#this is of course missing other characters but this was quick oops

[venusbby]

♡ characters/pairings: isagi yoichi x reader

♡ warnings: cursing, teeny tiny bit suggestive (oops)

♡ note: this is short but my brain today was fully occupied by yoichi so here u go also i am so horrid at titles that i almost thought about naming this 'victoria's secret' somebody call me an idiot sandwich right now ok bye somebody help me what do i even call this no title for now ok ok bye

🍁 — your boyfriend has taken the concept of your secret relationship a little too seriously.

"what are you doing? let me in." isagi whispered, eyebrows furrowing underneath his messily kept dark hair. although standing in your apartment's doorway gave him a little relief from the cool waves of your air conditioner, he needed to get in before anybody else saw him— but for some reason, you looked like a deer caught in headlights.

"yoichi?" you stressed on the name hard, your jaw dropping slightly when you were finally able to recognise the deep blue eyes that stared back at you. "you're joking."

"no way, you couldn't recognise me?"

"of course not!" you whisper-yelled, opening the door further to quickly let him inside, eyes drifting from the two doors across the floor to see if anyone of your neighbours was watching. as isagi stepped inside and kicked off his shoes, you watched in astonishment.

"you think i'm going to recognise you when you're dressed like this?" you gestured towards his outfit, from his black face mask to his new shoes. once the door was closed, you couldn't stop yourself from snorting. the more you looked at him, the more recognisable he got— from his eyes to the rings he usually wore.

your boyfriend scoffed, hastily discarding his face mask and throwing it aside, followed by his jacket, then his hoodie, and then— why was he removing his shirt?

"it's so fucking hot," he hissed, running a hand through his hair which was damp at the base with sweat, broad shoulders tensing and relaxing every time he moved to fan himself. "it's so fucking hot but i wore three layers just so i could see you and you're laughing?"

you only stared, not being fast enough to take everything in, how he looked and what he was saying— until he took three quick steps towards you and his hands found their home on either side of your hips, "before you say anything, i'm here because i missed you."

your heart sped up.

only six months into dating the pro footballer isagi yoichi, and he shows up to your apartment in broad daylight dressed in all black hoping to get here without being noticed, just because he missed you.

there was no way he couldn't feel your heart pounding when you chuckled and threw your arms around his neck to bring him into your embrace. your smile was not going to leave anytime soon and by now it was almost normal for your heart to act up when he was around.

since you were just in a tank top and shorts, when you hugged him, you realised he really was suffering in this month's hot weather. there was no way a little sweat was going to stop you from balancing yourself on your toes to push back his hair and plant a kiss on his forehead.

you stared at his flushed face, not bothering to think if it was because of your close proximity or the heat from his clothes. "yoi, you didn't have to do all this. we could've met where we did last time—"

"i'd do anything for you," he cut you off, talking as if he was telling you a fact. his eyes softened, loving and apologizing. "and i hate that you have to drive ten minutes away to meet me all the time."

you rolled your eyes, hands settling on his shoulders now. "ten minutes is nothing."

isagi shrugged at your stubborn response, eyes trailing down to your lips. "im here now, so what's the point of all this? just kiss me."

as expected, your secret lover was quite desperate during the kiss. the last time you met each other was the previous week, after which your schedules struggled to match up and caused you both to pause your meetings for a few days.

the longing behind the way his lips settled against yours almost made your legs give up, and you were thankful for your grip that tightened on his shoulders, which coaxed out a soft hum from isagi.

your first instinct after pulling away was to pinch his cheeks. isagi wasn't in his trance any longer once your fingers poked at his face. "your disguise was kinda shitty, though."

"as if. even you couldn't tell if it was me at first." he retorted, lips still swollen.

"next time you come over, let me help you decide on an outfit that won't make you miserable. 'kay?" you smiled cheekily, thumb hovering over his jaw, and whispered. "and put your shirt back on, please."

"but i'm still feeling hot. don't you like the view anyway?"

you shook your head when you saw his grin, ignoring the last part (which was true). "no worries, i'll turn the AC up for ya."

he gave himself a B for effort, at least.

🍄 — val is tagging... + @hyomagiri (<333)

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[writefightandflightclub]

Poe Dameron’s Little Book of Good Things (x GN!reader)

Summary: Poe has been keeping a record, but something is missing.

Genre: angst!! (quite a short one but I’m crying)

Author’s note: I woke up with this in my head -it came to me about 3am but I went back to sleep and don’t know how it clung on- so I’m throwing it down super quick before work. I personally think the idea of Poe keeping this little book is adorable and fluffy and so in character. I also think it’s so in character of me to then go and ruin it with angst. Oops. 😬

Gif by @realoscarisaac

Sometimes, Poe gets down. He hates to admit it, but it’s hard to remember what he’s fighting for when all he sees day in day out is loss and bloodshed. Frayed tempers and despair.

That’s why he started keeping it, this little book of his. Poe Dameron’s Book of Good Things. A place to note down all of the good deeds he observes which make his heart sing. Which remind him there is something worth fighting for.

He starts to write down things he sees on base. The way comrades put each other first - in all the big ways, sure, but all the small ways too, like leaving the last cup of brewed caf for a squadron mate. The way Snap spends the last of his credits to buy Jess a lothcat stuffie because he knows it will make her smile.

He notes down all of the things he sees off-planet too. An older boy helping a sweet younger kid fix his broken kite out of the goodness of his heart, globby tears wiped from the kid’s cheeks and replaced with a smile. A neighbour loaning their speeder to someone across the street because they know it will help them with getting to market.

The tiny things which make up the fabric of good, all woven together and cast like a net across the universe.

Reading through it, in those moments he’s feeling down, reminds Poe that collectively -First Order be damned- the beings in this system are basically good. That people want to help each other. That all is not lost.

The book becomes precious to him. Almost as precious as his mother’s ring which you now wear around your neck. Perhaps that’s why, whenever he’s gone away on a mission, you’ve found that book tucked under your pillow. He trusts you with everything dear to him, from his book to droid to his heart.

Perhaps later, he begins to leave it there because he knows it gets darker with him gone. To remind you that even in those darkest moments, when all your hope is near extinguished, there is still good in this world. Something to keep going for. Something worth fighting for.

The first time you found it hidden there, the corner stabbing your head from underneath the pitifully thin Resistance-issue pillow, you had cried. You had cried at how beautiful this man is. How big his heart is. At how desperately he wishes to believe in something pure. At how much he embodies it.

The second time he left it - when you began to read more - you had cried because you found your deeds amidst these pages too. Because Poe had noticed you, and deemed you worthy of being included in his story of how this universe and those in it are full of light.

And now? Now you cry, clasping this book, because Poe isn’t coming back.

You cry, because all hope is gone. Because your brightest light is snuffed out. Because you can’t see a damned thing left worth fighting for.

You leaf through its pages, tears plopping down and muddying the bleary ink as you take it all in.

You cling to it. To his worldview. To his observations, in lieu of his warm, soft body, because now - more than ever - you know you need to believe in something. You know that Poe would want that for you, and so you try.

You sob, clasping the book to your chest.

You cry because he is gone, of course. You have cried for weeks.

But you are also crying because you cannot find what you need in these pages. Poe did a terrible job, you think. Such an idiot. Because, even though he had documented everything so thoroughly, so reliably, something so glaring is missing. Something which leaves a hollow ache in your whole chest due to its absence.

What’s missing?

What did Poe -the idiot- neglect to include?

All the good that he did.

All the good that he did; right up to his final moments.

His final moments, when he gave himself for the Resistance - because he believed. Believed there was something worth fighting for. Something bigger than him.

Tears streaming down your face, your chest wracked with sobs, you crouch on the floor in front of your drawers and you dig. You dig for what you are looking for, half gasping and half wailing as your fingers finally locate it.

You place it down on the floor, and you hunch over it, clinging on to it as though it can help you. As though it’s a life raft.

It’s not.

All it is is a blank notebook.

Nothing can fix this. You know that. You’re not an idiot. Nothing will ever close this hole in your chest. This hole right beneath Shara’s ring, which sways against your torso.

You can’t fix this. Can’t bring him back.

But you can do something.

You can write.

You can write about all of the good that he did.

Because people need to know.

They need to know how good he was.

Right up until his final moments, sure, but in every moment before that.

In every moment, Poe Dameron was something worth fighting for - and you won’t stop now.

Not even now that he’s gone.

You write, and you cry, and you pour out everything you can think of; then, when you are done, you place it under your pillow.

And, for the first time in a long time, you sleep.

You sleep, because for the first time, you feel like Poe’s not entirely gone. Not lost completely.

The good he did lives on, and he did so much of that. So much of it that he’s everywhere. He’s in your heart. He’s hung around your neck. He’s the twinkle in the eye of every life he saved. He’s cast like a net across the universe, and his light can never go out.

Poe Dameron is the spark.

And the First Order will burn for this.

#Poe Dameron #Poe Dameron x reader #poe dameron space cutie #Star Wars #Poe Dameron angst

[master-k0hga]

| Y G G D R A |

[ Category: The Promised Land ]

| Before I quickly talk more about him, I'll just re-list the things I wrote in his quick ref since I didn't realize how hard I made it to look after I started trying to read through it... Oops;

Info

70 years old

Adopted (along with 5 others); The oldest sibling

Part of a tribe who are guardians of the sea; Water Guardians to be obvious

He is the oldest step sibling to Caligo, he is very loving and protective over them. Almost motherly

Hates being called 'old' and being asked his age

His parents were murdered by rogue sailors; Gouged their eyes out for value and them dumped back into the oceans when he was only 12. His parents were King and Queen of the oceans so he now takes their place when he eventually "moved out" from his adopted home, he is now very protective of his people and his found family

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Anyways that's the quick bio; This is Yggdra, a shortened name for the tree of Life Yggdrasil, so in a sense he does has healing capabilities and can in fact bring people back from the dead to an extent however refuses to do so cuz that brings so much mental trauma along with it. The premise of his character is still the same, except he's no longer a Yiga leader and Kohga's oldest brother, just Caligo's and with a different reason now.. He was also still adopted by the same wicked man who forcefully took in Caligo and married their mother (who I'll need to re-do in a sense cuz their bio isn't entirely set either. Some reason Caligo and Katsumi are just difficult to put in place) and Yggdra was definitely brought into this "Father's" family roughly before he took in Caligo and a couple others (which I've given him a name, it's just in my drafts on my laptop when I was trying to re-purpose all of my former Yigas so it's not yet)

Extra(s):

His tribe consist of mer-people, their fins shimmer so they can be like a ray of colours at the same time. Yggdra's here mainly of pinks, purples and blues; His mother's of pinks, yellows and greens while his father's were of reds, oranges and dark blues. The tails DO have a "base colour" but overall they are literally just "blue", "pink", "purple", "green", and a lighter "red"

They can actually produce their own pearls; They're made from their tears, after a couple hours they solidify into pearls. The pearls he wears are the tears for his parents when they were killed

In the water they have their fins, however they are able to come to land as well; Their fins can actually morph into legs at will. Once on land, from their feet to their shins are blue tinted like the rest of them, and their toes are slightly webbed like their fingers; It took Yggdra a month after he was born to willingly shift from sea to land and back

Their jewellery tends to range from pearls (as stated previously) and a specific kind of opal, to which is very common to find in the waters of their home however rare or almost non existent everywhere else. So it is a must for their home to stay protected

Despite having both indirect and direct connections with the outer waters of his home, he wishes to protect it from the threats of outsiders; Especially some time where the "Purge of the defiers" took place in the secluded village, Yggdra and Caligo were preparing to escape together before getting separated in the massacre, this found sibling bond seem to always be at the wrong place at the wrong time, just about missing each other every time... To which pains Yggdra's heart

The time he takes over as king of the "Oceans of Paradise" would have at least been a few years since the incident, he doesn't leave the underwater kingdom so much these days; Of course with the exception of, as stated previously, if he is on the lookout for his youngest sibling

Underwater Kingdom; " Oceans of Paradise "

As mentioned, the kingdom consists of mer-people who are the main occupiers of this tribe, sea creatures and the like of course live amongst them in harmony

They are capable of communicating directly to the waters, the creatures that reside, even the bacteria and other smaller living organisms that live the ocean

Tridents, blades made of the strongest minerals and opal, are their weapons and defences; Yggdra uses a trident that was passed down from his father after his sudden passing. Practically a family heirloom

The kingdom is also known as the "Kingdom of healing" due to how many healing remedies, potions and other technologies and spells that originated from there; With thanks and help from the resources that reside with healing capabilities and sea creatures who are blessed or born with natural resources

The diet is mainly vegetarian with the exception of eating small invasive critters such as crabs that attack or horrendously infest their home; Although minor, does become such an inconvenience if not regulated properly

Sharks and giant rideable seahorses are their defences along with the soldiers, when not in battle they are actually social and very kind to allies/friendly visitors. They sort of act like puppies, Yggdra has a baby seahorse that he calls his baby

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And that's it I guess, a lot of this is mostly improvisation because I didn't have that detail for him besides the basics, but it did start piecing together rather nicely when I did get what I want re-purposed for him... He's still a loveable person who considers one of his siblings to be his own and would love to reunite with them someday to be the big brother for them, so Yggdra would be very over the moon to find out Caligo has been brought into a safer place and having a kid with their saviour.

Anyways, as much as I would love to draw the landscapes and as mentioned cities/towns and such after working on these guys, they however suffer the same fate as my Zarean and Molterious species; The "artist" is unable to draw anything that isn't a person.. Even with the help of softwares and programs that help give the idea, I'm unable to implement environments onto a digital or traditional canvas, never have been. They always look shit.

... Oh well, maybe some other day..

. Yggdra, Art © Me . DON’T RE-POST .

#MASTER-K0HGA #Ary / Kohga Chronicles #Ary / Kohga OCs and Works #Yggdra #OC #Fandomless #Male #The Promised Land #Mer people #Oceans of Paradise #My Art #My OCs #My Character #He's the oldest step sibling of the lot that the Father adopted. Although they never really communicated that often #Yggdra and Caligo are actually the closest out of all the step siblings #Yggdra gets along with Kassy the least as not only is she the fave out of Father's children. #But also cuz she's the most unhinged. Manipulative. Abusing out of the lot. Very much like the next Father #Despite her being adopted by him too... #So yeah... Yggdra! #Just about started working on Shiro and Garrison too #I just need to get something down with Kassy and Beatrice to which ofc they're all from different tribes #So I believe I have a place somewhere for them... Just really need to get on with working on the leaders of the land too #I've already started a thing for the Golden Palace. But the other leaders need something too..

[televinita]

TV Shows Watched in 2023: Jan-June

(a.k.a. “how am I doing on the 23 in ‘23 list? not great, bob!)

Arranged by category w/ a quick summary of my thoughts, because the log I’ve been keeping by month is a mess. You have probably seen me mention all of these at some point, but now it’s all in one place, for my convenience. Albeit overly rambly.

PART 1: SAMPLED & QUIT

Animal Control: crass and crude even by broadcast network standards + no likeable characters = not even animals could get me to come back for second episode

The Terror: gave it two episodes, but it’s just too slow

Quantum Leap (2022): one for guest star Sofia Pernas & done, what a dull mess

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PART 2: SAMPLED, WILL CONTINUE SOMEDAY

The Ranch: After binge-watching a bunch of That 70s Show in January, this was exactly the additional content I needed. I don’t love the language but that’s the only real issue with this. That said, two episodes was enough for the time being; I’ll leave this tucked in my back pocket for when I really want more of these actors as brothers.

Trinkets: every day I curse myself for not grabbing the dollar store copy of the book when I saw it, long before the show was announced, because I think that might have gotten me more invested? That said, I really like all 3 of these characters and you know how I am with the voyeuristic love of shoplifting stories. It pings the same part of my brain as thrift-shopping. I just don’t want it right at this exact moment ,while I’m focused on cleaning and decluttering.

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PART 3: SCRIPTED SERIES

Abbott Elementary, S2: watched w/ husband, one of the lights and joys of my weekly-viewing life. every character is amazing AND it’s funny. do you know how hard that is to manage?

Ghosts (CBS), S2: the other light and joy of my life, which I have to save up and watch in spurts because one a week or less is NOT enough. I don’t love all of these characters as strongly as the above, but as an ensemble they are awesome, and it’s actually a tad bit funnier. And of course, the set design is unmatched.

Night Court (2023): the other one I was watching with husband, based on his love of the original which I’ve never seen. This is a very comfort-food kind of sitcom. Melissa Rauch and John Larroquette are carrying it for sure, because they’re the only ones who feel like real people as opposed to cartoonish joke machines, but the cartoonish joke machines still make me laugh and I like all of them. I have a particular fondness for Olivia, whose opinions are correct always.

That 90s Show: we were doing so well but we still haven’t watched the last 2 episodes oops. I simply cannot care about these children other than Gwen, I can't do it!! Even Leia is only relevant to me in the company of her relatives. That said, I do love every bit with Red & Kitty, and it’s still fun to watch as a whole.

Poker Face: another one husband brought me to. This was slow to grow on me, but there’s something about Charlie you just can’t help but like, so we kept going until I was well and truly delighted by it and I look forward to another season.

Daisy Jones & The Six: this is such an uphill climb, because screw Daisy, that my progress has slowed to a crawl. I just finished episode six yesterday (after starting in March). I swear it’s still a good adaptation, because I truly am loving EVERYTHING else about it, it’s just... Her. Her only useful purpose is to model the most amazing wardrobe (that only a select few women could pull off) you’ve ever seen.

Alaska Daily: I am 0% sad this got canceled because while I loved the setting and the missing-women throughline, I never got attached to any of the characters, and the pacing was slow and often made it felt like a chore...but a chore I could not quit because the mystery was just this side of intriguing. At least they solved it by the end of the season.

Big Sky, S2: by contrast, this is my current watch -- just finished season 2, taking a brief break to collect my feelings before starting S3 -- and I LOVE it just as much as season 1. Every man on this show except Lindor and Cassie’s dad sucks but the women are amazing, and it’s absolutely addictive. I feel like I should be grateful it got as many seasons as it did, but I’m also mad about it being canceled.

Loki: Pretty sure we all know about this one by now. :)

The Essex Serpent: technically I have not finished this because I got 4/6 episodes in and was like, I cannot stand this agony, just give me all the Will/Stella/Cora scenes that remain and skip over the rest, but I’d like to finish it off for real at some point.

Return to Cranford: I’ve been vaguely meaning to watch Cranford ever since Pam mentioned it on The Office, but never did. Did that stop me from diving into this essentially-a-long-movie follow-up when I saw it on Hiddleston’s resume? Absolutely not.

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PART 4: REALITY/GAME SHOWS

Survivor, S44: Carolyn Wiger, Hometown Hero ftw! (*not actually my hometown. but pretty close) Matt/Frannie OTP! IDK what else happened because everyone was so boring and most of the interesting women were bounced in the first 4 episodes.

The Chase, S3: guaranteed fun. This is the only trivia show besides Jeopardy that moves fast enough for me, and it’s also the only one where I like listening to the hosts and don’t mind hearing from the contestants.

Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders: Making the Team: season 15:

I hadn’t seen this one before because it wasn’t part of the syndication package, but Paramount+ had it! Honestly, my love affair with the show has waned, and I don’t enjoy the newer seasons as much anyway, but The Covid Season was definitely not a highlight.

Cook at All Costs: the unexpected, fast-paced and mystery-box-inclusive DELIGHT! Twelve more seasons please.

Snack vs. Chef: me trying to replicate the fun of CAAC, part 1 (not as good; I like watching people work at their little kitchen stations but this seemed way too hard)

Best Leftovers Ever: me trying to replicate the fun of CAAC, part 2 (even less good, and why was there a weird unfair “advance to the next episode until you lose” aspect to the structure?)

The Amazing Race, S32: Waiting for a new season, decided I might as well watch the newest one I haven’t seen, despite its legendary terribleness.

The Traitors (U.S.): I only came for QUEEN CIRIE (after husband asked if we could watch it), but I stayed for the amazing Scottish castle and its grounds, a surprising number of the cast, the missions, the whole-hearted commitment to absurd theatricality; even the discussions and strategy talk during their downtime got interesting by episode 2 or 3. I look forward to more! Actually cursing that I can’t watch the Portuguese version hosted by my beloved Daniela Ruah.

PART 5: RANDOM RERUNS I’VE BEEN WATCHING

Seinfeld

Community

30 Rock (only a few because husband had it on, but it’s incredible how much funnier this is when you’re not being annoyed by everyone fawning about how Great! And Smart! it is in real time)

The Simpsons (2nd only to Loki as the greatest value of Disney+ tbh)

+ Survivor: Gabon (S17): because mid-way through the current/crap season, I got a hankering to rewatch a good one.

[wanderingchocolateeclair]

i am here to ask about your villain au! (please tell me everything about it! /hj)

-story anon

Heheheh okidoki then!!

So uhhhhhhhhh........this is LONG AF- you said “tell me everything about it” and i uh...maybe actually kinda accidentally did exactly that oops-

Edgejeanist stuff is lower down, after all the backstory kinda stuff.

Buckle up guys, Eclair’s back with their ramble-y self, and is about to make it everyone’s problem /lh

I shall just put a slight warning here, this’ll include mentions of death, murder and all that stuff, since it is a villain au.

So. Villain au.

Everything seems perfectly normal at first, but, as usual the commission are hiding their dark little secrets and manipulating and using their poor heroes for their dirty work.

In this au, a certain trio of heroes end up taking matters into their own hands.

I’ll summarise this important point and hc that ties into this au real quick:

Edgeshot, Best Jeanist and Hawks are a “commission trio”. In their earlier years, they got taken in and manipulated into working for them/doing their “important confidential deeds”. 

Tsunagu and Shinya become sort of parental figures to Keigo bc of their ages, and the fact they had to look after him.

