#i already knew i was on thin ice today

[satoruxx]

SWEET SNACKS.

✧ PAIRING: gojo satoru x reader | 2.3k words

✧ SUMMARY: tooth rotting fluff, meet cute, battles with inanimate objects, reader's got exams bc i have exams, satoru's whipped af (as usual), sorry i love writing him as a simp, reader is also whipped bc this is gojo satoru, bonding over snacks !!

✧ RHEYA'S NOTE: if you saw me tryna post this yesterday no you didn’t. this was supposed to be a quick drabble oops. but it's finals week so i'm offering this piece of fluff to maintain sanity and gush over the meet cute i will never have. if y’all are also dealing with finals, i'm wishing you the best !!

satoru strolls down the bustling streets with a quiet hum, hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets to keep them away from the bite of the cold breeze. his boots crunch against the thin layer of melting ice that has formed overnight, now warming under the cold afternoon sun that coyly hides behind gray clouds.

honestly, he wasn't the biggest fan of weather like this, and he wouldn't have stepped out on any other day. but one meeting with the higher ups had his mood souring, and shoko had suggested he take a walk, maybe grab something to eat.

he knew better than to argue with her, especially since she could somehow read him better than most people could—scary.

so here he was, trudging down the streets of tokyo with his hat pulled over his ears, cheeks pink from the frosty air as it dances across his skin. despite the weather, satoru thinks there's something oddly peaceful about the city, the quiet chatter and sounds of boots scuffing against pavement as he turns a corner to head to the nearby vending machines he's frequented so many times.

the peace is broken by an annoyed grunt, and satoru looks up.

"are you serious?" another irritated groan. "of all the days…"

he takes in the scene with interest.

even with all the anger that he's not quite understanding, he thinks you're so undeniably pretty—puffy jacket hugging your body and the warm scarf resting around your neck. your brows are furrowed, exasperation tugging your features into expressions that shouldn't look so endearing.

you groan again, slamming your curled fist against the glass of the vending machine—frustration ticks at your brow.

and why wouldn't it?

nothing was going your way today. it had already started off badly, the atmosphere filled with gloom that made it impossible to want to leave bed. but you had to force yourself to miserably extract your body from the warm cocoon of blankets and pillows that urged you back with a siren's call—a promise of comfort that looked all too enticing.

and then, when you finally did manage to drag yourself to the library to sit down and study, nothing was sticking. you read through paragraphs over and over until your head was spinning, dizzy with information that wouldn't absorb, and that fact is nothing if not disheartening. the impending quickness with which your final exams were approaching made you feel even sicker, so you decided to take a twenty minute break to grab a drink from the nearby vending machines.

but of course, even that couldn't just work out.

satoru watches you stand in front of the machine with a glare, before you're shoving your weight against it, huffing as it remains in place and hoping that at least one of your efforts will prove to be fruitful. he's talking before he can help himself.

"hey, you need some help?"

you turn to face the owner of the voice, finding cerulean eyes behind black shades that so directly contrast the white of his snowy hair. he's tall—abnormally so as he peers down at you with curiosity and a bit of mirth.

you think you've never seen a man so handsome in your life.

then you remember he's asked you a question, and you attempt to swallow down the unnecessary nerves that have taken root in the pit of your stomach. "oh, my uh…my drink got stuck," you reply somewhat lamely, cheeks heating up under his gaze as you think about how utterly ridiculous you must've looked to passersby.

satoru's eyes travel from your face to the machine, noticing the way your drink of choice is stuck in a frozen free fall against the glass and the rack. he sighs in exasperation. "tried hitting it?" he asks, walking closer to stand next to you and take a closer look, even though he knows the answer already.

you're not sure what it is, but this man exudes a certain energy—confidence that leaks through his very skin. it makes you feel like you have no right to be standing this close to him, but all he does is smile at you patiently, waiting for an answer.

so you nod, brows ticking again as the dull throbbing in your fist reminds you of how you had lost the battle with the greedy machine. "yeah, i've been hitting it for the last ten minutes. didn't budge," you sigh, checking your phone to see that there are only a little over five minutes remaining for your quick break. "what a waste of time and money."

satoru watches you shrug helplessly, smiling up at him. "oh well—"

he takes two long strides until he stands right in front of the machine, grips the edges, and shakes it hard.

satoru can feel you gape at him, at the unfiltered display of strength, and the unbothered expression on his face that tells you it didn't faze him. you hadn't been able to move the machine even an inch.

his powerful movements earn you a tell tale thunk, and your heart leaps in excitement as he bends down to push his hand through the slot and pull out your drink. he returns to his full height, an easy smile on his face as he turns around and hands it to you.

"thank you." your voice comes out breathless, a weird kind of excitement thrumming through your veins because it feels like you aren't supposed to know this man.

satoru's smile stretches further when your fingers graze his, taking the drink and popping it open eagerly. he watches you take a sip, oddly pleased with himself at the sheer joy on your face. he doesn't quite understand why this drink looks like it's made your day, but he doesn't ask because you look so sweet drinking it.

"how did you do that anyway?" you ask after you drink a little, curiosity so obvious in your tone. "i tried so hard to move it and it didn't budge at all."

satoru smothers a smile, fighting back the urge to say something stupid. instead he grins, cheeks warming a little under your eager stare. "guess i'm just strong."

you make a face, raising a brow with a playfully disbelieving expression as you cross your arms—to which satoru just laughs. "what's your name?" he asks.

you purse your lips, hiding a smile as you tuck your nose behind your scarf. you give him your name, almost shyly, and satoru tests it on his tongue. he decides he likes the flow, cocking his head as he replies with his own.

"satoru."

for once, the pressure of his last name doesn't permeate the air, and he's all too grateful for it. he turns around to approach the machine again, and he can feel your somewhat confused gaze on his back.

you watch as he stands there for a good minute, his back to you as he ponders the choices in the vending machine like they'll lead to life or death. then he shoves in a bill and clicks a few buttons, and within a couple of seconds, you hear the thud of two things falling.

he remains facing away from you for a few more seconds and then turns around, and you see that he's bought a chocolate bar and the same drink that you have in your hands. you raise a brow.

"well you did almost just lose your life trying to fight a vending machine for it," he says, shrugging his shoulder nonchalantly. "figured it'd be good to try."

you sputter over your words, embarrassment crawling up your neck, but satoru laughs good-naturedly. his eyes shine with mirth as his shoulders relax. "i'm kidding." he stresses, smiling into the collar of his jacket. "but it does look good so…"

he opens the drink and takes a sip, eyes squeezing shut dramatically as he hums at the sweet flavors washing over his tongue. you suddenly feel like getting revenge for his unfiltered teasing.

"well?" you hum cheekily, taking a sip of your own and raising a playful brow. "taste good?"

satoru laughs—a full, pristine sound that makes him throw his head back. "yeah," he agrees easily, feeling oddly fond of the way your voice curls around your words. "it's sweet, i like it. you've got great taste."

somehow the words of this man you've met not five minutes ago cause the muscles of your heart to trip over themselves. you watch him peel open the candy bar, a brand that's unfamiliar to you.

"what'd you get?" you ask, unsure of where the confidence to speak up is coming from. a man like satoru—so unflinchingly ethereal—would normally have your lips zipping and throat muted.

he holds up the bar with a grin. "my favorite."

there's a pause, followed by your sheepish smile, and satoru gapes at you, cerulean widening so clearly behind a backdrop of white. he takes in your innocently confused expression and his ribcage shakes with thuds. "what, you've never tried it?!"

before you can even shake your head no, he's breaking off a piece and handing it to you.

"no, oh my goodness, it's yours—"

"take it." he pushes his hand closer to you, eyes staring imploringly, and you sigh, reaching up to take the piece from between his fingers. a graze of skin—he's warm.

"thank you." you slip the piece past your lips, not at all surprised by its sweetness and yet a little taken aback by its underlying comfort—a rush of warmth.

"good." you're nodding, smiling between chews as satoru's stomach flips. "really good."

he chuckles, all too triumphant for something so menial. "told ya."

you laugh, a quiet subdued sound that satoru wishes he could hear more of. "thanks for getting my drink out," you say. "i really needed it today."

"oh yeah?" he finds himself asking. "how come?"

you sigh, smile dropping as a bit of fatigue makes itself comfortable on your face. "ah well, i've got final exams this week. i've been studying like crazy. nothing's really sticking, and the closer i get to the exams, the more annoyed and stressed i get."

satoru hums, not envying you for a minute.

"so it kinda felt like a kick in the butt from the universe when the drink decided to not just…"

he laughs again, taking another piece of chocolate and chewing on it soundlessly. "i gotcha."

you grin, curling your fingers around each other to diffuse some warmth back into them. "yeah."

there's a silence that follows—not uncomfortable, not unwelcome. you take quiet sips of your drink, and satoru breaks off little pieces of the chocolate bar to chew on. his eyes linger on you, watching the way your lips curl around the bottle, the way your fingers rub against each other, the way the cold has settled into your nose and cheeks and made a home amongst your skin.

when you look up at him, he looks away, throat oddly parched. his fingers flex.

"here, the rest is for you," he says, pushing the half finished candy bar into your hands.

you shake your head immediately. "no way! you paid for it! besides isn't this your favorite snack?"

satoru shrugs, shoving his hands into his pockets with a grin that looks too happy. "you liked it, didn't you?"

you nod, slowly, like you're confused at what he's getting at. "well then, enjoy the rest of it. i buy them all the time—i don't mind sharing this one."

you can't help the soft smile that graces your lips, looking up at him with an odd sense of gratitude and surprise—touched that someone could be so casually kind.

"then thank you," you laugh quietly, eyes fluttering against the gust of cool wind that tickles your skin. "i'll enjoy it."

satoru grins, uncharacteristically pleased—he won't ever admit it, but he's glad shoko told him to take a walk. he'll have to thank her when he gets back.

he clears his throat, offering you a small wave as he turns on his heel to head back to the school. "well then, see you around. good luck with your studies, yeah?"

you smile with a gentle nod, oddly rejuvenated after seeing bright blue eyes and snowy hair. "thank you."

and then he's disappeared into the crowds. you laugh to yourself quietly, looking down at your drink and the half-eaten candy bar nestled between your fingers. a part of you feels strangely forlorn, wishing that you had the guts or confidence to talk to him a little longer—ask a little more.

but you've never been good at that, so even just this small happiness you'll take in stride. you grin to yourself, shoving the drink into your bag and slinging it over your shoulders.

you begin walking back to the library, fingers breaking off pieces of the chocolate and savoring the sweetness on your tongue. somehow you didn't expect a man with such an imposing presence to enjoy simple sweet things like this, but that just makes you all the more fond of him.

by the time you've reached the entrance of the library, you're shoving the last piece of chocolate into your mouth, sighing as the doors of reality swing open once more. the meager slice of giddiness that enveloped your very being dissolves, and all the reminders of what's left to do come back to suffocate you.

you bite back a groan, about to throw the empty wrapper in the trash when something catches your eye. you double-take, peering down at it with wide eyes and rapidly heating skin. there are a set of numbers scrawled there, along with a haphazardly written message:

in case you need someone to fight another vending machine for you -satoru <3

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[kaleldobrev]

Obsessed

Pairing: Felix Catton x F. Reader

Feat. Character(s): Reader, Felix Catton & Oliver Quick

Summary: Despite hating you, Oliver can't seem to get enough watching you and Felix being intimate

Word Count: 592

Warnings: Non-Consensual Voyeurism (Oliver being a creep essentially), Smut (P in V — Brief/Minor Descriptions), Cursing (4x), Praise Kink (hinted) & Fluff Elements

Authors Note: If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

The whole scene in front of Oliver was that of one he knew he shouldn’t be watching; but it was a scene that was too intoxicating for him to not look away. Even before coming to Saltburn, he had found himself every so often peeking in on you and Felix as an unwelcome voyeur in your activities.

Without having sex with either of you, he knew the exact movements and phrases that could get the both of you off; knew how long it took either of you to come; and knew every curvature of your bodies. You could say, he was obsessed.

Today was no different, as he was currently crouched down in the dark bathroom that you, him, and Felix shared; making sure he was completely unseen by either of you as he watched your usual routine.

The two of you always did such an awful job of being quiet that Oliver was surprised that no one else could hear the two of you in your blissful state — or maybe they just ignored the two of you as they were used to it by now, which made him wonder the kinds of things Eddie had heard the Summer prior.

Oliver didn’t like you in the slightest — he despised you — but he couldn’t deny how beautiful you did look in this current moment. Your hands flat on Felix’s chest, his hands with a firm grip on your waist, both of your eyes shut, and your head was slightly tilted up looking up at the ceiling as you rocked your hips as he bucked up into you.

The sheets were doing an awful job at covering either of you; the only thing that was somewhat covered were his thighs, but even then, the sheets were slowly making its way onto the floor as the two of you moved.

“You’re so fucking beautiful…” Felix whispered, his words matching each thrust. Each time he thrusted into you, you let out such a pornographic moan that could make a pornstar jealous, but it was also one of the most elegant moans he had ever heard in his life — something he never knew was possible until he had met you. “Fucking made for me,” Felix continued, praising you — he always praised you.

“All yours…” you finally managed to say; two words that made him flinch with absolute jealousy.

"So fucking close," you mumbled, as you started to clench around him; his grip around your waist getting slightly tighter.

Felix sat up just enough so he could start peppering kisses along your abdomen and chest, before licking a long strip from your belly button to just below your breasts, where he stopped. One of your hands went to his hair, gripping it gently, as his nose started to nuzzle against your skin. "Fuck I love you..." you heard him mumble against your skin. With that admission, you felt yourself start to come around his cock, and his hips curved into a smile against you, before going back to leaving more kisses.

Once the scene before him was done and over with, Oliver quickly and quietly left the bathroom before the two of you suspected a thing; as the last thing he needed was one or both of you to see him lurking at the two of you. He was already slightly on thin ice when it came to kissing Venetia (something he was able to fix into his favor); but he knew one more thing would send him packing — and leaving Saltburn was something he couldn't let happen.

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[kquil]

SIRIUS BLACK | HIS FAVOURITE NEIGHBOUR PART 2

SUM. : the rest of the marauders finally meet you and get to taste your famous cookies, they even invite you to their next gig.

G. : rockstar au ; modern au ; muggle au ; neighbours au ; rockstar sirius ; rockstar marauders ; neighbour reader ; reader bakes cookies ; sirius being a flirt ; you're invited ; cookies are much appreciated ; sirius can't keep his hands off you

LENGTH : 0.9k

PART ONE

NOT PROOFREAD OR EDITED

The knock at the door almost went unnoticed but Sirius had developed an acute hearing for when his neighbours wanted to complain. He ignored them most of the time and pretended that he couldn’t hear them over his guitar but when he knew that he was on thin ice, he made an effort to sharpen his hearing. That same sharpness developed on different grounds for you, however. 

As soon as Sirius heard your knock at the door, he knew immediately that it was you and abruptly stopped everyone in the middle of practice. The marauders stopped their playing to cast him a look of confusion, completely missing your almost muted knocks at the door. 

“Sorry lads,” Sirius uttered, making his way to the door and smiling brightly upon seeing you there with a tray of chunky chocolate chip cookies, “(Y/N)!” Sirius greets cheerfully, stepping aside so you could enter his abode as the other marauders stand to attention, excited to officially meet you. 

“Hello Sirius, sorry to interrupt,” you bashfully apologise, your confidence at the door slowly disappearing the longer you were inside his apartment. You had made short trips to give Sirius a tray of cookies many times before but never with his friends over and their added presence was getting to you more than you thought it was going to. 

“Not at all, so what have you got for me today, love?” he asks, leading you into the living room with his hand on the small of your back, the rest of the boys slowly coming into view with their instruments beside them. 

Smiling, you raise the tray in your hands slightly, “It’s your favourite, you can share with your friends too,” you take a short moment to flash each of the three other men a timid smile, “as thanks for playing such good music in the background,” they laugh and happily accept your offering, which immediately begins to ease your nerves. While everyone took a moment to indulge in one of your cookies, Sirius introduces you to the rest of his bandmates one by one. 

The one with unruly dark locks and cute glasses was James, the drummer. The tallest one with mousy brown hair and soft brown eyes was Remus, the bassist. And lastly, the blonde one with a little more pudge in his cheeks was Peter, the one on the keyboard. 

“Pleasure to meet you all, I’m (Y/N),”

“Oh we know,” James sings as he licks crumbs off his lips, his statement making you raise a curious brow. 

“Sirius won’t stop raving about you,” Remus adds with a mischievous smirk as you giggle, a heat flourishing over your cheeks. 

“Sod off, Moony,” came Sirius’s flippant retort. 

“These cookies taste great by the way,” Peter gushes, already reaching for another one, “what’s your recipe?”

“I can’t tell you that,” you playfully pout, “or else I wouldn’t have an excuse to come over,” your comment makes Sirius laugh with his head thrown back in delight.

“You see me often enough as is,” Sirius nudges your side teasingly.

“Who said I wanted to see you? After meeting him, I want to see more of Remus,” 

The brunette laughed aloud, sending you a wink and smirking at your playfulness as Sirius pouted beside you. He pulls you in by the waist and leans down, his forehead almost pressing against yours as his grey eyes melt your jokey stare, “you don’t mean that, do you?”

He was being a tease but there was an obvious hint of flirtation in his words that made the three other marauders in the room share a smirk, especially when they see how flustered you become from Sirius’s actions. 

“Stop it,” you move your face to the side in embarrassment and bashfully push him away by his shoulders but it was no use since the grip of his hands firmly lingered on your waist, “Sirius!” the man in question bites his lip to suppress a large grin. He loves hearing you say his name, especially when you whine the way you do. 

“Alright lovebirds, break it up,” Remus finally breaks you two apart, shooting a sympathetic smile your way; he knows better than anyone how prodigious Sirius’s presence can be, especially up close, “we still have to practise for our gig next week,”

This makes you smile, “A gig?” you turn to Sirius who nods, eyes softening at your obvious excitement for them. 

“Yeah,” he pulls you to his side by the waist again and presses a kiss into your temple, “do you want to come and see us play?”

“Yes please!” you chirp already bouncing on the balls of your feet from excitement. 

“We’ll save you a table with Lily then!” James announces, “She’ll be coming to see us too,” 

“Lily is James’s girl,” Sirius explains in a whisper when you tilt your head in question at the new name. 

“Perfect! Your music already sounds amazing,” you gush, putting a smile on all of their faces, “so I can’t wait to finally see the visuals of the performance too!” This gets Sirius’s attention. He maintains the smirk on his lips when leading you back out with your empty tray in hand and after you had said your goodbyes to the boys. 

“When we perform,” Sirius begins, taking your hand as you step outside, stopping you and turning your attention back to him, “only be looking at me, okay, doll?” his other hand grips the door frame and he’s suddenly a towering silhouette rather than a gentleman at your side. 

“O-okay,” you stutter with your heart, voice squeaking and face hot. 

“Attagirl,” he winks and kisses your hand, never breaking eye contact before stepping back into his apartment. 

You can’t wait until next week…  

A/N : here's a small continuation of one of your favourite timestamps, my lovelies, i'll see if i can make more part 2s for my other popular time stamps as well. i have also taken the liberty of tagging additional people who have shown interest in the first part of this, i hope that's alright.

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NAVI.

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[casuallyawkardd]

Close Encounters of the Spiderkind Pt II

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Single Mother!Reader

Summary: Your daughter needs a sitter at the last minute and no one else is available, at least that’s what you thought..

Warnings: Fluff, Miguel is still a softie around kids, your daughter is a menace to society, this is basically the Miggy and Vada show, I’m not fluent in Spanish so correct me if I mess up 

A/N: Here’s the part 2 ya’ll wanted so bad! Thank you for the lovely feedback from the last post, I appreciate you guys 💞 If you want to be tagged for future parts, be sure to join the TAGLIST

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Another month had passed since your little home visit with Miguel. Halfway between then and now, you had decided on sharing your little secret with the rest of the Spider Society. It was no surprise when the other spiders wanted to know more about your daughter, many insisting that you bring her in some time for them to meet. It was especially rewarding when Peter B and Jess heard the news. Granted, Jess was a bit annoyed that you had kept Vada a secret for so long and Peter thought you had deprived Mayday of a potential friend, but after the initial shock they were just as eager to meet her as the others. 

Everyone was surprised at how anticlimatic Miguel’s reaction was. “I already knew,” he would reply when someone would question his behavior, “it’s my job to know.” Ever the cocky asshole, O’Hara. 

The biggest pro to the whole of Spider Society knowing you had a kid was the near infinite amount of babysitters. And trusted ones at that. Except Ben...he was on probation for encourging Vada to hit a new PR with very big, very real weights. Hobie was on thin ice as well, in your opinion Vada was too young to be ‘sticking it to the man’ as he so generously put it. 

When Miguel finds you, you’re in the Go Home Machine control room. Weird, he definitely remembered assigning you an urgent mission. He saunters in, welcomed by the sound of Spider-Byte and you in a very heated discussion.

“Come on Margo, it’s only for a few hours. Vada is a good girl, she won’t get in the way of your work.”

“Nope, not gonna do it. It’s way too last minute, do you see how many anomalies I have to send out today? Plus, I don’t do kids. They're sticky and my equipment doesn't do sticky,” Margo says dismisively, her holgogram zooming around the room as she continues her work.

"My daughter is not sticky," you retort, spinning around in place trying to keep up with her, arms crossed, suited up and ready to go. Miguel recognizes the annoyed look on your face, glad he’s not on the receiving end of it for once, but he’s about to be.

“What’s the hold up? I told you to be on Earth-76C ten minutes ago.”

Your head snaps in his direction, frustration fading only slightly as you huff, “I know. I’m supposed to pick up Vada in an hour, but now I need someone to do it instead and watch her until I finish the mission,” you deadpan him, fidgetting with the Gizmo on your wrist. 

“Did you try-”

“Yes, yes, I’ve asked everyone. Jess is doing date night, Peter said Mayday is sick...” Miguel listens as you rattle off the excuses every spiderperson threw at you, listing every close friend of yours in the society. “...Her grandparents are out of town and my neighbor is the one watching her now, but she has plans tonight as well. So if you have any bright ideas-”

“I can watch her,” it’s so surprising to hear those words come out of Miguel's mouth that even Margo has stopped working to look at him, but his eyes are focused solely on you. Your mouth is moving, but no sound comes out as you try to form a coherent sentence. 

“I couldn’t-”

“It’s really no problem.”

“You’re probably busy-”

“I’m actually very free right now.”

You scoff, hands moving to your hips, “Did Lyla lock you out of your lab again when you went to go grab food from the cafeteria?”

His eyebrows furrow and his jaw tightens, “Do you need a sitter or not?”

Miguel had lost track of how long he was standing in the hall of your apartment building, holographic suit materialized into more fitting clothes for your universe. It felt like an abnormal amount of time, but was probably only a few minutes. Only one old lady going into her apartment looked at him funny, but that was most likely due to the uncomfortable look on his face. It’d been a long time since he’d had to look after a kid by himself, let alone one as young as Vada. 

