You say walking into the unfamiliar bedroom. As you do so your eyes lock with Vinnie’s and both of your heart rates increase significantly. Heat washes over you under Vinnie’s gaze and you couldn’t help, but to feel confused. He looked so familiar, but you couldn’t put your finger on where you recognize him from. 

Vinnie on the other hand felt as if his heart was going to beat out of his chest. Throughout the past few years he imagined scenarios where he would run into you back at home or at Lake Chelan, but finally being in your presence again caused him to not know how to act. 

“Y/N this is Vinnie the friend of mine I wanted you to meet.” Nai says looking at you. “And Vinnie this is Y/N. I think you guys will click instantly especially since you’re both from Washington.” 

“Nice to meet you. Can I sit?” You ask nodding over to Vinnie’s bed where Nai was sitting, petting Hera. 

“Y-yea of course.” The blond stutters out causing his cheeks to go red. However, a pang of hurt rings throughout the boys heart when he realizes you don’t remember him. 

Quickly you make your way over to Vinnie’s bed and without wasting another second you extend your hand out for Hera to smell before petting her. Vinnie watches as you do so. You looked even more beautiful than when he first met you two years prior, if that was even possible. Although you looked slightly different due to the fact you graciously grew into your features Vinnie could tell your personality stayed the same as you continued to gravitate towards animals. 

“What’s this cuties name?” You ask scratching under Hera’s chin, causing her to purr before you smile at Vinnie. 

“Her name is Hera.” 

You let out a gasp, “Did you know Hera was married to Zeus?” You say, recalling your past obsession of Greek Mythology. By now Nai was zoned out of your conversation and was scrolling on tiktok. 

“Yea I actually named her after a girl that I met at Lake Chelan, who’s dog was named Zeus.” Vinnie says with a toothy smile on his face. 

Your eyes widen and you look back over to the blond, your heart beating a mile a minute while you finally connected the dots. 

“City boy?” You breathe out. 

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JJK REACTIONS:

❤︎ how they react to you singing Kiss Me More by Doja Cat ❤︎

an; slight ns/fw with certain characters, warnings none, mainly fluff and crack. enjoy! ❤︎

“I feel like fucking something —“

Little did you know, a certain sorcerer has been watching as you hum the lyrics to kiss me more; suddenly, a pair of skinny arms loop themselves around your shoulders as GOJO nuzzles his face affectionately into your neck.

“Hmm? what’s that, darling?”

“I feel like fucking something something, and that something is you.” Upon the suggestion, his glasses drops onto the bridge of his nose, inquisitive cerulean eyes staring into yours.

“Oh?” In the blink of an eye, Gojo has flung you over his shoulder, dashing towards your shared bedroom despite your frantic pleas of getting him to put you down. “If you want my dick you should’ve said so darling, I would’ve given you ~“

“IT’S A JOKE GOJO KEEP IT IN YOUR PANTS —”

OKKOTSU would be so blushy when he hears such suggestive lyrics! You know how shy the sorcerer could be when it comes to things like these, and decides that you would make good use of the chance to tease him for a bit.

“W-What’s with those lyrics y/n??” Hands flailing to cover his beet red face, the sorcerer nervously peeks from the gaps between his fingers. Somehow, Maki and the other second years are nearby when they accidentally overhear the conversation between the two of you.

“Hmm? There’s nothing wrong with the lyrics though.” A wry smirk creases your face as you inch closer to your boyfriend. “I said I feel like fucking something, and that something is you ~”

Poor boy feels like he’s on the verge of passing out; and to make matters worse, he gets teased by his fellow classmates (and Gojo too — what do you expect) for the next few days. They’re not planning to let him off the hook with potential blackmail material, at least not for a while.

The moment you start to sing, ITADORI’S ears park up — prancing over to latch onto you like a excited puppy with a wagging tail. “What are we doing, babe?” He would stare at you, batting those puppy eyes with such adoration that it makes your heart melt on the spot. “Quickie? We doing it? Hold on, lemme take off my pants —“

“Yuji, Yuji!” The vessel stops fumbling with his trousers and stares at you perplexed, his quirked eyebrows knitting into a prominent frown. Smiling at your disappointed boyfriend, you place your hand over his with utmost tenderness. “It’s just a lyric from kiss me more, we can’t do it right now okay? Sorry for pranking you ...”