(in my canon au, tsu and shinya manage to work their way out of this part of the commission and simply work as heroes, but keigo did not, he unfortunately stayed)

Anyway, after years of doing very dark deeds for the commission, and being treated like dirt (they threatened each of them that they would harm the other two/their family if they tried anything risky) they kinda snapped.

They came up with a plan to overthrow the commission and kill the big boss lady and the ppl that did them wrong!

And so, on that day, Tsunagu and Shinya basically stormed through the commision hq and got rid of everyone. Making their way to their “final target” and allowing Hawks to deliver the last blow.

This is where they kinda start to lose it. Their minds, I mean. After so much torture and the very sudden freedom, and all the killing, their sense of morality and general sanity just kinda dropped from here on out.

It wasn’t long before the whole hero community learnt of what had happened, and everyone went into shock when they heard of who did it.

The top three popular and probably most influential heroes in the entirety of Japan? That everyone knew and most loved and looked up to?

They were doomed. 

Of course, it also wasn’t long before crime rate crept up and many heroes started “going missing”, or retiring....or following in their traitorous footsteps.

(it gets long so heres a cut)

(it seems to delete my notes when i put them under a read more)

(so uh)

(ill just)

(make a few of these just in case)

(it decides to eat the first few points again-)

They had no intentions on hiding what they had done, and they started to enjoy this free feeling they were experiencing. It became addicting.

They started to influence more heroes. Bigger heroes. People who they knew would be happy now that the commission was gone. There was no more commission. No more cruel manipulators to form so called “heroes” just to corrupt them in the end.

Hawks went on his own little journeys, his lifelong dream of being free to do whatever he wanted now was true, and he was ecstatic. 

Jeanist and Edgeshot, however, decided to have a little more “fun”...taking a trip down memory lane and visiting a very dear old school of theirs.

They showed up, the students, teachers and pro heroes to scared to really try and do anything against the two of them, they were very dear old friends!! Friends who also wielded two of the most dangerous quirks when in full use...and they silently started to agree with their words and luring into the villainous side.

This is where this au brings in other characters, and each have their own lil story to how they turn to villainy.

Heroes who had been used/betrayed by the commission before, started to become happy, and more willing to take their words into account.

It was disastrous.

Eventually, there were barely any heroes left and any heroes that were left very quickly went missing or became a target of villains- heroes either went into hiding or retired (to avoid getting targeted by former coworkers), or they became villains.

It didn’t take long for students to follow either, they had been told the harsh truth and many decided to take the new route that had presented itself.

So.

No more heroes.

The world was now simply a haven for villains, and newly turned villains who were now free to do whatever they wanted.

BUT ANYWAY

Let’s talk more about villain au edgejeanist :)

They both quite literally went insane.

Shinya was trained to suppress his memories of his traumatic past, and the way it affected his emotions. This affected his mindset after he snapped.

Tsunagu was trained to manage and suppress his emotional self, and keep his image pristine and untouched. This affected his mindset after he snapped.

So, Shinya became very hollow and empty. His memory was very messed up, and he latched onto things/places/people that were familiar (even if they had once been a bad type of familiar) because it was the one thing that could bring him back to his normal self and he could feel more alive. 

(an example is how he knows Tsunagu is his Biggest Familiar Person, and knows that when he’s with him he is safe, he is aware of everything, he has a full grasp on his memory and he feels back to normal almost.)

Tsunagu lost complete control over his emotions. He would lash out over things like he used to, or succumb to his other emotions. His mind was also too fully gone for him to care about his image anymore, but again, like Shinya, there were exceptions.

When he is around people he cares about, he will do anything to keep them safe. He becomes more rational, and returns to his usual self when around these people. His emotions calm down, and he can think clearly again.

They have their moments, but are forever stronger mentally when they’re together......but they’re also hellishly dangerous.

Tsunagu ABSOLUTELY CANNOT handle being called “crazy”

Call him “insane” or “mad” fine. But the word “crazy”? It launches him into a very strong meltdown, where the person who said such thing, most likely will not be walking away.

On the rare occasion where it makes him become unresponsive and upset however, you’ll be dealing with a very angry ninja. And again, will not be walking away alive.

If anything happens to either one of them, be prepared for death via angry partner - quite literally.

They get caught by police very often at first, but soon the police learns that its kinda no use to send simple officers after them bc....they never come back-

Tsunagu made Tsukauchi swear a sort of truce, where as long as they didn’t send anyone to their home while they were in it, they would not put up a fight. And pulling in a lot of blackmail and previous favours they had done as heroes, they managed to pull this off.

So their home was their safe space. And they could live relatively normally, as it was just the two of them like always.

They had their friends who were all villains now also, so hm :)

But

There was one time

Tsunagu got caught. Properly Caught. 

And it was a big deal as he was one of the reasons this all happened. And so he was put into Tartarus for questioning.

Shinya FREAKED out.

Why were they taking his Tsunagu away? Where were they taking him? What were they gonna do to him?? How. Dare. They take away his Tsunagu.

So....they didn’t get anything out of Tsunagu, no matter how hard they tried. Until one day, where he simply grinned at them and started talking to seemingly himself. muttering the words “Oh, I knew you’d come for me. I’ve been so so very scared without you.....”

And well, with that, Shinya popped up and made his presence very clear. Answering with a simply “Sorry for the wait~” 

And they broke out!!

Making it very clear that it wouldn’t be an easy task to simply imprison these two.

They were villains with the experience and knowledge of heroes, and the physical experience of trained assassins.

And many others were just as troublesome as they were.

Oh my goodness. That was so much longer than I had planned, I do apologise-

But Hey!!

That’s my villain au :)

#tw caps #bnha #eclair rambles a bit :) #eclair responds?! #edgeshot #best jeanist #hawks #edgejeanist #bestshot #shinya kamihara #tsunagu hakamada #keigo takami #story anon <3 #villain au #eclair's aus #i really hope that this posts okay #took me so so long i apologise for the wait!! #i also didnt mean to write this much #but uhhhh #i guess im back to my normal rambly self /lh #but yeah #:) #other characters and ships have theirown lil stories in this au #and each of them are very heheheheh #they are insane and they are in love #<3333

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

O P E WHAT??!!?!??!

OH N O 😳😳😳😳😳😬😬😭

MARJAN'S GOING OFF THE ROAD AGAIN!! GIRL YOU DO THIS TOO MUCH

Yk like crashing and getting hunted down by a madman XDD

Wait who is that girl??

:OO Is that like a young Marjan??

That would be crazy :DD

OOPE nice they know :DDD 😬😬

Ohhhh nooOOOO thiiissss does not look good 😬😬😬😬😳😳😭

OOOOPE OHHH NOO

Okay well she's leaning on that girl so I do think she's real xD

I saw a couple cars I think, maybe her family died?? Idk

U H O H O.O 😬😬😬😬😳😳😳

HE'S GOT A GUN O.O

Ohhhhh nooooooooo 😳😳😳😳

MARJANNNN 😭😭😭😭

I am s t r e s s e d :')))

That's it for the last of my last thoughts! Now it's time for the. . .

REVIEW

I absolutely LOVED this episode :DD!! I thought it was amazing :)). I'm really glad we got a call, too! We don't always get calls, at least not ones the 126 responds to, in episodes like this. I mean, they're all about to characters, but these ones are like. Especially character episodes lol. Anyway XD, the call was really cool :D!! And! Marjan's storyline!!! We got to see her and she was AWESOME 🥰🥰🥰!!! And don't even get me started on the Tarlos wedding planning storyline :D. But, you will have to lol, because:

Now it's time for the individual parts!

Quick note, everything is after "loved this episode :DD!!" is from Monday, the day before the next episode. I didn't mean to put it off so much but I had a fundraiser and a concert and then planning a play rehearsal for spring break because we perform in 9 days :). Anyway! I didn't liveblog quite as much as I sometimes do, because I was REALLY invested in the episode lol 🥰. And then I'd get behind trying to do it and couldn't always remember specifics. But rest assured I did love the whole thing, and I'll try to put as much here as I can (but it has been a week and also my motivation is still not great lol)

Sorry that's a bit long xD. Anyway!

Nancy, Mateo, Paul, and Judd! I'm including them all together to make this easier lol. I love them 🥰🥰🥰. Their conversation with TK and Carlos XD amazing lol. Oh, and they were all great at their jobs :))). I'm gonna especially point out Paul, not that he was better than the rest of them, but just bc he was the one we saw more of. He slayed :D. Anyway, them all eating together was just 🥰🥰. And Nancy (all of them really) being like "you better have gotten enough to share >://" XDD. Amazing lol. Also Mateo with the fruit xD. Like my man not the time lol. And of course I have to mention Judd talking about his father in law xD, and then ". . . we didn't speak for two years" XDDD. They're all crazy lol, but/and I love them so much <333.

Tommy! We didn't see her much this episode but she slayed :)). I'm just putting her separate from the others because they were grouped up a bit lol. But! Yeah, she was amazing at her job, as always :)). And ayy, she said the thing xD. "Control freak", I mean, lol. I think she was the only one who did, even though it was the whole theme xD. Anyway, I love her 🥰🥰🥰❤️.

Grace! Another person we didn't see much - I don't even think we physically saw her xD. Just the call lol. But, nonetheless, she slayed :)). She was great at her job 🥰. Even if we only saw it for that second xDD. It's unfortunate, but alas, it happens. I miss her, even if she was technically here, though lol. Hopefully we see her more soon <33! I love her :)) ❤️❤️🥰.

Owen! And Andrea xD. He was GREAT this episode lol. As was Andrea. I mean, definitely flawed, but they were hilarious XD. And they learned :'))). Eventually XDD. But seeing the way they (especially Owen since he was doing it for longer) were acting before they talked was just OUUGHH. It was rough my man xD. And some things he said were more bearable than others lol. But the conversation he had with Andrea was beautiful :'). And SO so angsty xdd. Mostly from Andrea/Carlos. So good though <33. And of course, the ending scene :')). Y'all stoppp 😭😭😭❤️. It was so sweet and beautiful :'D. I'm really glad they got it sorted out, because I do think Owen and Andrea are capable of helping without taking over lol. And also just bc I wanted them to sort it out xD. But it was really great :'). With Owen's personality still in there, like with the magazine and the tea xD. Honestly though I didn't really think of it being the last thing he would give TK/TK would need from him as being the reason, but it makes sense and it worked well! All in all I just think it all worked out really well :). Also the Andrea Godfather scene was SO AMAZING AND ICONIC LOL. I was losing my m i n d during that scene xD. And many others but I was straight up dying lol. Oh, also, Owen was great at his job :)). As was Andrea if we're assuming it's mother lol. But also Owen in that same way too :). Eventually, like I said xD, for both of them though lol. Anyway, yeah, I love them ❤️❤️❤️❤️🥰.

Marjan! AAAHHHHH MY GIRLLLL!! SHE SLAYED S O HARD :DDDDD!!! I'm so glad we got to see her again, and she was awesome too :D. I'm so glad she listened to her instincts (and Patty, who's an icon by the way) to help Kylie, and even after the failed plan she still did :'). Also somehow I missed her ditch it so I didn't think about this till someone mentioned it, and obviously it makes sense she did, BUT SHE BETTER GET THAT BIKE BACK xdd. She's driving a car in the promo but still like long term she better get it back lol. Anyway, I'm so glad both Marjan and Kylie are okay :D. That fight at the end was INTENSE, but it was a slay :D. And Marjan did find what she was looking for :')). Turns out she was right the whole time lol xD. But really, I think rescuing and saving people is her calling. And based on the promo and episode description, I think she realized that too :') 🥰. Speaking of, AAAAHHHHHHHH!!?!???! NOT OKAY xdd!!!! I'm sure it'll all work out, but it looks CRAZY. I'm still wondering who that little girl is, but I'm sure we'll find out! And I'm sure that, and the entire episode, will be interesting. Anyway you can just post bail for abuse xd? What the heck. I don't know if I want Marjan to have to go through the emotional stuff of killing him, but he better be done for good by the end of this xD. Even if thats just back in prison lol. Anyway, Marjan was amazing at her job - calling - today :')). I love her <3333 ❤️❤️.

TK and Carlos! AAAHHHHHH MY BOYYYYS 🥰🥰🥰. Their storyline was so hilarious this episode XD. And it also gave us SO MANY GOOD MOMENTS FOR THEM :DDDD!! The little communication they kept having, like their looks to each other in the scene when the first brought Andrea over; standing by each other when standing up to their parents (parent technically but yk); THE LUNCH SCENE!!! Iconic all around :'D. Also I think that lunch scene was better than we ever could have hoped for XD. It was so good lol. Not just funny with their conversation, but cute too :'DD, especially the beginning. Like y'all they switched 🥰🥰. It's totally fine to be together and not share food but like :DD. It's also so cute xD. Anyway, they're adorable 🥰🥰❤️. But yeah, I'm so glad they worked everything out with their parents :'D. It was lowkey torture watching them make decisions for their sons xD. As was intending, and it was hilarious, but still lol. Also painful xd. Anyway, yeah, seeing Tarlos just become more and more stressed about the decisions were making was funny, but also kind of 😭. These poor boys are going through it xd. Also CARLOS IS CAPABLE AND DECENT AND WILL TAKE CARE OF TK 😭😭😭😭😭😭❤️❤️!!! STOP I CAN'T DO THIS OWEN AAAHHHHHHH :'DDDDDD 😭🥰🥰!! Killed me lol. Like yk will take care of each other in a modern relationship kinda way not like a weird power dynamic lol :)). But, yeah <333. I loved all their little moments :')). And I just have to mention again the fact that Carlos didn't want to say anything but as soon as TK "snapped" he was right by his side - he loves his man <333. I just love them so much :'DDD 🥰🥰❤️.

Overall, I really enjoyed this episode! The call was cool, we got to see the 126 being amazing and adorable, and the two main storylines were AMAZING!! Also the way the Control Freaks theme translated over the plots was really cool :). Also I just love the parallel of an episode about Tarlos wedding planning being called Control Freaks, with TK calling Carlos a control freak and 3x04 and Carlos saying it in 3x05 :')). It was just sweet <33. And a bit funny xD. Anyway, I'm so glad Marjan managed to get Kylie out and Grant (that's his face right I just re-watched a bit to make sure I got Kylie's right lol) arrested :)). But I am definitely stressed for next episode 😬😬😬😳. I'm sure she'll be okay, but still xd. I mean. Probably. To be honest you never know with 9-1-1 or Lone Star XD. But I'm almost completely sure she will be lol - they wouldn't do that to us xd. I hope. Still, it looks intense o.o. It even looks like at some point he's pointing a gun at her in like a drain/sewer??? Wild o.o. And again, I'm excited and very interesting to see who the little girl is!! All in all it definitely looks great and I'm super excited for it :D. But with this episode, I'm glad everything worked out 🥰🥰🥰. I loved it so much :DDD!!

So yeah! I loved this episode, I thought it was absolutely amazing. I'm nervous for the next one! This has been my review of. . .

9-1-1: Lone Star, Season 4, Episode 8: Control Freaks

It was great! I'm definitely excited for the next episode, but scared too. I'll be back next week with my review of. . .

9-1-1: Lone Star, Season 4, Episode 9: Road Kill

See you then!

#9-1-1 lone star #911 lone star #oasis's 9-1-1 chatter #AYYYY thank goodness for my morning motivation xDD #got this done lol #but yes seriously I LOOOOVED this episode :DDDD #so good :))) ❤️❤️🥰 #I love you all :)))) ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️!!! #byeeee :DDD 🥰🥰🥰🥰 <333!!!!

[richardsphere]

RWBY Catchup Slogblog V8E10: The one in which Ironwood, actually has a point for once

“I dont give a DAMN about Jaques Schnee”  Cool, this is the first sensible thing i can remember this guy saying. ---- Bad news the cane is apparently the equivalent of a nuke. (this is bad news because nukes are one-time use items and now “on the table” as far as the narrative is concerned. This means the enemy can have the Scepter make a Cane and nuke things if they get the cane while bypassing the “one item at a time” restriction because, i dont need the old nuke after it went off). Also the existence of nuke-type weaponry in this story is just generally an uncomfortable level of powercreep. Even if it turns out to be a one-time use item that still means there is no way for the story to de-escalate back to a sensible scale. So Grimm in the inner city were vaperised, but the people who were carrying the bomb into the whales mouth are fine. (maybe the cane is like Ruby’s Eyes and only affects grimm?) Marrow asks a good question: which characters were still inside the whale? Quick headcount: Salem (immortal) Oscar (presumably alive, i dont think ozpin would make a nuke that destroys its wielder, if only because it would mean more fetchquests to return the nuke-cane) and Hazel certainly. Mercury and Tyrian are off to Vacuo so they’re safe. Watts and Cinder are prisonbreak-buddies Neo seems to have made it out just in time but was definitly in the blast radius. It feels like im missing someone? Wasnt there one more seat at Salems table at the castle? It just feels like im forgetting someone? so in summary: Nuked the enemy base, but it does nothing to affect the overall scores. ----- Team Badguy sucks at communication apparently. “she’s on a set path now”, thats weird, do the baddies know the location of the vault? as in have coordinates for its exact location within Atlas? It feels like the virus should only work if they had like verry specific instructions and im fairly certain that the exact location is like, super-duper-top-secret so its weird that they’d know it to the level needed to code a virus to go exactly there. (just think of the PeanutbutterSandwich test for ref.) Arthur sure likes dangling over ledges. Maybe this time they’ll actually get dropped. Arthur manages to rage her into sparing him somehow? I dont really buy her pulling him closer as a response in this scene, it feels weird for her to acknowledge he’s somewhat right about her. on a related note, wasnt she initially protrayed as this master manipulator playing Beacon for Fools and now she’s portrayed as a fire-themed brainless brute.  -------- Ah so we do only get the explanation about how the cane works after the cane gets used. I’ll be honest i thought it’d just been something i forgot about. (it stores kinetic energy.) Most of the power has been used but at least some remains. Gut feeling tells me the fact its charged by kinetic energy will be significant somehow (maybe ties in with Harriet Speedsemblance for a rapid mini-charge if she’s still on the road to defection) ------- Oh happy suprise, the subwaytunnel refugees arent dead yet. (reminder, this entire ordeal started with burrowing grimm so this is a legitimate suprise with how long the battle feels to have been going) also just now noticed the atlas flag-thing has a spear on it. ----- And James finally stops pretending he didnt snap years ago. Winter is clearly realising that oops turns out my surrogate Dad is about as trustworthy as OG dad. Neo is still Neo. Just noticed, Blake is still wearing the eyeshadow/eyeliner/mascara/some other form of eye-based makeup that I dont understand from the party she attended the day before the election. Have events really happened that much more quickly then i thought that she’d still be wearing that? And of course the show doesnt even have time to give the characters a reunion before it drops another gutpunch that i can barely feel with how numb and bruised i am from the plot. But at least Em’s on the good side now, that should technically count for some form of "win” on the heroes side.

#rwby

[lil-kissy]

Alright I know at this point I probably sound like a broken record but when it comes to threads and replies I'm pretty chill.

Sure quick replies are nice, it's great to be able to just keep on things going and sometimes can help maintain the interest and motivation plus at least for me my ADHD often craves that immediate serotonin boost that comes with seeing a reply so. So waiting is hard I won't deny it,

But that doesn't also mean I don't understand the myriad of reasons that exist and while just like waiting for a package to be delivered being patient isn't easy. I can and will wait till my partner is ready to continue, if ever you see me pop into your IMs I promise it's only out of curiosity as well as wanting to try of course wanting to try and keep some communication with you guys- and obviously even for those I don't necessarily expect an immediate response.

I try to ask before simply throwing an link to an old thread- in case the person already does have it saved and avoid feeling awkward but in either case whether you see me asking 'hey you need/want a link to thread' or I've sent a link to one of our threads that I know I personally wouldn't mind continuing I simply want people to know that there is no pressure to respond to it right away or even at all.

Consider it a personal interest checker and as well as a casual reminder- lord knows I've unintentionally become distracted and forgotten about threads (or talked with friends that hadn't realized or forgotten themselves that the ball was in their court now so to speak)

Of course as always that doesn't mean a reply is mandatory and if whatever the reason interest / motivation ect isn't there and would rather drop the thread as is that's cool.

While I'm more then happy to discuss and see if there's any spark left, any potential in resurrecting an old thread or seeing if there's anything to be used to spring board I don't want any one to think or take that as me trying to force a thread - I simply like at least trying to explore other angles and possibilities but it still doesn't mean we gotta.

-Bonus alternative is if there is still some mutual interest but are both at block on exactly what to do, that's when I'll just suggest shelving it and putting it on the back burner.

So it doesn't have to be completely dropped dead but also allowing for focusing on new things while letting it rest- and basically at that point if it'll either just fade away and die on its own as other stuff takes off or maybe we'll finally reach a break/ find the missing piece to get the gears moving again and boom off we go.

I've had both happen- sometimes even just a change of direction/plan helps,

example: Something that started out as a regular sick/hurt character thread/plot and let's say we came up with potential things to happen but oops a snag was hit on how to continue , maybe it's as simple as well what is Muse A's motivation for doing 'thing' or piecing together a okay why couldn't the do 'thing' or why be at 'place'

or from personal experience- there was a plan/idea but life happened and now we both don't remember what exactly it was, at best remember fragments of ideas but aren't sure of how they fit or what the bigger picture was.

But hey guess what "X just happened in Y thread so what if that connects to muse in Z..."

Does it always work nah and as always sometimes a thread is best left alone and dropped and that's A-okay. And heck just cause the thread itself is dropped doesn't mean we have to leave/drop whatever idea we were working with in it. Take it rework it, hell start the idea completely over, fresh slate with new ideas brought to the table.

Yeah okay so I don't always drop threads easily or like to totally give up on a plot/idea but I also will never try to force one to continue and am totally fine with letting them drop if need be.