He had seen her in passing, whenever you would pick up or drop her off with one of the other spiders who had agreed to watch her. You even introduced them one time, saying he was your boss. Vada had just stared at him, he couldn’t tell if it was with a look of fear, confusion or awe. He had no idea how she would react to him picking her up rather than her mother. 

His knuckles rapped against the door and Miguel could hear someone approach from the other side. When it opened he was greeted by a woman, looking to be around your age, maybe even younger. She did a double take when she saw him, but Miguel was used to that. There weren’t a lot of universes where being six foot nine was considered normal. 

“Can I...help you?” she asked him finally.

“M’name’s Miguel...I was told to pick up Vada,” he said simply and her eyes lit up in understanding.

“Oh! You’re who she was calling about,” she called Vada’s name over her shoulder, letting the little girl know it was time to go. “How do you know Y/N again?”

“We’re coworkers,” it wasn’t a lie technically. Miguel parroting what you had told him to say so he could pretend to be someone you knew from your day job. 

“You’re a scientist?”

Miguel paused, confused by the question until he realized she was talking about his...physique. Her eyes not very subtly giving him the up and down. “I...work out when I’m stressed.”

The corners of the woman's mouth briefly turned down in a 'hmph' before returning to their normal position, “Must be hella stressed.”

There was the pitter patter of feet, making Miguel glance past the woman as Vada came to the door. It was almost comical how small she was compared to him, the top of her head barely making it to his hip. The pig tails that were meant to be on top of her head were lopsided, one still in tact while one sagged sideways, and there was a wet spot on her t-shirt. Is that...drool?

“She woke up from a nap about ten minutes ago,” the woman seemed to pick up on his confusion. She knelt down beside Vada, the two hugging goodbye, “Are you okay going with him back to your apartment?” she asked the toddler. 

Vada bit her lip in thought, looking back at Miguel as if to stare him down....or rather up. “Hmmm...yeah. Bye Aunt Harrie,” Vada responds in a neutral tone, stepping through the doorway with a backpack almost as big as her slung over one shoulder.

Miguel exchanged pleasantries with her aunt before the three parted ways. He easily tugged the backpack off her shoulder and followed the little girl down the hallway. She seemed to know the way home, their destination only a few floors up. The rickety elavator opened for them and Miguel stepped in, stopping the doors from closing at the last minute when he saw Vada had yet to get in. 

She...just stood there. Staring at him. Is she scared? Toddlers can get irrational fears, maybe the elevator freaks her out? Then she wouldn’t be looking at that instead of staring at me? “Are you coming?” he finally asked, meeting her gaze when she looks back up at him.

“You have to say superhero jump.” Well that was blunt.

“¿Perdóname?”

“Huh?”

Miguel cleared his throat, “I mean, what are you talking about?”

“Mama always says ‘superhero jump!’ and then I do a reeeally big jump from here to there,” Vada talks with her hands, pointing at her feet and then the elevator.

That’s ridiculous, was what Miguel was going to say before he stopped himself, sighing. “Superhero jump.”

“You have to say it in a happy voice.”

“Superhero jump~,” Miguel’s voice raised an octave in mock enthusiasm, but it seemed to do the trick as Vada did her bathetic jump over the elevator gap. “...Wow, good job.”

“Thank you,” she said proudly as she stood on her tip toes to hit the button for their floor. 

The rest of the short trip was uneventful. Miguel did give Vada a sideways glance when she didn’t request he say ‘superhero jump’ when they got out, calling her actions inconsistent in his head. Like he wasn’t referring to a toddler. When he opened the door to the apartment, Vada was off. She started by running into the living room, stuttering to a stop before going to her mother’s room, then her own and even the bathroom.

Finally she stopped back in the living room where Miguel waited, “Where’s Mama?”

“She’s working, I’m watching you, remember?”

Vada’s nose scrunched at that, “I want Mama.”

“I’m sure you do, but you’ll just have to wait.”

The toddler’s foot stomped defiantly, “I want Mama now!”

“Vada,” Miguel huffed, squatting to be level with her. “Cálmate, your mother will be home in a couple hours. You’re a big girl right? You can wait,” Vada glared at him, but it was hard to take a three year old’s anger seriously when she looked cute expressing it. She then gasped dramatically, cheeks puffing out as she held the breath, little hands covering her nose and mouth. There was a moment of awkward silence as they stared at one another.

What was she-oh. Oh.

“Stop that, throwing a tantrum isn’t gonna change my answer,” Miguel said a bit more firmly, making sure to be somewhat gentle still. She didn’t budge. “Vada, ay coño, that’s enough.¿Quieres desmayarte?” Do you want to pass out?

He reached a hand out to grab her, maybe jostle some sense into her, but didn’t get the chance as she erupted into giggle when his hand grazed her side. Miguel was confused at first before realization hit, “Are you ticklish?” he teased.

Vada giggled again, her bad mood seeming to fade away almost instantly, “Noooo~,” she cooed. 

Miguel scoffed, the corners of his mouth turning up, “Alright, you’re not ticklish, but come on. I’m sure you don’t want to just stare at each other until your mom comes home. There’s gotta be something you want to do? Maybe play? What do you and your mom do for fun?”

The afternoon went by surprisingly fast. Vada was...quite the little firecracker. Very much her mother’s daughter. Not only did she look like a carbon copy of her mom, but she had the same mannerisms. The way her nose scrunched when she was displeased with something he said, the way she bit her bottom lip when thinking hard about something, it was like he was babysitting a tinier version of you. 

Vada played him like a fiddle, getting him to play pretend with her little toys, even convincing him to do different voices for each of the dolls she had assigned to him. Miguel was just glad no one else was around to witness this, he’d be spending the rest of his life threatening them to keep quiet. He became very aware of the drama at Vada’s preschool, the little girl filling him in on all the latest gossip, to which Miguel was listening to with an embarrassing amount of intrigue. 

“...now Becca isn’t talking to Daina because Daina laid next to Teddy during nap time,” Vada rambles on, absentmindedly rolling a toy truck across the floor. 

“Uh huh, because Becca like likes Teddy,” Miguel affirms, his deep, monotone voice a stark contrast to hers. He sat next to her on the ground, watching Vada as she continued to play, while detangling the hair of one of her dolls with a tiny, plastic brush. 

“Yup! And then Becca got mad and pushed Daina into the sandpit, so now Becca can’t play outside for pickup.”

“Tch! Puta...” Miguel mutters the phrase without even registering it, catching himself when he realizes how invested he’s gotten in petty gossip. A child’s petty gossip, no less. Domínese, O’Hara... 

“Puta.”

Miguel’s eyes widen, looking back at Vada. Did she just.. “Don’t say that word.”

“Why?”

“It’s a bad word.”

“Nuh-uh, my mommy knows all the bad words and she's never said that one.”

“It is.”

“Poooootaaaaah~” Vada enunciates, giggling at how annoyed Miguel gets when she says it. Before Miguel can scold her once more, the clicking of the front door alerts them of your arrival, both Vada and Miguel’s head snapping to watch as you come in and shut the door behind you. 

It had been a more difficult mission than you had anticipated. The Sandman from your earth was reeking havoc in another dimension. Seemed like an easy fix, until you discovered there was another Sandman from a different universe also in the mix. After some sloppy web work, a little assistance from the spider of that universe and a few bruised ribs, you had them captured and returned to HQ to be sent back to their respective earths. The damage to your body was minimal, for someone with superhuman abilities, a good night’s rest would have you back to normal.

The door had hardly been shut when the familiar tapping of Vada’s feet on the hardwood approaches you. And as usual, you crouch down to accept her embrace, this time wincing slightly as her little body collides into yours, your toddler oblivious to the injuries you had sustained. She wastes no time talking your ear off, telling you how her day was at Aunt Harrie’s and her evening with Miguel.

Miguel, speaking of, stood in the archway that connected the kitchen to the living room to watch the interaction unfold. You don’t see it, but the sight of you watching as Vada eagerly chatters brings a smile to his face, just a small one, as he admired the relationship between mother and daughter. When you glance his way, he averts his gaze to the ground and clears his throat stiffly. 

“Well, sweet girl, it sounds like you had a busy day,” you say, looking back at your daughter. She’s beaming at you, a sight that always warms your heart no matter how many times you see it. “Come on, let’s get dinner started.” Vada moves like someone who’s never eaten, bolting to the kitchen counter and crawling onto one of the bar stools. 

“Can Miggy have dinner too?” she asks, fidgetting excitedly in her seat. The question makes you pause, stopping just as you were about to fill an empty pot with water. After hemming and hawing for a moment, Vada decides to turn her attention to the man in question, “Can you, Miggy? Can you?”

Miguel’s eyes narrow, jaw set as he thinks of what to say, Vada waiting with bated breath. “Well...”

“It’s fine.” You finally find your voice again. 

Miguel turns his attention to you now, “It is?”

“Yeah, I don’t see why not,” you shrug simply, “that is if you want to stay for dinner.” Miguel purses his lips as he thinks over your offer and you try not to chuckle at the sight.

“...What are you making?”

“Boxed Mac n Cheese.”

He scoffs, “That doesn’t sound very-”

“Mac n Cheese is my favorite!” Vada chimes in, “Mama always gets the one’s shaped like unicorns and rainbows cuz they taste better.”

Her words make Miguel pause again, finally letting out a deep breath through his nose, “Sure, I’ll stay for dinner.”

You smile mischievously, “We’re happy to have you, ‘Miggy~.’”

“Don’t push your luck.”

Dinner with you and your daughter was surprisingly pleasant. Miguel didn’t say much as he shoved the cheap pasta and cheese down his throat, watching you interact with your daughter. It was domestic, almost peaceful. Afterward Miguel offers to do the dishes while you put Vada down for the night. He excuses himself once done, thanking you for the meal and making sure to leave out the part that, for dinner being a cheap box of mac n cheese, it was the best meal he had had in a long time. 

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mint chocolate chip | mean

Summary: You say something Harry doesn't like so he punishes you in the one way he knows will have you shaken up.

Word Count: 2843

A/N: I marked this mature-sexual themes + violence even though Harry isn't really physically violent with reader here (aside from grabbing her arm) the way he treats her and manipulates her is violent.

Warning: This is kidnapper!harry x reader, psychological manipulation, toxic + abusive relationship, smut, angst. Read at your own discretion! Mcc is and always will be a dark story. He's not a nice person. xx

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“You’re hurting me!” You screeched as you tried yanking your arm from his grip.

Harry knew it didn’t hurt you the way you were acting like it did. You just didn’t want to be punished.

“Stop being difficult and you won’t have to be disciplined like a child,” he growled into your ear as he walked you down the steps to the basement, holding your arms behind your back.

You hated the basement. Hated the reminder of how you used to be left alone and had to pee in a pot and the way you missed Harry when you were locked away from him not knowing what he was doing upstairs.

“Please! I promise I won’t be bad anymore!”

“Too late. You already promised and then you mouthed off to me again because you’re a liar. Liars get punished.”

He closed the door to the sealed and soundproofed room before flicking the single overhead light on.

The old bed you used to sleep in was still there, taunting you. A thin mattress laid over a small metal frame, with no sheets or pillows. The pot in the corner by the creaky wooden table. You fell to your knees and crawled to him and hung on to his calves, “Please don’t leave me down here. Please. I can’t handle being in here alone. Please, please don’t!”

Harry didn’t know why he was like he was. Why he had so little patience when you mouthed off or acted bratty. Usually, you were very sweet and good for him. But today when you threatened to go find your ex-boyfriend he lost it. He could only see red after that.

He’d taken you grocery shopping but then Harry suddenly got a strange feeling that everyone was watching you and so he didn’t let you get the ice cream you wanted. He told you it was time to leave even though you hadn’t gotten everyone on the list you wanted to get.

So you pouted all the way home in the passenger side of his car and wouldn’t speak to him, your arms crossed over your chest and turned away from him.

He apologized to you when you got home and tried to explain why he’d done it. Why he’d cut shopping short. But you didn’t look at him so he lost control and grabbed your jaw, yanking your head to face him and he yelled at you. Told you that he would have been better off without you. That life would be so much easier if you weren’t around.  And when he let go of you, you stumbled back and held your jaw as if it had hurt and you stomped after him, “My life would be better too! I could have a normal boyfriend still if it weren’t for you!” You screamed at him as you followed him into the living room.

“If it’s so bad with me here I’ll just leave and go find my boyfriend! My nice boyfriend! The one you didn’t want me near! He always treated me right. Unlike you!”

Harry turned to look at you and in that moment you knew what you said had made him lose his cool completely, “What did you say to me?” He grabbed your arm so you couldn’t scurry away from him like you were about to.

You shook your head and tears began to fill your eyes, “No. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it!”

And now here you were back in the basement, your old prison. But at least Harry was still in the room with you, a scowl on his face as he looked at you on the floor at his feet.

“You either want to be with me or you don’t. Which is it?” He spoke lowly, his eyes cold on you.

“I want to be with you. I love you. I need you.” You cried big tears and pressed your head into his knees, your fists clenching at the material of his pants.

“Because if you want to leave and go back to your old life you very well can. I’ll pack up and move far away so no one ever finds me, including you, and then I’ll release you back to your parents and back to your little boyfriend so you can go live your old life without me. Is that what you want!?”

“No! No, Harry! I don’t want that! I cant… please…” you looked up at him with your tear-stained face and wobbly bottom lip, “I love you. I love you.”

Harry clenched his jaw and felt immediate guilt for how he’d treated you. But his rage was still there under the surface, hot from insult and hurt. You knew just what to say to get him upset and you’d done it and he needed a bit to cool off before he could forgive you.

Rationally he knew he was the one to blame for everything. He was the bad guy here, but he wasn’t always very rational when it came to you.

“You’ll stay down here for an hour to think about what you said,” he watched your face scrunch up as you opened your mouth to protest but he cut you off, grasping your face, “I want you to really think long and hard, Y/n. Because if there’s any truth to you wanting your old boyfriend back well then I don’t want you anymore. So an hour should give you time to make that decision.”

“I don’t want him! No!” Your words were smushed as he dug his fingers into your cheeks.

“You say that now, but let’s give you some time to stew on it. Yeah?” He let you go but you kept a firm grip on his pants.

“I don’t need time. I only need you, Harry. I was stupid to say that stuff. I don’t know why I said it!” You were freaking out now. He was really going to leave you alone in the basement and panic was beginning to take over.

“Well, an hour should give you time to consider why you said what you did. Now you need to let me go or I’ll have to tie you to the bed so you won’t be able to move at all. And if I have to tie you down I’ll leave you down here for three hours instead of just one. What will it be?”

You sniffed and looked down at the cement floor and reluctantly loosened your fingers from his pants.

“Good. I’ll be back in one hour.”

You didn’t even look up at him as he walked out. You felt so defeated.

Harry himself needed the hour. To stew, to pace, to think, to calm. Things were easier when you were obedient and sweet. But he sure did like that you seemed so upset that he told you you could leave. That made him smile. It made him feel better about your loyalty to him. That leaving him felt like a threat to you. That’s what he’d wanted your reaction to be.

When he returned to the basement, the metal door scraping against the floor as he pushed it open you hopped up from the bed and ran to him, taking his hands and dropping to your knees, kissing his knuckles and looking up at him with big soft eyes to let him know you meant business.

He smiled down at you and his heart melted a little at your expression of sorrow toward him.

“What conclusion did you come to puppy?” He asked as you pressed your warm mouth over the skin on his fingers.

“I love you. I want to be here with you. Always.”

Harry pulled one of his hands from yours and softly brushed his knuckles over your cheek, “That makes me so happy to hear. So what you said to me earlier was a lie then, was it?” He raised his brows at you.

You nodded, “Yes. I was mean to say it and I knew you wouldn’t like it. I lied to you. I’m sorry.”

“So you just wanted to hurt me, then. You wanted to say something that would break my heart and make me sad?”

You nodded again, “I’ll never do it again. I swear. Please keep me. Please. I don’t want to go back to my family or see my ex-boyfriend ever again.”

The edge of Harry’s mouth quirked up at your apology, “I believe you, pup. I forgive you.”

You squeezed tears of relief from your eyes and wrapped your arms around his legs to hug him tight, “Thank you. I’ll make it up to you.”

“Yes, you will. Go upstairs.”

You walked upstairs with Harry following behind you and stopped when you’d gotten to the landing. Harry grabbed your upper arm and led you to the bedroom. The bedroom you shared with him when he wasn’t mad at you. Sometimes you slept in your own bedroom when he was frustrated or in a bad mood but you were glad to see he’d brought you to his room.

When he let go of your arm he gestured at you, “I’m going to show you something. Take your clothes off.”

You quickly slid the dress off over your head. You were bare underneath, as usual. He didn’t like you in panties typically so you rarely wore them.

You watched his expression closely as he took in your breasts and legs and your shoulders exposed to him.

He began to undo his pants when he looked back into your eyes, “I’m gonna make you understand something about me. Something that maybe you need a reminder of.”

You nodded as you watched him pull his clothes off. You pressed your thighs together, already getting yourself worked up with anticipation. It was involuntary at this point.

Harry didn’t miss the way you were squirming. As always, you were already getting turned on. He’d trained you so well that even when he was mean you would soak your thighs. You couldn’t help it.

When his underwear were thrown onto the floor he snapped his fingers and motioned to the bed. You quickly climbed onto the bed as he crawled after you. His hands found your legs as he pushed you down to your bum and spread your legs apart before he ran his pointer and middle finger through your slippery folds.

“Who always makes you come, Y/n?” Harry kept his eyes on your wet pussy as he asked you.

“You do. Only you, Harry.”

His face was set in a stoic expression as he stuffed his fingers in knuckles deep and then looked up at you, “That’s right. No one else gets you off. No one else has ever or will ever make you come. You’re mine. Isn’t that right?”

You nodded and wiggled your hips when you felt his thumb tacky against your clit, “I’m yours, Harry.”

He pulled his fingers out of your cunt and leaned over your body before pushing his wet fingers into your mouth, “See how wet you get? That’s only mine. You’re wet because of me.”

You closed your eyes and sucked at his fingers as he shifted between your legs and you felt his tip penetrating your slippery opening.

Harry grunted when he felt your delicious walls around him and began to thrust into you deeply and you automatically bent your knees, lifting your thighs and held onto your ankles to keep yourself angled how he liked so he could fuck you while you stayed still for him, spread out and open all for him.

When he pulled his fingers from your mouth you opened your eyes as he put his hand over your neck and punctuated each thrust with a harsh rut at the end, making your eyes water.

“You think you can just leave and go find that little twerp and he can do this to you?” He rocked in hard, your body jolting upward when his balls began to smack into your ass.

You shook your head, “No!” You squeaked the word as he continued to pound into you.

“Think he’d fill you up and stuff your pussy the way I can?”

The bed beneath you was rocking and creaking as Harry was giving your pussy no mercy. You shook your head and whimpered.

“Think you’re gonna get taken care of every single day the way I take care of you? Every morning and every night to feed your insatiable appetite?”

You knew he was right. You wanted to be on Harry’s cock all the time. You normally were begging him if you two weren’t really doing anything. Harry could hardly keep up with how horny you were but he loved that you needed it so often. You had truly and properly kept his balls happily drained.

Harry shifted and pulled you into his lap so now your position was easier for you to control. You rolled your hips down over his pelvis and felt the yummy contact it gave your clit. Harry moaned as he watched you for a moment, your face scrunched up in lust.

“See? See how good it feels? No one else will feel like this inside of you.”

You nodded and put your hands on his strong shoulders as you got into a quick cadence with your hips smushing into his.

“Look at you fucking yourself on my cock like you need it. Like you can’t live without it. What would you do if you no longer had me to love you and give this to you?”

You whined and shook your head, “Please. I’m sorry. I love you, fuck…” you squeaked as your body swayed back and forth and you felt your high beginning to unfold in your tummy where his tip was nudging so deep.

“Yeah? Tell me more. Make me feel like you mean it. Want to know you’re really mine, puppy.”

You let your fingers travel to the nape of his neck and you pressed your lips to his, applying a soft kiss to his mouth to show him your love before moving back, “I never think about anyone but you, Harry,” you panted, grinding down and making him gasp the way you were squeezing around him.

“And I’m so happy with you. You make my heart flutter every time I look at you.” Another kiss to his lips, this time with a swipe of your tongue over his mouth as you scraped your nails into the bottom part of his scalp. He squeezed your bottom and you felt him shift upward into you, “I can’t wait to give you babies and make a big family with you. Harry, you’re all I want.”

You could think of a million reasons why you were sorry and why you wanted his forgiveness but the press of your clit against Harry, his big palms on your breasts, the quiver coming from your insides where he was taking up every inch… it was hard to form sentences as you felt your orgasm crawl over your tummy and your thighs as your heart pounded.

“That’s right, pup. We belong together. It’ll never feel this good with anyone else,” Harry spoke between clenched teeth as his dick throbbed. He could tell you were seconds from bursting.

You rocked forward and let out a garbled moan, attaching your lips to his as your orgasm sent shockwaves through your body. You were shaking hard as you ground against him.

Harry’s loud groan erupted from his throat as he moved his lips with yours. He pumped into you in his own release and lowered his hands from your tits to your hips to hold you down in place, so he could pour his come into your guts.

Pressing your body against his you continued to moan and gasp against his lips as you felt his fingertips pressing into your hips and his cock thumping inside of you as he came. It was the best feeling. To have given him his release. You were sure that he had forgiven you if he was giving you his come.

Both of your bodies were heaving and warm as you kept your chest to his. Harry rubbed a soothing palm up and down your spine as his heart began to settle after some moments.

You pushed yourself back to look at him, “Do you forgive me?” You brought soft fingertips to his jaw and over his cheeks.

Harry sighed and brought his own hands up to your face with a loving brush of his thumbs against your cheekbones, “Of course I do, Puppy. You proved to me that you love me and it makes me so happy when you’re good like this.”

That was all you wanted to hear. That he had forgiven you. You hated to make him mad or sad. You felt like your heart could explode you were so relieved, “Thank you. Thank you,” you whispered as you closed your eyes and pressed your face into his hand.

“There you go, pup. Now we’re okay.”

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The Boggart - Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Word Count - 1227

Themes - Angst & Fluff

Sebastian hurried down the stretching corridor, he was running late for his next class. He was already on thin ice with his friends, Ominis and (Y/N) after the events in the catacombs near Feldcroft. He didn’t need to anger his professors too.

He skidded around the corner, taking the staircase at high speed, nearly knocking over a first year Hufflepuff in the process.

“Sorry!” He yelled, practically running now.

“Fifth years.” The first year muttered, rolling their eyes. Sebastian paid no attention and continued running. He had just rounded the corner to the classroom when he spotted his fellow fifth years entering the room. He’d made it just in time. He joined the back of the group, trying to slip into the room unnoticed. He saw (Y/N) and Ominis sitting together on one of the benches towards the front of the room. Before the event in Feldcroft he would have joined them, but now they were barely on speaking terms. It felt like they were punishing him for doing what he felt was right at the time, now though, he was remorseful, he knew what he did was wrong. He became lost in his thoughts of that fateful day. How could he have taken it that far? Yes, he desperately wanted to help Anne but thinking with a clear head now, he knew that what he had done was the worst thing possible. He’d lost his family because of it.

While Sebastian was thinking to himself, (Y/N) looked over her shoulder and spotted him at the back of the room. She nudged Ominis.