“So ... no glock for you?” 🥺💀😭😹

MEGUMI has enough to deal with on a daily basis to deal with anymore shit. He is technically the babysitter of the first years plus keeping an eye on the man child called Gojo Satoru; with all of these responsibilities weighing on his shoulders, the poor raven doesn’t have the energy to deal with stupid shenanigans like these. Still, he would be a bit more lenient when it comes to you; compared to the rest, Megumi wouldn’t mind if you were the one annoying him, if it means that he gets to spend a bit more time with you after an exhausting week of exorcising curses. 

“Love ... I know you are horny, but tone it down please.” An exasperated groan slips from his lips while the raven lowers his head onto your lap, face snuggling into your tummy with a pout on his face. Wearing a cheeky grin on your face, you reach out, running your fingers through his tangled locks with delicacy, to which Megumi breathes out a gratified sigh. “Itadori and Gojo have already shedded enough years off my life just by breathing, I don’t need anything more than that —”

Hearing such words of complaint coming from your worn-out boyfriend, the smirk on your face grows; snaking your hands from his hair down to his toned thighs, you writhe yourself off the couch — only making Megumi frown even more. But the pout on his face is gradually replaced by heat surging to his cheeks once the sorcerer realises what you’re about to do.

“Would you like some stress relief babe?”

“Not now y/n —”

A knowing smirk ghosts across GETO’S face as you fail to cognise what you’ve signed yourself up to. Your original plan is to simply give the raven a good tease; little did you know, he has so much more in store just for you. With your goal accomplished — spotting the grin on your boyfriend’s face, you are about to leave when he has you pinned against the wall. 

Heat immediately spreads to the rest of your face with each second Geto moves closer to you; soon enough, his nose is merely inches away from your cheeks, hot breath fanning the nape of your neck. 

“Sugu, I wish we could do this right now, but I still have priorities to sort out.” 

“Hmm? You sure you’re not just chickening out, sweetheart?” Quirking his eyebrow, Geto savours the flustered disposition worn on your face. He knows he should’ve gone easier on you, but the raven simply couldn’t help it. You are just too adorable for his own good.

“Look at me darling, you did this to me.” He pauses, pointing at his trousers where the curse user’s bulge is straining heavily against the tough fabric. With one hand lifting your chin, Geto’s voice drops an octave, finally closing the distance between the two of you. “You’ve riled me up big time, and you’ll need to finish off what you’ve started.” 

Oh boy, say less, because Toji is determined to make sure you get the best fuck of your life with an opportunity like this. Once the lyrics reach his ears, he has you hoisted out of the couch — moving to the bedroom as soon as he could. He would flip you onto your hands and knees and ram into your tight hole for hours on end, your whimpers and hoarse pleas falling on deaf ears as Toji chases his own climax and finishes off by spurting load after load into you, with excess hot cum trickling down the insides of your trembling thighs. And if you think you’re finally done, you’re wrong. Rest in peace my friend, you’re probably not going to walk for the next week with your legs. 

Believe me or not, CHOSO doesn’t have the slightest idea what you have up your sleeve. He’s a cursed womb after all, and curses like him aren’t exactly up-to-date with the latest trends in the modern society. Nevertheless, our home boy is willing to do anything to make you happy, even though he’s probably clueless about what is going on someone save him.

“y/n, what are you humming?” The light in his tired eyes rekindle for a split second as they fixate on you, eager to take in every single one of your expressions. “The song sounds catchy, could you teach me the lyrics?” 

Despite feeling bad for corrupting Choso’s innocence, the naughty side of you anticipate what would his reaction be once he learns about the implications of the song. Having that in mind, you proceed with your singing. 

“I feel like fucking something, and that something is you babe —”

A faint blush dusts the curse womb’s pale cheeks as he buries his face into your chest, mumbling inaudibly that you could barely hear what he has said. “You should’ve given me a heads-up y/n, now what am I supposed to do? I can’t look at you the same anymore, not when this song is playing ...” 

Bless him. 

NANAMI’S gaze shifts onto you as you sing the lyrics out loud, winking suggestively as you bounce onto the blonde’s lap. He could feel his dick hardening, but keeps his composure nonetheless. The most he could do at the moment is to shoot you a disapproving glare, to which you return with a pout. You know him more than anyone else in the world, and you are 100% positive that if the two of you weren’t in public, Nanami would’ve flipped you over on the closest desk available and fucked you dumb. Nevertheless, him restraining himself at work doesn’t mean he’d do the same once the two of you are back home —

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