--

tl;dr

At the end of the day I can wait as along as needed, just let me know if I actually should be waiting time to try something new and understand that if you ever seem me toss a link to a thread into your IMs / ask about any you want to continue,

Basically picture me holding up a game or a movie and asking if you're (still) interested in playing/watching it, and know whether to continue putting it on- be it now or later- or search for something else. That's it. Nothing more.

#psa #That's also why I usally try to preface a message with 'no rush' or something #Cause while I know all my partners are reasonable people and I'm sure would never assume I'm actually being pushy/demanding #I also no tone doesn't always come through and I'd rather avoid any potential misunderstanding #in that I am not asking/demanding you reply to this thing right now just wanted to remind you about #this thread cause it's been awhile/ am just curious as to if you're still interested or not and at this point it's more habit #long post #idk just in a rambling mood

[classickook]

you don't know him like i do | sherlock holmes

pairing: sherlock holmes x gn!reader

summary: you're sick and tired of constantly hearing insults thrown at sherlock about how he handles his emotions.

warnings: kissing, two dumb idiots in love!, (i tried to make the reader gender-neutral but please let me know if i missed anything).

word count: 1.4k

a/n: i recently started watching bbc sherlock and fell in love with the character (i know i'm like centuries late in starting the show oops) and really wanted to write something for it. ignore any inconsistencies or if the characters seem super ooc, i'm new at this lol.

you’d been at sherlock’s side for months now. ever since he solved a serial murder case that would’ve gotten you killed next, if he hadn’t figured it out just in time, you’d been practically attached to his hip ever since—helping him with cases as best you could, tidying up the flat and running quick errands, handing him his phone and reading his messages out loud to him (when he was perfectly capable of doing so himself, damn him). but you didn’t complain. in fact, you felt honored to be of any assistance to the spectacular sherlock holmes and john watson. you had fun in joining them—running through the city, chasing criminals, solving mysteries—it felt good, making yourself useful and doing something for the greater good. it was dangerous, yes, but you’d never experienced this much adventure in your life, and you couldn’t be in better company. so you were thankful to sherlock—to him saving you, and to him giving you this wonderful opportunity and friendship.

so, of course, you were irritated when others didn’t see sherlock the way you did; beyond frustrated that they hadn’t perceived his character how someone (you) who truly knew him would do so. it had taken you just under six months to develop a great friendship with sherlock, so how was it so difficult for his coworkers who had been working with him for years, relying on him for his genius to fix their problems and solve their worst cases, to appreciate him? it grated on your nerves and, frankly, you were over it.

it took one more snide remark from donovan, something about how emotionless and cold sherlock could be, that really put you over the edge. you snapped, to put it bluntly.

“he cares a great deal more than any of you will ever understand. you think he’s so cold? a machine, was it?” you ask, directing your glare at donovan. “you don’t see it, do you?” your gaze meets the others gathered in front of you—lestrade, anderson, mycroft, some familiar faces you’ve seen milling about scotland yard. you’re angry, fuming even, that nobody seems to appreciate sherlock the way you do. john, of course, and mrs. hudson and molly, sure, but it seems as though sherlock has barely a handful of people in his corner. after all he’s done, all he’s put himself through, to help those around him—solving cases, putting his life on the line, bringing forth justice—and he gets nothing in return but sneers and snide remarks.

“sure, he may process emotions differently than most of us,” you continue, “reacts in somewhat peculiar ways to the common eye, ways we may not understand. and because of this, you think he’s unlovable? unapproachable? inhuman? does that automatically give you all the right to criticize his every move and judge him regardless? i can guarantee that he cares more than any of you realize.” your cheeks feel damp and you become aware of the fact that you’re crying. normally, you would be embarrassed for being so vulnerable in such a public setting. especially your coworkers—if you can even call them that—of all people. but, truthfully, it’s about damn time someone put in any effort, show even an ounce of respect or sympathy toward sherlock. “he’s a great detective and an even better man,” you say, letting the tears flow freely. “but you just don’t realize that, do you? he is, without a doubt, the most incredible man i have ever met, and i consider it a privilege to know him. but you can’t accept that, can you? arseholes.”

john suddenly clears his throat next to you, pulling your attention toward him. he tilts his head off to the side, directing you to the tall figure standing in the corner, messy curls and popped collar making him immediately recognizable, to your dismay. you drop your head. now’s the time to feel embarrassed, you think to yourself. you never would’ve thought sherlock would walk in during your outburst and defense of his character. of course, you don’t regret it whatsoever, you meant every word you said. but for him to witness it? heat creeps up your neck and into your cheeks, and you pray that no one can tell how you’re reacting to his sudden presence, but you know it’s useless.

sherlock approaches your accusation circle, everyone quickly pulling back and making room for the consulting detective, gazes flitting from one person to the next. sherlock pays them no mind, his footsteps quick and sure, until he’s standing right in front of you. your eyes are glued to his scarf when a nimble finger tilts your chin upward, and you’re staring into sherlock’s blue gaze. oceanlike, you think. pretty.

you’re surprised when he presses his thumb to your cheek, collecting a fallen tear and staring oddly at the wetness coating his fingertip. his blue eyes are curious and inquisitive beneath furrowed brows. always the detective, you bemuse to yourself. always looking for clues. suddenly, that look disappears and he’s looking at you thoughtfully, the creases around his eyes softening. “don’t waste these on me, my dear,” he says, voice deep yet gentle.

your heart pounds beneath your ribcage at the term of endearment. it was meant to be endearing, right? you panic internally. what if you’re connecting dots that aren’t even there and jumping to conclusions, just to make an even bigger fool of yourself. certainly, at this point, everyone is sure to know how you feel about the detective. if your sudden outburst wasn’t enough, you probably have hearts in your eyes now.

a grin stretches across sherlock’s face and you know that your reaction hasn’t gone unnoticed by him. typical. can’t hide anything from the man, you think sourly.

“while i certainly appreciate you defending my character,” he begins, “there’s no need to fret and most definitely no need to cry. not over me,” he says the last bit with an ounce of remorse in his tone. your heart cracks, knowing how hard he is on himself, how judgmental he is even of his own character, let alone how others respond to his peculiarities.

his large palm rests against your cheek and then adjusts slightly, just enough to cup the back of your neck securely, intimately. you feel safe in his hands—hands that are strong enough to pull the trigger of a gun, yet gentle enough to pluck the strings of his violin.

sherlock isn’t usually handsy, per se. you start to wonder why the sudden display of—affection, is it?—when he leans forward and presses his lips to yours. his lips are slightly chapped from the brisk winter air but they’re soft and warm against yours. never in a million years, although you certainly dreamt it, would you have thought you’d be kissing sherlock holmes—the world’s best (and only) consulting detective, and your greatest friend. he’s holding you so securely, tilting your head a fraction to deepen the kiss, tongue meeting yours until you’re practically making out in a scotland yard conference room with an audience, but you couldn’t care less at this point.

sherlock pulls away and you unconsciously follow his lips with the movement, not wanting to stop just yet. god, you could kiss him for hours, you think unabashedly. you vaguely hear gagging noises coming from anderson, but you tune him out, your full focus directed at the man in front of you. the unruly curls atop his head have become even messier, if possible, and his cheeks are flushed and his ears are red. it’s so endearing to see him like this, you feel a laugh bubble up inside you.

“what?” he asks, a tinge of self-consciousness creeping into his tone, and his hands slowly fall from your neck to rest on your shoulders. “why are you laughing? normally in a situation like this, the other party wouldn’t be laughing, correct? or am i doing something wrong? i haven’t received complaints in the past, although there was this one time—”

you tug on the lapels of his jacket and pull sherlock in for another kiss, cutting off his rambling spree as his arms wrap tightly around your waist. “i like you, idiot,” you mutter against his lips.

sherlock's breath catches slightly, just barely noticeable, but then a peculiar glint reaches his eyes. “i suppose i am expected to say that i like you, too?” he teases.

you gasp in mock hurt and the two of you erupt in a fit of laughter, the air around you bubbly and light. his laughter dies down but he's still smiling at you. “i do like you,” he says, earnestly, “truly. i adore you, my dear.”

your audience had departed from the conference room just moments earlier to allow for some…privacy, with john shaking his head at you two in amusement as he closed the door on his way out. “about damn time.”

#sherlock holmes x you #sherlock holmes x reader #sherlock x you #sherlock x reader #sherlock holmes x y/n #sherlock x y/n #bbc sherlock #sherlock holmes fic #sherlock holmes fanfic #sherlock holmes fanfiction #sherlock holmes imagine #sherlock fic #sherlock fanfic #sherlock fanfiction #sherlock imagine #benedict cumberbatch

[delicrieux]

☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 13: ...O-OH?

it’s the night of the big stream. y/n uncovers a strange, albeit deep, bond with charlie. corpse interrupts her garden date with sykkuno quite unceremoniously. tensions are high as ever; proximity chat reveals internal monologues and stray thoughts. y/n’s “batshit insane” energy affects everyone. this is, quite literally, the best game of among us bretman has ever played.

─── corpse husband x reader, sykkuno x reader (if you squint, it’s very one sided)  ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 6.1k oops ─── ❥ reqs: sum people requested some interaction w bretman + jealous corpse + flirty sykkuno

author’s note: guys....GUYS WE’RE ON THE 3RD “OH” hope ur excited cus i am!!! this was rly fun to write, but then again, everything is better than writing an essay lmao! this is extremely chaotic and a bit seggsy but like a minuscule bit u wont even notice it i swear xx there’s not much social media in this one, mostly written lol. as always lmk wat u think n thank u for all ur kind words n sooo manyyyy ideassss!!! love u lots

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It’s happening, you think, picking the discreet, angelic white color for your astronaut - with a halo and all, truly, you are a seraph that stepped through the gates of heaven and descended onto earth to grace these morals with your presence...quite literally, you’re not only donning white in game, but also in real life, cute as a button or more like as a bunny. Cat girls are overrated - cat boys, on the other hand, you’ll ardently defend till your last breath - but bunny girls...Safe to say, your chat had been going feral. Your endless ego is fed well. You even swore on your heart that no devilish trickery would follow in this game - you had left your snake ways behind you.

No one believed you. The Roaches know you too fucking well.

The influx of new subs, however, do not. Look at this cute girl! She wouldn’t hurt a fly! You chuckle at the compliments. At the exact same moment, Rae pipes up on the discord call, “Y/n is leering and cackling evilly. No one trust her.”

Demon woman herself must be watching your stream before starting her own. You pout, all adorable and innocent, but your eyes gleam slyly. Truly, a mastermind of manipulation! Look at you go! The chat is swooning. The viewer number steadily climbs past 16K and you hum happily, welcoming all that decided to join your little clan, “Don’t listen to Rae. Wifey is mad because I said I’m not bringing her back a souvenir. Well guess what, bitch, I’m the gift.”

Your perfect image does not quite align with your tone, nor the affectionate nickname you call your roommate (bitch, not wifey). The new viewers are none the wiser though, just like your new stream mates.

There is laughter from people you don’t quite know. The lobby is almost full, but not everyone has trickled in yet.

“Filing divorce papers right now.” Rae mumbles, but you hear the smile in her voice. It makes you crack a grin, too. 

More hello’s and shy introductions to the people in the lobby. Sykkuno’s green astronaut pops in with a upbeat, “Hey, everyone! Hi, Y/n!” as his character circles around yours. A collective awww echoes in your stream chat as you, quite breathless at the wholesomeness, reply with a “Hi! Hi hi!” as well.

Corpse is next to join, mysteriously ominous. The discord call is pure chaos, everyone screaming over the other variations of his name while stressing different syllables. Silent as a grave, he just stands there, his black astronaut seemingly eyeing everyone in the lobby. 

Alas, when the noise dies down, he utters, “Whaddup, baby.” and it’s pandemonium all over again. You are screeching/laughing along with the rest. His astronaut swiftly glides to Sykkuno, still circling around you, “Hey, Sykkuno.” He says. The latter abruptly stops. The game hasn’t even started, and already - betrayal! Sykkuno starts circling around Corpse now, leaving you in the dust.

“Hey, dude!”

“Yo,” You interrupt, “I’m like here too, yeah?”

“Fight, fight, fight!” Pokimane jeers. You can’t see her, but you’re certain she’s pumping her fists in the air. 

“Let’s leave the bloodshed for the game, yeah?” Dream offers past her laugh ridden urging.

“No, fuck that, let’s start this shit right now,” Charlie declares - his monotone is strangely pleasant to the ear, and you lean back in your chair with a thoughtful hum. Something about his energy just clicks with yours instantly, but perhaps you’re judging too quickly- “Got my fucking knife ready to slit some throats. You can all pretend you aren’t ready to kill on sight, but that’s not me. I’ll teabag your dead fucking body.”

-yeah, no, your initial estimate had been correct! What a pleasant surprise, you feel like you and he will get along beautifully. 

“Way to be subtle, Charles.” Rae snorts.

“Subtle doesn’t make an interesting game, Rae,” He’s quick to bite back, “and if I’m Impostor, you bet your fucking ass I’m going after you first.”

“Noooooo!” She shrieks, rushing to your astronaut, which is still just standing there, abandoned, like the equivalent of that one emoji, “Y/n, protect me.”

“Of course, baby.” You purr. 

There’s mumbling in the discord call, though it’s barely audible. Corpse seems to be repeating the word to himself: Baby...Baby?...Baby...

“You’re gonna stab me in the back the first chance you get, won’t you?” She questions, already painfully aware of the answer.

“You know it!”

“Finally, someone that’s not fucking cowering in their boots and flaunting their real nature.” Charlie says, “Y/n, form a Big Dick Alliance with me.”

“Oh for sure, man.” You agree immediately, trailing to his in game figure, “Let’s show these virgins how it’s done.”

“This is going to be a mess, isn’t it?” Sean’s voice rings with a cheerful laugh, making you flustered. Yes, you’re actually playing with THE JacksepticeyeTM. You still haven’t fully wrapped your head around that part, “I’m very excited to see where this will go.”

“Nowhere good.” You say with unparalleled sincerity - every word you speak to him, the icon, the legend, the one of the few youtubers you actually actively follow, must be genuine. You doubt you can lie to him. He’s too good of a person. You admire him too much. Stuck between wanting to be a shady bitch and an absolute saint, you refrain from addressing him more - you are simply not worthy.

its the y/n trying to act like a normal person in front of jack for me

ikr she looks ready to join the monastery

each day we stray closer to gods light???

Your viewers are snide as always. Gosh, you love them.

The last player pops in, fashionably late, “Hey, y’all.”

“Hey, Bretman!” The call choruses somewhat harmoniously.

“Hi, daddy.” He’s speaking to Corpse now, a smile in his voice - you can hear it even past the static of his atrocious mic. Your eyes widen, eyebrows shooting up. Your friends are cackling, but confusion refrains you from doing the same - were you not the only one Corpse offered, seemingly so long ago!, to be his sugar baby? 

One betrayal after the other. You’re glad for the Big Dick Alliance. The name has a nice right to it, too. 

Corpse laughs, “...Hey, Bretman. How are you today?”

Damn, two sentences for him, but not even a word spoken to you!? You’re already scripting a very melodramatic paragraph you will text him after the stream. With poorly masked discontent, you mutter, “Wow, thanks for such a warm welcome, Corpse, my day’s going great, yeah, loving the company.”

“Now now miss girl,” Bretman chimes, “we can’t be all daddy’s favorite.”

“Careful,” Charlie drones, “I think you just got yourself onto Y/n’s shit list.”

“Right next to Corpse Husband and Valkyrae.” You agree, “Sykkuno!” You suddenly call him.

“Uhm-Uh-Yes?” Is his nervous reply.

“You’re safe.” You state coldly, “For now.”

“You are not going after Sykkuno on my watch.” It must be a belated holiday miracle because Corpse finally decides to address you. His words seem to awake something in him, “Hey-Hey-Hey-” He swiftly glides to you, standing right next to your minute virtuous angel, “When are you coming back to Cali?”

corpse stop acting weird challenge

literally omg lmao

he does bring up a good point y/n y u not in cali yet?!

^pack it up corpse simp he disrespected the queen when he didnt say hi

“Back off, buddy,” Charlie interjects, “this spot is for Big Dick Alliance members only.”

“I’m never returning.” You inform him, your voice cold like the Arctic snow, and the look in your eyes is no kinder. You feel like you’re having a stare down through screen. 

Silence stretches. Is this an intimidation tactic? Because if it is, it’s a paltry one. Your conviction to be petty is stronger than any vulnerability you might feel.

“Then I have nothing to say to you.” He admits and fucks right off with that. Fine, go join Sykkuno and Rae in their little corner of betrayal! Friendship ended with Corpse, now Charlie is your best friend.

“Okay, guys, guys, guys-” Toast, noting this is going to spiral any minute now, tries to catch their attention, “Let’s start?!”

You look into your camera, and the roaches know what you’re thinking. You’re twins like that, communicating telepathically. You are taking back your tender promise of not being a conniving bastard. It’s fucking on. You will destroy everyone in your path, starting with the guy you have a stupid crush on - maybe?! Feelings are confusing, you’d rather just not think point blank period.

With no objections from the cast, the counter ticks away seconds and, for the first round, you’re stuck as CREW MATE.

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Charlie is a gift. Truly, you had not expected such a sudden, wonderful relationship to bloom. How have you not known of him sooner?! It’s a crime that you hadn’t spoken to him earlier. You are a 100% certain if you had found him before you started streaming, he would’ve been a big inspiration. 

The two of you do your silly little tasks and curse like sailors, commenting about this and that thanks to proximity chat. You wouldn’t have been able to stand the claustrophobic silence if it was just a normal Among Us game - to think, missing out on all his foully worded quips! It almost springs a tear into your eye. He’s just as unhinged as you.

worried about this dynamic 

its a trainwreck lol i love it plz collab more plz

Caught in a headed discussion in Electrical - TikTok trends, or audios specifically - you defend the app the best you can. Charlie thinks it’s super cringe, and you insist it’s part of the charm as you connect wires.

“I mean, have...-do you know that one audio, the one that goes, like,” You’re spilling your words, heated, frustrated that he’s so dismissive of the app that literally saved 2020, “it goes like, uhm,” You clear your throat, prep your voice - even take a sip of your favorite drink. Drawing the syllables, you try your best to make it drop an octave - it must sound like you’re doing an atrociously bad and nauseatingly scratchy Corpse impression with an extra dramatic flair, “My assssssss, your cockkk, you do the mathhh.”

“Did-Did I just-” You freeze hearing Corpse’s voice, finally done with your task. Charlie is muffling his laughter behind his palm; Corpse’s astronaut stands in the doorway, “What the fuck did I just walk into?” He seems genuinely confused, though a strangely winded. You’re mortified. Your shoulders are shaking. You look at the stream chat but it’s going too fast for you to follow. Manic laughter bubbles in your chest and you squeeze your eyes shut, mouth split into a toothy grin, lowering your head and trying to hide the blush dusting your cheeks.

“Hey? Guys? What the fuck are you talking about?” He questions again.

“Honestly?” Charlie chimes, “No fucking clue. TikTok, I think. Ask Y/n.”

You can’t reply. You’re crying. You cover your face with your palms, muttering a soft oh my god before bursting into a full blow laugh, throwing your head back, the motion accidentally knocking your headphones off.

“Y/n.” Corpse calls you, “Fuck was that?”

You’re howling. Your stomach hurts. There are literal tears in your eyes. You think Charlie might be laughing too, but you can’t really tell over your loud screeching. Hastily fixing your headphones, you wipe away the tears stuck to your lower lashes, heaving, “S-Sorry, I-” You stutter, breaking into another fit of giggles. Corpse patiently waits you to calm down. Catching your breath, you start again with a sniffle, “TikTok, yeah.” You idly fix your hair, trying to bite down a smile, “It’s an audio.”

“What- What kind of videos are you watching?”

“The good kind.” Your reply is instant, merciless, “Also, why are you here? We’re having a BDA meeting, you know.”

“I-I...” He trails off, “I...I heard people talking and...I just came here to check it out, but...I’m regretting it.” There’s a lilt in his voice, and you know he doesn’t regret jack shit. You bet he’s smiling. You wish you could see it.

“Bitch, then leave!” You huff. You aren’t sure what is with him today, and you don’t want to stick around and find out - his playfulness makes your stomach flip at the most inappropriate times! Like when you’re trying to sound threatening. You must retreat posthaste, “No, wait, I’ll do it for you.” You say, brushing past his character. Charlie follows after you.

“Dude, you’re so fucking lucky neither of us are the Impostor because you’d be deader than I’ve been feeling since I was 10.” Your favorite companion comments. Charlie is truly a modern wordsmith. You’re pretty sure you adore him, because you’re nodding your head, so quick to agree with him that even you’re surprised. 

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A meeting is called. You spare a glance at your fallen crew mates. They will be missed. Sean most of all, God, why does heaven always take the good ones?! The game feels emptier without him, even if you really only passed him once on your trek to Cafeteria with Charlie.

You may or may not have been avoiding him, afraid you’d accidentally say something horrible and he would hate you. It’s a silly fear, though a deep one. And with Charlie keeping you company, you had not uttered a single objectively  good, or even coherent, sentence. Your parents can’t watch this stream once it’s uploaded onto your Youtube channel. They know you’re barely keeping it together in most of your videos, but here, now? Yeah, no. Charlie is already hard to listen to on his own for sensitive viewers, and hearing you agree with literally everything he says with your own chaotic ideas? Your dad would stumble into an early grave.

Mom probably wouldn’t mind too much, but you’d have to explain your relationship status again. She is under the assumption that everyone you collab with is your significant other. You’d say it began with Sykkuno, though the exclamation of “Finally! My daughter isn’t pathetically single! We need to celebrate.” had started with Rae. Truly, a scandal.