“I would tell you to look behind you but you can’t see so…” She said with a smirk. Ominis huffed.

“If I wanted to be insulted, I would go and find Peeves. What are you looking at?” He asked.

“Sebastian, he’s staring into space. It’s like he’s thinking about something. (Y/N) replied. Ominis scoffed. As angry as you were with Sebastian, you also felt bad for him. He’d lost his family over some stupid decisions he’d made and now he was paying for it, granted he was lucky that he hadn’t ended up in Azkaban. You were about to get up and speak to him when the door to the classroom swung open.

“Good morning class! In today’s defence against the dark arts lesson, we will be learning about boggarts.” Chimed Professor Hecat. You groaned internally; you knew what your boggart would be, but you didn’t want anyone else to know what you were afraid of.

To start the class, Professor Hecat asked a few questions about boggarts, such as their origin, what form they take and how to deal with them. Those that she picked to answer the questions passed with flying colours. You glanced behind you again, noticing that Sebastian still seemed deep in thought. Your head snapped back to the front when you heard a chest rattling and banging around.

“So, who wants to go first? Mr Sallow?” Professor Hecat knew that Sebastian hadn’t been listening. Sebastian gulped loudly and stood up, stepping into the centre of the room. He placed one foot in front of the other and tried to prepare for what would appear from the box. Even though he hadn’t been listening, he’d heard about this chest from a sixth year. It was the boggart chest, and he had a feeling he knew what was about to appear in front of him.

Professor Hecat released the latches on the chest and the top flew open, making everyone in the room jump. Sebastian gripped his wand tighter. What was the spell he needed to use to change it? He’d forgotten what it was. He felt frozen as he saw the boggart emerge from the chest. He tried to remind himself that it wasn’t real but he felt frozen. In front of him was Solomon Sallow, his uncle. He stared at the boggart; it looked the same as what his uncle had before the catacombs.

His chest felt tight as the boggart in the form of his uncle stepped out of the check, wand in hand. The boggart took a step towards him and drew the wand in a fighting stance.

“AVADA-KA-“

“Ridikulus!” (Y/N) yelled, raising her wand and transforming the boggart. Professor Hecat was taken back by the scene that had unfolded in her classroom, she scolded (Y/N) for taking over. She then turned to where Sebastian was stood to find that he wasn’t there and the door to her classroom had closed with a loud slam.

“Oh for goodness sakes, Mr Sallow. Come back here now!” Professor Hecat yelled.

“What just happened?” Ominis asked, confusion lacing his words. You explained quickly what had happened with the boggart, how it had taken the form of Solomon and Sebasitan’s hasty departure from the room.

“We must go after him.” Ominis stated. You agreed wholeheartedly, as much as you may have been angry with Sebastian after what had happened in the catacombs, he was still one of your best friends. You left the room with Ominis, much to the frustration of Professor Hecat, trying to think of where Sebastian may have gone. You searched the castle, from the Slytherin common room all the way to the Undercroft but you weren’t able to find him. Then it hit you.

“What about the room of requirement?” You asked, Ominis agreed, it was worth a try. You both headed to the wall where the room could be accessed and asked to find Sebastian. The room opened into a dark corridor with a single door at the end. Casting lumos, you both made your way down the corridor, stopping short of the door. You could hear heavy breathing and the sound of sobs. You tried the handle and surprisingly the door opened into a dark, damp room. You spotted Sebastian in the corner on the floor, head in his hands, chest heaving with every breath.

You raced over to him, practically dragging Ominis with you. You put your hands on Sebastians shoulders and his head jolted up, looking you in the eyes for the first time since the events in Feldcroft.

“I-I’m Sorry, I’m so sorry. I never meant to take it as far as I did. I only wanted to help Anne.” He cried, burying his head back into his hands. You pulled him in to you, holding him tightly. You watched as Ominis put a hand on his shoulder for comfort.

I’m so sorry to both of you. I should have never put you through that. Will you ever be able to forgive me? Please don’t hate me.” Sebastian sobbed. You held him tighter, glancing at Ominis. Ominis nodded, neither of you hated him, he was your best friend.

“We don’t hate you, Sebastian.” You said kindly. “And we forgive you, we just needed some time.” Ominis finished, squeezing his shoulder for reassurance. Sebastian threw his arms around both of you, practically dragging Ominis to the floor.

“Thank you.” Sebastian whispered, feeling like a piece of himself had been mended by just hearing those words. They all knew it would take a while for them to heal from the events that had happened over the last school year, but they were determined to see the year through and end it on a better note than what the middle of the year had been.

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[eskymoos]

Keegan P Russ As a Romantic Partner

Headcannons by Eskimos

I.  A Methodical Maestro with a Playful Twist It's been confirmed that his personality type is ISTP, which means that his brain is his strongest weapon. He is methodical and very tactful with his language and would always offer a hand to you. Feeling lost? He's always there with a good solution. Feeling sad? He's the guy to ask for advice. Even if he lacks experience in some fields he's very quick to learn and perfect them so I suppose he'd also be a bit competitive. Keegan doesn't miss an opportunity to beat you to everything you like. All while playing dumb in order to cherish the amazement on your end. *** ''How'd you do that?! Wow!''

''Just luck, I guess,'' he'd say with an indifferent shrug while a childish grin creeps onto his face.

*** II. The Jester of your Heart Keegan is very reserved but he's a skilled people reader. He would quickly get used to your moods and soon you wouldn't even have to tell him when you're feeling sad. He just steals a glimpse and he already knows what to do. However, sometimes the cocky side of him comes out in the most inconvenient time and things tend to get more spicy. Whenever you give him the silent treatment for no reason, he begins threading on thin ice with you. *** ''Whatcha want for dinner, sweet pea?'' *Silence.* ''What's wrong, my beautiful?'' He asks, coming closer to you. When you turn the other way to further provoke him, he guides his hands to your hips and presses the weight of his chest to your back. ''Funny little thing. Have you given a vow of silence? I like when we play this game, y'know.'' His hands drop lower and lower and his mouth comes to caress the back of your neck. His hot breath makes your hairs stand. ''Your heart's beating fast.'' III. Under the Hard Scales of His Heart

Independence is Keegan's last name. He never learned how to embrace the art of teamwork, though his job required it. At times he was too disconnected to properly do the job. In a relatioship he might have some trouble turning to you for assistance. Whenever something is on his mind, he blocks out the world and faces it on his own. He's likely to turn down tips from other people. Not from you though. The first time you lent your hand for help, he was quite surprised and even a bit suspicious. It unlocked a part of him he never knew he had. He felt cared for and seen. In time Keegan learned to trust your word and be less stubborn when you tried to aid him. IV. Tsunami of Love

That's what he is. A natural disaster. A tornado of energy and a tsunami. Behind closed doors he is much less calm. His love language is mostly acts of service and physical touch but sometimes the two mix together into something even more grand. If you happen to be struggling under a pile of undone work, he would find the perfect moment to distract you. Before you can even get a word out, he has already picked you up from the chair and carrying you to your room bridal style. *** ''What are you doing, Keegan?!''

He continues to march through the house and whistle proudly. Keegan tosses you onto the bed like you don't weight anything at all.

''Stay here.'' He commands, exiting and closing the door behind him.

In a few minutes time he comes back with your favorite chocolates and a beer for himself. ''I will be your only occupation today.'' *** V. The Kids' Favorite The way I see it, Keegan would have very specific sense of humor. His jokes can be very sharp and borderline offensive but the moment a kid comes in sight he turns into a soft cinnamon roll.

He has this energy that kids absolutely adore because he's a great listener and adapts to the circumstances easily. There's something about the purity of the young generation that makes him feel protective. ***

One time you saw him play with a small group of children after a difficult operation. He was kneeling down in front of a little girl and his eyes glimmered as she tried to pronounce his name. The child obviously had rhotacism (cannot pronounce the letter r) and he found it quite adorable. ''Keegan Russ. Russ. Can you say it?'' Keegan bit his lip, holding back a chuckle.

''Keegan Hhhus.'' The girl tried to repeat it but failed terribly. Keegan burst out laughing.

''Rrrrrrrr,'' he growled playfully and she giggled at it.

''Grhhhrr!''

''Oh, you're growling at me now? Come here you.'' Keegan extended his arms to trap her in a harmless embrace.

There was something about his love for children that won your heart every time. ***

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[jessmaybank]

My best friends brother series; Part 3 - It all comes crashing down

Series masterlist

Outer banks masterlist

Paring(s): Rafe Cameron x fem! Kook reader.

Word count: 1.6k

Summary: it all falls apart at Wards charity event.

Warnings: alcohol use, swearing, mentions of sex, angst.

Authors Note: Thank you for all the love I have received from this series!! There will be more parts to this, so enjoy :) btw this is angsty.

A week had past since you slept with Rafe, and you had spent the time reflecting on your shitty actions. You had betrayed your best friend, and there was no justifying your actions now. There was no going back.

What hurt you the most was the lack of aftercare from Rafe. He just walked away like you were nothing. The worst part though, was that you were naive enough to think it would go down differently. You only had yourself to blame.

You spent the week doing all you could to avoid Rafe, but that would end today. Ward was throwing a charity event at the golf course to help his image. To your dismay, Sarah would not take no for an answer when she asked you to come.

So, there you stood, at the entrance to the golf club, mentally begging your heart palpitations to stop. Here goes nothing.

You make a beeline straight to the bar when you enter, needing something to take the edge off. You text Sarah that your at the bar and you tell her to meet you here.

You were about to open your mouth to tell the bartender your order, when a male voice beats you to it.

“She’ll have a vodka soda, no ice. Beer for me please”

You already knew it was Rafe, but you turned your head for confirmation anyway. He was wearing a white collared shirt and Grey trousers, with a sweater draped around his shoulders, his kook-like style on full display.

Your eyebrows furrow as your shoot him a look, one that says how the hell do you know my drink order?

“You’ve been ordering the same drink for years Y/N. I’m observant” he says.

His eyes trail up and down your figure as he studies you, admiring just how good you look in your white tennis skirt, your thighs on display for him. It took everything in him not to pick you up, throw you on top of the bar and wrap those tanned thighs around his waist.

Your agitation was growing by the second. He could pay attention enough to learn your favourite drink, but not enough to catch on to your anger towards him.

“Yeah, well, how about you observe me walking away from you, asshole” you say, turning around to get away from him.

Rafe grabs your arm, forcing you to stay put.

“Let go of me”

“What’s your problem?” He asks, a confused look splattered on his face.

“Your my problem, Rafe. I’m not doing this right now” you spit.

You wanted to yell at him, you wanted to ask how he could just fuck you like he did and then leave without a word. But you had too much pride for that.

The bartender puts your drinks down, and you take the opportunity to grab your liquid courage and retreat, making your way outside onto the course.

Eventually you find Sarah, and you put on your best poker face on to cover your bad mood, which fortunately she doesn’t question. After a couple drinks, you both decide to play some golf.

Rafe couldn’t take his eyes off you, his blue orbs filled with desire as he watches you play, paying attention to the way your skirt rises every time you take a shot. You were sticking your ass out just to tease him, and holy shit was it working.

He could feel his trousers tighten as he watched you run a hand through your hair, the summer heat getting to you. Your skin glistened with a thin layer of sweat as you took another shot, your cleavage on full display as you bent down to get another ball.

Watching the scene before him made all the anger towards you leave his body. How could he be mad when you looked like that?

Only feelings of confusion were left, he had no idea why you were so angry, and he was eager to find out.

You left Sarah on the course to use the bathroom. You wash your hands and fix your lipgloss in the mirror before heading back out. You turn the corner in the hallway, and see Rafe walking towards you.

You try to turn around and walk the other way, but he stops you, grabbing your arm and pinning you against the wall, before moving his hands to either side of your head, completely cornering you.

“Leave me alone” you protest, rolling your eyes as a gesture of resistance to his dominant action.

“Your a brat, you know that” he tuts, moving his left hand to grab your jaw, forcing you to look up at him.

“And a tease” he says lowly in your ear, the raspiness in his voice making you clench your thighs together. You were not going to submit to him, not this time.

You let out a sarcastic laugh, and Rafes jaw clenches, a serious tone now plastered on his face.

He wraps his hand round your throat, the cold metal of his rings digging into your neck.

“Drop the attitude” he says, the coldness in his words making a shiver run down your spine.

“Why? So you can fuck me again, and leave me there, naked in your fucking kitchen, like I mean nothing to you?”

The moment the words leave your plump red lips, his hand drops from your throat, his face softening as he scans your features. You were full of hurt, and he could see it.

“That’s why your angry? Y/N I-“

“I’m not angry at you Rafe, I’m angry at myself. It’s my mistake for thinking it would be different with me” you say, a pitiful smile spread across your face as you expose your vulnerable state to him.

“Of course it’s different” he says, his right hand moving from the side of your head to your cheek, cupping your soft skin.

He gave you a look that said please, please believe me. But you didn’t.

Before you could bat his hand away, your eyes flicker to a figure watching you both at the end of the hallway.

Sarah.

Being best friends with Sarah for years, you knew her like the back of your hand. She was going to kill you.

“Shit” you mutter, pushing Rafe away from you. He’s confused at first, but when he follows your eyesight and sees his sister, his eyes widen.

“I knew it! This is why you’ve been acting off these past couple weeks? Your fucking my brother?”

“Sarah, I can explain-“

“Don’t” she snaps, before storming off.

You chased after her into the car park, but she drove off before you got a chance to speak to her.

Tears streamed down your face as you plopped yourself onto the pavement, dialling Sarah’s number. The depressing sound of the ringer filling your ears as she ignores your calls.

After about 5 minutes, you decide to pull yourself together, and do what you do best, which is taking full advantage of an open bar.

Each sip of the vodka tasted better than the last, the burning sensation in your throat beginning to fade as you become number and number.

Rafe noticed your puffy eyes and red cheeks from across the room, but he couldn’t bring himself to approach you. He knew this was his fault, there was nothing he could say to fix it.

Once you decided you were drunk enough, you stumbled your way through the crowds of people, wanting to go home.

“Y/N, how much have you had to drink?” A male voice says, and you realise you accidentally walked into Rafe.

You ignore him, trying to push past his figure. Unfortunately, he was much stronger than you.

Before you could comprehend what was happening, he was picking you up bridal style and carrying you into the car park.

“What are you doing” you slur.

“I’m taking you home”

Too intoxicated to fight back, you let him put you down and guide you into his passenger seat, doing your seatbelt up for you and shutting the door before walking round to the drivers seat.

The ride home was silent, your head resting on the window as you ponder the dramatic events that occurred tonight.

Rafe was racking his brain for the right thing to say, his mouth opening and closing constantly like a gulping fish. Before he could decide on a sentence, we arrived at your house.

You undo your seatbelt as he drives us up the gravel driveway, eager to get out as soon as possible.

“I know this is my fault” Rafe starts, his finger tapping erratically on his leg to try and calm his nerves.

“I’m sorry. I’m going to make this right Y/N, I swear-“

“Right?” You chuckle, the coldness behind you eyes unmissable.

“All you do is hurt people Rafe. You’ve hurt me” you say quietly, staring at the windscreen infront of you. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.

“Y/N, please-“

The slamming of the car door interrupts his pathetic attempt at an apology, and you run towards your house. Your eyes well up for the second time tonight as you rummage in your purse for your keys, the tears and alcohol together making your vision blurry.

Finally, you scramble through the door, slamming it shut before putting your back against it. You slide down until your sitting on the cold marble floor, bringing your knees to your chest.

Rafe punched his steering wheel over and over, his vision blurry as his anger takes over him. His frustration is evident as he runs his hands through his hair, a string of curse words leaving his mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” he rambles, before turning the key in the ignition and driving off into the early evening fog.

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[spliffymae]

WRITTEN OFF.

synopsis: it’s just you and your ex husband speaking…at three in the morning…with tensions at a crazy high…you’re totally fine.

⚠️, swearing, mentions of cheating, smut, oral (m receiving), toji is a dickhead, reader experiencing body issues during pregnancy, angst with a mix of sadness.

pt.1 if y’all haven’t read it already :)

kio’s notes - guys i am so proud of this part. omfg idk what it is but i ate this shit up. also wanted to just say thank you all so much for interacting with my posts and loving my stories 🫶🏽🥹 honestly makes me so happy to know y’all love it!

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“so my name can’t be said in your house, toji? what, am i voldemort now?”

“might as well be.” he mumbled, looking anywhere but at you. he couldn’t, not when you wore one of his old college sweaters he had forgotten at your house when you two started dating, four years ago. you ended up keeping it as a part of your wardrobe.

unfortunately, you hadn’t a clue that you were wearing something of his.

you folded your arms, leaning on your right leg. you were going to start with your attitude, you knew that for certain, and you didn’t care. “really? that’s how we’re acting? grow the hell up, toji. i’m not the one who ruined our marriage.”

“no just the one who ended it, right?”

you scoffed, “well i wonder why!” you said sarcastically. if he could play the ass then so could you. hell, you’d do it better.

toji rolled his eyes as a response. “i’m not doing whatever this is with you, (y/n). just tell me what megumi took and let me go take care of him.” he pinched the bridge of his nose with his empty hand. he was stressed, the evidence all over his face.

unbeknownst to you, he had been having the hardest time as a single father, trying to manage the complexities between todays adolescent life and the development of a baby. now add on his hefty paperwork from his missions and he was positive he could be sent to an early grave from stressing so hard. there wasn’t enough time in the day.

“i don’t know what the drug is, he—.” toji cut you off,

“the hell you mean you don’t know?” he spoke as if you should’ve known, almost judging you for not. the tone had your brow raised, now looking at him with narrow eyes. it was your way of telepathy, non-verbally telling him to ‘watch it’, because he was on paper thin ice.

“like i was saying—he got in the car and didn’t say. i didn’t even think to ask at that moment because i was just concerned with bringing him home first. it was a priority but at—.”

he cut you off again, this time with a scoff.

“just not top priority, right?”

you blinked.

you blinked again.

there was a silence between the two of you. a thick silence holding all the tension you two had created from being in the others presence.

toji had regretted the words just as they came out. he knew he messed up. he knew megumi had been your top priority when he didn’t have to be. when you were nothing more than toji’s friend who would just babysit the young boy whenever his father went out on missions.

megumi had been your first child, whether it be by blood or not. you loved him like he was, raised him, and became the parent he never knew he needed.

toji would always say it was your smile that drew him in, or say to his colleagues at work dinners it was your beauty, but truthfully—honestly, it was the way you loved his son like he was your own.

“i’m gonna give you a chance to take that back,” you spoke softly, voice slightly cracking. “because i know right now you’re just saying shit to hurt me. i love megumi, and if you wanna swing low, i promise you, toji, i will swing to hell.” you pointed. your eyes had become glossy with tears and you hated it.

megumi was a soft spot for you, always has been. whenever you and toji would get in spats in regard to him you were always on the defense for megumi. you were his advocate when there was no one else. but you were also reminded by toji (only when boiling points had been reached) that your advocacy did not need to be respected because you were not megumi’s real mom.

toji looked at his daughter, who had fallen asleep against his chest, soft and shallow breaths leaving her lips. she was your twin and he knew it was his karma. karma for his infidelity, his lying ways. he knew he shouldn’t have said anything, but he couldn’t help it.

“say it, toji. tell me i’m not his mom—do it!” you stepped closer. your eyes quickly darted to your daughter to see if your sudden volume increase had startled her awake. thankfully it didn’t.

“tell me he’s not my son, go ahead. tell me i went to every sports game, recital, and parent-teacher interview by myself because he wasn’t my son. say it, i want to hear you say, ‘(y/n), you’re not megumi’s mom. he’s not your son.”

there were tears in your eyes now, droplets falling after you’d blink. “let me remind you while you were out getting your dick wet in another bitch, i was home, pregnant and alone, with megumi who had a high ass fever. i took care of him when his own father put pussy over him. so don’t come to me about my priorities, ight?”

at the mention of his cheating, toji’s lips pressed into a thin line. he had definitely struck a nerve with his previous comment.

“i told you she meant nothing to me. i wasn’t in my right mind and—”

“and were just mad at your pregnant wife, so you decided to cheat on her. that would show me, huh toji?”

how many times was he going to have to apologize for what he did?

for doing the one thing he swore to not do?

he opened his mouth to speak. what he was going to say was what he didn’t quite know just yet. he wasn’t sure if he wanted to defend himself or just fight back. what was even the point of fighting back? everything you were saying was true.

rin had fussed from under him, her little whines being a reminder to her parents she was still present.

“i—” toji began but you cut him off by raising your hand up,

“shut up and feed my child. i’m going to go check on my son.” you didn’t wait for response from him as you turned to head upstairs, stomping away to let out some anger.

you left toji to realize he was in fact about to feed rin before arguing with you. and he cursed himself for forgetting what he originally came downstairs to do.

“shit.” he muttered as he went to the couch. he took her out the carrier and sat down with her. thankfully her bottle hadn’t spoiled and was still warm. damn you for being aware of your daughters needs.

“sorry, rinny. got distracted.” he kissed her forehead as he put the bottle to her lips. there was that feeling he felt in the kitchen again, that guilt. he hated it.

it was like someone took a fire to the inside of his stomach. it was hot, burning even. he was uncomfortable whenever it came because it was a feeling he couldn’t suppress.

he felt ever since that night, and it only ever grew as the days progressed.

toji had come home later than he told you, he had to stop to bring home food for you and megumi, as well as shower to rid himself of the smell of sex.

he didn’t mean to do it, honestly. he was just mad and needy. you hadn’t been giving him the attention he wanted from you. you wouldn’t let him touch you or even kiss you anywhere that wasn’t on your face. he needed the intimacy, and you only wanted privacy.

you claimed it was because you felt gross. you tried to explain to your husband how the pregnancy was affecting your mental state, mostly how you viewed your body. you already had body issues prior to being pregnant, but now, at your six month mark, you felt like you didn’t know who was staring back at you in the mirror.

but toji couldn’t understand. he kept trying to tell you how pretty you were to him, how beautiful you were all big with his baby, but you would never really take in his words. you just shrugged them and his reassuring kisses off with a fake smile and a quiet “thanks.”

you were supposed to go with him to this big work dinner. you had promised him you’d go and be his pretty little wife months ago. smile big in front of potential clients, mention your husband’s various accolades, basically put toji on a pedestal so they would choose him.

but when the night came, you weren’t feeling up for the event. toji of course wasn’t pleased as he had been telling you about this dinner for months. he tried to convince you to come but like previous disputes you two have had, it ended in yelling and arguments.

you yelled at him for his apathy; not understanding just how tired you were from carrying his baby, working during the pregnancy, and being the present parent for megumi in terms of school while toji went on his missions.

he yelled at you for not giving him the attention he deserves as your husband. for not being there for him when he needed you. honestly he knew it was dumb to have this argument. he should’ve just kissed you and agreed to let you stay home. but his stupid pride got in the way.

so he ended up going alone, dressed in his fancy suit and shoes, silver audemars piguet watch on his wrist and cuff links to match. he walked into the banquet hall and decided he would do it all himself—like he always did.

that’s when he stumbled into her, shoko ieri. she had complimented him on the way he flipped one of the biggest and most stubborn drug lords in the city to hire him for a hit job. she offered to buy him a celebratory drink, whiskey—since she was drinking it too.

it happened fast, at least to toji. the way they went from a playful banter by the bar to sitting next to each other at one of the tables. she had been a guest of his colleague, satorou gojo. she was a doctor for men in his line of work.

“so if i get injured on the job…” toji remembers starting, leaning back in the chair and putting his arm around the back of shoko’s. he had a smirk on his face as he manspread in his seat.

“then just stop by mine and i’ll make it all better.” she patted his cheek, eyes twinkling in mischief.

she ordered another round of whiskey for the two of them. the more he drank, the more you and megumi slipped from his mind. the more he ignored the gnawing sound in the back of his head. the one that kept telling him to stop.

another round of whiskey lowers the volume of his conscience. he can hear shoko better as she tells him about an impromptu surgery she performed on toji’s other colleague—and the godfather to your daughter, suguru geto. she touches toji’s bicep every now and again, as the story reaches turning points and it’s climax. the noise in his head comes back once she finishes the story, reminding him that you are waiting for him at home.

“but i don’t want to talk about me. i want to hear about the one and only toji fushiguro,” she leans in to him and his heart swells.

another round of whiskey. the noise has been minimized to a hum toji now hears every now and again as he tells her about an operation gone wrong in nagasaki. the conversation takes a flirtatious turn when shoko’s hand flies to his knee in a somber stroke, mumbling about how tired toji must’ve been after. his ego bursts.

another round of whiskey and toji does not recall there ever being a noise in his head. it’s quiet now, with only the sound of the jazz band and shoko having his attention. her hand remains on his knee, cherry red nails scraping against his thigh as it inches higher. toji makes a comment about switching to water for the night but shoko reminds him that just like the night they are both young.

another round of whiskey. toji’s hand is squeezing shoko’s thigh, his fingers grazing higher to places he yearns to explore. her lips now the colour plum, stained from the red wine she was nursing in between shots.

“there’s a hotel above us, y’know.” her eyes were piercing into his own. lips in a smirk and cheeks red from being flustered.

“so why are we still sitting here?” toji asked, lifting a brow. shoko smiled and unlocked her phone, passed it to him with the contact page open.

“add yourself. then wait for ten minutes.” she had a confidence about her that toji found captivating. so he did as she said, tapping his thumbs against her screen and filling out the information. when he gave her back the phone, she smiled and stood up, sauntering away.

his dick was hard. he was leaning back in the chair, wiping a hand down his face to calm himself down.

in the moments he spent to himself, the noise he had long forgotten slowly made its way back to max volume. he signaled to the waitress for another round.

the glasses of alcohol were brought in front of him, two tall shot glasses. he took them down without a thought, the liquid burning his throat.

his phone vibrated on his lap,

unknown

room 615.

it happened in slow motion, at least to toji. the way his fist knocked against the door of the hotel room and shoko answered with a smirk before pulling him in by his belt. then things started to pick up.

the way he cupped her face and kissed her hungrily. his anger from earlier and passion from the lust he felt were put into the kiss, the sounds of their lips smacking and shoko moaning ringing in his ears.

she broke away to flash a wicked smile before she bent down in her heels, becoming eye level with his crotch. she began pawing at the bulge in his pants, emitting a groan from him. his hand grabbed at her hair, chestnut coloured tresses bunched up in his fist and a gruff “suck it” leaving his lips.

his dick was hard and it was leaking for her. the way she sucked on his reddened tip had his eyes fluttering closed. she opened her mouth wide and took him until her nose was brushing against his freshly trimmed pubic hairs.

those same nails that had his leg jumping traced his prominent v-line. toji was seeing stars as she began to bob her head. he hadn’t gotten head in so long, months probably. her throat was so tight, so warm.

does it help if he said he thought of you during it, the cheating?

when he had her back arched over the bathroom sink and stared at her fucked out expression through the mirror, he saw you for a minute. he blamed the alcohol, of course.

would it make you feel better if he said he used condoms?

he didn’t want to bring anything back to you. and after that night, he got tested sometime that week to make sure everything was okay. it was, and he let out a sigh of relief.

can knowing he felt like absolute shit once he finished bring you solace?

when she had come for the third and final time in the bed, he gave her a kiss to the forehead as she fell to sleep. he walked bear to the shower and at the sight of himself in the mirror he wanted to throw up.

he came home just after midnight to find you were sitting outside megumi’s door with a blanket over your body and head resting back against the wall.

“love,” toji crouched down and shook you softly. you should have been in bed. “(y/n), wake up.”

you stirred, but eventually your eyes opened to see your husband, with a curious look on his face. “you’re on the floor.”

“why didn’t you answer your phone?” was the first thing you asked him. you didn’t say hi, you didn’t ask how the night was—you got straight to it.

toji pulled his phone out from his pants pocket and turned off his do not disturb to see he had five missed calls and ten texts from you.

“i put it on do not disturb so i could focus on the clients, m’sorry baby. what happened, are you okay?” he quickly scrolled through the messages:

wifey👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻💍

you seriously are going to throw a fit bc i’m pregnant and tired?

wifey👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻💍

fine fuck you then

wifey👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻💍

ok not fuck you fuck you. fuck you for now

wifey👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻💍

megs is sick and his head is burning. is your dinner close to finishing?

wifey👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻💍

toji i get we are beefing atm but our son is sick and i need your help

wifey👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻💍

he just told me to leave him alone bc he doesn’t want to get me sick and possibly harm the baby. i told him that won’t happen but he won’t listen to me. toji pls call him

wifey👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻💍

bro can you not be on your petty shit for a hot minute and just answer me?! i don’t know what to do he has chills now! holy fuck

wifey👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻💍

toji !

wifey👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻💍

update: it’s been an hr, idk what tf you got goin on but megs is still sick. i made him soup and he had a little before throwing up. i gave him some medicine and cold towel for his head but there’s no change. idek why i’m texting this shit to you 🙄

wifey👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻💍

if i lock your ass out pls know it was justified.

toji looked at you with apologetic eyes. you were mad, rightfully so. you had expressed to him how uncomfortable you had been lately, with your body in more pain then before. standing up for long was difficult, he knew this. he had heard the doctor tell you not to over exert yourself and take it easy on your body.

“started to think you wouldn’t be coming home.” you pushed the blanket off of you, dressed in one of his tee shirts and a pair of your pajama pants, your cornrows tucked away under your hair scarf.

you struggled to get up on your own, your max weight now being shifted to your front and creating an imbalance. but you did it with a huff, toji standing tall now and watching. he had offered to help but you slapped his hand away.

“(y/n)—.”

“shut the fuck up. i’m going to bed and you’re on the couch.” you pushed the blanket into his chest. he was still slightly drunk so he stumbled back a bit, but caught himself.

toji didn’t have any more time to dwell on his past actions. or to recall the night you found out, because you had come back downstairs. “megs’ still high, but he says it’s better than how he was before. he said he and his friends took a pill—probably molly. i ordered him some food to eat so hopefully it comes down fast. rin doing okay?” you stood at the bottom of the stairs, leaning against the banister.

in front of you was toji’s back as he held rin, who was fast asleep in a formula coma. the bottle was empty and she was content, snoring away in her fathers arms.

“she’s fine now.” he mumbled but you heard. and with a nod, you walked to the door to put your shoes back on.

“great, i’ll be on my way. listen out for his food. kiss rin f’me.”

toji heard you unlock the door, and heard the sound of it opening. before you walked out though, he called out to you.

“yes?”

“was there any part of you that would’ve taken me back….after everything?” he turned his head so he could see you in his peripheral. he wasn’t going to look at you as you said it, he couldn’t.

he doesn’t think you understand how hard it’s been to look at you since that night.

you blew air out your mouth, cheeks puffed and eyebrows raised. you hadn’t expected for this to be the question he asks you as you get ready to leave. not at damn near five in the morning.

but might as well, right?

“honestly, yeah. i would always have these random moments where i would feel like i needed you again, in my life or in my bed…but then i would remember that you cheated on me when i was pregnant, and when i was in the darkest period of my pregnancy, at that.”

the emotions were still raw for you, the betrayal and the pain. it was a feeling that felt almost close to that of stabbing. a piercing blade through your heart that turned deeper into the organ anytime you’d think about it.

“i, uh, remember how i stayed up crying for months after because i just knew that whoever that woman was, she must’ve been the definition of gorgeous—because you used to tell me there was not a being alive who could outshine my beauty. and i believed you.”

“i didn’t lie” toji said. his voice was shaky and he honestly didn’t know why he asked you such a question. it was obvious there was no sign of reconciliation between you two. but yet he asked anyways, hoping some higher being somewhere would give him back his family. he didn’t appreciate it at first, but he’s learned now.

you chuckled dryly, “no, you were just proven wrong. goodnight, toji.” you quickly left after that, not wanting to wait around for anything he had to say.

as far as you were concerned, that was the end. it was over.

pt. 3

#Spotify #🌞🍃spliffymae #jjk⋞〈⏣》⋟ #toji fushiguro x black reader #toji x reader #baby daddy toji #toji zenin #toji smut #anime x black!reader #jjk #jjk x black reader #cheating #angst

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heat: s. kiyoko

word count: 2.3k

description: kiyoko x f!reader; requested by @wyrcan “could you maybe write a little kiyoko fic?? 🥺🤭 she could be the reader’s neighbor and they like get stuck in the apartment building’s elevator or something” a genius request you are a legend for this one

an: LET’S GO LESBIANS!! i normally don’t write in second person bc i don’t like telling people what to do but i thought i’d give it a try <3

warnings: they're trapped in an elevator, wine drinking, swearing, NOT PROOFREAD i can't read or spell :/

requests are currently open!

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The first time you saw her, it was early summer. A hot, humid day with sticky wet air and an unrelenting sun. It was a fresh heat after a cold spell, and you were dragging your feet along the carpeted floor of your apartment building. The thin material of your tank top and gym shorts were already overwhelming, and you were eyeing the plastic bag in your hand, half convinced the ice cream had already started melting into a sweet, thick puddle.

The air conditioning in your apartment building had busted, leaving your apartment somehow even more insufferable than it was outside. You had lingered in the aisle of the convenience store long enough for the storekeeper to get annoyed, and it was time for you to face the reality of your hot, sweaty day.

You were fumbling with the key, plastic bag dangling from your wrist and headphones around your neck, when you heard it. Footsteps that were entirely too loud and enthusiastic for the sluggish sort of day it was. You looked over your shoulder to catch sight of the source with an annoyed pout to see the commotion. Two men, one tall and bald, the other short with hair that maybe added a couple centimeters, each carrying a few haphazardly stacked boxes.

They’re moving in today? you had thought, thinking of how unbearable it must’ve been, and noting the way sweat stains seeped through each of their shirts.

You tried to reserve judgement as you leaned lazily against your front door, halfheartedly twisting your key around in the lock, watching them as they rushed down the hallway, laughing as they did so. They were loud, and you knew exactly which apartment they’d be heading for: the only one that was open, the one right across from yours.

And then, as you were pushing the door open with your hip, she turned the corner, floating down the hallway like a salty ocean breeze. And the second you saw her, dark hair cut short and eyes sparkling, carrying one, singular box labeled plants: delicate, your mouth went dry, and you forgot the heat.

She was only a step behind the others, and she was the one with a key in her hand. As she approached the door, you were vaguely aware of how odd you must’ve looked, frozen halfway through your front door, staring at the dark-haired woman with heart-shaped eyes, but it didn’t snap you out of your trance.

Whoever she was, she didn’t notice you until she had her own apartment door pushed open, and she turned slightly, catching your eye. She seemed surprised, for a second, to notice your staring. And you were amazed that, somehow, your face got hotter. Was she blushing too, or were you imagining it? You were pretty sure the people she was with were saying something to her, but you didn’t hear it. You were locked in, staring at the most beautiful girl you’d ever seen in your life.

And when she gave you a small smile and shifted the weight in her hands to give you a small, polite wave, you were hooked. That was it.

They piled into her apartment, leaving you standing there, stunned, ice cream getting softer. And when the door closed behind them, you were pretty sure you heard from the other side, “Kiyoko, I think that girl was into you!”

The heat returned to your mind, then, and you rushed into your apartment, letting the door slam shut behind you.

Summer persisted, the heat only rising and your air conditioner becoming more and more unreliable. Your methods for staying cool included cold showers, ice packs wrapped in your bedsheets, and avoiding the Kiyoko that had moved into the apartment across from yours, who never failed to make your face run hot.

There were a few times you had run into her, inevitably. Sometimes you’d open your doors at the same time, rushing to get to work. Sometimes you’d get in the elevator at the same time, and you would ask which floor she needed to get off at, pretending not to know already. You always avoided eye contact, and she seemed equally reserved.

And each time, the little crush you had developed got worse.

It made you feel so silly. You weren’t used to these little crushes that made you feel this debilitating combination of nerves and giddiness; excited when she spoke to you and nervous when you had to speak back. At this point in your life, you figured you were resigned to a life of sloppily flirting with girls in dark clubs or endlessly scrolling through dating apps. A love life devoid of romance.

But your neighbor made your blood pump hot and loud without ever even really speaking to you, and you excited at the notion of being proven wrong.

It was late in the summer now, heat stale and constant. Sweat made hair stick to the back of your neck as you climbed into the elevator in your apartment building, and all you could focus on was the cold shower that you were so close to. You had a lovely night planned for yourself, consisting of dramas and the new, unopened bottle of wine you had in your bag. You didn’t even really pay attention to the person who was rushing to catch the elevator, you just held the door open for them without a second thought.

You realized it was her when you caught a whiff of her perfume as she walked passed you: orchid, vanilla, coconut. She would spray it on right before she walked out of her door in the morning, and you would always catch it, enjoying how fresh and clean the scent was. You swallowed, stepping back into the corner as she entered, allowing her space. Your eyes were on the floor as you asked, “What floor?”

“Five, please,” she said, voice soft like it always is.

The door closed, and the elevator jerked upwards. It was an old one, one that probably did not run as smoothly as it once did. Your fingers tapped against the side of your bare thigh, right under the hem of your shorts.

As subtly as you could, you spared a glance in her direction, noting how her short hair was clipped back the best it could be, with short strands falling loose and sticking to the layer of sweat that coated her neck. You swallowed and looked away again.

The elevator rose slowly and shakily. It felt smaller, like it was shrinking the longer the two of you were in there alone.

“You know,” she said suddenly, and your head shot up at the sound of her voice-she usually never said more than one thing to you at once, “you always ask me what floor I need to get off on, but we live right across from each other.”

A nervous smile spreads across your face and you let out a wavering chuckle. “Heh, yeah. I think I just didn’t want you to think I was like, keeping track of where you lived, or anything.”

She laughs now, clear yet quiet. “I was starting to think I wasn’t memorable.”

You didn’t know how to tell her that it was the opposite. That you remember everything about her and tried very hard to make it seem like you did not. You opened your mouth, hoping something witty would come out but doubting your luck.

But then, the elevator shook. It shook in a way that threw you forward, stumbling over your feet until you knocked into your neighbor. Your hands went around her arms instinctively, just as hers went over your shoulders, each trying to keep you steady on your feet.

If your face was hot before, it was scorching now. You stayed there for just a moment, your wide eyes stuck on hers, before you forced yourself to take a firm step back.

And you were so focused on how her hands felt on the skin of your shoulders that you almost didn’t notice that the elevator had stopped moving entirely.

“Oh fuck,” you let out as the realization dawned on you. “Fuck, I always knew this thing would break down, I just hoped it wouldn’t be with me in it.”  

“I wouldn’t worry too much,” Kiyoko said from her corner of the elevator, now with a slight tinge of red in her cheeks. “We’ll just hit the emergency button, and I’m sure someone will be here soon. I’ve heard it usually takes like thirty minutes for help to arrive when someone’s stuck in one of these.”

One hour later, Kiyoko sat on the floor of the elevator, holding your brand new and now half-empty bottle of wine by the neck, taking one big gulp. The wine stained her lips and teeth red. You were sure that yours match.

It had only taken about twenty minutes for you to offer up the wine bottle. The heat and the stress was starting to get to you and you needed something as a distraction, other than the way Kiyoko had abandoned her outer layer in favor of a thin camisole. And it hit the both of you quickly, leaving you giggling and discussing nothing and everything. Tales of work and opinions on television stars and favorite albums.

Kiyoko seemed reserved at first, you had thought. But the more you spoke, and the more she eased into it, the surer she became, and the more she threw in her own comments and opinions. It was nice to listen to her.

She pulled the bottle from her lips and she handed it back to you. You took a hefty gulp of your own. It was making you feel pleasant and floaty. “Did you have any important plans for the night that got ruined?” Kiyoko asked, watching as a trickle of wine escaped from the corner of your mouth and trailed down your neck.

You gasped for air as you dropped the bottle once more, and you used the back of your hand to wipe your mouth of wine and spit. “Nope. Was just going to rewatch dramas all night until I fell asleep. Arguably, this is a better way to spend my time.”

Kiyoko laughed. “Same here. I haven’t been very social lately. It feels like this is the universe intervening in my introverted tendencies.”

You were being greedy when you took your second swig in a row, but you needed a bit more liquid courage to ask your next question. “What about the dudes that helped you move in? One of them your boyfriend or something?”

“No,” she said with a bit of an incredulous laugh, “I don’t do ‘boyfriends.’”

“Oh?” you questioned with a raised eyebrow, sliding the bottle of wine back in her direction.

She accepted it readily. “Yeah. I hope this doesn’t sound too cocky, but a lot of boys liked me in high school.”

“That doesn’t sound cocky at all,” you added, “it sounds like my worst nightmare.”

She smirked at you. “Exactly. I hated all of the attention from them. I was the manager for the boys’ volleyball club, so I was surrounded by them all the time. A lot of girls seemed to be jealous of the attention and I couldn’t imagine why. I would’ve much rather’ve been spending time with them.”

There was this way she looked at you, drunken eyes half-closed and pupils dilated that made goosebumps rise over your skin. And you felt like there was something she was trying to tell you. Or maybe it was just something that you desperately want to hear.

She lifted the wine bottle back to you, and instead of reaching forward to grab it, you scooted closer to her. When you grabbed the bottle, your fingers brushed against hers. And when you brought the bottle to your lips once more, you were hyperaware of the fact that it was her lips that were wrapped around that same glass just a second ago. “Did you get to? Spend any time with them, I mean.”

“Nope,” Kiyoko replied, leaning forward, resting her elbows on her knees. “I guess the universe just had it out for me.”

You shrugged and felt bold. “Well, maybe the universe is trying to make it up to you now.”  

Her blue eyes were wide and shinning. And when you looked into them it cooled you down, it made you feel like cool, ocean water was washing over you. And the world felt so small, then. It was just you and here, trapped in the hot, small elevator with nothing but a bottle of wine, stained lips, and the space between you. And it felt like the world was getting smaller and smaller.

That was when they finally pried the doors open.

The walk back to your respective apartments was quiet and sobering. Like all of the heat in that elevator was released and dissipated the second they freed you. Kiyoko kept her distance, but walked by your side, matching your stride, until the two of you were forced to part at the arrival of your doors.

With one hand, you fumbled with your key as you usually did, and the other limply held the almost-empty bottle of wine. You were thinking that maybe your cold shower would have to be a little longer and a little colder than usual to get your head screwed back on properly.

“Hey,” you heard the soft voice of Kiyoko, and you turned to face her. She leaned her back up against her door and smiled at you. “That was surprisingly fun.”

You grinned like an over-excited dog. “Maybe we should try getting stuck again.”

“Or we could just have the wine at my place, next time,” she proposed, her hands knotting together behind her back.

“Whenever you want,” you told her, trying not to sound too enthusiastic.

You stood still in place, watching as she blushed and turned away, pushing open her own door. And when the door closed behind her, you couldn’t help but stand and stare after her, feeling a heat that was different from the humidity that stuck to your skin.  

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reblogs are appreciated <3 if u made it this far pls feel free to let me know what u think !!

#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #hq x reader #hq x you #hq #kiyoko x fem reader #kiyoko shimizu x reader #kiyoko x reader #hq kiyoko #kiyoko shimizu #kiyoko shimizu x fem reader #kiyoko shimizu x yn #kiyoko x yn

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˗ˋˏ YUCK! ˎˊ˗ | 18+ Only (Part Two)

synopsis: how can you remain friends with benefits with someone who turns his plushies around during sex, pouts when you don't kiss him goodbye, and spends his time occupying your mind when all you want is for him to leave you alone?

pairing: lsm x yn (gn afab)

genre: fluff, humor, romance | m, smut

tags: alcohol/food - reader also briefly blacks out, costume party, cursing, domesticity, fwb, sexual innuendos, showering together, yn un-alives a spider, university au | cowgirl, cunnilingus, dirty talk, fingering, handjob, hickies, love making, pet names, pnv, praise

wc: 11.5k

a/n: hi this is part 2/2 of yuck! thank you all so much for waiting. I honestly had so much fun writing this, and I hope you have fun reading. lmk if I missed any tags in part one or two. comments and reblogs are super appreciated!! pls pee after sex so you don't get an uti ♡ -nu

yuck! - part one

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He came to your door unannounced, knocking loudly on your front door and causing you to jump in your seat. Three sharp knocks against the door using his middle knuckles and then a few friendly taps because he realizes he's standing in front of your door and not his resident’s door. The sound echoes loudly inside your lonely apartment but isn’t loud enough to alarm your neighbors because he purposely leans his side against the door to diffuse the sound and vibrations. You can’t blame him for his habit - he’s used to knocking on so many doors in one night that the freezer part of his mini fridge is stocked with frozen sponges in plastic baggies so he can ice his swollen knuckles at night. You don’t even have to look through your peeping hole to know it’s him, but it’s weird because you know he should be on-call today. Still, the knocks are enough to scare you into thinking you’re still dorming in the universities.

He tells you he has an employee banquet a few days before the break and was worried that his makeup might smudge on his suit. He also brought your go-to drink order from the tea shop across campus, punching in your specific add-ons and adjustments into the kiosk before even deciding what new seasonal drink he wanted to try. You had no choice but to begrudgingly take your drink from him while you shuffled to the side of your door so he could come into your apartment.

"I thought you already knew how to do this.”

You see him hold up your hand mirror to his neck to look at the small bruise you left on the side of his neck a few nights ago. He sits cross-legged on your apartment living room carpeted floor while you sit on the ottoman next to him.

“Only for an everyday base routine for my face,” he frowns while softly poking his bruise. “But my neck makeup keeps smudging and I don’t know how to stop it from getting on my clothes,” he admits while he lowers the neckline of his t-shirt, thinking about the stains he left on his shirt collars.

You uncap the bottle you’re holding and spray the cool setting spray on his bruise. He fans the wet product with his hand while you dig through his toiletry bag for his color-correcting palette. You dip his tiny makeup brush into the palette and bring the product-coated brush to paint over his bruise.

“If you want me to stop marking you, you can just tell me,” you suggest to him while brushing another thin layer. You tap your pointer finger lightly around the harsh edges, blending the colors into his skin. An intrusive thought tells you to poke your finger deep into his skin, but you decide not to.