Speaking of which, Sykkuno is gone, too, but you had time to mourn him already. You found his body roughly ten minutes ago; so torn with the fresh agony of heartbreak, you could not do anything else but cry. It was Charlie, bless his heart, that reported it.

“Someone killed Jack,” You say, voice dripping with venom, “court is now in session. I’m ready to vote the fucker out.”

People speak all at once. Toast roars over them, “ORDER! ODER IN COURT!” as he slams his hand onto his desk repeatedly. That seems to work, though briefly.

“I think it’s Y/n.” Corpse says. You stare at him, hand gripping your heart, mouth falling open in surprise.

flame him

corpse boutta be a corpse fr

beat his ass queen!!!!!

“Pardon my french,” You grumble, “but nani the fuck?!”

“It’s definitely Y/n, I found her and Charlie conspiring in Electrical. Surrealist experience of my fucking life, but it’s definitely her.”

“Dude, we’ve been over this,” Charlie sighs, shushing Rae who was about to comment something - knowing your luck, it was probably in favor of the man throwing you under the bus, “we would’ve snapped your fucking neck the moment you walked in. But we didn’t.”

“Yeah, we didn’t.” Corpse notes, “I said nothing about you, I’m just saying it’s definitely her. She probably didn’t kill in front of you because of your stupid alliance-”

“Someone sounds salty because he wasn’t invited.” Pokimane snickers.

“-or possibly she did tell you and you won’t betray her for the exact same reason.”

“That’s some big brain logic you pulled there, genius,” Charlie says, absolutely unimpressed, “sure you didn’t have an aneurysm trying to connect all of that together?”

“Well,” Rae pipes up, “Y/n and Charlie did say they will kill right before the game started. If you ask me, it’s not unbelievable. And Sykkuno was sorta on the shit list.”

“I’m writing down your name twice, Rachell.” You spit.

“Not helping your case at all, Y/n...” Dream worries, “And Rae makes a good point. Charlie and you have professed desire for murder. I’m just saying! It’s a bit suspicious, you know?”

The next words to leave Corpse’s lips sound incredibly smug, “See?” He drawls.  The pressure is getting to you - you don’t understand where this beguiling talent of his to convince literally everyone comes from, but it doesn’t inspire any confidence. Your fist suddenly feels incredibly lonely, so useless - oh, how you long to swing at him, “It’s definitely Y/n.”

“I dunno...” Toast mumbles.

“It’s Y/n.”

“Corpse-” You try, but he's ignoring you - shocker, as if he hadn’t been doing that from the very start of this stupid game - and chanting your name like it’s a fucking mantra or something, a smile in his voice, knowing, relishing in the fact that he’s grating on your nerves, “FIRST OF ALL,” You scream into the mic, successfully cutting him off; catching your breath, you exhale, and continue, calmly, lowly,  “get my pretty name out of your mouth.” 

There’s a pause full of tense silence. 

Then, there’s a sound, seemingly stuck in the back of his throat, “...O-Oh...?”

“Second of all,” You continue, words like honey dipped in arsenic, “This is the clearest smear campaign I have ever witnessed. By how hard you’re trying to frame me for fuck knows what reason, I’m led to believe it’s you that killed them. You’re the Impostor.”

“Corpse wouldn’t kill Sykkuno, though.” Rae comments, skeptical.

“Then the other Impostor did it.” You counter.

“Maybe you’re both Impostors.” Pokimane chirps.

“Y/n would never betray the Big Dick Alliance like that.” Charlie states.

You grin, “Charlie, I literally love you.” 

“Wait hold up now,” Corpse seems to get his bearings together, “what’s this about love I’m hearing?”

“I have none for you, dick.” You snap, flipping him off. Your chat cheers. While he can’t see it, you hope he senses it through the screen, “I officially hate you.”

“No, wait-”

“Boo, Corpse, you suck.” Toast laughs.

“Y/n, please-”

“Let’s all vote for Corpse Husband, okay?” You say it like it’s his full official name with an encouraging smile and multiple soft nods. Sykkuno can’t be here to nod, so you’ll do it for him. You eye the rapidly decreasing timer before clicking on Corpse’s figure and voting for him. The VOTED icon instantly pops up beside your adorable astronaut.

“Baby, I-” It slips past his lips so easily, as if he’s not even thinking about it, like it’s only natural to call you that and a spike of anxiety shoots up, making you glare. It’s only halfhearted. You try your best to ignore the rapid and uncoordinated pulses of your heart. Replace unwanted feelings with anger and hate - works like a charm, every time.

“You are not allowed to call me that.” You hiss. The chat spams snake emojis. 

“Wait-” Bretman chimes, “Hold up, y’all, slow down a minute. Why does Corpse never call me baby?”

“Yeah!” Pokimane agrees, “I want to be baby, too!”

Pokimane may not have been called baby, but you just single-handedly decided her nickname for her - Target 4. Welcome to the shit list, she is officially your public enemy number 1. You aren’t sure why the thought of Corpse ever referring to anyone else as baby makes you sick to your stomach (you actually do know why, but brain no think at the moment), but you wish this whole conversation never happened. You don’t like it.

20 seconds left. More VOTED icons appear by your friends. Corpse is the last one to cast his ballot at, you assume, you, as the rest wait for his quick explanation before everyone (or not) returns to the game, “...Because she’s my baby.”

Goodbye. Life had been sweet, and there was sorrow, though the amount of embarrassment you feel now is worse than when the internet found your cringe worthy high school pictures on your mom’s Facebook. It’s a mixture of dread and excitement - the pleasure of being noticed, cherished even, though anxious from vulnerability. Someone is screaming a very prolonged “WHAAAAT?!”, or maybe multiple people are, you aren’t sure, your ears start to hurt from the loud, conflicting cacophony of voices as you stare blankly at the screen. You received two votes, just like Corpse, Charlie got one, the rest skipped. With no one flung out, you all find yourself back in Cafeteria again.

Baby. My baby? My baby. My baby. The sentence is playing ping-pong in your mind, reverberating louder each time. You’re actually speechless for the first time in your life; your chest hurts, your heart beating so fast your hands start shaking. Had he meant it? Or was this a some joke? Was he trying to get a rise out of you again? You might just go insane from so many questions. My baby. Holy shit, this is a heart attack, this is what a heart attack feels like, dear God, you figured you at least had ten years before you get one!

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First round ends with IMPOSTORS raining victorious. Your sixth sense had been working wonders since, true to you previous estimate, it had been Corpse. His companion was Pokimane. For absolutely no reason what’s so ever, you change her name once more from Target 4 to Target 1. Normally, you’re all for girls supporting girls. Men don’t deserve anything, really, but now you’re so flustered and still reeling from what you are 80% sure was cardiac arrest that you genuinely don’t care about your established morals.

Round two starts without much deliberation. You get CREW MATE again; the game must sense your growing bloodlust, making sure that once you do get IMPOSTOR, you will not hold back. True power is granted to those who are ready and strong enough to wield it. You wait for your moment with bated breath.

Charlie is taken from you too early. The two of you were once again caught in a discussion - God knows about what, Minecraft, hentai, oh! your server! - as you tried to card swipe for the umpteenth time. The lights blew out and you just knew one of you was getting murdered there and then. Charlie’s voice abruptly cut off, and you think a part of you died with him.

It’s a cold meeting; with your new best friend being the first to go, everyone decides to skip. You proclaim you seek vengeance. When the meeting comes to an end, Sykkuno is the first to offer his condolences.

“I’m sorry, Y/n.” He says, and while he’s not in Brooklyn, you somehow feel him patting your back. You feign a sniffle.

“There’s nothing to apologize for...” You murmur sadly, “Unless...” Your voice turns sharp as the knife that was surely twisted into Charlie’s back, “It was you?”

“NO!” He exclaims, “I would never-you gotta believe me! I would never kill him. I know he’s important to you. I wouldn’t do that, I swear.”

“He was like a brother to me.” You admit, solemn, “Charlie, if you’re haunting me right now, know I will avenge you. I will not let this go.”

Sykkuno hums, circling around you, “Hey, I have a task in Greenhouse. Would you, uh--Would like to, uhm, join me?” Despite the shaky start, he finishes on a firm, pleasant note. He’s trying to cheer you up. Having lost your closest friend, he’s offering you his company. You accept with a soft smile and a cute “Yes, please!” and he releases an airy little laugh. The two of you make your way to your favorite place in map MIRA.

It’s difficult to stay sad for long when Sykkuno’s so sweet; the atmosphere of the Greenhouse is strangely calming; your problems seem to be left behind the shut doors. If you tried hard enough, you could imagine being in an actual Greenhouse - the warm, damp air clinging to your skin, the unmistakable smell of earth and vegetation, the pleasant silence broken only by yours and his hushed voices and clumsy footsteps.

The two of you are talking. Mainly about your choice of attire. Cat first, Sykkuno ponders aloud, doing his task as you watch the plants grow, now bunny, what’s next? You affirm that you will most likely dress up in cow-print next, or as an adorable sheep. He laughs, admitting you’ll look good in anything before he trails off. His awkwardness is really endearing. 

“Or!” You chirp happily, content with being locked away with him for the whole game. The idea must be playing in his mind, too, because he seems in no rush to leave, “I could, like, dress as someone from My Hero Academia. I watched the stream you did with Stella, the one where she made you look like Todoroki. It was really cute. You were really cute.”

“Oh, uhm-well, uh, thank you, thanks, I, uhm-” He clears his throat, and despite his stutter, you hear the smile in his voice, “I-I think you’d look better, though. Not as Todoroki. Or, probably as Todoroki, too. But, uhm, what character are you thinking about?”

“Maybe Momo?”

“Momo!” He yeps, “Momo is good. Yeah, she’s great. You’ll-uhm-you’ll look amazing. Really. Momo is awesome. Very pretty. Just like you.”

You are blushing. A stupid, toothy grin makes your cheeks hurt. Your eyes flicker to the chat, but again, it’s going wild. Giggling, you thank him for his sweet words, so giddy it’s honestly embarrassing. Why can’t you stop smiling? This is incriminating. You hide your lips behind your palm.

“...What’s this?” Corpse question. You had failed to note his sudden appearance, too busy gushing. “Am I interrupting?”

“Hey, Corpse!” Sykkuno greets. For someone so awkward and shy, he sure is good at hiding it when he wants to. Perhaps it’s all an act and you had been deviously tricked! Probably not, but you can’t help but narrow your eyes suspiciously, finally able to calm down. You definitely underestimated him, you just haven’t figured out how yet, “Not really! Y/n was sad Charlie died so I took her here.”

“You interrupted our date, dipshit.” You deadpan. 

“...Fuck you say?” Corpse dares, his voice low and somewhat menacing - for someone who exclusively portrays his emotions through only his voice, he’s incredibly hard to read. This is payback. Your love for wreaking havoc resurfaces suddenly. Serves him right for pulling all this ignoring shit at the start. Maybe you’ll make him say oh again.

Your sly smirk is promptly wiped. Fuck. He said oh, he literally said oh out loud. The Teruhashi fangirl in you is screaming. You had been so caught up in defending yourself you didn’t even register it at first. Alarmed, you look at the camera, then at the chat. First oh, then my baby. There’s no way he had been teasing you, and this proves it. Holy shit. You mouth the words “HE SAID OH!” for your audience only.

now she notices

snail pace baby we’ve been loosing our shit for the past hour 

corpse x y/n saikik au enemies to lovers 500k words slow burn im here for it

opening wattpad rn^

Your heart races in your chest - it might be considered an Olympic medalist at this point; flustered yet again, you wish you could cave into yourself. You should’ve brought your bright blue wig with you to Brooklyn. Turns out it would have been perfect for this stream. Yes, yes thinking about unnecessary details always works in distracting you from the butterflies throwing a fucking rave in your stomach. 

“I guess it is a date!” Sykkuno admits, “Kinda after a funeral, but still.”

Corpse hums. You’re still too stunned to say anything. The black astronaut with adorable cat ears approaches Sykkuno. 

“It’s not.” He states. Your mouth falls open in shock as your date, your companion, the Shoto to your Momo is murdered in cold blood right in front of you. His lifeless body, cut in half, lays on the tiles by the growing flowers, right beside you, “You didn’t see shit.”

“...I didn’t see shit.” Is all you can utter, breathless and terrified.

“Thaaaat’s fucking right, baby.” Corpse coos, “Now I’m gonna report it, and I’ll say we found Sykkuno together. Better stick close to me after the meeting, got it?”

If Sykkuno is Shoto, then Corpse is definitely Dabi. 

why is that kinda hot tho omg

didn’t know i needed dom corpse since now but i do

y/n looks like shes boutta throw up lmao 

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You follow him around like a lost puppy - because what else is left for you to do!? You’re helpless in this situation. He’s got you in the palm of his hand, successfully eliminating everyone you had previously interacted with. First it was Charlie, then Sykkuno, even Sean, who said hello in passing, was shot instantly. Real Sangwoo behavior. You almost want to scream warnings at everyone to not approach you. You cannot mourn another lost crew mate, you don’t think your conscience can take it. But words fail to form. You’re too weak. You fake cry to your audience. They’re quick to remind you to stop acting like a little bitch.

“Mean.” Is all you say, eyeing the comments.

“Hm?”

“Was talking to the roaches.”

“What are they saying?”

“That I should betray you.”

“...Better not.”

A shiver shoots up your spine and you half believe he will bust down your door and drag you into his basement for real. A nervous laugh slips past your lips, “I won’t, I won’t.” You reassure him, “Don’t worry, I’m sticking with you. I haven’t seen shit.”

“I like that you listen to me. You always this agreeable?”

“You’re kinda not giving me a choice right now.” You grumble, vending yourself a drink while he looms behind you, protecting you. From who?! Himself?!

“Oh my fucking God, finally,” Bretman exclaims, “girl, I’ve been running around the whole map trynna find someone, is everyone like, dead?”

You’re scared to reply. Corpse does it for you, “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, maybe? Not sure. Where have you been?”

“Oh you know,” Bretman grins, “doing tasks, talking shit, the usual. You two are not, like, Impostors right?”

You shoot a look at Corpse, but he obviously can’t see it. Biting your lip, you murmur, “Nope.”

“Just your regular crew mates doing regular crew mate things.” Corpse says, no, purrs. Because that’s not suspicious at all. You’d recommend Bretman to run, and not only because that sounded shady as fuck. But he seems to enjoy danger, or he just doesn’t care.

“Hmmmm, crew mates, sure. Miss girl Y/n,” He’s addressing you now; you smile anxiously, “How come every time I see you, you’re with a different man?! Like damn, leave some for the rest of us, for real!”

You like Bretman. You like his high-pitched whine and drawl. You would like him even more if not for the complex situation at hand. You fear for his life. Chewing at your bottom lip, you snicker, “Sorry, Bret. I can leave you Corpse if you want?”

He laughs, “Girl, I’d say yes so fucking quick, but I know he wouldn’t want that. Normally I wouldn’t care, but y’all are such a cute couple it’s making me not want to be a shady motherfucking bitch. Changing my ways, embracing the lord. Love it.”

 Corpse doesn’t correct him that you are, in fact, not dating. His lack of reaction unnerves you slightly. Does he...? No! No think! Only exist! You catch that train of thought and steer it away from forbidden territory. Looks like it’s up to you to clear the air, and that is exactly what you do after trying to swallow down the lump in your throat, “Uh, we’re not together, actually. We’re just really good friends.”

“Bitch, then move over,” Bretman says snappily,”go like, back to your other boyfriends. Or find another one. I think I saw Dream near Navigation.”

“Near Navigation, huh?” Corpse hums thoughtfully. It’s a subtle warning, but you catch it. Yeah, even if you try running, Dream’s going to join your other ‘boyfriends’ in the afterlife. Granted, killing someone by just talking with them is kind of cool. Or maybe Stockholm Syndrome is finally kicking in, “Bret, the thing is, Y/n’s scared of dying, so she asked me to stay with her.”

It’s disturbing how good at lying he is. It is also really really attractive, as bizarre as that is.

y/n stop being in a toxic relationship with corpse challenge

making fanart of this omg her face

its the blushing for me girl get your head outta the gutter!

^she cant, it lives there

“Baby, you’re gonna fucking die if you stick with her,” Bretman points out, “have you noticed the mortality rate of her partners? Rest in peace, daddy.”

“He’s right, you know.” You mutter, dramatically looking to the side, “I’m no good, Corpse.”

“Not leaving you, end of discussion. Bretman, join us?” Corpse offers, catching you by surprise. He might still be lying, though. Creating a false sense of security before eliminating Bretman. Probably would laugh while doing it, too. Wow, he truly is evil.

Turns out he doesn’t have to do any of that, because when Dream strolls into Cafeteria, he kills Bretman instead. The two Impostors are finally revealed. You promised not to snitch on Corpse, but you didn’t say shit about not exposing Dream. You press the REPORT button and say just that: “Dream just murdered Bret right in front of me and Corpse.”

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The last meeting is called. Dream had been voted out with the help of Corpse, and now only you, he, and Rae remain.

“Baby, you know what to do.”

The VOTED icon pops up beside Corpse’s astronaut. Rae wheezes, “No! Y/n, it’s not me, you gotta believe me, I swear it’s not me!”

“...I really don’t know,” You murmur, “I’ve been with Corpse a lot, and...Rae, I’m not sure...”

“Please! I swear it on my Kagayama cardboard cut out, I’m not the Impostor, please! You know me, I’d never lie to you like this.”

“She’s definitely lying.” Corpse says, sounding pleased.

“Don’t listen to him! Remember, during the first round, when he tried to convince us that you were the Impostor? He’s doing the same shit to me!”

“I also remember you agreeing with him.” You remind her.

“I was stupid! Small dumb brain moment! He was using us to win! He’s using you right now!” She votes, “Please, Y/n, make the right choice.”

You’re silent for a moment.

“I’m gonna...I’m gonna vote for who I think it is.” You lastly say.

A slow, lazy grin makes it’s way onto your lips, eyes gleaming mischievously. You had not forgotten your promise to your brother from another mother, you had not forgotten the pride of the BDA, you had not forgotten your beautiful friendship. Two miniature astronauts pop up by Corpse’s at the exact moment Rae screeches “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!”

“Fuck.” Is all Corpse says with a laugh.

The screen changes, informing of the first CREW MATE victory.

Your ears are assaulted with different voices as you appear in the lobby.

“Now that’s what I’m fucking talking about.” Charlie raves, “I swear to fucking God, Y/n, you even got me going for a second. Pulled some 1000 IQ shit right there. It was fucking amazing. Best back stabbing I’ve seen in a while, and I’ve seen a lot.”

“That was absolutely fantastic, Y/n.” Sean applauds, “I really thought you joined Corpse like some crew mate accomplice or something. Can’t believe you switched on him at the last second.”

“That’s my wifey!” Rae cheers, strolling to you, “Love you, mwah.”

“Hey, Corpse,” Charlie calls him, “How does it feel to be a fucking loser?”

“I’m surprisingly fine with it.”

yeah he would be lmao

mom is the best snake ever i love you sm y/n

rae and y/n’s friendship....the feeeeeels

As the rest sing your praises for another solid minute or two, the third round begins. CREW MATE again. Though, just because you’re stuck as an underpaid worker in a dying spaceship, it doesn’t mean you’re innocent. Your last round proved that quite well. You can’t help but silently snicker.

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[thewritingginger]

AoT Boys - Preferences

This is something... I have nothing else to say about it lol

Also it may be a bit all over the place idk 

Fandom: Attack on Titan Characters: Reiner Braun, Armin Arlert, Eren Yeager & Jean Kirstein Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, Fem! Bodied Reader, Mentions of sex, Swearing, lot of boob, ass, & thigh talk, also switches b/w saying s/o and you I'm a mess :)

 Enjoy ~

Reiner

Reiner is a simple man that loves dem tiddies!

Big or little doesn't matter

Man has giant hands and if it fits it ships

“You fit so perfectly in my hands.”

Loves to lay on your chest - #LittleSpoonReiner

When he had a particularly rough day all he wants to do is nizzle into your chest and breathe in your scent

Likes to massage them over your clothes when y’all make out

Can’t keep his mouth off of them, licking and biting them as he also plays with your nipples

He may give them a few smacks here and there if that's the mood 😉

Honestly would so happy to just play with your chest and nothing else, especially if you really like it

Likes when his s/o rides him - not only cuz it gives them more control of the pacing but also bc he gets a full view of their breasts

If you want to make this man nearly combust send him a saucy pic while he’s out/at work and can’t get to you

Man is weak for some lacy lingerie - really likes pastels and white (to him if makes it almost feel naughtier cuz of how sweet it looks)

“I was thinking of wearing this to our date tonight, do you like it? 😇” - w/ a mirror pic of you in a matching lacy set, wearing one of his large button up shirts and make sure you put your hand on your cheek sweetly, pressing your breasts together

He would call you so fast!

“Sweetheart, I am at work! Please-”

“And change of plans, instead of going out Imma need you to be on that bed when I get home tonight because we will not be leaving that room till you’re completely fucked out.”

Really likes clothed sex - why would he just rip of that pretty lingerie you put on for him when he can continue to enjoy it on your beautiful body while he rails you?!

He just overall enjoys seeing and feeling your chest and bonus points for it also feeling good for you though he doesn’t really touch them w/o your permission/ when y’all are getting it on

However, in his sleep his hand can become a bit of a wanderer

So he is a perv but not so outwardly so

Really likes lacy or mesh shirts where can see your bra/bralette  - though sometimes it can make him feel some type of way

“Beautiful, I always love what you wear but you gotta stop doing this to me, my heart can’t take it.”

Man just melts for you! ok?! 

Armin

Armin is a Thigh Man! and I will die on this hill!!!