He ooo’s at how you’re blending the product, angling the mirror so he can better see how you’re working.  

“But I like them,” he says while you spritz another light layer of setting spray. “They remind me of you,” he softly confesses while you blow on his skin. He finds himself angling the mirror again so that the mirror now focuses on your face.

He giggles at the tingling sensation of your warm breath against the cold product, and he smiles to himself when he sees your concentrated expression through the reflection in the mirror – how you purse your lips and how your eyebrows furrow together. If he weren’t an RA, he would proudly wear his love bites as a badge for everybody around him to see. He wants people to tease him whenever they see the bruise poking out of his hoodie when his hood is down. It’s not to let people know he’s getting it on. That’s just not who he is.

But there is that part of him that wants others to know you’re his. He’s tired of soft launching you on his Instagram. That’s what people do when they want others to know they’re talking to somebody. But you’re just his friend. He’s completely fine with showing you off, but he respects your privacy, knowing how much you hate having your picture taken. It’s also not like his closest friends don’t know about his relationship with you, but if it makes you happy, he’ll take it. He likes what the two of you have. And after all, he doesn't care about the pictures. It’s the person whose plate is almost always pictured across from his, the hand holding the ice cream cone, the second shadow under the street light who he cares for.

The bruises feel sore, but he loves how you automatically coddle him afterward, especially after a heated session. You always have that worried look on your face, your lips pouty and frowny. He remembers the number of ridges between your brows when you ask him how he’s feeling. He always tells you that he feels fine, great even, but you always sigh with a defeated look on your face. You’ll walk to the fridge in nothing but one of his old t-shirts and grab him a cold metal spoon. He doesn’t know if the cold spoon hack works, but he lets you do it anyway. He’ll let you do anything if it means he gets to spend more time with you no matter how prickly you may seem on the outside.

Now, he’s spending more time with you on a lazy Tuesday night. He’s done for the day and doesn’t have any RA duties at night because the university recently handed on-call duties for the campus security to handle. On the other hand, you didn’t have anything scheduled for today and spent the entire day indoors. You’re still in your pajamas – a free shirt from a past school event and old running shorts that you never wore while exercising. There are leftover food delivery containers in your fridge from dinner. You tell him the importance of investing in a tinted sunscreen while pushing up your wired glasses. It’s ironic because he knows you haven’t washed your face today or applied any form of sun protection at all. The closer you lean into him to be sure he understands, the redder his cheeks flush. He hopes his mineral powder is enough to diffuse the blush or at least make it seem like it’s the redness from his acne.

Feeling a little hot, he reaches over to grab his fruit slushie-turned-juice from the coffee table and brings it to his lips. He sucks the concoction through the metal straw, letting the cool liquid settle in his mouth so he can savor it before swallowing. You notice the condensation dripping down his arms before he does, and you wipe it away with the edge of your t-shirt without any thought. Your drink is already long gone, finished within minutes after poking your straw through the flimsy plastic lid, washed and disposed of in your recycling bin. He wonders if the taste of his drink would linger on your tongue if he kisses you. And he wonders how the tangy sourness of his drink would contrast or balance the extra amount of sweetness in your tea.

But you’re done concealing the bruise, already sealed it off with the last layer of setting spray. Satisfied with your job, you plop yourself on the other side of the couch and grab the book you put face-down on the table when DK arrived at your front door. You tuck your legs under you and use the armrest as your elbow support as you resume your novel. DK types the makeup steps into his notes app and quickly cleans up his products, looking for something to do.

DK snakes his head between the open gap between your stomach and your book, putting his head on your chest. You pay him no mind, flipping another page while he thinks of a conversation starter. He relaxes into the feeling of your chest rising and dropping and the steady thumping of your heartbeat pulsing under his ear. He asks you what your novel is about while twiddling with the hem of your shirt, noticing it’s still a bit damp from before.

“Smut,” you nonchalantly answer him. You didn’t know much about the novel, but you borrowed it from your friend who kept raving about it while you visited her the other day. She claimed it was better than sex, but honestly, all you’ve been reading so far are overly detailed descriptions of scenery while the main character stares out of the parked car window.

“But you have me,” he teases you. He lets go of your shirt to poke you on your cheek between each word, “You. Have. Me.”

You swat his hand away from your face and subsequently decide to place your novel on his head to use as a stand. He huffs underneath the book, and you snicker at him, leaning down to kiss the top of his head. You think it’s cute whenever he’s being annoying, throwing tiny tantrums whenever he doesn’t have enough attention. You catch yourself lingering on the thought of what his neediness would be like if the two of you were together.

“I’m too lazy,” you flip another page after letting the thought dissipate. “You’re on your own unless you can find another way to do it.”

He huffs and lifts the novel from his forehead to sit up. He turns to you and untucks your legs from beneath you.

“Continue reading your book. Let me eat you out while you rest,” he tells you while pulling your legs with ease so only your upper back and head is leaning against the couch’s armrest. He rests your legs on each side of him.

“Go ahead, but wouldn’t that be a little boring for you?” you ask him while your eyes are still trained on your novel. Even though you spend a lot of time thinking about him manhandling you, his persona easily makes you forget about just how strong he is.

He grabs a cushion from the middle of the couch and tucks it behind your neck. He asks you if you’re comfortable. You give him a thumbs-up, and he gently pecks your thumb before moving your hand back to your book so you can properly hold your book. His little touches and kisses aren’t new to you, but you think it’d be a shame if his kiss transferred onto your pages instead of keeping it to yourself. You choose to hover your thumb above the pages, choosing to use your hand’s round fleshy thenar to hold the pages.

You lift your hips upwards so he can easily remove your bottoms. He tugs them off you as if he has all the time in the world, folding your shorts and undies and setting them on the coffee table like they’re part of the decoration.

“I don’t think I’d be bored,” he kneels himself in front of you and lowers himself so he’s flat against the couch. He gently lifts your shirt higher so it’s past your belly button and proceeds to hook your legs over his shoulders. “Read to me? Out loud?” he asks you while massaging the outside of your thighs.

You lift your book, looking at him quizzically. However, when you see the tiny fading red mark on his forehead from when you used him as a stand, you can’t help but agree to his request. He lowers his head to your core and quickly taps your thighs twice to tell you to read.

“Now, a black flashy standard motorcycle with matching black chrome wheels pulls into the driveway of the auto shop where your car is currently getting its engine replaced. The steady hum of the engine is enough to have every single mechanic in the vicinity turn their –,” you were doing pretty well at reading until DK, without warning, puts his warm tongue flat against your clit, licking upwards until it reaches your nub. “Ah – h-heads to stare at the bike,” you stumble with the last phrase.

He lets his spit drop at the top of your clit, watching it glide downwards along your ridges before catching it with his tongue like a little game of Plinko. He feels you tense under his tongue, causing him to hum in delight. He mumbles something about you doing good before attaching his tongue to you again.

“One of them whistles when the motorcyclist comes to a full stop in front of the open auto shop garages,” you try to ignore the fact that he’s gently blowing wind to tease you, to hear you stumble across your words. There is no way you are going to cave right when you started reading out loud, so you bite your lip when you feel his soft and open lips close around your labia. But you can’t ignore him no matter how hard you try.

He kisses you deeply, full-mouthed while his large hands lock around your thighs. Painstakingly slowly, he buries his face deeper into your cunt.

“Eungh- O-one of them whistles when the mo- oh,” you moan while your mouth hangs open when he circles the tip of his tongue around your clitoris. You move your novel away to look at DK whose entire face is gone. You can only see his bushy black hair.

He continues to circle his tongue around you while your breathing gets shallower. You feel your arousal building, causing your thighs to close around his head. He looks up at you looking back at him with a lustful expression. He sucks softly on your clitoral hood and pries your thighs open with his hands. He only winks, letting go of your skin through his lips before going back to eating your cunt.

“…motorcyclist can loudly rev his engine,” you manage to finish the paragraph with a little sigh of relief.

“Mmmh. Good job, baby,” he groans, praising you against your cunt.

He kisses the inside of your right thigh while moving your left leg off his right shoulder.

You find yourself frowning just a little bit when you think he’s finished, but truthfully, he’s only moving your leg off the couch so he can finger you while eating you out. He puts his right hand on your stomach and uses his thumb to rub your nub.

“I’ll reward you if you keep reading okay?”

He kisses your stomach and moves your shirt down so you wouldn’t shiver from being cold. If only he knew why you were shivering.

“‘Couldn’t you have driven here?’ you frown at your older brother w- ah- fuck. Fuck,” you jerk in your seat when DK inserts a finger in your cunt. You can feel him smile against you as he drags his tongue against your folds while his finger dips in and out of you knowing exactly how to drag a string of moans from your mouth, to make your legs tremble and shake.

All this, and you’re only half a page into reading out loud.

“…while he reaches between his legs to pass you his extra motorcycle helmet as you approach him,” you read while trying to ignore the fact that you’re gripping your borrowed novel with so much force that you probably bent the matte paperback cover. “He shrugs and passes you the helmet which you – mmm fuck just like that – begrudgingly fit over your head.”

You’re clenched tightly around his two fingers as he curls them in you while sloppily giving you head. You hear exactly how wet you are, how his fingers squelch every time he reinserts them in you, how his coated lips smack against your glistening pussy – devouring you as his life depended on it. You can feel your juices pool around your ass as he uses his left arm to hold you down whenever you lurch upwards. He moans profanities against you, but never at you. When he raises his head to take a break, he makes sure his fingers never stop moving. He always brings you to your high, and you feel so safe with him.

And he tells you you’re sweet. He always does.

Sometimes you’re sweet because he compliments you for doing something for him. He calls you sweet when you’re frowning about somebody criticizing your RBF. You like it when he calls you sweet when he calls you Sweetie. You like it when he says it with flair. You like it when he says it when you show him your project. You like it whenever he says it when you make him take a sip of any of your sugary drinks – the way his face contorts in total disgust, but he still manages to do so with a smile on his face.

He never called you my sweet, but god damn do you wish you could experience what it would feel like for him to call you his. But tonight he describes your flavor as sweet as you like your teas. He can’t stop praising you for how sweet you are, how you’re like dessert on his tongue. And you can’t get him out of your head.

“He leans forward and clicks open the motorcycle’s rear footrests with the back of his boot,” your face scrunches, but you continue. “When he is done, he looks back at you struggling – eungh Kyeom,” you struggle.

He only grips your thigh tighter as he alternates between fingering you and pausing so he can kiss your cunt like he’s kissing you during sex. He flattens his tongue against you and twists it so he can tease your hole. You’re whining and speeding through the last few words of the sentence, desperate to have him in you.

“Whoa. Whoa,” he temporarily detaches himself from you to grab onto your forearm as he raises himself above you. His lips glisten from the wetness, and the color of his flushed face compliment the color of his sore lips. “Slow down baby,” he tells you and kisses your cheek, “Wanna hear your pretty voice, okay? Just read and relax.” He strokes your hair and brushes away the strands covering your eyes, “I’m not going anywhere.”

But you don’t relax. How can you relax when he grips your hips, fingers dipping into your pelvic bone as he shoves his nose against your clitoris, sticking his tongue into your cunt? He bobs his head while he tongue-fucks you, nudging your nub and making your pussy throb even when he briefly comes up for air.

Your vision blurs as he continues to build your high, ignoring you as you continue to call out his name. The words on the page are replaced by stars when you tell him you can’t take it anymore. Heart racing and muscles tightening, you cum while his tongue is in you. And he laps you up as you convulse around him, back arching as you continue to come. He drinks what’s left of you like he’s drinking ice cold water at midnight – you’re insatiable. You moan his name into your book once more, hiccupping as he brings your left leg back on the couch.

“Yn,” he whispers as he removes your book from your face. He puts it on the coffee table without breaking eye contact with you. “What did you call me?”

You don’t hear him as you’re still struggling to catch your breath. Your pussy is still pulsing without pause. Everything is hazy, but you can see him reaching over for something in his cosmetics bag. You close your eyes, still undeniably horny and wanting more.

There is a little bit of shuffling and then the sound of a few light things dropping on the floor. He reaches under you and scoops you up as if you weigh nothing. You briefly remember him telling you about hitting a new PR where he could lift someone a little over his weight. But he brings you to your bed, only switching on your nightstand lamp.

He sits on the side of your bed while he strokes your cheek.

“Yn,” he whispers again while leaning closer to you. “Do you remember what you called me?”

You blink twice at him before slowly realizing. Your lips part in realization, and he only smiles at you.

He opens your nightstand drawer and pulls out a condom and your bottle of lube. Your fingers automatically fly to cover your lips in horror, but he only chuckles at your expression while he positions himself between your legs and leans over you. He coats his wrapped dick in the lube and rubs the remaining gel around your vulva. You whimper at the coldness, and he wipes the remaining bits on his thighs.

He leans over you again and rests his elbows on the sides of your face. He asks you again, gently, if you remember what name you called him.

You nod your head, breath hitching as you stare at him. It’s unfair, you think, to look as pretty as he is under the ugly yellow light your lamp emits. But he looks at you with so much care in the world, and you feel thankful that you’re spending your Tuesday night with him. You thank his lame excuse for intruding on your time for yourself. You thank him for spending time with you, for looking after you, even if he isn’t yours at that moment.

He aligns himself at your entrance while waiting for your answer.

You whisper it almost inaudibly, barely believing yourself as you let the word leave your mouth.

“Say it again,” he instructs you.

“Seokmin.”

You’re not sure if the two of you should have come up with one of those contracts you always read about in books when you first started the relationship. Maybe you should’ve learned from Lara Jean – a binding relationship contract written on notebook paper and signed in pen. There would be a couple of items on the list, a few weird ones, and then a majority of the items being standard ones. Standard item number one? No kissing. Standard item number two? No staying over after sex (sub-line: No cuddling). Standard item number three? No meeting unless it’s for sex. Maybe a weird item would be the option to try pegging. However, the last item on the list? No developing feelings for the other party.

If rules are made to be broken, but contracts signed by people older than eighteen are legally binding, then you would’ve been in jail by now.

His lips are locked against yours, groaning your name as he wraps your legs around his waist. He nibbles along your jaw as he makes love to you, slowly pushing deep inside you so you can feel his balls lay flush against your ass, feeling all of him in you. You call his name through a choked sob, your hands roaming around to find something to grab. Anything.

Your fingers find the back of his head, and you pull on his hair. And he flips like a switch, immediately pounding into you over and over again, praising you and calling you his.

Tonight, the rules have definitely been broken. And you’re starting to realize this isn’t the first offense.

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“Okay so, I didn’t want to take it off because I wanted to see if my makeup would smudge, but I did it because I knew I was going to get hot.”

“Omg he wanted to keep his shirt on. He’s so quirky!”

“Stoppp,” he laughs while he passes the showerhead to you. “I can’t believe you’re the only person who tried to tell me a joke during sex.”

“It’s because I’m the only person you’ve ever had sex with,” you stick your tongue out at him while you rinse the body wash you previously bought with DK off your body.

“You too,” he retorts while turning around so you can rinse the soap off his body for him.

He grabs your shampoo from your hanging wire basket and plops a dollop into his hand. He tells you to look up while he lathers it in his hand before he brings his hands to massage your scalp. His fingers feel amazing while he massages you, so you close your eyes in the process, hoping to keep the shampoo out of your eyes.

He thinks you look like one of those dogs from the pictures you find online where the owner sticks a metal head massager on their heads. Your eyes are closed in contentment, and there’s a lazy smile on his face that he only gets to see so often. He can’t help himself but sneak a little kiss on your lips while he piles your hair into a mountain so that you look like that one guy from the first Incredibles movie.

You open your eyes to look at him, but you see that he’s purposely looking away, pretending to be interested in something else. You try to follow his eyes, but your eyes land on something dark crawling down the wall above DK’s head.

Being you, you blatantly point out the descending spider, and DK screams, slips, and crashes onto the tiled floor. Your bath products tumble down after him. You sigh, knowing you’ll have to clean up the mess and drive him to school tomorrow instead of sending him off tonight.

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“Aww you care for me,” Dokyeom coos while you fuss over the ice pack on his ankle.

“I’m just making sure my Sybian isn’t too damaged,” you scoff at him.

You thought you would spend the night with a cozy book in bed while you wait for your face mask to dry. However, you find yourself blow-drying DK’s hair, letting him borrow one of your old t-shirts, and nursing his badly bruised ankle. It’s a wonder how he somehow didn’t end up spraining it after that nasty fall. You could’ve sworn you heard the cartoon swishing sounds while he tried not to slip.

Not to mention, he somehow talked you into cuddling with him in bed through several lame excuses.

Q. What if I fell off the bed?

A. Fuck, then pick yourself up I guess.

Q. What if I sprained my dick?

A. We have toys.

He wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Although, you have to admit it feels very nice to sit in bed with him with his left arm around your waist while the two of you silently scroll through your phones. He leans his head on your shoulder and hugs you from the side. You tilt your phone towards him so he could watch you tap through your friends’ stories. You can tell he’s more needy than usual, probably from climaxing more than once in one night and then undergoing the shower incident following right after – he screamed while you crumpled the spider in a wad of tissue. He’s latching onto you like a parasite, but he does give you good dick so you think it’s more like a symbiotic relationship. The way he’s clinging to you makes you think it is what it feels like to be trapped under one of those large teddy bears you can buy at warehouse retail stores. 

He asks you if you’re going to the party on the weekend after you tap through the story of a mutual friend. You tell him you are.

“Be my date to the party?” he asks you.

You think he forgot you always go to parties with Jun and Chan.

“No thank you,” you politely decline his request, “I don’t do party dates.”

He pushes himself off of you, “Why not?”

“Because all of my past dates always left me for their friends and I would just spend every single party alone,” you grumble thinking about how many times you ended up taking care of drunk people you didn’t know because you ended up being sober the whole time.

“But I wouldn’t leave you.”

“There!” you exclaim while pointing your finger at him, “That’s what they all said to me.”

He frowns and crosses his arms, kind of upset you would think he would ever leave your side.

“Date or not I’m still not going to leave your side,” he grumbles while slinking down so he lays on the bed. He turns his body away from you to sulk.

The ice pack falls off his leg and tumbles to the ground. He continues to lay on the bed, not doing anything to pick it up so he can ice himself.

You know how stubborn he can be, especially when his pride is mixed in the equation. Part of you is proud he is sticking through being moody by refusing to move. However, you know how soft he is. If his future kid got a paper cut, he would probably end up crying harder than his kid. His kid would probably end up consoling him. His ankle must feel like pins and needles are sticking into it without the icepack, and he can’t do anything to distract the pain because his phone is out of his reach.

“Kyeom,” you gently shake his body. “You have to ice your ankle.”

He only shakes you off and brings his legs to his chest.

Usually, you would smack him with a pillow and call him dumb, but you think he’s suffered enough damages for the day. You know if you continue asking him to ice his ankle, he would just ignore you. So, you think either climbing on top of him or tricking him into breaking would be better choices. You choose the latter.

“Sigh,” you say out loud, pretending to talk to yourself. “If DK is sleeping then that means I’ll have nobody to cuddle with while I talk about my slutty costume choices.”

You see him slowly turn his head to look at you in the corner of your eye, but he quickly averts your gaze and turns his head back to its original position. You find yourself smiling at his action. He’s like a literal child. A puppy.

“Aww I thought Kyeom wanted to cuddle all night, but I guess I have to go to sleep because he’s asleep,” you tell him while leaning over him to check on him.

You see he’s pretending to sleep. He squints his eyes shut. His lips are poutier than usual, pressed in a thin line to probably stop himself from speaking.

“Maybe I’ll go sleep on the living room couch by myself so he can be more comfortable by himself,” you slowly move off the bed by trying to cross over his body.  

“Noo,” he wails while sitting up to grab you. He immediately yanks you back down, trapping you in his arms. “How slutty is it, Yn? HOW SLUTTY?”

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You have your morning lab in a few hours, but you’re standing alone in your dark kitchen with your head stuck in the freezer. The only source of direct light comes from your freezer, and you’re glad you’ve lived in your place long enough to navigate in the dark. The green digital clock digits flash on your oven. It’s getting close to 4:00 am, but you can’t sleep.

The icepack, or more like a water pack at this point, left a giant wet spot on your carpet while it thawed. It now sits in a lumped form in the side door, wedged between a frozen loaf of bread and some microwavable pizza bagels. The coldness of the freezer feels nice on your skin, but it’s not enough to make you feel numb.

You feel hot and stuffy, and your mind has a million thoughts running around at once. You make him tell you why you should be his date to a stupid costume party, and he tells you he likes you. However, his dumbass knocks out immediately after while he’s still holding you tight in his arms. You’re left alone with your thoughts and a pounding heart while you wait for him to finally let go of you when he is asleep.

Truthfully, you want to tear your hair out. It’s not like you couldn’t wake him up to make him tell you whether or not he finished his sentence. However, you think you’ve already tested his patience enough in one day. You would trust his “I like you” more if he told you while he was drunk, but telling you and then immediately knocking out? You really don’t know if it could count as a confession.

So now you whisper scream into a frozen bag of mixed vegetables while you think about everything that happened this night. You think about him showing up at your door. You think about the hickies he leaves between your thighs. You think about the way he kisses you after you moan his name.

“Seokmin,” find yourself whispering his name.

You don’t understand how this name is so different from the others, but your fingers softly touch your lips as if you just whispered something you weren’t supposed to say. 

“Aww I get it. Jane Goodall. That’s so cute.”

“This is NOT a couple’s costume. I am clearly a hiker,” Chan angrily grumbles at the passerby while dumping another scoop of ice into the glass fishbowl on the kitchen island. He takes out his red handkerchief to wipe his hands and places it around his neck when he’s done.

“Why are you annoyed that people think you’re Jane Goodall? She’s one of the greatest scientists of our time. Do you not appreciate our women scientists? Women in STEM?” Jun asks him while he pops another sour gummy worm into his mouth. He licks the sour and sugary coating off his fingers one by one and wipes them dry on his monkey onesie.

You grab the bag of gummies from the table and dump the rest into the bowl. You tap and shake the edge of the bag until all of the remaining sugar falls into the bowl. Jun quickly plucks a worm out of the bowl before Chan turns around with a bottle of blue curacao in one hand and a bottle of coconut rum in the other hand. Chan insists on making fish bowls at parties for the three of you to share because he refuses to drink the jungle juice Jeonghan and Joshua make for parties. No matter how many times the two show Chan how they clean the giant clear plastic storage container they use for the juice, Chan absolutely refuses to drink from it. He argues that it’s a breeding ground for bacteria from people scooping the liquid with their cups, but Jeonghan dumbly replies that the amount of alcohol in the jungle juice should be enough to kill the germs.

By the time you’re done saying hello to some friends, Chan is already done making the bowl. He takes off his sunglasses and hangs it from his blue and grey colored top, looking at his creation with satisfaction. He swirls the bright blue concoction with three straws and tops it off with a paper umbrella toothpick he found in Jeonghan’s kitchen cabinets. Bon appétit.

The bright blue concoction stains your tongue, but it gives you a really nice buzz before you know how its aftereffects will hit you like a giant tsunami later. However, any precautious thought about getting too drunk and waking up with a massive hangover gets thrown out the window when Chan reminds you that the reason why the three of you took a ride-share cab is that you wantedto get fucked up. So the three of you smile and continue drinking.

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The three of you are about two-thirds into finishing the fish bowl when you see DK and his friends stumble through the front door. DK’s dressed in the same slutty fireman costume he wears – the firefighter suit hanging low on his hips with the shoulder straps dangling, the hose on his shoulder, and the white tank top decorated with streaks of ash. You see Jeonghan greet him with a jello shot in his hand. The firefighter takes it from him and swirls his tongue around the perimeter of the jello, loosening it from the tiny container, and knocks it back swiftly in one go. He passes the container back to Jeonghan with no amount of blue raspberry flavored gelatin remaining on the inside. And all you can do is stare at him with your straw in your mouth while your friends attempt to play Jenga in their buzzed states.

It’s not long before you take your eyes off DK and realize that you finished the rest of the bowl by yourself. You tap in while Jun taps out of the game so he can happily scoop the slimy gummies out of the bowl and into his mouth. The tower looks jagged enough that one knee bumping against the table leg can easily knock the tower over. Shrek places their block on top of the tower with a shaky hand and sighs when the tower doesn’t topple over. A vampire bites their lip as they remove a side piece from the middle. You hold your breath as they slowly wiggle the piece loose, frowning when they successfully take it out of the stack and add it to the tower.

All eyes are on you as you hover your hand next to the piece that you want. You think if you take out that specific piece, you would make the tower a bit more balanced when it comes to how it leans. It also makes it harder for Chan to pull out a piece because he would end up shifting the balance if he pulled a block. Everything is in your favor – from the EDM song shuffling to a club song to your friends watching you silently – there is nothing that shouldn’t rule in your favor.

However, somebody behind you shrieks your name, and the tower topples. A few filled shot glasses are immediately placed in front of you, and everybody’s phone cameras are pointed at you, waiting to record you taking the shots. You sigh before bringing the first shot up to your mouth. You didn’t even get to touch the Jenga piece.

The perpetrator who stands behind you cheers the loudest every time you tip each empty shot glass over your head. He raises your hand in triumph and hugs you from behind your seat. The tsunami that’s been building up in the distance crashes. And by the end of it, you’re good as gone.

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He tells you that no matter how comfortable his shoulder may feel at that moment, you do need to sit up and drink some water. And DK, for what seems like the nth time, hands you a bottle of water to drink.

He thanks the person who passed him the water bottle and stops for a minute. He points at him while scanning his outfit. “Hiker,” he finally decides on his answer.

“THANK YOU,” Chan yells at him while slapping him repeatedly on the back, unaware of his own strength, making DK flinch a little. Chan drunkenly decides that DK will become the fourth  person to drink from his fishbowl. He drags Jun, who is chatting up Trixie from the Fairly Odd Parents, with him to the kitchen to make a fresh batch.

DK is the type of person to make you forget, but not in a forgetful type of way. He makes you forget about your troubles. He makes you forget about the resident knocking on his door while the two of you hide in bed together. He makes you forget you’re at a house party in a room full of people. At that moment it’s just you leaning on his shoulder with his arm wrapped securely around you. None of you are hiding the fact that there’s something budding between the both of you. It feels nice, liberating even.

“Hi baby. You doing okay?” he asks you after making sure you drank until the waterline hit the top of the plastic label despite him being extremely drunk.

“I like it when you call me baby,” you mumble while falling back onto his shoulder, feeling yourself slowly sober up.

“Yeah?”

“But don’t tell anybody or else I’ll have your head,” you turn your head and glare at him.

“I’m not sure if that was a sexual reference or maybe you’ve been reading too many isekai mangas that Jun sends you,” he chuckles while laying your head on his shoulder. He almost sighs in relief when you don’t blame him for you losing Jenga earlier.

He gives an okay signal to any passerby who asks if you’re doing alright. 

“You weren’t by my side the whole time I was here. You’re a liar. Slutty liar.”

“I’m horrible aren’t I?” he kisses the top of your head.

“The worst.”

You never knew what “a beat” indicates in screenplays. You didn’t get why the screenwriter would want to indicate a pause. Nothing that you experienced in your life ever indicated a pause in the conversation. But now you understand. There are so many things you want to say, things you’re too afraid to say. You have questions for him, but you’re also happy he’s on your side. Maybe a “beat” is a filler. This pause in the conversation, you staring at him – eyes trying not to waver to his lips – it’s a mutual understanding between the two of you, something that makes up for what words cannot say. 

“I need to pee.”

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Now is definitely not a good time to be confused about whether you need to pee or if you’re simply horny.

Tonight the two of you are sloppy, bodies pressed against each other in the quiet hallway of a house party. Someone occupies the hallway bathroom, and you’re leaning with your back against the wall. DK stands in front of you with his left forearm leaning against the wall in the space next to your right ear. He kisses along your jawline, nipping the base of your neck. The softness of his lips caresses your skin, blending into the waves while you slur your moans. He hushes you by covering his lips over yours. You prefer him closer to you so you reach behind his head to pull him into you. His mouth opens, and your tongue glosses over his. He meets you in the middle, circling his around yours and groaning when you tug on his lower lip with your teeth. Your hand roams across his chest, and he pushes into your thigh, grinding against you. Both of you are too drunk, too lost in each other to care if others are looking.

He pulls his head back and looks at you with a hooded gaze. He can’t believe the sight in front of him and the ache he feels inside of him. He leans his head against the side of your ear, nipping softly at your lobe before talking to you in a low voice, “I want to pin you against the wall with your legs wrapped around my waist while I whisper every single thought I’m having about you into your ear. I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk out of this party without me supporting you. Everybody passing by will see how well you take me while you beg for me to pound into you deeper and harder. Then, you’d have to say goodbye to all of your friends while trying to keep my cum from leaking out of your sore pussy. I want to be able to open your legs and see it seeping out of you while I fuck it into you again in the car.”

Another beat.

This time it’s different. You feel your knees buckle underneath his body, sliding slightly down the wall. You look at his face hovering over yours, practically begging him to kiss you again. Anything. But he doesn’t. The two of you stay silent while you hear cheers from the living room. Then he proceeds to pull away as if nothing happened between you. He has the dopiest grin on his face. He cheeses at you – tiny wrinkles at the edge of his eyes and his pearly whites in full view. You’re still struggling to process the stream of consciousness he spoke into your ear.

“I like your pizza costume,” he giggles while poking your costume, especially the edges of the crust that hang off your shoulders.

“I bought it because I thought it might humor you,” you mumble while he takes your hands in his.

You see how much he’s gushing with happiness. You think he’s so cute, happy that your costume has such a positive effect on him. But you’re slightly annoyed that he’s able to move onto a different subject so quickly while you’re still stuck on the last one. You want more.

However, he tells you he really likes you and leans in to peck your cheek. When he pulls back, the bathroom door opens, and out steps Lee Jihoon who immediately grabs DK by his left ear and drags him away from you. “No fucking in the hallway,” he reprimands his friend.

DK only smiles at you while he’s being pulled away by his ear, too drunk to care, two finger hearts pointed directly at you.

You can only stand next to the vacant bathroom, now soberer than ever and seriously turned on.

You wake up on the floor next to your bed and slowly push yourself off the carpet, feeling the soreness in your body. You look at the carpet indents in your arm and then your surroundings. You notice your bed is empty, and Chan is asleep in his extra set of clothes, sprawled on the floor near your bedroom door. You can’t remember what happened in the latter half of the night, but you can at least deduce that all of you were at least sober enough to change out of your costumes and get ready for bed.

Your body is sore from sleeping on your floor, and you still feel pretty groggy. Still, the sweet scent of something coming from the kitchen is enough to convince you to walk outside instead of moving onto your bed to sleep some more. You stand up, knees cracking loudly, and you cross over Chan to exit your bedroom. You think it’s Jun who’s cooking, but you see him in his monkey onesie, passed out next to your rack of shoes near your entrance with a spare blanket covering him.

At least he has a blanket, you think to yourself. You woke up cold and with nothing covering you.

You see him standing in front of your toaster, wearing the extra set of clothes he keeps at your place. You see him place waffles into your toaster, minding his business while he hums to himself.

“Why are you here?” you approach him and stand by his side. You can see used wine glasses in the sink and opened chip bags you don’t remember buying sitting on the counter. The four of you probably continued drinking after arriving at your apartment. You hope there’s nobody else sleeping in your place.

“I dunno,” DK shrugs and proceeds to greet you by pulling you into his arms while he stands behind you, keeping a close eye on the frozen waffles.

You don’t get how he can look like he didn’t spend all of last night drinking. He looks completely refreshed with the kind of glow, an aura, you have after a good workout…not that you ever experienced what it must be like. He just looks like one of those smiling actors in fitness commercials.

You can feel his chest rumble against your back as he tells you he’s sorry he couldn’t cook something better for the four of you because he’s been living in the dorms for years. He honestly hasn’t touched a stove since he went home last summer. However, he did perfect cooking frozen food in microwaves and toasters. It’s the least he can do. He also quickly adds that he’s sorry he’s cooking all of your frozen waffles and would gladly reimburse you. You tell him to fuck off. There’s no way you would ever make him pay you back for making breakfast. He should know that by now.

The toaster pops, scaring you a little. A long yawn follows, and DK chuckles at you rubbing your eyes. He removes the waffles from the toaster and tells you to close your eyes. You dumbly follow, believing he’s going to kiss you when he cups your face in his hands. Instead, he rubs the inner corner of your eyes with his thumbs. “Eye boogers,” he says.

“Gross,” you watch him flick them to the ground.

“You thought that I was going to kiss you, huh,” he teases you while adding more frozen waffles into the toaster.

You grumble at him and stand to the side, leaning against your fridge. Your arms are crossed, and you watch him go back to humming the song he was humming before. It’s the same song playing from the speakers when the three of you decide to bring DK back to your apartment as there was no way he would have been allowed on campus in his state. It was partly Chan’s fault for getting him so fucked up – he couldn’t find regular vodka for the bowl so he replaced it with some Everclear he found tucked away under the sink. Jun tells him he really needs to stop snooping in Jeonghan’s cabinets. That’s when your memory starts to clear.

“Do you happen to remember what you told me before Jihoon dragged you away?” you curiously ask him.

You expect him to deny the memory or laugh at your sudden boldness, but he tells you that he knows better than to drink to the point where he blacks out and loses his memory. He would also like to stay true to his word, all of it.

“If you’re going to fuck in the kitchen, at least give us the waffles first,” Jun groans from the hallway.

DK winks at you in response, but you don’t know if he was referring to his second confession or if he promised the reality of his sexual fantasy. Before you can clarify, Jun appears in the kitchen, opening the dishwasher to grab a ceramic plate.

It shouldn’t be this confusing. DK told you that he liked you twice. You’re also pretty sure you like him. Nevertheless, it’s DK. He tends to joke around and switch from topic to topic. He throws words of affirmation at everybody he talks with. He confuses you even when you feel like you shouldn't be confused. 

“God Yn. You can’t be doing this to me.”

He sits upright, and his hands are positioned to his sides, tightly gripping his bedsheets.

You use his thighs as your support as you ride him, slowly bouncing up and down so he can watch his cock appear and disappear into your cunt.

You feel him twitching in you as you let soft moans float out of your mouth as you arch your back more and lean your head back toward the ceiling. You make sure you gyrate your hips switching between circular and back and forth motions as you continue to fuck yourself on his cock. He wonders how your soft mewls would break into staccato moans if you were to continuously bounce on him, letting lust cloud his thoughts.

Then you lean further backward, practically grinding on him. He feels your ass rub against his balls, and he does everything he can to restrain himself from rutting himself upwards into your cunt. He knows your thighs are tired as your breathing gets heavier and the way you grind against him gets messier. You sit on him, your whole body trembling and twitching from pleasure simply from the feeling of him fitting so snugly inside you. He feels so warm today, so good, stretching you nicely as you tell him all he needs to do is to sit there and look pretty. You reward him by sitting upright, guiding his hands from behind his back so they rest on your ass. He kneads them roughly, feeling your skin fill the spaces between his fingers.

Your ass cheeks feel sore, and you can’t stop panting when grind on him, rocking him so crudely that his bed begins to squeak. You bring a hand in front of you to start rubbing your nub, and high-pitched whimpers instantaneously escape your mouth. Your soft circular motions increase speed, attacking your soft flesh and making you forget he’s in you.

“Hng Seok,” your face is scrunched in pleasure, “Fucking myself feels so good.” You smirk at him as you ride out your high, knowing very well it would piss him off. You can tell he’s already a little upset you’re fucking him in cowgirl when he doesn’t get to do anything but sit there. 

Annoyed, he brings his right hand upwards and brings it down quickly against your ass. The crisp slap rings throughout his empty room, and he feels you clench around him as you gasp out loud. He slaps your ass again, finding deep pleasure in watching you pulse and quake around him and hearing you moan. 

You lift yourself slightly upwards, having regained some energy, and reach under you to grab the base of his shaft. You watch his face contort from annoyance to surprise to pleasure as you stroke him, squeezing and releasing incrementally as you simultaneously fuck his upper half. 

You can tell he is about to cum when he starts reaching for your face. He wants to make out with you, to dig his fingers into your back as you suck his neck. He moans your name, cavernous and gutturally, and tells you you’re doing so well. His sweet, sweet baby. The way you’re fucking him makes him go feral. 

Just then, there is a knock on his door, and he immediately pushes you off of him, practically hopping off his bed so he can run to his door barefooted and naked. He tells them to wait a minute as he’s wrapping something up. 

You sigh, quickly following behind him so you can hide in his closet, already used to having his residents show up out of the blue. You hand him his sweater and a pair of shorts before climbing into his closet and closing the doors behind you. 

You hear him open his door a minute later. You’re not sure what the topic of their conversation is as everything sounds muffled. You hear DK tell them that he has to grab a few things first, and then he’ll meet them in their room. He closes his front door and opens his closet. 

He looks worried. You observe it must be something important or an emergency as he doesn’t bother to make himself look presentable or deodorize the smell of sex lingering on his skin. He tells you he’s sorry and that he’ll try to be quick. He kisses you on the forehead before leaving with his stuff. However, he tells you you’re welcome to leave. And you sit there in his closet, alone and naked, the spot on your forehead burning. The motion-sensor lights in his bedroom turn themselves off, and you know you’re fucked by the way he gave you a choice to leave instead of telling you, begging you, finding stupid ways to get you to stay like he always does. 

Your feelings are hurt, and you’re pathetically close to tears. Why is it that every time you look at him or talk to him, it feels like you have to stop yourself from having your confession burst out of your mouth? “I like you” always feels like it’s sitting on the tip of your tongue, and you’re too scared to confess to him. 

It’s dark inside the closet, but you’ve been in his room enough times to know what’s hanging above you and sitting beside you. His business shirts are hanging above your head. On the other side of the closet, he has his pants. They’re organized by fabric type and colors. The jeans hang on the far right side of the closet. The sweats and athletic tights are next. Then he has his business pants. Dark colors are on the right, and light colors are on the left. His clothing hanger hooks are always hung over the closet rod, never under. Yet, at this moment, everything feels so foreign, like you’re a new person in a new place. But it’s because you are a different person now – a person who has fallen for their friends with benefits. 

The metal front door whirs and clicks open. You can hear the automatic lights flicker. He tells you he’s alone and that you can come out as he sees your stuff in his room. You’re not replying. 

“Shit Yn,” he opens his closet to find you still sitting in the dark closet, staring into nothing. “Aren’t you cold?”

You shake your head.

“Did you go pee? You should go pee,” he says expressionlessly. There’s not an ounce of care present in his suggestion.  

He leaves your side and stalks over to his bed, throwing himself on it. He loudly groans into a pillow to rid some of his stress. You can only climb out of the closet, your jaw clenched. “I like you! I like you a lot” is still in your mouth, taunting you, threatening to escape. 

“Is he done yet?”

“Bro he literally just started. Have a little more faith in Chan, okay?” you mumble at Jun while looking at your phone. You lock the screen and place your phone face down on the table.

Today is a day for firsts. It is the first time Jun and you are trying the café across the nice-looking residential building near campus. It’s the first time you try an iced mint mojito coffee when you usually have its alcoholic counterpart. It’s the first time Jun had a professor cancel class this semester. It’s also the first time Chan hooks up with somebody he met on the dating app Jun set up for him. It’s also the first time you’ll openly admit that Jun somehow has the most “game” compared to the three of you. Strange universe.

Jun knows something is bothering you. Your comebacks have become snarkier, yet you’ve been more lenient with whatever he does around you. He once told you to pay for the three of your dinners, and you passed him your credit card without saying anything. And it’s not like DK hasn’t been becoming less of the topic of your conversations - you’ve been quieter. And he doesn’t know what’s going on because he’s scared you might punch him. So he doesn’t ask you and only looks around the café’s nice interior, choosing to count the number of glossy white honeycomb tiles on the wall.

“How can you walk up to somebody and ask them out even though you don’t know them?” you blurt loudly at him out of the blue.

“Me?” Jun dumbly asks you. He already forgot the tile number he was on.

You nod your head while you bring your drink up to your lips.

He leans back into his chair and crosses his arms.

“You know how blunt I am.”

You nod your head, recounting all of the times he was called out for his bluntness.

“I think you already know how I can sometimes rub people off in the wrong way because I accidentally say things that I don’t mean. Sometimes people like you understand me and sometimes people don’t. I guess it’s like people liking you? Sometimes people will like my bluntness and sometimes it comes off in the wrong way. So I think it’s the same for liking people? You either like somebody or you don’t? So I’ll ask anybody out as long as I’m interested in them because the answer is always a simple yes or no.”

You’re so confused.

“You literally jumped from one topic to another. I literally could not follow you at all,” you blink.

“Well I’m sorry,” he throws his hands up in defeat. He’s not used to giving helpful advice nor is he used to having people go to him for advice. He wonders if he should start counting the number of chairs in the café.

He remembers an interaction he had in front of your apartment building last week. He was surprised that DK would call him and ask if he could meet him in front of your apartment. Jun told him that Yn is home and that he could just knock on your door, but DK unequivocally rejected his idea and told Jun to come. Jun saw him walking back in forth in front of your apartment building sign with a bunch of ugly roses in his hand, obviously stressed out of his mind. He asked him what was wrong.

“I dunno. I think they’ve been avoiding me for some reason,” DK tells Jun once he feels calmer with the older boy around him. 

“But they’re literally wilting, bro,” Jun tells DK with clear judgment in his voice. “Some of the petals are black. I’d avoid you if you gave me wilting roses,” he points at all the petals with darkened tips and wrinkles.

“Yn will like them,” DK insists. “They think they look cool like that.”

Jun brought them to your apartment for DK, not wanting to ask or press him for more information. Although, he would have to admit it was a bit confusing to have DK ask him to deliver the flowers for him. Albeit, you are pretty scary when you’re mad. You were pretty enthusiastic when you saw the flowers in his hand, but you immediately slammed the door on him when he told you they were from DK. However, you did open your door again to let him use your restroom.

“Do you like DK but you’re having trouble figuring out whether or not he likes you?” Jun cautiously approaches you with his question.

You nod and spill your troubles to your best friend. You tell him about the two times he told you he liked you and about the day you hid in his closet. You tell him about the roses – how he didn’t text you or leave you a card so that you don’t know why he bought the roses and why he couldn’t deliver them himself. You tell him about the “not a date” dates and how he calls you pet names.

Jun tells you it sounds confusing, but it’s actually pretty normal to fall for your friend with benefits especially if you have a strong emotional connection. That’s how normal people fall in love. He feels for you and understands how confusing it must be for you when the two of you have basically skipped the dating part and landed in the married for thirty years part of the relationship without being in a relationship.

“But isn’t it tiring have to hide?” he asks you. “How many times did you have to hide because of a resident? How many times did you have to fake not knowing him or not liking him whenever you saw somebody flirting with him?”

“Too many times,” you admit. It’s exhausting.

Jun only nods and grabs his set of keys from the café table. He pulls out his wallet from his back pocket, “Lemme buy you dessert while I pay for Chan’s ‘congrats on your first hook-up’ cake.”

You stare at your friend, “You aren’t going to give me helpful advice?” You’re dumbfounded.

“Who do I look like to you? Yahoo answers? Reddit? If you want helpful advice, suck it up and tell him that you need to talk to him and talk. It’s going to eat you alive before your future cats get to eat you.”

Fuck. Jun’s right.

Today is a weird day for firsts.

“But I literally just nutted,” DK tells you while you storm into his dorm.

He’s shirtless and is wearing those grey sweatpants that ride dangerously low on his hips. He looks like he just woke up from a nap, his hair messy and matted. A bottle of unscented lotion sits on his nightstand.

“Did you want to shower or do laundry with me later?” he asks you, letting his door shut behind him. He follows you to his bed. “Did you want to get dinner with me? We have a while until Chan’s night class ends. I know you usually wait for him so you can walk home with him.”

You sit on the edge of his bed and pat the space next to you, telling him to sit next to you. He sits next to you and looks at you with a worried expression.

“I’m going to be honest, I don’t think I have it in me to fuck right now unless you find a way to help me get it up,” he confesses while scratching the back of his ear. He’ll say anything to fill the awkward silence, but he’s glad to see you after being out of touch for a week.

He sees you frowning, and his breath hitches when you turn to him.

“You confuse me DK,” your voice wavers. “I like you so much, but you keep on sending me mixed signals by telling me you like me and then acting like nothing happened. And then you’re so kind to me, and you call me those names while constantly treating me like I’m in a relationship with you when I’m not.”

“Oh, Yn,” his lip quivers.

“You don’t understand how much I like you, how much I want to stop being friends with benefits with you. But you confuse me so much. Your kindness is confusing and I wish you were meaner so I wouldn’t have fallen for you…why are you crying?” you slap his bicep.

He flinches in pain from the slap because he’s still shirtless, but the tears keep running down his face.

“I’m sorry,” he cries while clutching his arm. “I thought I was being straightforward with my feelings, but I hurt you instead,” he wails, “I’ve started liking you longer than you could imagine.”

You don’t know how to react to him crying while confessing, so you awkwardly get up and walk over to his mini fridge to bring him one of his frozen sponge packs to ice his arm.

.

You kiss him back before closing his large metal dormitory door behind you. His keypad whirs and clicks its automatic lock into place, and you make your way to the hallway elevators, giddy on the inside.

You make your way past all the bright green dormitory doors and stop in front of the elevators. At the side of the elevator is the large classroom bulletin board with DK’s stupid laminated face smiling at you. This time the board is sky blue. You can recognize the clouds glued onto the board anywhere – they’re sheep repurposed into clouds from when he did the board about sleep facts. Hot air balloons decorate the board. Expensive cardstock letters spell the title: Love is in the air, and so are STDs! You snicker at the tiny rips in the blue background from students ripping off the taped condoms to use for themselves before stepping into the elevator.

Your phone in your pocket buzzes when you step out of the elevator and exit the dormitory. You pull out your phone while standing outside. It’s a text from DK. He says he’s been waiting for a while now, but he wants to be a bit selfish tonight. He asks you if you’re free this Friday night even though he knows your schedule like the back of his hand. He sends another text to let you know he’s horny again, but he missed you. A lot. 