He loves to hold and squeeze them - in both sexual & non-sexual situations

Laying on them is prime time for him, he may even leave a few sleepy kisses behind before falling asleep on them

Also Thigh fucking is his jam!! And you can’t convince me otherwise

Not only does he love the feeling of your thighs jerking him off but also it’s about that teasing he loves to give his s/o

May even taunt them about it

“You like feeling my cock slide between your thighs?”

“My Angel wishes they had my cock inside them, huh.”

He also just generally loves kissing, licking and biting your thighs, he likes to take his time especially when he is about to go down on you

He likes to have his hand on his s/o’s thigh while sitting next to them, whether at home or out for lunch with friends - not necessarily in a sexual way well… unless you want him to 😉

Want to make him excited? Wear some thigh high stockings

If you are wearing a skirt and at some point in the day you lift the hem to show the garter strap holding up your stocking he’ll let out a little low hum of approval and needs to get his hands on you soon 

That also goes for if you want to send him a little pic in the day to show you miss him just a little

“Thinking of you bb 🥰” - w/ a picture of your skirt raised or just in a pair of cute panties while sat on your knees with your thighs pressed together would do the trick

He would blush a little at the initial shock -especially if around others-  but would be quick to excuse himself before responding

“You’re so beautiful, when I get home I’m gonna spread those pretty thighs open and have you screaming for me.”

Boy really likes not only shear tights but also fishnets

Whether you wear them under a skirt/dress or under distressed jeans and it peeks through holes and over the top he’s in for it

Has 10000% had sex with a pair of fishnets on - the ones with the extra large holes that he can fit his dick through - yes ma’am

Also just plain old ripping them open so make sure you don’t spend a lot of money of your tights cuz they might not last too long oop

Eren

Also a Boobie Man!

Whether he is just chillin on the couch watching t.v. with his s/o or making out and getting down to business, his hand somehow always finds its way to a boob

He will just put his arm around your shoulder and snake his hand down the collar of your shirt and just cup it - maybe will begin to give a few squeezes here and there mf treating it like a stress ball smh

Will motor boat you - he doesn’t care if there isn't much to your chest either cuz he will go for it anyway

If he is having sex in missionary best believe both his palms would be kneaded his s/o’s breasts

Or if from behind he will lean over and wrap his arm around their front to hold them

But lets need not forget the tiddie bounce when his s/o rides him

So many choices baby boy doesn’t know which one he likes best 🤔

Loves some tiddie-fucking

And cumming on dem boobies as well

“You look so good with my cum drippin down your tits.”

This bitch will be at work and ask for nudes smh

Of course he wants boobie pics - loves when you are topless and holding your breasts with your hands or simply just your cleavage down your shirt

“You’re always so good to me Babygirl. I’ll see you when I get home 😉”

Likes when you wear revealing tops

Of course he’ll about throw hands if someone's gaze stays a bit too long but he is proud of his baby and knows they are beautiful

Eren, unlike Reiner, is more outwardly pervy

Always encourages you not to wear a bra

“Your nipples are so cute, why wouldn’t you want to show them.”

Also you know he aint afraid to stare and when you catch him he’ll just give you a wink and a cocky smirk

Jean

Bonafide Booty Man!

Like Reiner, the size doesn’t matter!

Big or little - if he can grab he can vibe with it

This boy always has his hand on the butt any chance he gets

Cuddle Time? His hand will rubb and hold the booty

When y’all are making out? You best believe he’ll pull you real close and squeeze your ass

So safe to say that taking his s/o from behind is great booty access

Also reverse Cowgirl is a nice view as well

“Fuck, I love seeing your ass bounce on my cock.”

Loves to squeeze, jiggle and spank your butt

Also kissing and biting the cheeks are a yes in his book

Likes to bend over his s/o and go down on them from behind, having is tongue covered in their taste as his hands grope and smack their ass - sign him up

Likes days in at home with you, especially if you opt out of wearing pants - Pants are always optional in his household  😉

If he sees cheeks he’s a happy man

Expect to get little booty love taps &/or pinches while around him - mostly when it’s just you two at  home

If you want to fluster him a bit give his ass a little smack/squeeze of your own 

Likes when you send him pics but when he’s at work? He’ll have to breathe for a minute and leave the room if others are around

“Baby, should I get these?” - w/ a pic in a dressing room wearing a silky “pajama” short set that leaves little to the imagination; booty on full display of course

“Yes! 😍😍😍”

“My sweet girl, I want to see you in that when I get home.”

Big fan of leggings and high waisted pants on his s/o - all about extenuating that booty

Just tight pants in general tbh

If you ever come out in a little number and the booty is poppin he’ll grab your hand and make you do a little spin for him to get a full 360 view

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[taeyamayang]

hq boys and their reaction to their s/o confessing

osamu, tanaka, & kageyama

a/n: welcome to another round of confessing,, if you missed the first one with kenma, aone, & bokuto here is the link

osamu

you have always been average. you are neither on top of the game whom everyone looks up to nor a delinquent whom everyone's cautious of. you are always placed in the middle, the safe rank. but honestly, it never bothered you because in this way you can be yourself more without the pressure of living within the unattainable societal expectations induced by your peers. it's easier this way but, of course, there are times when the limelight pans at you. making you feel like the main character of your own novel and that's when it starts. that's when you realize that you are more than just a decoration, a wallflower. you have your own story and your own life.

and for you, it began here.

flashback

tuesday morning, you remember it clearly, after your second period. your mathematics teacher was on leave that day so your class has to transfer to a different room to sit in with another class.

you gather your things in your arms as you shuffle your way to the farthest room of the hallway following your classmates behind them. you struggle to carry your stuff since your arms are short. albeit, your reflex acts quickly catching your pen with an origini ornament on top before it falls off your grasp. glancing back at your classmates you sense that you're falling behind their tracks so you hustle faster as you try to keep your things gathered in your arms.

then, suddenly your body hits against a broad torso making your eyes jolt up. you stare upon two men: one with grey hair the other with blonde hair. their faces are identical and their stature is lean and fit. then it hits you.

the miya brothers.

your eyes widen at the sight, mouth slightly gaped. the twins are known, not just by everyone in your campus, but everyone in the league of sports. they have been in magazines at a very young age because of their exceptional skills in volleyball.

"s-sorry." you manage to utter despite the shock. osamu being nearest to your side holds your gaze.

"oops." atsumu looks at his brother who, on the other hand, kept his mouth shut. "i guess i'm sorry on behalf of my idiotic brother." atsumu snickers bringing your eyes to him. in comparison to osamu's soft and easy eyes, atsumu's eyes are sharp and intimidating.

the bell rings pulling you back to your purpose. you need to get to class 1 for substitute math. you bring your foot forward to stride but osamu's voice stops you to do so.

"hey, i'm sorry." he says locking eyes with you again at the same time catching you off guard. "i didn't see you."

"i, uh, me too. don't worry about it. it's alright." you flash him a quick reassuring smile before heading your way to the room.

you reach your destination and saw your friend saved you a seat next to her nearest to the door. you settle in and place your things on the table. pulling the cover of your notebook open, you search for your pen. it's gone. you duck your head under the table and twist your body to each side to search for it. it's not there. your onigiri pen is gone.

the metal clicking and men chattering outside the room attract your attention. you turn your body to the direction of the noise and your orbs instantly lock with a grey-haired boy. your vision draws immediately at the swaying ornament at the pocket of his button-up uniform. it’s your pen. alarmed, you look at him only to realize that he had his sight on you the whole time.

you see him open his mouth as if trying to say something but the teacher commanded for attention making you both break eye contact. "let's thank class 1's sportsmen for bringing extra seats and table for today's class."

oh, so he's from class 1.

not that you really care about how popular he is but it's just that you're not the best with initiating the first conversation. how do you tell him the pen is yours and he probably knows it too by the way he reacted when he sees you but, still, how do you approach him?

he sits at the farthest seat near the windows. the class rolls out smoothly and during the whole time you wish that he would take the initiative to pass the pen to you during class but he didn't. the bell goes off signaling the end of class. your friend taps your shoulder.

"_____, the head of the broadcast team said she needs you immediately after this class. she needs you to record your voice for events and whatever you do in that club." you know that when your senior in the broadcast team does this it means nothing but urgency.

“hey.” you hear someone call out. you ignore it shoving your belongings inside your bag hastily. “hey, excuse me.” his voice getting louder. you hook your bag on your shoulder ready to head to your club’s station. “onigiri pen!” he screams this time. you turn to the source locking eyes with osamu. all students from your class and class 1 ceases at the sudden noise. briefly, your eyes travel across the room and see everyone’s eyes on you. you feel your cheeks getting warmer from the unwanted attention you’re getting. you bring your eyes back to him mouthing “me” as you point to yourself. osamu nods saying.

“your pen, it’s with me. can you wait for a bit?” he gestures at the swarm of students piled between the two of you. this is not a good time. it will take forever for both of you to meet halfway considering how packed the room is.

“i can’t. i’m in a hurry.” you say. sensitive enough, he senses your urgency.

“meet me after practice at the volleyball gym?” he asks.

“sure, see you.” lips tight into a small smile you nod at him. you hear a choir of ooh’s from the students making your cheeks burn brighter. you hide your face, keeping it downcast, as you exit the room quickly barely hearing his last cry.

“what’s your name?”

you fail to answer him as you were already running in the hallway.

you spend your whole break and the time after class recording your voice for school events. as promised, before going home you stop by the gym. you scan the place and see the twins all focused on the game at hand. you decided to watch the game unravel. you make your way up to the overlooking veranda inside the gym. as expected, you see a flock of female students cheering for the twins. you lean on the railings next to the girls trying to camouflage yourself with them. failing to do so, the cheering from the students draws the attention of the players to the veranda. osamu spots you.

he points at you. you’re sure enough it was you he was pointing at but the girls next to you kept claiming it was them. he spreads out his fingers in one hand, a gesture that says ‘wait’, then he points at the scoreboard before drawing three fingers upㅡ3rd set, the match is almost over he's asking you to wait. he turns his focus back to the game.

after a couple of tiring rallies inarizaki high volleyball wins against the competing high school volleyball team. bashful, you drag your feet next to osamu after seeing him join the benches. 

“onigiri pen!” he greets you while atsumu, who is standing next to him, wrangles at his brother.

“you suck at nicknames, samu.”

osamu mutters shut up under his breath as he hunts for the pen. he opens both his school bag and duffle bag but it seems like he's having trouble looking for it. promptly, he stops and turns his head to his brother eyebrows crossed.

“you took it.” he claims.

“what? what do you mean i took it?”

“the pen, sumu!” his voice increasing.

“what pen?!” he argues back. “i didn’t take anything from you- ” he pauses when a realization lingers his mind. “oh!” looking at osamu in amusement his mouth forming a big 'o' “that’s why you called her onigiri pen. that wasn’t yours.”

“where is it?!” osamu’s voice is filled with tension. his lips curled up in annoyance.

“i found it at the side pocket of your bag on the way here so i took it and tossed it in the field. it’s somewhere in the field right now.”

“you what?!” osamu grabs atsumu by the collar “you asshole!” 

"i thought it was yours 'cause you like onigiri!" atsumu says with his hands in the air. you suddenly feel like you ignited a wretched war striking you the obligation to stop this.

"miya-san, stop it!" you scream on top of your lungs. their eyes laid on you. right, they're both miya but at least you're hitting two birds in one stone. "forget the pen. it's okay." it doesn't bear any sentimental value to you but you're obsessed with stationery items and you waited for the local stationery store to stock up on the onigiri pen and when it did they only had one left. it's better to have your pen back but if it causes a dispute, then, never mind.

osamu lets go of atsumu's shirt. he looks away as he breathes in heavily trying to calm himself. he sighs loud and long before bringing his eyes back to you.

"i'll make it up to you." he zips his bags close.

"no, it's okay miya-san. you don't have to. it's just a pen."

"still, it's yours and now it's gone because of-" he stops subsequently clenching his jaw. "are you busy?" he glances at you for a short while eyes softer than the last time you held it. you shake your head to the side to say no. "okay, i insist. let's go." he pulls you out of the gym by the wrist. he has his bags gathered in one hand. everyone's eyes are still on both of you.

a couple of strides were filled with silence. your eyes dart at your growing pale hand. his hands are huge and he probably didn't know he's still holding onto you. you pull him back gently. his eyes search yours. you gesture on your hand and he instantly uttered a quick sorry. his eyebrows pulled down in a worried look. getting trapped in this awkward situation you at least try to brighten the mood.

"____" his eyebrows raises at you in confusion. you elaborate. "that's my name. you asked for it back in class but i was in a hurry. also, i, uh, love origini too." you sheepishly smiles at him hoping your attempt gets through. he smiles back at your response. "so, what's the great plan?"

"i'm frustrated. do you want to eat?" he pouts to himself. your smile grows wider.

"onigiri?" you chuckle.

"sounds like a plan." he mirrors you, laughing.

ever since the origini incident the two of you started to hang out on stressful days, literally bonding over food. most of the time exploring hyogo prefecture scavenging the best food in town. your broadcasting club activities end earlier than his' so you would spend the rest of your time watching the volleyball team practice as you wait for him aswell.

you've known him for months now come christmas, new year, and even valentines day. you enjoy his company because surprisingly you two are far more similar to each other more than you initially thought. you are also well aware of your growing feelings for him but you never addressed it because hanging out with him caused enough whispers in the hallway. although you didn't care about what others think of you, you can't help but stop yourself from confessing to him for this same reason. you didn't want to stir up an issue involving you two. you didn't want to cause trouble for him so you kept it a secret to yourself.

so, today. your birthday.

technically, it's not a stressful day. well, aging is stressful. you find yourself at your usual spot in the veranda. as if sensing your presence he glances in your direction almost immediately when you arrive. he sees you. you wave at him.

"yakiniku, big day. on me." you shout before the referee whistles. gone are the days when you would hide behind the railings or would rather throw hand signals at him because of your fear of being judged. osamu pulls into a big smile, teeth showing. he connects his forefinger and thumb together gesturing "okay" to you.

he joins you after practice. already anticipating the day. though he has no idea that today's your birthday until you both settle in a restaurant, facing each other.

"i heard your voice this morning over P.A. system something about white day event." he says munching on food. you mentally slap yourself. oh yeah, today is white day too. not that it matters, though.

"i almost forgot about that." you tell him honestly.

"but i didn't," he says eyes focused on the meat. he changes the topic abruptly. "so, why are you treating meat today?" you hum in thought before answering.

"my birthday." his eyes widens. his eyeballs almost popping out of his eye socket. he dramatically drops his chopsticks on the table.

"what?! you didn't tell me?!"

"well, i'm telling you now." you giggle at his reaction. you toss the meat on the griller. "not a big deal. besides, isn't awkward to tell someone randomly about your birthday? it's like you're asking for a gift."

"cause you totally deserve it."

"not materialistic, samu. you know that. it's okay, chill out." you beam at him as you serve him the cooked meat.

"now this feels like more than a coincidence," you question him but he brushes you off as he turns his body to the side where his bag is, zipping it open. he pulls out a vertical black box with a pastel ribbon on top of it then slides it on the table towards you. "happy white day."

you freeze at the sight. that's why he knew about the event. you two were not intimate but that doesn't mean he was never sweet to you. he makes it a point to ask about your day. when things get rough, he makes an effort to make you smile. your heart starts throbbing against your chest. tears start to pool in your eyelids. momentarily, you forgot how to breathe.

"and happy birthday, i guess." you stifle sobs looking away from the black box. "and you told me giving gifts isn't a big deal but you're crying right now?"

"am not," you argue with a shaky voice.

"geez, yeah, right." he sarcastically argues back. he pushes himself up using the surface of the table to reach you. the pads of his fingers brush against your cheeks catching your tears making your heart skip a beat. you say between sobs.

"if you do that one more time i swear samu i will fall-" you cut yourself off mid-sentence before you could say anything further.

"you what?" he asks.

"nothing." you sniff. sweeping off the last trail of tears with the back of your hand. "what is this?" you point at the box.

"oh, please, don't get your hopes up," he says scratching his head. you pull the ribbon and it smoothly glides off the box. you grab on the cover then turning it over. an onigiri pen.

"you fucking clown." you let out a chuckle. he watches your reaction. you clutch on it, rolling it over and you see a familiar mark on the pen. you scritinize at it. "wait, is this.. is this my pen?"

"yeah" this time he laughs. "i looked for it in the field for days and months, even. i even talked to the maintenance clerk and asked them to notify me if ever they found an origini pen. i even pulled a couple of strings at the soccer team asking their captain to tell his teammates to keep an eye for this pen. i had it with me a few months back. i was hoping for better timing." he gestures at the box "but under that are other onigiri related stationery items since you love them very much."

you stare at the memento for a couple of seconds letting your mind trail back down the memory lane. this pen is the reason why you gained another friend. the reason why you suddenly feel so much more importantㅡlike you're the main character of a story, your story. you peer at him smiling at you. he's the reason why your emotions are on cloud nine as you slowly sink into a flower bed that is him. you like him so much, god knows, it's more than like.

you have your eyes on him and his on yours. the world is in slow motion. the noise from the chatter of the customers slowly fading out. you only have him in your vision. you blurt out, completely in a daze.

"i like you." pouring your heart out feels surreal. wait, did you just say that? out loud? you feel the pulse against your neck pounding and you start to panic. suddenly, you're flustered. simultaneously, your ears flaring up. you never meant to confess your feelings on your birthday. you want to take it back and say it's a joke or it's platonic but you knew you were too late when he pulls into a soft smile eyes still holding yours saying,

"you echo my thoughts."

Tanaka | Kageyama

thanks for reading!

im craving baked sushi at 2am smh,,

i lowkey want to write this in full length angst, fluff, and mutual pining. i have so many scenes playing in my mind right now aghh

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#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #hq osamu #hq drabbles #osamu headcanons #hq headcanons #osamu miya #miya brothers #hq boys and their reaction to their s/o confessing

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Pink Lace - Chapter 9 (M)

Characters: Baekhyun x Reader (feat. EXO members)

Genre: College AU, stripper AU, fluff, smut, slow burn

Summary: Baekhyun, a philosophy professor with mysterious wealth, got himself completely fucked over a girl who can’t let him into her life.

Word count: 6.1k

Warnings: sex work, mentions of sexual assault, adult themes/situations, smut

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Saturday had finally arrived. It was 6am when you woke up, but you were far too excited to go back to sleep. You tossed and turned for a little while, trying to convince your body to give you a few more minutes of rest just so you wouldn’t get tired early but it was no use. The last time you’d felt like this was when you were a kid and there was a big class field trip coming up, or on Christmas morning. That sense of child-like excitement was something you didn’t even realize you’d missed so much. As an adult waking up in the mornings was almost always shitty, but today you were so excited the idea of sleep didn’t even sound appealing anymore. God. Maybe you were just as whipped as him.

 After giving in to your excitement you got up, and started making breakfast. You were worried that you’d be tired or groggy on the date so you made sure to add an extra shot of espresso to your morning latte. Falling asleep hadn’t been easy either. You kept thinking about all the different possibilities of where he might take you, and you had been especially distracted by Baekhyun’s promise of what would come after. 

You had put a great deal of effort into looking nice for the club last week, but this week you didn’t even know where to start. Getting ready for a real date was very different than getting ready for the club. At the club you could cover yourself in glitter and body oil and do the most extra makeup looks one could imagine, and there wasn’t much to the outfits anyway. But what the hell were you supposed to do for a date where all you knew was that it was outside? You wanted to put in effort still, of course, but doing too much might be weird if it’s more of a casual thing. But Baekhyun wouldn’t just do something casual right? It would be something fancy for sure. But then what were you supposed to wear that was relatively fancy but worked for being outdoors? 

You still wanted to be able to be comfortable so after some time and careful deliberation, you decided on a sundress and simple makeup. The sundress also had the advantage of allowing you to forego wearing a bra, and it was remarkably easy to remove. You had a feeling Baekhyun would appreciate that later on. 

As the morning went on you tried your best to keep your mind occupied and prolong the process of getting ready in order to leave as little time as possible to get anxious, you knew as soon as you would get bored the nervousness would start. So you kept yourself busy. 

3:00pm drew closer and closer and despite your best efforts you felt yourself becoming restless. You internally cursed Mia for being busy all day so she wouldn’t be there to help you not freak out.  

Unfortunately you were ready by 2:00, leaving you an entire hour to mull over your thoughts as they made you more and more antsy. 

After an hour of pacing around the house and checking your hair and makeup way too many times, you finally heard a knock on the door. You basically sprinted across the house at the sound. 

To your relief Baekhyun wasn’t dressed very fancy, just a white short sleeved button down tucked into black shorts. But oh did the sight of him still make your heart flutter. His hair was perfectly styled and he just looked so good.  

“Hi, you look beautiful,” He said as his eyes traveled up and down your body. “You ready to go?” You responded with a nod and threw your arms around him for a hug, which he happily returned. “Come on then.”

As you approached his Audi he opened the door for you to get in, and it somehow looked even fancier than you had remembered, although you had been slightly drunk when you’d last been in his car. 

You stayed quiet, and Baekhyun put on some music as he pulled out and started driving. After a few minutes you heard him softly singing along, and you wondered why he didn’t tell you sooner that he could sing so well. 

“You have a really nice voice.” You spoke softly, and he turned to look at you briefly. 

“You think so? I was in a band in high school, and I think I was pretty good but I never kept up with it, although I do still like singing.” 

“You should do it more if you like it, or you can at least sing to me anytime.” 

He shot you a smile and continued singing along to the music, but now with more confidence.

Everything about him just seemed to get more and more perfect. No man had ever impressed you this much, had made you feel this lucky and special. It made you even more scared that you would do or say something that would mess everything up. 

“Nervous?” He asked, noticing how quiet you were being. 

“Yeah, I just, I don’t know. I don’t wanna make things weird and mess everything up.” 