Stepping to the side to let other residents in and out of the dorm, you make your way along the front of the dormitory so you stop under his window. You see him looking out to check if you made it out of the building. You wave at him and hold your phone up for him to see while giving him a thumbs up. He triumphs when he realizes you're agreeing to go on a real date with him, and you laugh when you see his figure disappear when he trips while jumping. He comes back to his window with a shirt on this time. He waves goodbye to you, and you wave back with a large smile on your face. This time the smile doesn’t drop. 

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[marlynnofmany]

Shore Leave

I didn’t think I was homesick until I caught the unexpected sound of a toddler’s wild laughter from the spaceship bridge. Out in the hall, I whipped around to stick my head through the door with some very unprofessional curiosity. That hadn’t been an alien noise.

Up on screen was our new client who the captain was negotiating with, and also the client’s young daughter. She’d apparently come into Daddy’s room to show the nice aliens on the video call her favorite noisemaker.

“Okay honey, they think it’s great. Go on back to—” the patient father was interrupted by an electronic fart sound on high volume, and even louder peals of laughter from his child. “I’m sorry,” he said to the captain as he scooped up the wiggly youngster and carried her out of frame.

Captain Sunlight waited patiently, every inch the dignified yellow lizard alien who wasn’t about to let someone’s gleeful offspring ruffle her calm.

The human came back, minus the child but with a new food smear on the shoulder of his crisp uniform shirt. Nobody told him. The conversation resumed with nary a giggle, and with me waiting in the hall.

“…By that timeframe or sooner,” Captain Sunlight concluded. “We can’t have your colony going without the comforts of home for long! Farewell.” She held her position as Wio flicked a button with one blue-ringed tentacle, and the screen clicked off.

“I volunteer,” I said.

A lesser captain might have twitched, but she probably knew I was there. “That saves me the trouble of finding you to ask,” she said smoothly, turning her chair. “It’s a big delivery, with multiple cases, so we’ll get a couple others to go along too.”

“Sure, sure,” I said. “I’m sure they’ll love to visit a human colony.”

“Though we won’t need too much lifting power,” she continued, “Because it’s a lower-gravity world.”

“Yay!” I said with an honest grin. “That’s even better.”

***

Getting the shipment down the ramp was surprisingly difficult, because the hoversled was calibrated for the artificial gravity inside our ship. Even with Mimi clinging to the control panel as it passed the barrier, the dang thing bounced.

I leaped to pull it down; Paint shrieked and leapt out of the way; Zhee yelled at both of us; Mimi cranked the controls and overcorrected, almost crushing my feet. I leapt back next to Paint, who had already stumbled in the low gravity and fallen on orange sand that was actually a decent match for her scales. I managed not to land on top of her.

“Got it,” Mimi grumbled in that rough voice that always seemed out of place on a guy who looked like an octopus the color of mint chip ice cream. He scrambled off the back of the sled. “Don’t touch the controls until you get back.”

“Understood,” Zhee said, clicking forward to follow the sled. He made the best exit of all of us, only springing upward a little. All those legs probably helped. Bug aliens weren’t known for tripping over their own feet — something that Zhee was insufferably smug about, and something that I would never let him live down if it actually happened. Not today, though.

The minor excitement had made it obvious that the air on this low-grav world was indeed as thin as the scans had said, and there was no point in toughing it out until we got indoors. The three of us got our feet under us and put on the vaguely-uncomfortable breathing masks, then began maneuvering the sled as a team. Really Zhee was doing all of the work while Paint and I held onto the sides and calibrated our own relationships with gravity, but we could pretend. And the long walk across the landing pad gave me a chance to take in the sights.

The landing pad itself was pretty boring; a couple silver-gray ships on one side and a wide stone building on the other. No sign of our contact yet, but the instructions had been to meet at the sun-shelter. So that’s where we went. At a hoppity-bouncy pace that probably would have looked very silly to any local humans if they were out to see us yet.

As we got closer to the big sun-shelter, I could better appreciate the way its shape seemed built to funnel cool air in and warm air out. Also the view off the cliff. I got a good look at that too, over the edges of the flat hilltop that the landing pad covered.

My first impression was: weird desert. Sandy hillsides in reds and oranges, with a sun that was just above those hills, and already hot. A bunch of alien trees scattered around that looked like they wanted to be cacti. They were almost familiar, as if they’d been designed by someone who only had third-hand descriptions of Earth plants to work with.

The low gravity let them get wild in ways that would collapse back home. The tallest ones spread up into the sky in cylinders that bent and quested out in every direction like curious snakes, but at a vast scale. Others spiraled straight up like unicorn horns, or twisted together like lumpy brains the size of a house, or feathered out like thick fan blades with fractal patterns. A couple were probably star-shaped if you cut a cross section, and the sides reached out to make dividers that were probably handy to hide behind in a sandstorm.

I was so busy looking at the cactus trees and trying to decide if they had spines or not that I was surprised when the hoversled stopped. We’d reached the shelter.

Zhee rapped on the door with his pincher arm. It was stone too, and would have hurt my knuckles.

Where is everybody? I thought, looking around at the sun-bright area. It sure is getting hot out.

The door slid wide to the welcome sight of another human, who immediately ushered us inside.

“Come come, bring it in!” she said, waving both hands and bounding aside. Her skin was dark and her clothes were drapey, and she seemed to consider the matter urgent. Given how much the top of my head was starting to cook, I didn’t blame her.

The door wasn’t big enough for the sled. So we unloaded it through the doorway, as quickly as possible, with me sliding close to the human and Zhee standing on the sled and Paint standing behind it to push boxes forward and comment that the extreme heat was kind of nice, actually.

But even she, coldblooded though she was, had to admit that shade was nicer by the time we got everything unloaded. She helped turn the hoversled on its side at the recommendation of the human, who still hadn’t introduced herself. Flipping it around was weirdly easy in the low-grav. Once we got even the sled inside the room — very spacious, that — the human closed the door and greeted us properly.

Yes, she was the contact we were supposed to meet. Taeya, how-do-you-do. Yes, the weather here did get shockingly hot quickly. No, it wouldn’t be pleasant to go back out into that, even for the short jaunt to the ship. Did we have to rush off, or was there time for a cooling beverage or two?

“There is!” I told her. “The captain said we have two hours of wiggle room in our schedule — usually there’s more, but we have some urgent deliveries — anyway, two hours, three tops, because she wanted to, uh, ‘give me time among my own herd.’” I made finger quotes.

Taeya beamed. “Then let me give you a tour! This stuff will keep; the people coming to unpack it won’t need any help from me. C’mon downstairs.”

“Downstairs?” I asked.

She hopped behind the boxes and disappeared, waving a hand to follow. “Downstairs!”

With a glance at the others, I moved forward and floated down the red stone stairs, one hopping step at a time.

And there I found civilization.

Stairs led to streets and storefronts and vast, cavernous halls, all carved out of the rock. It was built mostly around the edges of the mesa from what I could tell, a curving, circular city with lots of air flow that left the central core solid and untouched. It didn’t quite feel like home to me, but it was so impressive that I didn’t mind.

Every boulevard had high ceilings, and even high benches, out of the way of foot traffic. Most of the surfaces were either painted or carved. And everywhere I looked, humans bounced instead of walking — which did look silly no matter how they approached it.

With the drapey, flowing, colorful clothes that everyone wore, it all looked like a society of cheerful wizards. I laughed behind my breathing mask, then asked Taeya if she thought I could take it off. She wasn’t wearing one, but then her lungs were used to thin air.

“Oh yes, I should have said,” she told me with a wave of gold-and-red sleeves. “We have oxygen generators lower down, to keep things comfortable. Along with the top-notch medical suites for keeping an eye on any low-grav degradation. Offworlders tend to ask about that.” She had a distinct twinkle in her eye as she said it.

“How handy,” I said.

Zhee peered judgmentally at the lightfooted humans. “Is that how you handle muscle atrophy? With medical adjustments?”

“Partly,” Taeya said.

“Mushers!” Paint exclaimed at the same time, pointing.

I turned, looking for sled dogs and thinking back to the time Paint had gotten to ride a hoversled while I pulled. I saw no dogs now, but a cluster of rickshaws pulled by people huffing like suburban joggers. They didn’t bounce, weighted down as they were. And their passengers looked like workout buddies urging them on until they got their own turns.

“Partly things like that,” Taeya finished smoothly.

I removed my breathing mask, eyeing a nearby restaurant and a closer flower display, then took a deep lungful of body odor and broke up laughing. When the nearest passersby had moved on, hopefully toward showers, I explained to my nonhuman crewmates that sometimes our own natural smell was unpleasant to us, with insufficient hygiene. Surely I’d told them that before.

“Right, you did,” Zhee said. “I still say it’s a deeply maladaptive trait.”

“I won’t argue with you on that count,” I told him, trying to fan the air casually.

Thankfully the rest of the crowd sported a more pleasant range of scents, and we hopped on down the road.

Taeya had something else to show us before nightfall.

“Nightfall?” I asked with some concern. “We’ve only got two hours, less now. Probably closer to one.”

Taeya responded by making a sharp turn toward a row of window slits, just a few inches wide by several times my height. Outside, the sun was already getting low.

“Oh,” I said eloquently.

“It’s the perfect time to see the flitters come out,” Taeya said with another hand wave. “Come on.”

More bouncing steps, another beautiful hallway full of murals, and another curving stairway down. Then we were, surprisingly, outside.

A sprawling garden of alien succulents covered the ground, with low burrows that I noticed moments before brilliantly-colored creatures began scampering out of them. These took to the sky in flashes of movement, flitting about as the name suggested, for all the world like tiny flying carpets that had been ferrets once.

Paint wanted to know if they bit. Zhee asked if they were food. I shook my head while Taeya told them both no. They were a lovely sight, and that’s all they needed to be. Plus they ate some local pests. Always a bonus.

The air was getting chilly already, to my surprise. Taeya did something deft with her clothes, pinning the drapey bits in a way that looked suddenly much warmer, with all that cloth wrapped around her.

“If you were staying longer, I’d suggest you get a local outfit,” she told me.

I nodded. “If I was staying longer, I’d take you up on that. Looks like a good design.” Clever and foreign, in a way that looked like several familiar things at once while managing to be none of them. And certainly nothing I’d ever worn.

Staring up at the whirling flitters as the light left the sky, I felt oddly sad. So much of this was halfway familiar, not the whole-hearted taste of home that I’d hoped for. But before I could get too maudlin, Taeya waved us back toward the carved-out city.

“C’mon, back into the good air,” she said. “One last thing before we get you back up to your ship.”

I hopped quietly after her. Zhee muttered about the theoretical taste of flitter meat while Paint made stiff-legged lizard hops out of the nighttime chill.

We were only a little ways down this new hallway before I heard music.

I bounded faster.

The great hall that Taeya led us into was lined with people around the edges, standing in rows and sitting on ledges, their voices echoing as they sang toward the center. I spotted instruments at some of the higher seats. People at the bottom swayed in time.

I didn’t know the words. But I knew the sound. A crowd of humans singing together; it was a glorious thing.

This is what I’ve been missing, I thought, breathing deeply. The air here smelled like flowers and spices and laundry detergent, and it was full of the sound of home. A vast roomful of people singing the same song, voices rebounding off the walls and bodies moving in joy.

I glanced back at Zhee and Paint. They both looked a little baffled. I asked over the music, “Do your people do much singing?”

“A bit? I guess?” Paint said. “But not all together like this.”

Zhee shook his head. “Why would you use your voice for music?” he asked. “How barbaric.”

I laughed and turned to Taeya, who was happy to teach me the words. There was even a bit of dancing with the next song, and that was an adventure in low gravity. So was the next. Zhee and Paint patiently observed from the doorway.

Then when one song ended, and a fast drumbeat paved the way for the next, I was surprised to see a number of people vacate the dance floor. I started to do the same, ready to say something about getting to the ship on time.

I didn’t realize that Taeya had left until she returned. She appeared at my elbow with two padded helmets and a smile.

“We’ve moved on to quick-beat time!” she told me over the rising music. “Does your captain need you back right now, or can you stay long enough to try a low-grav mosh pit?”

Our two hours were up and I knew it. I looked to Zhee and Paint, who were close enough to hear the conversation. Paint was sitting on one of the head-height benches. She looked down at Zhee.

He turned his head away, which meant nothing with his range of vision. He harrumphed. “Don’t break anything the medsystem can’t fix.”  

“I’ll do my best!” I told him with a grin as I accepted a helmet. “Besides, I hear they have good ones here.”

Surrounded by a mix of old and new, I joined my people in the time-honored tradition of dancing more far vigorously than common sense dictated. The captain had said three hours tops. 

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The ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come!

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On thin ice (Hockey player! Miguel O’Hara x Figure skater! Fem! Reader)

A/N: Did i write part of this chapter based on the title even though I said the titles are irrelevant? Maybe…. The usual, Miguel probably ooc, not proofread so I apologize for typos and grammatical errors.

(Y/N)- Your name

Cursing, mentioning of sexual topics (no smut, hinting at nsfw but nothing actually explicit)

Word count: 1.2k

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Chapter 6: I’ve dreamt about you nearly every night this week.

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“Shi-“slam.

Before the other player could fully react, he was being tackled by Miguel’s speeding figure, the other player being flipped and landing on his back with a groan, Miguel taking over the puck from his teammate.

“O’Hara calm down! This is practice, not a game!” Coach Turner called out from the sideline, his irritation building up as he drops his clipboard onto the bench and rubbed his face with his hands, a heavy sigh leaving his lip. In retaliation, Miguel elbowed Peter in the face when he tried to steal the puck from him, before shooting it into the net, too fast for the goalie to stop it. “Alright, alright, that’s enough for today…” Turner huffed, rubbing his forehead as he looks at the time, seeing that the figure skaters are due to come any minute now.

“We still had 5 minutes.” Miguel said as he skated up next to his teammate that he had knocked over and helped him up.

“Yeah we’ll be quick.” Peter added, before Turner could protest, The Spiders already started to begin another round, causing the coach to groan but knew that they weren’t going to stop until the round ended, so he let them play.

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“He almost kissed you?” Logan asked in disbelief, his eyes wide as he leans in, his voice a whisper so no one in the hall of the locker rooms could hear him.

“Yeah! If Peter and Kate didn’t show up and got the door to open I think he would have!” You said in a low tone as well, not believing the words that came from your mouth either. Logan just shook his head.

“That’s crazy…” he trailed off before a smile starts to appear on his lips, “I knew he liked you!” He basically yells, you quickly brought a hand to his mouth to shut him up, eyes wide as you look at him like he’s crazy.

“Shh.” You hissed before removing your hand from his mouth. “He doesn’t, it was probably because we were both drunk.” You say, although it felt like you were more trying to convince yourself rather than your partner.

“Yeah, sure…” he says with eye roll, clearly not believing your excuse, “the real question is, did you want to kiss him?” He asked with a mischievous smirk.

Ignoring the heat rising on your face, you let out a scoff, “let’s go, practice starts soon.” You dodged the question and grabbed his hand, dragging him towards the rink.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

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“Are you fucking kidding me…” Logan groaned as we both stop next to Coach Kavinsky, who was scowling with her arms crossed in front of her chest. You sighed and check the time on my phone, the hockey team was supposed to get out of the rink almost 20 minutes ago.

“Get off the ice!” You yelled after watching Miguel shoot the puck into the net, but the goalie blocked it. You knew it was him because of the big “99” on the back of his red jersey, well, that and his last name on top of his number. He stops to look in your direction, and even with all the padding on him you can see his chest rising and falling as he trying to catch his breath. Instead of replying he just scoffed and (you imagine) rolled his eyes under his helmet, he was acting like he usually does with you, as if last Saturday we weren’t seconds apart from kissing.

“You heard the girl, get off.” Coach Turner said as he motioned for the team to get off, the skaters finally starting to pack up their equipment off the ice, complaining and groaning the whole time

“Finally…” Logan mumbled with a sigh, taking off his guards and getting on the ice before the hockey team could get off, you quickly followed.

“Hey ice princes.” Miguel called out for the opposite side of the rink, before skating towards you and Logan. But instead of stopping in front of you he grabbed you by your wrist and pulled you away from your partner.

“Hey!” Logan yelled out to Miguel. You yelped as Miguel pulled you to the other side of the rink where he had been standing, trying to keep your balance since you weren't prepared for him to grab you and pull you through the rink, once he stops and let’s go of your wrist you scowl and hit him on his arm, earning a chuckle from him and some questioning looks from his teammates.

“What was that for?!” You scolded as you cross your arms.

“Just wanted to talk to you about what happened at the party.” He said in a low tone, you just raised an eyebrow at him.

Oh?

“…What about it?” You asked after a beat.

“I wanted to just apologize, I shouldn’t haven’t tried to pull a move on you like that.” He said in a serious tone.

oh.

Part of you wanted to say, “it’s okay, I enjoyed it, I wish you did kiss me.” But you knew if you did, it would completely change the dynamic between you two, putting your relationship with each other on its head, so you shallow the words down, opting to say, “Thanks Miguel.”

“Really, I’m sorry. I think I just had too much to drink and-“ he starts to ramble, you almost wanted to pinch yourself, Miguel O’Hara, one of the most egotistical and cocky people you’ve ever met, rambling an apology to you, of all people.

“Miguel-“ you cut him off, putting a hand up in front of you, “seriously. It’s okay.” He must have realized his own odd behavior, because he just cleared his throat, shifting his weight on his knees a bit and nodded his head in an attempt to regain his composure.

“Good.” Was all he said in a reply in his usual tone of voice, “I’ll see you around.” He finished before skating past you and leaving the rink with the rest of the hockey team. Leaving you slightly confused and somewhat disappointed.

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“You're kidding right?” You say before a cruel laugh leaves your lips, “you actually thought I’d be into? That’s so sad, you’re so stupid.” Your voice rang in Miguel’s ears, your voice dripping with an almost taunting pity. “I’d rather drop dead, you’re delusional Miguel. I’ll never love you.”

…

“Please Miguel… I need you… I love you…” your voice trembled, you’re tone needy and desperate, your hands shaking as you place them on his back, “You’re my everything- please- I need more-“

…

“Miguel? I have something to tell you…” you sounded so timid, your voice sounded so small and sweet, you didn’t look up but continued anyways, “I’ve been thinking, and… well… I think… I think I have feelings for you-“

Miguel woke up in a cold sweat, his chest heaving as he attempted to catch breath quietly, sitting up and looking over at his dorm mate to make sure he didn’t wake him up, before looking over at the clock on the desk that divides their twin beds.

“3:18 AM” the clock read.

Miguel sighed as he lays back down once his breath is steady and his heart rate goes back to normal. Groaning internally as he rubs his hands over his face in an attempt to wipe some sweat away.

Miguel has dreamt about (Y/N) nearly every night this week since Saturday.

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Are you awake ?

• Gender neutral reader • pure fluff • reviews and reblogs appreciated. •

° Bo Sinclair ° Vincent Sinclair ° Brahms Heelshire. °

Bo

After a long day spent arguing over everything and nothing with your boyfriend, Bo, you went to bed on your own. You were as mad at him as he was at you and even if you both knew that the next day, everything would already be forgotten, it was in your room that you went and not in his which was now your shared room. Bo didn't stop you, going to bed alone in his room.

Even if it was on your own that you decided to sleep in your own room, it was not that you managed to fall asleep. It was hot and yet the weather was humid, which could only mean one thing: a thunderstorm was approaching. Storms didn't necessarily scare you, but you didn't feel comfortable this time around. Finding no comfortable sleeping position, you end up getting out of bed with a long sigh. There was no way you could sleep alone tonight. It was like you were craving him.

Leaving your room, you took the direction of his, knocking on the door of it.

“Babe… are you awake?” You asked through the door. A door that opened almost right away.

“What is it, Darlin’?” He questioned you, immediately noticing that something was wrong, seeing that you were shivering.

“I… I’m sorry for today, my words were too harsh, and I was on your back all day… I shouldn’t have, and I have no excuses but… Can I sleep with you?” You mumbled as you nervously tweaked your fingers, looking down.

It wasn’t like you at all to apologize like that, and he knew it very well. That was why he instantly knew that something was wrong. Opening his door wider, he shifted to the side to let you in.

“Come here Darlin’.”

Walking in, you barely gave him time to close the door behind you before throwing himself into his arms to kiss him. As he hugged you with his arms, you could smell motor oil, cigarettes, and sweat emanating from his body, but you didn't care. He was everything you needed right now. All you wanted was him, and this was exactly what he was going to give you.

Vincent :

It wasn’t unusual for your boyfriend to stay the whole night in the basement, working on his art, but that night, it was different. It was a cold night of December, you had a hard time falling asleep from the coldness of this winter in Ambrose. You were shivering as you opened your eyes around 3 am in your shared bed, instantly making you groan as you saw the time it was. Only wearing thin pajamas, you wrapped yourself in a blanket before putting on a pair of socks to rush to hasten you to join the one you love in his basement. There was no way you could stay alone in that bed anymore, at the risk of turning you into a statue of ice before sunrise.

Knocking at the door before opening it, you slowly descended the stairs to join him. The warmth of the basement enveloped you the moment you opened the door, making you sigh in relief as you closed it behind you. That was exactly what you were looking for, a warm place to sleep with the man you love.

“Love…? Are you still awake ?”

Candles of all shapes and sizes were lit all over the vastness of this room, but you knew very well that didn't necessarily mean he was awake. Fortunately, he was. Working on a canvas, Vincent raised his head when he heard you approach him. Even if he had been immersed headlong into his work for long hours, he hadn't lost track of time. He knew very well what time it was, and that was what worried him about seeing you here. Tilting his head to the side, he was waiting for you to explain the reason for your presence here.

“It’s cold up here… Can I sleep here tonight? With you?” You softly asked, walking toward him.

A barely audible sigh of relief escaping his lips, Vincent obviously nodded at your request. How could he ever refuse you anything? Impossible, he loved you so much. Kissing his lips through the mask he wore over his face, you headed for the mattress that was there to drop into. Spreading out the blanket you had brought with you, you placed it on top of the one that was already on the mattress. Snuggling yourself well beneath those two blankets, a second sigh of well-being escaped your lips as your gaze rested on your boyfriend. You expected to be able to fall asleep watching him work, one of your cute sins, but to your surprise, he was putting everything away. And soon enough, he joined you under the covers, coming to curl up against your back. Taking off his mask, he put it on the stool that he used as a bedside table when he spent the night here. His arms around your waist, he pulled your back against his chest. After all, it was late, and you were here, there was no way he was going to keep working instead of spending the night with you. Especially since it was only in each other's arms that you could really warm each other up.

“Good night love.” You sweetly whispered as you snuggled closer to him before closing your eyes.

As a reply, he chastely kissed the back of your neck before closing his eyes in turn. It was more than time to rest, and this was definitely the best way.

Brahms :

It had been a long day, your boyfriend had been a real brat all day, making you struggle to do your daily chores. All he wanted was your attention and deep down you knew it, but you had no other than to scold him as you needed to do your chores. After all, with his behavior, he kind of deserved it that day. The punishment you gave him was the worst for him: Denying him access to your room that night. Maybe that would help him to think about what he has done.