He placed a hand on your thigh, and once the car was stopped at a light his eyes met yours. “Don’t be, I promise there’s nothing you can do that will make today any less magical, the fact that I’m getting to take you out at all is enough for me.” 

The warmth in the way he looked at you then helped melt away some of your worries. He was right of course, you knew he liked you too much for you to really be able to mess this up, but the mystery of where he was taking you made you worry nonetheless. 

For about another 30 minutes Baekhyun drove the two of you further and further out of the city, until eventually he parked at the bottom of a large hill, seemingly in the middle of nowhere.

‘Um, Baekhyun, where are we? You’re not about to murder me are you?” 

“No” he chucked, “definitely not, just follow me.” 

He took your hand and started walking you up the hill until you were about halfway up and you could almost see to the other side. 

“I need you to close your eyes.” 

You did as you were told, and he kept guiding you by your hand as you blindly followed. Your heart rate had gone up significantly, still not having any clue what he had in store for you. Especially now that you were out here seemingly with nothing and nobody else around. 

A few shaky steps later he told you to open your eyes, and with your heartbeat loudly thumping in your ears, you finally did. 

What you saw had not been what you were expecting at all, though you hadn’t had a clue what to expect in the first place. 

On the other side of the hill was an enormous balloon that was slowly being inflated. 

He was taking you on a hot air balloon. 

You could feel his eyes on you, waiting for some sort of reaction, but all you could do was stare in awe at the giant colorful mass in front of you. In your mind you started to think about how the hell he even pulled this off, how he even had the resources for something so extra, and for a first date. The longer you looked the more you felt the guilt start to set in. He had probably spent a ridiculous amount of time and money setting this up, and you had pestered him about the secret like some ungrateful child. Eventually the whole situation had tears brimming in your eyes from pure disbelief. 

Baekhyun quickly took notice and pulled you forwards to face him. 

“What’s wrong? Do you not like it? We can leave and do something else if-” 

You grabbed his face and cut him off with a kiss, as you felt a tear escape.

“You’re fucking insane. I can’t believe this is what you were planning, how the hell did you even get a hot air balloon?” You said as you wiped away another tear, but the smile that had made its way onto your face let Baekhyun let out a sigh of relief. 

“It wasn’t that big of a deal, really. Jongdae, I don’t know if you remember him from the club, but he’s got all kinds of connections and he did this for him and his wife last year so I got him to help me out.” 

You still just shook your head in disbelief. “You’re crazy.” 

“Crazy about you,” he grinned, “now come on.” 

He grabbed your hand again and started pulling you towards the balloon again, which was now almost upright. As you got closer you noticed the picnic set and bottle of champagne that were sitting on a small table in the center of the basket, with a bench on either side for each of you to sit on. 

The man who was operating the balloon gave the two of you a quick safety briefing before you stepped into the basket and he closed the small door behind you. 

After a few moments you felt yourself lift off, and slowly the balloon lifted the two of you up towards the clouds. 

“Um, Baekhyun?”

“Yes sweetheart?”

“What if I’m afraid of heights.” 

“I’m right here,” He grabbed your hand between his own, “You know I won’t let anything bad happen to you. I’ve also been told it’s not so bad as long as you don’t look down.” 

Luckily when you were seated you could only see the view off in the distance, so it wasn’t too frightening. As the balloon ascended further and further you started to realize how beautiful it was. The scenery from this angle was breathtaking and this high up in the sky there was a pleasant cool breeze as well.

You were torn out of your train of thought when you saw Baekhyun grab the bottle of champagne along with two glasses. He popped the cork out, which went flying out of the confines of the basket, plummeting down to earth. 

“Oops.” 

You giggled and he poured both of you a glass before reaching for the picnic basket. He pulled out two black boxes, and he opened yours and set it down in front of you revealing one of the most beautiful arrangements of sushi you’d ever seen. 

“God you are unreal.” You breathed out as you examined the meal in front of you more closely. 

“You like it?” 

“Yes, of course, I love it. I love all this, I- I don’t even know what to say. Nobody’s ever done something like this for me before.” 

“As long as you’re enjoying yourself.” He grinned back at you. "I wanted to do something that was different, something that you would hopefully be able to look back at later as a nice memory for us to share together. I know this technically is our first date but we’ve known each other a while so it really didn’t feel that way to me.” 

The way he treated you, spoke to you, touched you, still seemed too good to be true. The question used to plague you, but now you wanted to know more out of the selfish need for validation more than anything else. 

“Baekhyun, why do you like me so much? You’re around pretty girls all the time, why me?” 

He let out a small breathy laugh, took a drink of his champagne and met your gaze. “You make me feel like a kid again.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“When I first saw you that night at your work, I remember thinking you were so sexy, so beautiful, so way out of my league, talking to you made me feel like a silly teenager with a crush on a girl who wouldn’t show him the light of day anyway. I hadn’t felt like that in almost a decade, but just in that one night you made me feel it again. That’s why I knew I had to come back, too. The more I talked to you the more I felt we actually had a connection too, although I didn’t think it was really real, I thought you were just good at talking to me, but it made me feel so good I didn’t really care. I never thought you’d end up actually liking me this much. Two weeks ago at the club when you were drunk and started to get more touchy with me I thought I was going insane, I couldn’t believe that you might actually be attracted to me like that. I’m 30 now and I spent basically all of my 20′s trying to please other people and make those around me happy, even if it meant I had to settle. I would let coworkers or my family set me up with people who seemed, I don’t know, proper. But it was never fun or exciting, always just one boring dinner date after the next, with people I felt nothing for. I regret it a lot now, but I’m so thankful I got to meet you, cause I feel like now thanks to you I can finally experience those parts of my youth that I missed out on.” 

You were speechless. Your mind was in overdrive, trying to find some words that would live up to what he had said, to properly express what you were feeling, but they just didn’t exist. He stared at you as you stared back, desperately trying to get something to come out of your mouth but it felt impossible.

“Sorry, I know that was a lot at once, but I’ve wanted to tell you for a while now. Meeting you is the best thing that’s happened to me in a very long time.” 

His words had you flustered and cheeks tinted pink. “Meeting you is the best thing that’s happened to me in a very long time too. Maybe ever.” 

Baekhyun felt like his heart was about to burst. “When did you realize you liked me as more than just a customer?” 

You had thought about this a lot, trying to decipher when in your own mind you had come to the realization, because you had fought it so vehemently. 

“When I let you touch me. I never allowed anyone to do that before you, and I wouldn’t admit it to myself until later but it was that night.” 

“Why were you scared to admit it to yourself?” 

“I think I was still worried about letting you into my life, since I never do that with people from work. I don’t even hang out with the other girls there, I want to keep that part of my life separate. And once you were my professor I was even more scared because I knew in the back of my mind that I did like you but now there was even more to worry about because I didn’t want to get you in trouble. That still worries me a lot.” 

“You don’t need to worry about that, I know what I’m getting myself into and I know the risks. I wouldn’t be serious about this if I wasn’t willing to take that risk. But I think things will end up fine. As long as nobody finds out while you’re my student, nothing can happen. We just have to be a bit careful. That’s actually another reason I chose this for the date, I didn’t want to risk somebody seeing us, as much as I would love to be able to show you off.” 

“This is perfect, really. I can’t think of anything more magical.” You said as you took a bite of your sushi and looked around at the view surrounding you. “I’m definitely going to remember this for a long time.” 

The date went on and the two of you laughed together while enjoying the view, the food, and the champagne. It really was magical, you felt like you were in your own little fairytale world up in the sky with him, you were convinced nothing could beat this feeling. The way Baekhyun spoke to you always made you feel so comfortable and he could make you laugh so easily. Whenever the two of you were together, things just felt right. 

Eventually you finished your meals, and it was time to make your way back down to earth. As you watched the slow descent you started to think about what was coming next. The thoughts had plagued you the night before as well. You were getting closer and closer to Baekhyun finally having you, and now it was almost time. 

You worried that you might disappoint him. Men tended to think that strippers were always the most wild, the most experienced in bed, but you were still quite shy and inexperienced. At your job you could easily fake confidence to strangers, but actually having sex with someone you cared for wasn’t something you’d done often. The thought made your palms sweat in anticipation as you and Baekhyun finally landed and got back to his car. 

“Where do you want me to take you?” He was making sure you still wanted this, still wanted him. 

“Take me home with you.” 

He only nodded, and pulled out to get the both of you on your way. 

The car ride back was silent. You could feel the tension hanging thick in the air, both of you had your minds on what was coming next. He placed his hand back on your thigh, but this time higher up, slightly pushing up the fabric of your sundress. The action alone was enough to make your breath uneven, and with the deafening silence surrounding you, you knew he noticed. 

By the time he was pulling up to his place, your heart was hammering in your chest and you felt warm all over. 

He stepped out of the car and came to your door to open it for you. When he extended a hand for you to hold as you stepped out your eyes met his. The look on his face was blank; completely unreadable. You wondered if he was feeling just as anxious as you, if he was just hiding it better. You knew with the way you looked up at him in that moment that he could see right through you, that he could see all the tension and desire that had been building within you clearly on your face.

Your thoughts were confirmed when a small smirk formed on his lips and he was soon pulling you through the entry way and into his home. 

His house was beautiful. It wasn’t anything extremely flashy, though it felt comfortable and so much like him. The walls were lined with bookshelves, he had a large leather couch in his living room along with a marble coffee table, and everything was perfectly clean and well kept. It felt elegant and high-class but not in a way that was intimidating, it felt homely. 

As lovely as it was, you were far more focused on the man occupying it now. Once you’d had a chance to take off your shoes and look around for a bit you felt Baekhyun’s hand on yours once again as he pulled you into his chest. He gazed down at you and you could see it in his eyes this time. Both of you had been waiting for this moment, him even longer than you. You saw the want, the lust, and you felt it as well. When you felt his lips finally press against your own, you knew there was no going back. 

The kiss started slow, but you could tell he was holding back. His hands shook slightly as they made contact with your waist to pull you against him tighter, and you felt how his heart was racing when you placed a hand onto his chest. It was you who deepened the kiss, letting it become more and more lust driven as the both of you let yourselves give in to the feeling. His hands started to wander across your body. First they went down to your ass, giving it a squeeze before traveling upwards to grope your chest. 

“Fuck, are you not wearing a bra?” He breathed out between kisses as he felt a nipple harden under his touch. 

“Undress me and find out.” 

Baekhyun didn’t respond, instead you felt his hands on the backs of your thighs, prompting you to jump, so you did, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and your legs around his waist. 

You were surprised how easily he lifted you up and carried you into his bedroom. The whole time you clung on to him, leaving kisses on his neck as he walked you through the house. 

When you entered his bedroom he sat down on the edge of his bed with you on his lap and continued to kiss you, now moving his way down to your neck. The marks he had left on you before had faded through time, and he missed the sight of them. Something about seeing marks on you, knowing he was the one who left them there, drove him crazy. Although he wasn’t able to go show you off publicly, he was still able to claim you as his own that way. His self control was quickly leaving him as he once again started to suck and bite at the smooth skin, leaving splotches of purple in his wake.

He pulled away and lifted you off his lap making you whine at first, but once you were standing before him between his parted legs his hands found the hem of your dress, and your heart rate picked up even more. He lifted the fabric slowly, and you allowed him to pull it all the way over your head before being discarded on his bedroom floor, leaving you standing in nothing but your lacy underwear. 

Despite the fact that Baekhyun had seen you like this more times than you could count, you felt the need to cover yourself, crossing your arms over your chest. This felt so different from the club. Being naked there just felt natural, normal to you, it was the whole point of your job, and you didn’t care what the men there thought of you. But here and now, with nobody but you and Baekhyun and his eyes running up and down your body intently, you were shaking. 

When he noticed you try and cover yourself, he quickly grabbed your arm and moved it aside. “Am I making you nervous? You don’t have to be so tense, you know how beautiful I think you are.” You felt your cheeks start to tingle as he grabbed you and laid you on his bed before instructing you to lay on your stomach. “Let me help you relax.” 

His expert hands started to work the muscles in your back, and you realized he was right, you had been extremely tense. After a few seconds you let your eyes flutter closed and melted into the feeling of his hands massaging you. Your breathing and heart rate slowed down and you were overwhelmed with bliss as your muscles relaxed under his touches. Your arousal combined with the feeling made you feel high, and you couldn’t help but let out soft moans whenever he would work on a particularly stiff area. 

Baekhyun felt like he was going insane. Your skin felt so soft and smooth beneath his palms as he caressed you, and the sounds you let out made him twitch beneath his shorts. You looked exquisite like this, bare aside from the barely-there lace thong and your backside on full display. He leaned down to kiss your neck, leaving you shuddering at the sensation of his breath on your ear. “Can I touch you?” he whispered, and all you could do was nod, your mind too foggy with lust to form real words. 

His hand made its way down to your ass, touching you so close to where you wanted him, but not quite. “Let me hear you.” 

You took a deep breath, and forced out the words, “Yes, Baekhyun, please.” 

You felt him smile against the skin of your neck as he kept showering it with kisses, and his hand finally moved between your legs to where you needed him most. He made you gasp as he slowly began rubbing your clit through the thin lace of your underwear. “Turn around for me princess.” 

Once you were facing him, and your eyes met, your arousal was amplified even further. He was laying on top of you now between your spread legs, and you felt annoyed at how much he was still wearing. 

The first thing to go was his shirt, as you impatiently fumbled with the buttons before pulling it off of him completely. You knew that he was in pretty good shape but you still weren’t prepared when you finally saw him bare, and you knew that he saw how you stared by the pleased smirk on his face.

Next he moved off of you to remove his pants, leaving him in only his briefs. He soon moved back over you and resumed the motions of his hands between your legs, making you whine. He pulled you into a kiss so heart shattering you could feel yourself shaking with desire as he continued his ministrations. He was smothering you, pressed against you completely but you still wrapped your arms around his back in an effort to bring him even closer. 

His kisses started to make their way down your jaw and towards your neck, and then slowly to your chest. He took one sensitive bud between his lips and your back arched off his mattress and your hands found his soft hair. He used his fingers to tease the other side as well, enjoying the feeling of your hands running through his hair and the soft sounds falling from your lips. 

As much as Baekhyun had been looking forward to this, he still wanted to hear you beg for him, even if that meant having to be patient. Luckily, however, you were just as impatient as he was. 

“I n-need more, please.” You gasped, the sensation of his hand on your pussy and his lips on your breasts edging you on without giving you the relief you craved.

“Say it again for me.” 

“Baekhyun, please.” 

“Mmmh,” he smiled down at you, “good girl.” 

His kisses moved down to your ribcage and stomach, leaving marks on the way until he was hooking his fingers into the waistband or your underwear and dragging them down your legs. He soon positioned himself between your thighs, and you felt hyper aware of his eyes on the last part of you he’d had yet to see. 

Instead of giving you what you wanted, Baekhyun started to kiss your inner thighs, leaving marks there as well, slowly creeping closer and closer to your waiting pussy. The feeling of him sucking and biting on the skin so close to where you wanted him was maddening. You let out another impatient whine, and finally, you felt his lips press against your clit. He was still taking his time, leaving soft kisses at first, but eventually he let his tongue lick a stripe all the way up your folds, making you shudder. You knew you wouldn’t last long with how tightly wound up you already were. When he started to quicken his motions, licking and sucking at your most sensitive spot, you started to crumble. Your hands abandoned his hair, instead opting to grab at the pillow behind you, out of fear that you might yank his hair out otherwise. A lewd moan slipped out from between your lips as your back arched and you started to move your hips against his face, prompting him to push you down to keep you in place. The feeling was overwhelming your senses and the only thoughts left in your mind were of his lips and tongue on you as you chased your high. 

When you felt one of his slender fingers enter you, you knew you were gone. Only a few pumps later you felt the damn break and you moaned his name unabashedly and the pleasure flooded your body. Your vision went white and you felt yourself twitch against him as he kept licking and kissing you through your climax. Eventually he pulled away, and you went limp, closing your eyes and relaxing into the post-orgasmic haze. 

“Don’t fall asleep sweetheart, I’m not done with you yet.”

A few moments later he was on top of you again, kissing you, only this time you could feel his hard member against you separated only by the fabric of his briefs. You reached down to try to pull the fabric away, but he stopped you before you could have any success. “So impatient.” He whispered before taking your hands and lacing them between his own and pinning them to the bed on either side of you as he continued to cover your face and neck with deep heated kisses. 

You couldn’t stop whining and squirming beneath him, trying to get some sort of relief, but Baekhyun wouldn’t do anything until you asked for it. “What do you want baby?” He breathed in your ear and placed more kisses on the sensitive spot on the side of your neck, sending jolts of pleasure down your spine.

“I-I want you.” 

“You want me to what?” 

“I want you to fuck me, p-please.”

Baekhyun ginned and leaned back to admire you, relishing the way you were panting for him, chest heaving up and down, cheeks flushed. “So beautiful.” 

He got up to remove his last remaining piece of clothing before finding his way back between your spread legs. One hand moved downwards and you felt two fingers enter you, testing your readiness. You moaned out at the intrusion, but just as quickly as they entered you his fingers left you as well. “So wet for me.” You heard him mutter.

When you finally felt his tip press against your folds you threw your head back and wrapped your legs around his waist in an effort to pull him further into you, but to no avail. 

“Y/n, look at me.” He said as one of his hands cupped your face and you opened your eyes, immediately meeting his. “You ready?” 

You nodded frantically and felt him position himself. The anticipation was killing you, but finally he brought his face down to yours to press a kiss to your lips as he sunk himself into you. He was larger than you had expected, making you gasp against his lips as he stretched you out. Once his length was fully inside you he waited for a moment to let you adjust, despite the urge to just let go and fuck you senseless. You opened your eyes and saw his squeezed shut, jaw clenched as he held himself back. Baekhyun had wanted this for so long, had waited for months and now that he finally had you underneath and around him, it felt too good to be true. 

When he felt your hips shift to take him even deeper, he took it as a sign to start moving. He pulled out almost completely before sinking himself back into you, starting a slow and steady pace that had you whimpering and clutching at his shoulders, trying to bring him impossibly closer. 

He continued to kiss you as he slowly fucked you, and you couldn’t help but think how sweet and romantic it still felt. As cheesy as it sounds, he wasn’t just fucking you, you felt like he was truly making love to you. You let your body melt into his movements, rolling your body up against his to push him even deeper inside of you with every thrust. 

His lips traveled from yours down to your ear, “So, so, perfect, such a good girl for me.” 

His words sent shockwaves down your spine and through your limbs, exciting you even further as you lost yourself to his expert thrusts. Your mind was blank, unable to form any coherent thoughts aside from how good he was making you feel. Every time he sank back into you you could feel him hit that special spot that had your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your toes curling.

You were enjoying his slow, calculated, movements, but the knot in the pit of your stomach was building and you knew you’d need more to be pushed over the edge.  

“F-faster.” You breathed out in desperation. 

Instead of giving you what you wanted Baekhyun stopped his movements completely, leaning up to look you in the eyes. “What was that sweetheart?”

“Faster, Baekhyun please.”

He smirked at your plea, “Since you asked so nicely.” 

He resumed his motions, this time picking up the pace while one hand moved to knead and pinch at the sensitive skin of your breasts. 

Your legs had wrapped themselves tightly around his waist and your hands were gripping onto his back so tightly it would probably leave marks. The sensation was completely overwhelming, and you were reduced to a whining, moaning mess beneath him as you felt your high getting close again. With him drilling in and out of you at a faster pace, and the ministrations of his hands on your chest, you knew the pressure would soon snap. 

“Are you gonna cum for me baby?” He could tell by how tightly you were clenching around him, you were close. 

All you could do was nod and let out a series of lewd noises, and the hand on your chest moved down to your clit. “Let go, let me feel you.” 

A few seconds later you felt the pressure release, waves of euphoria flooding your body sending jolts of electricity through your limbs, making you twitch uncontrollably as he kept thrusting into you. You clamped down on him so tightly you heard him let out a pained grunt as he chased his high as well, losing control as his movements got less consistent. 

“Fuck, no condom.” 

You felt him start to pull out but locked your legs around him before he could do so, “I’m on the pill, please don’t stop.” 

He let out a guttural moan and a few thrusts later he was emptying himself inside you, pressing his lips to yours once again, this time with so much force you felt yourself being pushed further into the mattress. 

Once you had both come down from your highs he all but collapsed on top of you, and you unhooked your legs from his waist. Your arms stayed wrapped around him and the both of you laid there, sweating and panting against one another as you slowly came back to reality.  

“Worth the wait?” He asked breathily.

“Fuck yes.”

He laughed, and you felt his chest vibrating on top of you. “Glad to hear it. I didn’t hurt you, did I?” 

You shook your head before cupping his face and bringing it down to yours for a kiss. “It was perfect.” 

He smiled back at you with that smile that felt like it could single handedly melt every glacier on earth and then some. Despite the fact that his weight was starting to make it difficult for you to breathe, you still whined when he pushed off the bed and slipped out of you to get the both of you cleaned up. He disappeared into the master bathroom, eventually returning with a wet washcloth to rid you of the sticky mess between your thighs. 

Neither of you bothered putting any clothes on when he returned to bed and pulled you close, resting your head on his chest as the rest of your limbs tangled together under the sheets.  

You lifted your head from his chest, meeting his eyes, “Can I stay the night?” 

“Of course baby, get some rest.” He said and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You laid your head back down, closing your eyes. 

You hummed at the feeling of his hands drawing circles on your bare back, and you dozed off to the sweet feeling and the steady sound of his heartbeat in your ear. 

With Baekhyun, you felt like you had found your own little slice of heaven. This was the definition of bliss. 

A/N: this is my first time writing smut so please be gentle with me, I tried my best 🤧

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Pull of the Moon

Kirishima Eijirou

word count : 7.8k

[ ✘ (nsfw!), werewolf!au ]  

themes : masturbation, licking/biting, dom!Kiri, rough sex, dirty talk, slight choking, friends to lovers, confession

bio : Eijirou makes sure he’s far away from you for when the heat cycle strikes, but just when he thinks your friendship is safe from his monstrous hormones, there you are at his doorstep.

author’s note : so this is a fic that i wrote years ago for my kpop blog, linked in my bio. i wanted to repost it here for bnha, just bc i like the way i wrote it and i think it’s pretty fitting character-wise for Kiri! plus im a slut for werewolf fics. and also i wanted to post something while work is keeping me from writing something 100% new rn :3 pls note this is NOT plagiarized as I am the original author of the original fic.

side note : if there are any places where it says Jae, Jaebum, etc. lemme know bc it was a quick job i did converting this to a Kiri fic lol like even the title is the same oops

also available on AO3 here

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“🅂o you’re sure you have to leave for tonight, Y/N?” Kirishima inquires, tilting his head in his open palm to crane his bright gaze up toward your face.  

“Yeah, I don’t think I can get out of visiting my parents for dinner this time,” you reply, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear as you cuddle your chin into the warmth of Kirishima’s oversized scarf. The soft fabric grazes under your nose, and your eyes close blissfully as you inhale Kirishima’s strong, spicy aroma mingled with his cologne.

Kirishima watches you through slitted eyes, secretly pleased at your actions. Not that he would ever tell you, because that would be weird. He shuts his eyes tightly, telling himself in his head not to overthink it. Of course you like how he smells, he’s your friend. Friends like how each other smell… right? His body shivers as your fingers naturally slide into his thick, red hair. His face slides down as his body turns to jello, leaning completely on top of the table in complete euphoria at the feeling of your touch. If there was a price to have your hands on him for every hour of the day, he would pay it a thousand times over. His lips part as his jaw instinctively unhinges at your undivided attention like a newborn puppy, chin angling when your fingers slide down to the side of his jaw you brush just underneath it before pulling away.  

“Eiji, I really do have to go,” you murmur, fingers retreating from his form as he lets out a low whine. One of his warm eyes opens, scowling at you playfully.

“Okay,” he sighs when you push out your chair and begin to gather your things. He places some money on the table before following you out of the coffee shop. “I’m jealous, please bring me some of your mom’s noodles. You know how much I like them, and her.“

“I will Eiji. But you’re lucky you’re not coming, because all they ever do is gush about what a cute couple we’d be and it always ends up being weird,” you trail off, nodding to yourself.

Kirishima nods too but his heart jumps at you thinking of him as an intimate partner.

“By the way, thanks for the latte. And tell Mina hello for me when you see her tonight,” you laugh with a suggestive wink.

Kirishima rolls his eyes. “You know I’m only spending the night with her to help her with her… issues."

You smack his arm and scoff. “As if that’s a burden to you! At least you’re spending the night having fun. I’m just gonna be answering the million questions my parents will be asking about you the whole time and falling asleep in my bed by myself."

“It’s not my fault I’m so lovable,” he banters, a cheeky grin splicing between his lips, trying to shake the image of you alone in bed out of his imaginative mind.

“Say that to you baku-squad,” you retort, the two of you now standing in front of the cafe as you linger before your journey to the bus station.

“Hey— wait, is that my scarf?” Kirishima asks, pretending to notice just now when he really did the moment you walked in two hours ago. But you looked so cute all bundled up in his scarf that he decided not to say anything, content to see you warm and happy in his own clothing.

“Huh? Oh, yeah,” you unwrap it from your neck and Kirishima gazes at the newly-revealed skin there with longing, forgetting about the scarf. “Eiji?"

He snaps out of it. “What? Oh— the scarf.. Keep it, I was just teasing,” he mumbles as you hook the material around the back of his neck. He’s considerably tall, massive frame towering over you so much that you have to strain your arms to fling the material onto his shoulders.

“That’s okay Eiji... you look cute in it, so wear it for Mina,” you smile half-heartedly, tugging the fabric at the ends to coil around his throat snugly. “Don’t worry about me."

“I always worry about you, Y/N,” Kirishima gazes into your eyes with a passionate longing undetectable to you. Not Mina, he wants to add.

“Well, don’t, Red, I’ll be okay. I always am,” you trace his jaw slowly with a finger before your hands fall at your sides, brushing off your coat.  

Kirishima nods hesitantly, falling into a quiet, comfortable pace beside you.  

Your boots quickly become cold as the two of you trudge through the slush from leftover snow, the bitter winter breeze chilling your nose and ears. Sooner than either of you would like, you’ve reached the bus station. Kirishima shuffles from foot to foot, arguing with himself as to if he should ask you to stay and have dinner with him instead of going on the hour-long ride to your parents’.  

“Are you sure this is okay? You don’t want me to come with you? Or I can drive you. The roads aren’t that great tonight… Mina will understand. She doesn’t— We’re not dating, you know— me and her, I mean, I only… help her as a friend.. So I can cancel, and she won’t have any issues. She has lots of other guy friends,” Kirishima reasons.

“Eiji,” you chuckle, taking your duffel bag from his hand that he’d carried for the journey here, “Mina needs you.”

But I need you, Kirishima thinks as he bites his lip. “Okay… have a safe ride then. And text me when you get there.”  

“Yes, Dad,” you laugh. You slip into his arms easily, almost naturally, and press your face against his chest beneath his wool jacket.  

Kirishima’s arms encircle you immediately, instinctively pulling you to him as his chin falls atop the crown of your head. “I’ll miss you,” he breathes.

“Don’t be weird, Eiji,” you giggle, pulling away from him much too soon for his liking. “See you tomorrow.”  

Kirishima watches you walk into the bus terminal, duffel bag in your hand with his heart unknowingly tucked deep inside of it.

Kirishima paces back and forth between the couch and the dining table. His nerves are shaky and his body uncharacteristically twitchy. He’d been smelling female wolves around the city all day while he was out with you, but he managed to ward them off with icy glares and his steel-strong self-control. It also helped that you were there to distract him, seeing as when he wasn’t with you, you were the only thing on his mind. But now that he was alone— Mina had cancelled on him to spend the night with an “old friend” that had come back to town— and he was all by himself, he was feeling the full effects of the female wolf hormones he’d breathed in for the past twelve hours.

He closes his eyes as his mind wanders to the image of you wrapped up in his scarf in the cafe; the warm scent of coffee; the condensation on the windows; your light-filled eyes on him; the scent of your freshly-washed hair… He opens his eyes, tongue running over his front teeth as he feels the evident, sharp prod of his elongated cuspids as a result of his piqued interest. He groans, feeling his eyes dilate just the slightest of fractions. He sits on the floor, sliding down the wall with a frown on his plump lips.

Kirishima watches the hands of the clock tick on the wall in front of him for a moment before he shuts his eyes and smacks his head back against the drywall, a loud whine releasing from his throat. The apartment lacks of things that could possibly captivate his attention at the moment; all he can do is think about you— your pretty face, your gentle caress on his skin just hours before. There are no messages from you and his sensitive ears long to hear the chime notification that signifies your safe arrival.  

“Just friends,” he murmurs, “just friends, just friends, just friends."

He tries to breathe in deeply to relax himself, but success quickly slips through his grasp as the scent of you lingers on the scarf casually thrown over the back of the sofa. His jaw clenches as his teeth gnash, taking in your alluring aroma. He tries to think of something— anything else, but he eventually gives up, slamming his palms flat on the hardwood floor as he pushes himself up. He lunges toward the couch, throwing himself onto the open cushions as his hands immediately find the soft cotton. He brings the material to his nose, a low moan falling from his open mouth as the intense smell floods his senses.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, readjusting his hips as he feels his body reacting swiftly to the pull of your scent. He hisses lightly as he feels the blood rush to his pants, wiggling his hips around to feel the delicious friction against his hardening erection. He rubs the inside of his thigh gently with his palm, imagining your small hand instead of his on his jean-clad length. “God, this is so fucked,” he gasps, grip strengthening on himself through his jeans. Originally his plan for the evening consisted of fucking Mina senseless and imagining it was you, but seeing as she had cancelled, this was the next best option.  

Kirishima fumbles with his belt and shimmies out of his jeans, ripping his constrictive t-shirt over his head and whipping it elsewhere into the living room. He kicks the denim off from around his ankles next, one hand holding the soft fabric of the scarf close to his nose and the other trailing toward his throbbing hard-on from the bend of his knee; how he imagines your hand would do.

A feral grunt dislodges from the back of his throat as he pictures your hair falling around your perfectly cherubic face that leans down toward his own, one hand pressing his chest down against the couch cushion and the other hand on his thigh tracing the outline of his cock straining against his briefs. His hips jerk as his forefinger runs from tip to base, his thumb sliding backwards over the previous route to caress the head of his dick gently in circular swipes. He seals his lips together by sucking in the bottom one, his canines lengthened by arousal piercing the soft flesh of the lower lip so that a metal taste floods his mouth, but he only closes his eyes and continues his ministrations.

Kirishima continues to skim the pads of his fingertips over the prominent erection that pushes against his underwear in defiance, face pressed into the back of the sofa so the cushions catch his heavy moans instead of his neighbors. He halts for a moment so he can find a throw pillow to sink his fangs into, positioning the scarf above his lip and against the pillow so it presses right against his hypersensitive nose. A strangled moan tears from him, his hand immediately returning to his leaking hard-on. It dips underneath the band of his boxers before it wraps around his width, squeezing tight. His body shakes and he sucks in a breath, squirming to lay flat against the leather of the sofa. Slowly he moves his hand up to encompass the head, a heavy snarl being lost into the throw pillow. He strokes himself teasingly, thumb trailing behind to caress the aching tip. His hips push into the cushion as his body moves to a natural rhythm, thrusting them up slightly as his fist falls back down toward his abdomen. The thick precum dribbling from his tip lathers his palm so his cock slides into it easily. His eyelashes tickle his high cheekbones as his eyes shut tighter, fingertips tracing the prominent vein on the underside of his shaft.

The sofa wheezes as he shifts, impatiently pushing his briefs down in one tug to rest on his mid-thighs. He scoots off of the sofa and onto the hardwood floor, kneeling as he places his fist onto the tabletop, lining his hips delicately before sliding his length into his firm grasp. He whimpers into the pillow, now damp with his saliva, and hunches over the table, his free arm curled underneath his broad torso. The fabric of the scarf tickles his nose but he inhales deeper, hips pushing in and out of his fist quickly. He imagines you beneath him instead of the table and his fist, moaning with him as his canines sink into your neck to mark you as his and only his. His destitute wails are swallowed by the soft pillow and the scarf as he keeps thrusting steadily, imagination running so wildly he can almost feel your legs on either side of him, pushing him further inside of you.

“Oh, Y/N,” he grunts, cuspids fully lengthened and sharpened now in desire, piercing the soft fabric of the pillow almost enough so his bottom and top teeth could touch through the plush object,” Y/N, I’m gonna—“

Knock knock knock.

Kirishima’s body stills as he opens his eyes, disappointment rushing through him at the sight of the coffee table underneath him. He wants to scream, but he just shuts his eyes, taking a breath in before sliding his hard cock out of his fist and tucking the slick inconvenience back into his boxers. His breath is labored and heavy, but he manages to find his jeans and slip them on anyway. “One sec,” he says loudly, fastening the button before hesitantly wiping his hand on the side of the denim. He can’t help but sulk as he walks over and picks his shirt up from the floor, breathing deeply and hoping his canines aren’t too obvious of an indicator as to what he was just doing… not to mention the angrily-pulsing dick resting against the inside of his thigh.  

He strides toward the door, opening it ready to tell Mina he thought she’d cancel when he’s greeted with your sweet face and the scent of Italian food. His jaw almost hits the floor as he gapes at you, dick pressing longingly against his jeans at your familiar smell, but in person it radiates off of you so strong he almost lunges at you. You’re looking up at him with those bright cheerful eyes he loves, a timid smile on your lips as you swing the takeout bag back and forth behind your back in anticipation.  

“Hi, Eiji,” you smile and set the bag on the ground next to the door before you turn around and take his tense body into your arms, throwing yourself onto him.  

A gasp rips from his throat but quickly turns into a cough, body trembling at your singeing touch. His jaw quivers as he conceals his pointed teeth, angling his thigh away from you strategically. “Y-Y/N, w-what are you doing here?” He manages to ask, lips sealing immediately once the words are pushed out.   His hands remain clenched at his sides; he’s scared that if he touches you now he won’t be able to stop.  

“There was a freak accident on the highway ahead of my bus… We had to turn back. My parents don’t mind though, they said we can reschedule. Maybe you won’t need to miss my mom’s noodles this time; you can come if you want. By the way, I brought Italian!” You smile as you pick up the bag and brush past him, leaving him standing there, looking at the door with a glare.

You move around the sofa and sit on one of the leather cushions, setting the bag onto the coffee table. “Ew Eiji,” he sits next to you stiffly, eyes widening as you reach over to the table and poke a finger into the slick trail of precum that had dribbled out of his fist just moments ago. “What is this? Do you ever clean this apartment?” You giggle, unfolding the paper bag the food had come in and wiping your finger on your skirt. “Anyway, I got food from your favorite place and made sure I got the breadsticks with the extra sauce ‘cause I know you lov—“

A quiet groan escapes Kirishima’s mouth as he puts his head in his hands— your scent, your alluring body, your heart-swelling gaze, just you, being here—it’s too much for his raging hormones.  

“Ei? Are you okay?” You ask, scooting closer and pressing the back of your hand to his forehead. He’s shaking and you don’t know why, so you bring his head to rest against your collar, just above your fluttering heart. “Eiji, you’re burning up…”  

He stays pressed against you, the desperation and torture he felt earlier suddenly fleeting and gone from his body as your own erases them completely. He swallows. It feels so good, but he knows it’s wrong. This is wrong when you’re just his friend and his dick is leaking into his underwear for you as you hold him like this.

“Get out,” Kirishima murmurs, eyes set on the paper bag.  

You still, slowly pulling him. “W-What Eiji?”  

“You need to leave,” he says through his teeth, jaw set tight.  

“Eijirou.. I don’t understand— is this how you treat someone when they bring you your favorite food?” You spit, hands curling into frustrated fists.

Kirishima ignores you, knowing he can apologize tomorrow when he’s in the right mindset but you being here with him at the moment could jeopardize your entire relationship.

“I… Is it… her? Is it Mina?” You murmur, and Kirishima’s gaze turns to you sharply at the drop in your tone. His lips part to say something to soothe your confidence as he sees it shatter. “I didn’t realize— I thought—” you breathe in sharply and shake your head, shooting up from your spot and rushing around the sofa.  

Kirishima beats you to the door, palm reaching over your shoulder to slam it just as you can get it open a sliver. He grabs your biceps, spinning you around and pressing you against the door with his hand as a cushion to break your impact.

“It’s never been Mina,” he snarls, knee splitting your legs and sliding up the gap between your thighs to press against your core; your panties and his jeans the only thing separating your center from his skin.

Your eyes widen and you gasp as his hands cup your face with care, scarlet eyes searing into your own with an intensity you’d never seen before. His pupils are dilating with every second, a black coal seemingly swallowed up by the burning fire of his irises.

“It’s you, Y/N,” he murmurs, eyes shutting into a long blink, and when they open again the red you’re used to is flooded with tendrils of electric amber and yellow. “It’s always been you, and it’ll always be you.”

You gape at him as he holds you there, against his front door, professing his love to you.

“I need you Y/N, I need you so bad it fucking hurts not being able to touch you,” he growls lowly. “If you can’t love me back, you have to leave, now. I don’t want your lust, I can smell it from here,” his honeyed eyes roll back as he takes in a whiff of the wanton-perfumed air around you, mouth parting and you watch his pink tongue slide over his elongated canines, feeling a tremor between your legs. His eyes open and they set straight on yours with a certain determination. 

“I can’t wake up next to you tomorrow and have tonight be just for friends with benefits. I love only you, Y/N,” Kirishima delivers, voice never quivering,“now tell me you feel the same, or go.”

There’s a slight fragility in his gaze that begs you not to break his heart. He peers into you at such a small distance that you can see every brilliant fleck of gold in his sinful eyes, warm ginger bursting around the outer ridges of his irises that focus solely on you. The dim lighting casts stretched shadows from his long, dark lashes; his bronzed skin glowing subtly to intensify his passionate gaze.

“Kirishima,” you place a hand on his clenched but trembling jaw, tilting your face to look him in the eye better. “You’ve been hurting all this time for no reason.”  

His scarlet gaze lights with hope and happiness. “Say it then,” he whispers, words soft and nearly begging, as if he fears if his voice is too loud he’ll wake from a dream.

“Kirishima Eijirou, I love you, too. God, I have beein in love with you for so long,” you reply, and he wastes no time as his mouth descends upon yours. He presses your lips to his passionately, hands resting on your hips and rubbing the smooth skin there underneath your blouse. You gasp as they guide your hips gently in circles against his kneecap, your mouth falling open at his forward actions. He takes advantage of your open mouth and darts his tongue in, tangling it with yours in a powerful embrace.  

His steady clutch on your waist drags your body up his clothed thigh, and a soft, unabashed moan falls from your lips at the action. The taut muscle of his leg between his jeans and your panties rubs graciously against your flustered center, making your head loll back to rest against the door.  

“Don’t do that,” Kirishima groans, a hand leaving your warm hip and tilting your head forward once again to look at him directly. His fingers trail against your smooth neck, feeling the rapid pulse beneath the tender skin. His palm curls softly around the back of your neck, pressing you closer to him as his other arm hooks underneath your bottom. You squeak in surprise and cling to him, legs wrapping around his midsection and core pressing upon his rigid erection.  

You look at him with wide eyes as he throws his head back, sucking in air harshly between his clenched jaw. “Fuck, yes,” he hisses, holding you tighter and stalking over to the sofa. He places you in between the two cushions, standing in front of you and looking down, breathing laboriously before he tilts his head back again, willing for some kind of miraculous strength to get him through the night without sealing you to him forever.

“How come you get to do that and I don’t?” You frown as he looks down at you before he crouches, his face dropping just below your own to gaze up at you.  

“Because you don’t have the urge to sink your three-centimeter canines into my throat,” his upper lip curls back as he shows you the result of his attraction to you.  

You look at him with unintentionally pouted lips, batting your eyelashes as you take in his words. Isn’t that how werewolves marry or something? You think. Kirishima had explained it all once before, one night when you were both wasted at three in the morning at some bar on the outskirts of the city.  

“God, can you look unattractive for one second while I try to pull myself together?” Kirishima groans, a hand running through his disheveled hair.

“Who said I want you to pull yourself together?” You inquire, scooting toward the lip of the cushion.  

Kirishima looks at you warily with an underlying, longing hunger before you place your hands on either side of his sharp jaw and bring his lips to yours. Your eyes close immediately and his blissfully, your hands gliding down his neck to his broad chest. You grapple onto his wide shoulders, one hand burying into the hair at the base of his neck to push him into the kiss even more.  

His throat vibrates gently with an almost-inaudible growl, and you part his tender lips with a swipe of your tongue, the pink muscle coasting in and gently feeling the warm, smooth hardness of his cuspids.

Kirishima untucks your blouse in one pull, fingers nimbly undoing each button before sliding the clothing off your shoulders and tossing it away. His hands lay strategically on your ribs, fingertips brushing the underwire of your bra just barely.  

He pulls you forward into his arms, hands splaying onto your back with delight, fingers undoing the fastening between your shoulder blades with glee. You lean into him as he flings the bra in the direction of the blouse, mouth instantly latching to your breast and tongue twirling around the swollen bud. You wail, pushing him closer as his teeth bump against your nipple and his lips grow taut with a warm smirk, depraved gaze intense as ever.

You want more than ever to throw your head back onto the top of the sofa, but you know you’re forbidden to do so. Instead, you slide your body further down onto the cushions, hips brushing against Kirishima’s torso as his mouth leaves your nipples, your face coming to a stop directly in front of his. Your hands cup his angular jaw again, coaxing his lips onto yours into an ardent kiss. His long eyelashes flutter against your blushed cheeks, his coarse hair drifting softly through your digits.  

His hands land on your rolling hips, scuttling closer on his knees so his crotch feels the steady rhythm. He hums, a primitive trembling in his throat that sounds more like a soft growl. Your hands fall to the hem of his snug t-shirt, which he gladly expels into the corner toward your blouse and bra. You lean back a bit and admire his toned form. His broad chest, pectorals curving dramatically to his wide shoulders seamlessly; the v shape tapering down to the top of his jeans; the faint trail of dark hair waning below the brass button to his jeans; the way his abdominal muscles flex with each heavy breath; the salient outline against his thigh that both he and you know aches for your attention.  

You can’t help yourself. You reach between his strong thighs, fingers skimming along the bulge mockingly. Kirishima’s head rolls full circle, hand clutching your wrist tightly as he stares into you, lips parting and hot pink tongue gliding along his white, sharp teeth. “That was very naughty of you,” he murmurs, honeyed eyes darkening to a burnt orange. Trepidation ignites in your heart, but also desire floods your senses as well as your panties.  

“Eijirou,” you breathe and his lip curls back into a snarl, a loud growl releasing from his throat. His nostrils flare and he swallows harshly.  

“Say it again,” he orders, leaning into your face.

“E-Eijirou,” it comes out as a whisper, but his sensitive ears hear the slight whine to your tone, and his cock jumps at the sound against your eager fingertips. “You like it when I say your name, Eiji?”  

His tongue runs swiftly over his lip, his eyeing your chest hips hungrily. His hand reached forward on its own accord, sliding effortlessly under the soft material of your skirt to press against your warmed, wet panties. His lips curve into a devious smirk, fangs poking out slightly as his dark, copper-tainted eyes set on yours. “Mmm, and you like it when I growl for you, baby girl?”  