Surprisingly, even if he complained a lot about it and tried to change your mind, he ended up doing as he was told. Now alone in your own room, sleeping in your large bed, you woke up in the middle of the night after a nightmare. Your past life wasn't full of joy, and it was still giving you nightmares from time to time. Jumping out of your bed, you were shivering, not only from the coldness of the night. Why did you have to face a nightmare that night? The only one who was always able to console you, reassure you, it was him, the man you sent to his room earlier that day.

Screw his behavior that day, you needed him. Still shivering, rubbing your arms, you headed towards his room, wearing nothing but a thin pajama that wasn’t helping much to keep you warm. You knew almost every hidden place and passages in this huge mansion, your boyfriend trusted you enough to show you almost everything here. It was now your home as well, after all.

Stopping right in front of the door of his secret room, you knocked.

“Baby… Are you still awake?”

Even if your voice was small, the door instantly flew open as soon as you called him by his favorite pet name. Brahms sleep always had been light, and he obviously heard you as soon as you got off of bed. A bit startled, you slightly jumped, looking up at his masked face.

“What’s wrong?” He asked in his child voice, worry about you.

His head tilting as you threw yourself in his arms, he was quick to catch up. Strong arms wrapping around you, he held you tightly as he pulled you inside. Closing the door behind the both of you, he led you towards the bed. Usually when he did that, it was to lust one over the other, but this time, it wasn’t. This time, he was going to be there for you, just like you are always for him.

“I had a nightmare…” You softly mumbled against his hairy chest.

“I’m here, you’re not alone, my love.” This time, he spoke with his own voice as he made you lay on top of him.

You didn't want to talk about it, and he respected that. He wasn't going to force you to talk. Instead of talking, you simply closed your eyes, cradled by the one you love. It was in his strong arms that you felt the safest, and it didn't take you long to fall back asleep. Brahms held you the whole night, staying awake just to keep an eye on you. Don’t expect him to let you do any of your chores either the next day, but unlike today, it would be because he wants you to have some well-deserved rest.

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Teenage Woes

First Babies of Private Garden Fic

Synopsis: You and Jack need to get on the same page when it comes to disciplining your three oldest children

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

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The car ride was absolutely silent as you pulled out of the parking lot of the triplets high school and started to make your way back home. You were fuming on the inside and decided that you would let them have it once all four of you got home.

Jack was due to be home later that evening since he had to fly to Boston for an event over the weekend and told you that he would be back today. You were kind of hoping that he landed early so that he could hold you back from ripping your three oldest children a new one. They knew that you were pissed off and didn’t dare utter a single word.

You were five minutes away from the house when you finally broke your silence.

“I just find it funny how not one, not two, but all three of my triplets that I carried for thirty three weeks and gave birth to decided to all get suspended for five days on the exact same day.”

“But…”

“Axel, did I ask you to speak? I don’t think I did.”

“Mom, we….”

“If I didn’t ask Axel to speak, what makes you think I asked you Ivy?” You asked her while looking at her in your rearview mirror and she immediately looked down.

Once you pulled into the driveway and turned the car off, you turned to all three of them and told them to get out.

“Get out of my car and go sit in the living room because I am about to tell all three of you about yourselves.”

All three of them did as they were told and you walked into the house to see your husband already sitting in the living room. He looked at your face and then the three of them before looking down at his watch and seeing that it was only noon.

“Umm, what did they do?” Jack sighed before resting his head on his arm as he leaned on the couch.

“Oh, just wait until you hear this. Ivy decided that she would talk back to her teacher and cuss her out and explain to her what she was not going to do in class today, Axel was caught smoking weed in the bathroom with Anthony, and Autumn decided that she was going to fight another girl knowing that she is already failing all of her classes and already on thin ice with us as it is. Oh, I forgot the most important part, all of them got suspended for five days.”

“What the…. What is wrong with the three of you? I mean seriously?” Jack asked while having a look of disbelief on his face.

“Daddy….” Autumn started to say, but you immediately cut her off.

“No, do not ask daddy to come and save you like you always do because this takes the damn cake. I have had it up to here with the three of you and how you have been acting and I’m not going to deal with it any longer. We are literally doing the best that we know how in order to raise you to make good decisions and look how that is turning out. So, Ivy no going out with Damion, Ax, no soccer games and you can absolutely forget about going to Anthony’s birthday party., and Autumn. I don't even know because you were already grounded so let’s just add another month on top of that. No cell phones, no driving, no laptops, no tv, no ipads, and no allowance. Autumn already has a part time job and the two of you will get one too. I honestly think all three of you wake up in the morning and you’re like okay what can we do to stress out our parents today? And none of you better open your mouth to speak because you will meet Jesus earlier than expected and you know I’m very good at keeping my word. Forget about knocking all three of you into next week, I’m knocking you into the next century if you even fix your mouth to open.”

When you were reprimanding the triplets, you didn’t notice how Urban, Jess, and Blanca had walked in and slid in behind you and sat next to Jack and all they did was look over at him wanting an explanation, but all Jack did was shake his head. 

“Babe, just relax for a second.” You heard Jack say from behind you and you turned around to look at him in disbelief.

“Are you serious? Did you not just hear what they did? How can I relax when I am convinced that the three of them want to give me gray hair.”

“Well daddy already has it.” You heard Ivy mutter and quickly shot her a look.

“He’s had it since we were twenty so it doesn’t count. And anyway don’t all three of you have homework to do? Give me every single electronic device and your car keys. It worked out that neither of you drove to school today and who knows? You might not even get these keys back until you’re twenty. Better yet, I have no hesitation to sell your cars and make you work and save up money to buy your own.”

“MOM! Seriously? Dad, help!” Axel exclaimed while looking over at him.

You shot Jack a look and he quickly held up his hands in defense.

“You literally always let her do this! She never lets us do anything and it seems as if we have to ask you if we want something because nine times out of ten she’s going to say no. Daddy’s my favorite parent for a reason.” Autumn said to him and you were about to get on her, but he quickly did. It definitely hurt what she said and you were staring at her in disbelief.

“I do it because I care about you!” You exclaimed in response, but she just rolled her eyes.

“Could’ve fooled me. People in prison get treated better than we do.”

“Oh no the fu-....” Jack quickly got up and put his hand over your mouth before trying to take hold of the situation. 

“Because all three of you don’t know how to act sometimes and it’s beyond me as to why. When you leave this house, you’re not only representing yourselves, but us and we for damn sure raised you better than this. You don’t even realize the sacrifices that your mother had to make for all three of you so the fact that you continue to be disrespectful towards the both of us needs to be dealt with. You can do whatever the hell you want when you’re out of my house, but until then as long as you’re under my roof, you will abide by my rules. Ivy, we have always told you to respect authority so you cussing out your teacher was one that I did not see coming and you will write a letter to her and apologize for what you did. Axel, out of all places you decided to smoke in the bathroom where there are vents and the smell can carry and not to mention that you literally smell like a walking blunt and I smelled it before I even saw you. Autumn, do it again and you are not going to like what is in store for you. Try me if you want. What you said was uncalled for and you need to start with an apology to your mother.”

“I’m not apologizing if I don’t mean it. You two taught me that.”

You immediately got flashbacks when you and Urban had gotten into a disagreement which had the two of you at odds and it was months before either of you spoke to each other. Because he had said the same exact thing to you.

“Autumn Danielle…” Jack said, but you immediately cut him off.

“No, babe. It’s okay. She doesn’t have to if she doesn’t mean it, but she should just know that there are children in this world who would do anything to have someone care about them as much as I care about the three of them. But since you’re their favorite parent, you can deal with them. I’m taking my youngest children shopping once I pick them up from school since they’re the only ones that I have that appreciate everything that I do for them.”

“No it’s not okay! You didn’t carry them and give birth to them to be disrespected!” Jessica said and you turned around to look at her since you didn’t even know when she got here.

“She didn’t even push us out, we were cut out.” Jack did a double take to look at Autumn who had her arms crossed and all Ivy did was cover her mouth with her hand as Axel’s eyes went wide.

“Disrespect your mother one more time in front of all of us and I swear that I’m going to need bail money.” Blanca added while Jack was running his hands through his hair clearly frustrated with how they were all acting. 

All she did was remain quiet because she knew that both of her Aunts would have no hesitation to set her straight.

“I’m absolutely done.” You said without another word as you took the steps two at a time. Jess and Blanca were going to follow behind you, but wanted for you to have a few minutes for yourself.

“Jack, get your kids before we do because it won’t be pretty if you don’t.” Urban said while looking at all three of them and shaking his head. 

“I was going to try to get your mother to cut down on you being grounded, but not anymore. Autumn, the fact that you opened your mouth to even say that is beyond me. Do you not even know how dangerous a c-section is? Shit, even being pregnant is dangerous and you said that out your mouth like it didn’t mean anything. I’m so disappointed in all three of you and that is something that I never thought that I would say. She does all of this because she cares and loves all three of you and always tries to do things that are in your best interest. When I’m not here, who keeps the house in order and makes sure nothing falls through the cracks? She literally does everything you need her to and the three of you are so damn ungrateful. As of right now, none of you are going on our family vacation. If you want to change my mind, you need to earn it. For right now all three of you need to bring me every device you have including your car keys and get out of my sight.”

A few days later, you saw Axel with his phone in his hand and you were staring at him in disbelief not understanding where he had gotten it from since you had made it clear that all of them were grounded for a month.

You didn’t say anything, but simply went downstairs to the studio where Jack was. He heard your footsteps and knew that it was you and quickly turned around in his chair to greet you, but that went out the window when he saw the look on your face.

“Baby?”

“Why does Axel have his phone?”

“Oh, I gave it back to him. I gave Ivy hers too. And I told Ax he can play on Saturday.”

“Why?” You asked again, waiting to hear an explanation.

“I just…. Autumn is the one we need to be hard on, not the other two.”

“But all three of them got suspended so I’m not understanding.”

“Babe, they don’t need to be grounded for a month for that.”

“Why is everyone in this house so against me?” You asked while crossing your arms and looking at him.

“Baby, that is not true and you know it.”

“We have to be on the same page. If one of us decides on a punishment, but yet the other one goes and tells them that it’s fine and can have all of their things back, how does that make me look?”

“I-... I was going to ask you about it.”

“When? It looks like you clearly already made a decision.” You said while throwing your hands up in disbelief. 

“Baby, please. I don’t want to fight or argue with you. I’ll fix it, okay?”

“You know what? It doesn’t even matter. Since no one wants to take me seriously this is what you’re going to do. Go and get every single electronic back from them and put it in our room and you can use your fucking hand for a month. Everyone in this household has me fucked all the way up except my youngest babies so yall can fend for yall selves. Don’t ask me to cook, take them anywhere, help with anything because clearly what I say doesn’t matter.”

“Now wait a minute, babe!”

“No. I’m done. I’m going on a girls trip with Jess, B, Taylor, Saweetie, Sza, Megan, and Normani. I am leaving tomorrow morning. Do not call me, do not text me. You’re the favorite so you should have it down pact. Figure out what to feed your spawns for dinner because I’m going to pack.”

“BABY!”

Without another word, you slammed the door to the studio and went up the steps to your shared bedroom and began to throw things in your suitcase while putting all of the details in the group chat. 

About ten minutes later, Jack opened the door with Axel and Ivy’s phone and car keys in his hands. You didn’t even acknowledge him as you continued what you were doing.

“Baby, I’m sorry, okay. I know we have to be a united front when it comes to them.”

“It’s fine, Jackman.”

“No it’s not because you used my full name. You’re pissed at me.”

“All I try to do is be a good mother, but clearly I’m not doing a good job so….” You said while throwing one of your bras in the suitcase and starting to cry.

Jack quickly embraced you as you cried into his chest. He rubbed your back soothingly as you continued to let the tears flow.

“You’re an amazing mother and it’s just typical teenage behavior. They’ll see how much you did for them when they’re older, I know that they will.”

“I sacrificed so much for them and this is what I get in return? Disrespect?”

What you didn’t know was that Autumn was in the hallway and heard you since the bedroom door was slightly open.

“I always put everyone else first and I have done it since I was a teenager. First with you then with PG and now with them but I get it because they’re my kids but when is it going to be my turn?”

“Everything is going to work itself out because it always does but you need a break and cannot keep doing this to yourself. You deserve to be put first just like anyone else in this house and I’m sorry that you feel that way because I’m obviously not doing my job as your husband. I told you that years ago. If you ever feel that there is something that I can do better, I want you to tell me.”

Your back was facing the door and since Jack was still hugging you, you didn’t see Autumn slightly open the door and attempt to make her way inside. Jack quickly shook his head no at her as you continued to cry and she slowly closed the door and made her way back down the hallway to her room. 

She could admit that she said what she said out of anger and she knew deep down that you did only want what's best for her. She had no idea how to begin to apologize to you since she also cringed when she thought about when she said that her and her siblings were cut out and not pushed out.

She had been in the delivery room for the last pregnancy and stared on in amazement at how strong her mother was. She had to come up with a plan in order to apologize to you and would get her siblings to help her do it. 

When Autumn had woken up the next morning, she quickly went downstairs to hopefully see you in the kitchen to talk to you but looked confused when she only saw her dad and him feeding her youngest siblings.

“Dad, where’s mom?” She curiously asked while looking around.

“In Aruba.”

“What? Since when? For how long? I need to talk to her.” She was lowkey starting to freak out because she didn’t want this going on any longer than it had to. 

“I think you’ve done enough lately. You can talk to her when she comes back. In two weeks.”

“But that’s too long! Why can’t I just call her? Doesn’t she have her phone?”

“She does, but you don’t and I’m not giving it to you and you aren’t using mine. You don’t even know how bad you hurt her with what you said.”

“I know, that’s why I want to talk to her and apologize. I… she does so much for me. Both of you do and I’m sorry for the way that I’ve been acting.”

“Do you know that she had a miscarriage before she had the three of you? We were scared the entire time she was pregnant hoping that it wouldn’t happen again. I still remember the day before her c section when we left the doctor’s office to make sure everything was okay and all she started to do was cry. She was crying because she was happy that she carried the three of you all the way up to when you were due to be taken out. She essentially put her career on hold, the both of us did in a way to be able to take care of the three of you.”

“I… she never told me that. Can you help me plan something nice for her when she comes back?”

“What did you have in mind?”

“Daddy, come on. We all know the way to mommy’s heart is a Birkin bag.” 

“The way you’ve been acting we’re going to need at least ten of them and you'll have to do a lot more than that to get back in her good graces.”

“I… good point.”

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y/ninsta: jackharlow added SpongeBob in that first pic lmao

Aruba living with my girls 💕

jackharlow: I mean I thought it was a nice touch, but um... can you come back already?! I miss you. DAMN MY WIFE IS GORGEOUS. 😍 autumnharlow: but he doesn't miss you more than I do and eww dad jessicakelce: autumnharlow could've fooled us smh urbanwyatt: tell Yasmin to answer her phone! softtcurse: urbanwyatt no. girls only. see you in two weeks blancahood: yasss! multiple babies where?!?! face card never declining! jackharlow: autumnharlow what the? how are you on here when I took your phone? and how do you think you got here?! autumnharlow: grammy let me use hers jackharlow: autumnharlow log out now or I'm adding another week autumnharlow: jackharlow fine. axelwyatt: mom, dad is feeding us peanut butter chicken again jackharlow: axelwyatt not you too. LOG OUT. y/ninsta: axelwyatt hmm not so fun without me huh? ivyharlow: mommy please come back because I cannot take another second of your husband's cooking jackharlow: HOW ARE ALL THREE OF YOU ON HERE? CLAYYYY! claybornharlow: little baby is hereeee! y/ninsta: claybornharlow my only baby that doesn't give me a headache smh jackharlow: Y/N! SERIOUSLY? jackharlow: claybornharlow you're behind this aren't you? claybornharlow: the triplets volunteered to wash my car so...... jackharlow: claybornharlow I'm grounding your ass for a month too smh claybornharlow: jackharlow I heard that you got grounded for a month also 👀 urbanwyatt: wait! they need to wash my car next! jackharlow: claybornharlow I'm on suspension there's a difference jessicakelce: he can look but can't touch lmao jackharlow: JESS! NOT HELPING! umm babe, I'm catching the next flight out maggieharlow: jackharlow no. you are not leaving me with all of your kids. wait until she comes back. druski2funny: damn mama harlow said hell nah lmao 2forwoyne: PG, I'm getting flashbacks neelamthadhani: NO quiiso: some things never change, last time it was only a week, now she's gone for two? jackharlow I know you're getting on yall kids nerves with how much you miss your wife jackharlow: and? they're the reason why she took the girls trip in the first place so they have to deal with it. y/ninsta baby.... can you come back a day early? y/ninsta: jackharlow I'm turning off my phone smh I love you and my children but HELL NO

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4th House Synastry

In the realm of 4H synastry, activating this aspect invokes a sense of comfort, ease, and relaxation. It creates an environment where worries fade away, and it allows you to express your inner thoughts freely, you just feel secure. The energy exudes a sense of reliability and trustworthiness.

For reference I'll use this boy and I's synastry aspects:

His Sun, Mercury & Venus are in my 4H.

(Below are his planets in my 4H making into my chart)

His Sun conjuncts my Jupiter, His Sun opposes my Moon (6 degree orb), his Sun trines my Mercury, Lilith and ascendant, his Sun sextiles my Mars, his Mercury conjuncts my IC, his Mercury sextiles my Uranus, his Mercury trines my Chiron, his Venus squares my ascendant and my Mercury, his Venus sextiles my Neptune, his Venus trines my Venus and North Node,

My Venus is in his 4H (My Venus Conjuncts his IC)

His South Node conjuncts my Sun

His Vertex conjuncts my South Node and Neptune

His Moon conjuncts my South Node (5 degree orb)

(Also: his Moon is in my 1H, my Moon is in his 3H, my Sun, Mercury, Rising are in his 5H, and my Venus is in his 4H)

Now I made a post about him a few months ago, and I noticed It felt bit lack luster with him. Although there was an instant comfort that I hardly feel with everyone else, I wasn't completely enticed, compared to what I'm used to (with 8th house synastry). I was intrigued a bit because objectively he is beautiful, and for someone who struggles with emotional intimacy, vulnerability, I self sabotage as if it's my second nature, so with it came times where when I was with him I didn't allow myself to feel deeply or to feel something for him (as much as I am a able too) so with that brought in feelings where I told myself I didn't like him or that he didn't ignite enough passion in me.

I saw him in May which was a few months ago and I was with him for the weekend and everything felt easy, but I wasn't incredibly enthralled, and with him and without him I felt whole and there wasn't any voids that he healed. (but that's because I subconsciously blocked myself from allowing him too)

After hanging out with one another, sharing dating behavior attitudes, hand holding etc, he just disappeared out of thin air, and I didn't think twice of it. And honestly because of our synastry I already knew I was going to run into him some way or another.

Anyway, a few days ago the same hour Venus goes into retrograde (he has a natal Venus retrograde) he called me and we made plans to hangout the following day. Prior to this I was nervous and scared because I don't normally see or hangout with anyone, but we met up at a party and we were casually just hanging out, he brought his friends and I was with mine. The conversations weren't forced and the second I saw him the fear I had left, I wasn't nervous or worried and I easily kept conversation. It was like I suddenly became this open, carefree individual that knew how to make conversation with anyone who was around because he was standing next to me.

Anyway as the night progressed he visibly looked so cute, and because I was drinking I became more inclined to letting him "in," in some way or another. We talked and talked and i'm not even sure about what, but there was no awkward silences and I just felt so at ease and was always laughing. I didn't get this high like I did with 8th house synastry, but I just felt comfortable in my own skin and because of that, I liked being next to him.

At the party we were away from each other for maybe 3 minutes and as a stranger was talking to me, I thought to myself I want to stand next to him. And prior to this I was scared that he was going to only hangout with me, (because I'm terrified of actually liking someone) and it turns out I was the one who chose to go back to him at the party. (He was literally the cutest boy there lmao)

We kissed that night and from the following day (today) I don't feel sick, I don't feel worried, I don't feel scared that I allowed myself to kiss him. That alone is triggering me to feel worried. Now since I still have curiosity towards him and since he feels like a comfort blanket; I'm now realizing what his presence elicits in me. He somehow didn't trigger my disorganized attachment style and I genuinely think it's because for (now) I allowed myself to feel, without getting scared or even repulsed by him.

I thought I wasn't affected by him, I thought I wasn't going to need him in any shape or form.

But in this moment I feel like i'm wrong.

Right now the feelings that I have are confusing me because I don't feel low without him, but I do feel this co-dependent underlying want for him.

Feeling comfortable in my own skin, with no worry is something I am not used too, so for him to create that in me is what's getting me.

A part of me knows I knew him from a previous life, and because of my broken attachment style, having this comfort with another person isn't something I normally get to hold onto.

Since I am still learning to let myself feel, these emotions that persevere comes in waves. I thought to myself that I wouldn't mind seeing him again, but that's the part of me that craves for peace and serenity talking, and now writing this post, the other part of me that hides and suppress any unsolicited needs for another is creating myself to feel nothing towards him.

(It's been another day since writing this and I no longer have that dire need for him because my brain is telling myself it's safer for me to not truly care yet and whether I want too or not, my brain just does this. I can still turn these feelings off in some shape or form and I still feel fear with going on a date or seeing him again but I also know, that once i'm next to him i'll just feel this ease I wish I was able to hold onto on my own.

Moving on, for a more descriptive and better understanding this is how the house person might feel:

What 4th House Synastry Feels Like

Everything feels so easy, with them you'll feel somehow secure, somehow safe. You naturally know how to respond to them, a look from them makes you feel comfort, you two share the same humor (with other soft mercury-moon/sun aspects), everything feels like it's already happened before, and with that feeling they unlock a part of you that you're afraid to show others.

When you're next to them, you're no longer worried about how others perceive you, nor are you overthinking the conversations between the two of you. It's different with 8th house synastry because although with the 8th house their touch unlocks that dire need of being emotionally vulnerable towards another, the 4th house unlocks a part of your character that you naturally hide or the part of you that you overthink when you're with strangers.

When they're next to you, nothing can feel bad, you don't fixate on any issues, you can just allow yourself to feel safe, and at ease. They bring you a sense of security you didn't know was possible, you want to hold onto them, be next to them, and you can't help but smile, can't help but be open, optimistic, and can't help but be unafraid to take on any task you can ever think of (especially if there are more Jupiter synastry aspects between you two).

Any anxiety somehow vanishes, you're not worried, you can't feel worry, you're not second guessing anything, and you don't have these wavering thoughts, and there's no what ifs, you're in the moment, you feel present, and nothing else matters. You allow yourself to feel at home within because they bring you this sense of comfortability that you've never felt before.

They become this key with unlocking the side of your personality that you hide towards anyone else that you don't share a close connection too.

And for someone with a Scorpio Moon/active 12th House, this feels new for me. Comfortability and serene feelings are both things I search for. I genuinely don't show anyone my true feelings or thoughts, I always wear a mask with everyone I meet. So with that, I want to feel calm, and safe, so because of that I believe that what's this synastry is hitting in me, but if you don't have a disorganized attachment style (or maybe even Scorpio placements) like me, the feelings within might be different.

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