“God, yes Eiji,” you answer and gulp at his overwhelming intensity. He trains his gaze to the movement of your fragile throat, tongue flicking around one canine subconsciously. A deep purr of sorts emanates from him in approval, making your legs tremble and press together around his intruding forearm.  

He smiles devilishly, white teeth glinting in the dim lighting. His other hand circles round your back, pushing your tailbone so your body slides forward on the couch, to the very edge of the cushion. His fingers nudge your thong aside, immediately met with your poignant arousal. The tips of his middle and ring finger separate your folds facilely, gliding over your entrance and clit making you bite your lip to hold in an impatient moan. “Oh baby, you’re so wet for me,” he chuckles. “If only we’d figured this out sooner.”

“Eiji, fuck,” you cry when he rubs your clit gently, your jaw trembling as you sag against his arm’s firm hold and the back of the sofa. You can’t throw your head back so you lean forward, elbows falling on Kirishima’s generous shoulders, the side of your face against his soft hair as his tongue guides a pebbled nipple into his mouth, caressing it slowly and pressing it against his teeth. You whimper pathetically, his thumb replacing his fingers as they slide down and glide half-way right into your awaiting entrance.  

He hooks the two fingers and presses repeatedly, making you shove his face closer to your breasts in pleasure. He slides them deeper, knuckles lapping against your slick entrance as his tongue works diligently on your nipple. You clench around him and moan loudly at the depth his fingers achieve, the feeling of total ecstasy near. It had been a long time since a man had touched you, and it was no where near as incredible as having Kirishima’s thick fingers rubbing inside you.

“Eijirou, that feels so—” you warn but he only picks up the pace. He leans down, tongue replacing his thumb smoothly and you almost scream. He strokes your clit fervently, tongue lapping persistently up and down as his long canines brush on either side, his fingers curling and straightening at the same pace. “Fuck Eiji— I’m seriously gonna cum,” you pant, falling back against the back of the sofa.  

He looks up at you mischievously, dark eyes alight with arousal and a touch of humor. You feel his full lips in a smirk as he wraps them around your clit, tongue lavishing it faster. One hand falls to his hair, gripping it tight as the other curls against your mouth, your eyes shutting tight as your orgasm smashes against you like a wave crashing down upon you. You moan, body quivering in Kirishima’s strong grip, wiggling pointlessly against the sofa cushions.  

Kirishima doesn’t cease until you’ve returned from your high, standing up and unfastening his jeans quickly, pushing them down and kicking them off when they reach his ankles. You sit up from your slumped position, hands landing on his thighs and traveling around to rub the backs of them in anticipation. Kirishima watches you hungrily, his thick cock longing for your attention. You lean forward, almost touching where he wants you most, before you look up at him and give him your most innocent doe eyes you can muster after having his sinful session on you just moments before. You bat your lashes and he growls loudly, fists clenching at his sides.  

“Y/N,” he advises, tone a little menacing. You tilt your head and press your lips against his erection through his briefs, a low groan sounding from above you. You kiss down toward the tip and back up to the base of his shaft before you reach up and untuck him, briefs sliding to the hardwood floor. You smirk as you look at what you’ve done to him. His dick is throbbing gently as you rest it against a palm, beads of translucent-white precum adorning the tip of the red, swollen tip. You repeat your kiss trail on his bare skin, his cock twitching at the action as you feel the vein underneath contract harshly. When you reach the base your tongue pokes out, tracing up and down the prominent vein on the underside.  

Kirishima watches you with a dark, maleficent gaze, throat tightening and a growl tumbling out when you take the head into your mouth, sucking teasingly as your tongue dances around the leaking tip. “Fuck yes, baby girl. Just like that."

You retreat with a loud pop, smiling up at him and his heart flutters in his chest at the pureness of it. With an open mouth you glide your tongue along the sides of him to slicken his entire length before your lips encompass the tip and suddenly his dick is touching the back of your throat and you don’t even seem to mind. Kirishima lets out a strangled moan of shock, watching your head bob energetically up and down his hot length. He watches you in awe for a few minutes, just dazed this is really happening and he’s not waking up abruptly like when he’d dreamt this scenario so many nights before.  

He snaps out of it suddenly, aware his cock is tensing the way it does when he’s about to cum. You’d noticed, too, at the feel of the harsh, bulging vein on the under-shaft, slowing down to a halt and leaning back to catch your breath.

“Baby you did so good,” he praises, hands cupping your face and you beam at him proudly. “Now take off your skirt for me.”  

You comply eagerly, shimmying out of the cotton garment, your thong following close behind. Kirishima smugly watches the stings of your arousal snap as your panties are thrown onto the floor, fist stroking his length slowly to keep himself at bay.

“Turn,” he instructs, other hand guiding you to face away from him,” knees on the couch, now.”  

You do as told, looking back at him over your shoulder expectantly. He smiles and steps forward, and your back arches as you feel his length glide against your dripping entrance.  

“Be a good girl for me, okay? Do not let me get anywhere near your throat, got it? If I do, I’ll sink my teeth into you so fast you won’t know what’s happening. And then you’re stuck with me for life. So watch out for yourself, baby. This is your only warning,” he murmurs, lips brushing the shell of your ear before a hand lands on your hip and suddenly he’s pushing into you, a gasp tearing from your throat as he stretches you to your capacity. When his hips bump against your ass your eyes have already rolled back in delirium, your lip falling open in shock.  

He pulls out half-way before sheathing back inside slowly, a whine releasing from your mouth. His hand remains on your hip while the other grabs a fistful of your hair, trailing out again before snapping in. The tip of his cock nestles so deep in you that tears dot along your bottom lashes; the feeling is so blissful and fulfilling that your emotions skyrocket.  

“Eijirou— oh, yes,” you whimper as he repeats the action, movements still paced and measured to help you adjust to his size.

“Feel good, baby? ‘Cuz this feels amazing for me— you feel amazing on me, Y/N,” he grunts, fingers gripping the skin of your hip tighter as he angles your face so he can see it with his other hand.  

“Yes, fuck yes, you feels so good,” you commend as the pace intensifies, making a moan spill out of you. He groans from behind you, letting go of your hair and placing his hand on your other hip to keep you steady. You clutch onto the top of the sofa tightly as he pounds into you, and you gasp as a hand leaves your hip for a moment and delivers a sharp smack to your ass, making your back arch into Kirishima’s grasp. You’re babbling now, your entire body thrumming with pleasure. “Oh god—ohgodohgodohgodohgod.”

Kirishima hisses as he watches the bright pink mark on your ass cheek tremble as his hips slam against yours, bottom lip tucked under his offending cuspids. He licks his lip to keep from drooling onto you, eyes trained on your perfect figure that he’s fucking into the sofa. Pleasure courses through his body, intensified at the sound and obvious proof of your own satisfaction as he thrusts into you quickly.  

“Again,” you lament softly, and if he hadn’t been a werewolf with keen hearing he wouldn’t have heard your request over the assaulting sound of your skin slapping against his. He delivers and slaps your other cheek sharply, a lustful mix between a gasp and a moan escaping you.  

“Fuck, you’re so sexy, baby,” Kirishima admires, smirking as you turn slightly to look at him. He grabs your shoulder and pulls your torso back, slamming it against his as his other hand wraps around your throat snugly to stop his innate temptation to leave his mark there. The other hand leaves your arm and instead bands around your waist, pressing you flush against him. His hips retreat and pound into you in the new position, and you rest your head back onto his shoulder since your neck is safe from his view with his large hand covering it.

You stare into each other as he continues, and you move your hips back as he moves his in, making each thrust more powerful. His lips find yours and they mould easily, your hand coming up to caress his jaw and press his face closer to yours.

“Eiji, your cock feels so good,” you pant between his kisses and potent strokes, “God, you’re so big.”

“Mmm, I love when you talk dirty to me,” Kirishima murmurs against your mouth, a bead of sweat trickling down the side of his face.  

It’s fucked up but his tight hold on your throat is only turning you on more, making your eyes close as each thrust feels better than the last.

“Fuck, Ei,” you groan, slouching back against his toned form as the pleasure is too great.  

“Here, baby,” he says, cock slipping out of you before picking you up, walking briskly out of the common space and into a hallway, then finally into his bedroom. He shuts the door with his foot, laying you gently onto his messy bedsheets and blankets. He rolls you over onto your stomach before he climbs on top of you, hovering above you before he slips back in with ease.  

You moan and tuck your face into the sheets that smell like him, his arms bracing on either side of your head as his forearms rest next to yours, elbows bent and fists clenched. His hips swing effortlessly into yours, making a loud, crude slapping sound echo around the room. You moan almost pathetically into the sheets, turning to lay your face to the side so Kirishima can hear your noises of pleasure. He kisses your cheek sweetly before moving to your jaw and nibbling there gently, his tempo still quick and lethal. His tip, nestled deep inside, assaults your g-spot and you purr in content at the sensation, a gasp escaping you as he plunges in a little more forcefully. His hand wraps around your throat again, lifting your head up as his lips meet yours tenderly. His tongue plays with yours gently, a stark contrast to your hips. The hold on your throat is firm but also soft, and his thumb brushes along your jawline as his fingertips push into your racing pulse.

His hand leaves you and suddenly you’re on your back, Kirishima dragging your body up the bed so your head lays on the pillows. He smiles widely before he swoops in and his lips take yours again. His cock glides right back in, and you moan loudly into the kiss as the tip brushes your g-spot at a different angle than before. Your pussy quivers around him as he picks up the pace again, one arm folding under and around your waist and the other holding your chin, elbow digging into the mattress to keep himself propped up. His kisses trail from your lips to your chin and jaw, tongue sliding out and lathering your skin gently. Your eyes open as it slides down your throat, and the slight point of his canines poke against your skin. You quickly take his head in your hands, guiding his lips back to yours.  

“Baby, I’m gonna cum,” he murmurs against your lips, eyebrows scrunched in concentration, breath heavy as his exhausted hips keep up the erratic pace against yours. He whimpers as your walls constrict around him firmly.  

“I’m close, too, Eiji,” you mumble, legs folding around his waist, your arms tangling around his torso with your hands on each shoulder blade, fingernails gripping his slick skin. One of his hands is pressed into the sheets by your shoulder, propping him up, and the other is going white on your hip from his tight hold.  

“God, you feel so fucking good,” he snarls, voice low and resonating with a growl. You watch his abdomen accordion as he flexes in and out of you with apparent effort, drops of sweat gliding down his broad chest. He throws his head back and whines as your nails dig into his strong shoulder muscles, chasing his imminent ecstasy.  

Watching his body tremble and exert itself to bring you to your euphoria pushes you toward your own climax, and the feeling of his hand on your hip and the way his lip pinches between his teeth makes your eyes roll back and your body tense as you fall off the cliff, hurtling down into the thrashing waves of your orgasm. You call his name in a strangled cry, limbs clutching onto him for dear life as the pleasure shakes through you. His hips don’t stop; plunging further into you and pushing you harder under the tides of your climax. Your body shivers and you’re so out of it you don’t notice Kirishima’s thrusts becoming volatile, his arm that had once propped his torso above yours curling beneath your back to press your torso against his.  

A growl of victory splits from deep in his throat as he approaches his own high, muscles tense in anticipation for the long-awaited prize. He shudders and suddenly his cuspids are lodged deep in your throat, and it feels like he’s just been run over by an eighteen-wheeler of ecstasy. His jaw shakes as his eyes close, abdomen convulsing as he spills deep into you in long, relentless spurts. The combination of his orgasm and his marking you almost make him pass out in an exhaustive pleasure.

Just as you’d come to from your orgasm, searing pain splices through you as Kirishima’s fangs split your skin and neck tissue, your jaw opening but no sound releasing. And just as fast as the pain had arrived, it’s replaced and you’re submerged back into the tidal waves of a new climax, making you clench and flex around Kirishima’s throbbing member that pulses into you.  

His fingers clasp the skin of your hips so strongly the skin turns white, but your own nails lodge into his shoulders to grapple him to you; the both of you holding each other as if your lives depend on it. The sheets around you are twisted and damp from your sweat, but the two of you only seem to care about each other; drifting numbly and blissfully in your shared euphoria.

After a moment Kirishima’s body sags, sliding slightly to the side of yours as his muscles stop tensing and he stops physically releasing into you. His teeth still woven deep into your neck, he doesn’t dare move his face.  

As the tides form your orgasm slowly recede, your body hums in a warm satisfaction and a certain numbness. Your hands rove over Kirishima’s expansive back soothingly, and he exhales with a content but tired moan in response.  

Very timidly, Kirishima stretches his jaw to the maximum before he pulls away from your neck, leaving your head buzzing lightly. He licks the puncture wounds instantly, enzymes in his saliva helping to start the healing process while he cleans away the scarlet blood that beads there. He ghosts a kiss over your jaw before he pulls away, smiling warily as his eyes meet yours.  

The primal amber and yellow shades are gone, leaving behind the warm red you’d fallen in love with. They cast over your face in total adoration, with a hint of fear.  

He looks away as he slides out of you, his release immediately following and forming a wet puddle on his sheets. Your cheeks flush even though it isn’t your fault, but he just smiles and presses a kiss to one of them as if silencing your unnecessary embarrassment.  

Kirishima reclines next to you, pulling the blanket at the foot of the mattress up to rest on top of the two of you. He collects you into his arms, your body weak and unprotesting. His legs entwine with yours, pressing every piece of skin he can to yours. He makes sure to be careful with your neck, kissing it gently once more before settling his face next to yours. The kiss makes the skin tingle and heat, a fuzzy warmth flooding your body as you smile shyly.  

“I told you not to let me get near your neck,” Kirishima says softly as your eyes close, eyelashes brushing over his collarbone. “Do you know what this means, Y/N?” He tries again at your silence, thinking you don’t understand the severity of the situation. His fingertips run up and down your naked spine relaxingly.  

“It means you need to work on your self-control,” you murmur, giggling quietly into his chest.

“Y/N, this isn’t a joke,” he says lowly, “I don’t kno-“

You cut him off. “It isn’t a joke, I know, Eijirou. It means we’re tied together, forever— meaning we, this, us— we’re permanent. We’re wolf-married or whatever the term is now, I know. You can never love another person again, and neither can I,” your hand rests on his pectoral, a finger tracing along his nipple so you have something to look at instead of his face. “If you can’t deal with that, I’m sorry, but I can. I’m yours, Kirishima, always have been, always will be. If you don’t want that, then I’m sorry but you just sealed your fate with mine and there’s nothing I can do about that.”

“Oh,” Kirishima exhales, blinking. The only light in the room is from the window above the desk, moonlight casting the bed in a dim white light. He shuffles, pulling your body closer to his, smiling into your hair with a stupidly happy grin. “I just wanted to make sure that’s what you want. I.. uh, I feel the same,” he murmurs against the shell of your ear giddily.  

“Good,” you reply, eyes closing as you nuzzle your face closer to his warm heart.

It’s silent for a moment before Kirishima clears his throat gently. You peek one eye open, awaiting his words.

“Um… I love you, Y/N… a lot,” he says rather nervously, gulping softly as he pauses for a response.

“I love you too, Eiji,” you kiss his chest gently, sighing contently.

“And, uh, Y/N?”  

“What, Eiji?”

“I’m glad it’s you who I’m wolf-married to.”

   ─── ・°* ﾟ✧:* • ｡ﾟ:*･☽･*: ｡ﾟ•*:✧ ﾟ*°・ ───

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And Off She Goes: The Final Decision

Part 2! I tried to make it longer, but tumblr only allows 1,000 words or characters, something like that. Oops, oh well lol. I hope you enjoy the final part of this 2 part series! Thanks Anon for requesting this! It was pretty fun to write :)

Kelso walked into the living room to see Robbie sitting on the couch with Leia, Luke, and Betsy. Those two had been inseparable ever since he introduced them and he honestly couldn't be happier. When they met, it was awkward at first and looking at them was like looking at polar opposites. Betsy, looking more like Brooke than Kelso, with her long flowing brown hair, with Brooke's brown eyes and inherited her tall frame and slim figure. While Robbie had the same hair color and eye color, she had Kelso's eyes all the way, shoulder length hair, and was a little bit shorter, with Y/n's height and body figure.

Kelso was worried that those weren't going to get along, but when the started talking about teenage girl stuff, they became instant best friends, and Kelso was so grateful for it.

"Hey, Robbie, what are you doing?"

"Watching Friends," she responded, barley looking up. "What's up?"

He let out a nervous breath and rubbed his hands together. "You like food?"

"It's pretty essential for living, so yeah, I would say that I do," she quipped, this time looking at him with a smirk.

She had her mother's sarcasm and same devious look. He looked at his daughter with an amused smile before shaking his head. "Do you want to go grab food and maybe a catch a movie?"

"All three of us?" Betsy asked.

"No, honey, just me and Robbie."

"Oh, okay," she responded, confused, thankfully understanding why.

"Uh...yeah, sure," Robbie responded and stood up, giving her cousins and sister a quick squeeze for a hug before grabbing her coat off the coat rack. "Where we going?"

"What food do you like?"

She shrugged. "Pizza or burgers are fine."

"Yeah? You like burgers?" he asked, smiling. "I do too. I know a great joint we can go to."

"Do you have an In-N-Out here?" she asked as they walked out the door and up the concrete steps.

"Do we have a what?"

Her eyes grew wide. "Seriously?! You don't have one here."

"No," he responded slowly but smirked. "But I know a pretty damn good place for one."

"Fatso Burger?" Robbie asked as they pulled up to the giant clown head. "Really? What is it like, a McDonald's or something?"

"First of all, how dare you disrespect Fatso Burger?" Kelso asked, feigning offense. "It's way better than McDonald's!"

"I don't know," she replied, getting out of the car.

"Looks like Miss California hasn't seen it all then."

Robbie looked at him with a glint in her eye. "Have you ever been to Disneyland?"

"No. Have you?"

"Dude, I live in southern California, of course I have!"

"Lucky," he murmured, opening the door for her. "I wish I could go to Disneyland."

"Looks like Mr. Wisconsin hasn't seen it all then," she mocked him, causing a laugh to escape him.

"Okay, okay truce."

As they walked to the front counter, she scanned the menu as they waited in line.

"Do you know what you're going to get?" he asked her.

She hummed. "No, not really. What do you recommend?"

"Well, what do you like?"

"The fattier the better. I like lots of bacon and fat and all the other goodness that can clog your arteries."

Kelso nodded his in approval. "You and I have that in common. I'll get you what I'm having."

When they reached to the cash register, they ordered their meal and sat down at a booth, waiting for their food.

"So, what movie are we going to go see?" she asked as they sat awkwardly at the table.

"What do you want to see?"

"Well, there's this movie that came out last week and I really want to see it."

"Which is?"

"Father of the Bride Pt: 2."

"So, you like comedy?"

"Oh, yeah," she responded. "I love comedy, action, horror, maybe even a good rom com or two, but not really into those chick flick type movies."

He chuckled to himself, starting to see the resemblance and similar interests.

"Alright, kid. I got you. I got a place to take you after the movies."

Y/n was sitting down on her bed, painting her nails when she heard a knock on the door.

"It's open."

Donna emerged through awkwardly and cautiously. "Hey."

"Hey," Y/n replied surprised. "What's up?"

"How are you?" she asked.

"I'm doing okay," Y/n answered, feeling hopeful that her best friend was talking to her again. "How are you?"

Donna nodded with tight lips. "I'm doing alright. I'm still in shock that you're here."

"Yeah? Me too."

"It feels like you never left, even though you did for seventeen years..."

Y/n sighed and screwed the maroon red bottle cap on. "Listen, I know I was gone for a long time...longer than I should've and I'll forever regret that and be sorry for the rest of my life. And I know you're pissed at me, so if you're going to yell at me, go ahead. I deserve it."

"No, that's actually not why I'm here."

Y/n was taken aback by this. "What's up?"

Donna sighed and walked over, sitting on the edge of her bed. "I-I wanted to say that I was sorry for how I reacted seeing you and how I've been acting towards you this last week."

Y/n frowned. "Donna, you don't have to apologize. I know I hurt you; I hurt everybody. You have every right to be pissed at me."

"I know, but...someone very wise told me that I needed to be an adult and just tell you how I feel instead of being mad at you and..." She fiddled with her hands, a nervous habit that she developed during childhood. She took a deep breath and looked Y/n in the eye. "You really hurt me when you left and stopped making contact with me. Even when I tried to call or write to you, I never heard anything back. I always wondered what I did wrong to make you drop me like that."

Y/n looked down in shame. "It wasn't something you did. It was something I did and was too scared to come forward and take responsibility for it."

"I know that now," Donna responded. "I just...I really missed my best friend. Robbie told me that you talk about me to her. I didn't think you even thought about me anymore. Or about any of us."

Y/n shook her head. "There wasn't a day where I didn't think of all you. Donna...I am so sorry what I did. If I could take it back I so would. I'm more ashamed of myself now than when I found out I was pregnant with Kelso's baby."

"Yeah, speaking of that," Donna said. "When the HELL did you sleep with Kelso? And why?"

Y/n couldn't help but chuckle at Donna's reaction. "It during my holiday break and it was after I walked in on Steven cheating on me. Kelso took me out for a burger the day after and...I was really broken up about it and he wanted to help me feel better."

Donna's shocked gaze never left Y/n's face. "Seriously?"

Y/n nodded. "Yeah..."

"Did you know that he had feelings for you?

She nodded, lips in a thin line. "I did. I wish I would've seen that."

"When you left...I'd never seen him so...depressed," Donna continued. "He was a complete different person."

"So I've heard."

"No, I don't think you really understand the full extent of it. He just...stopped living for a while. It's like he was on autopilot the whole time. We thought he was just sad that you left, but when you never came back, it all made sense."

Y/n looked up at him. "I didn't know that part."

Donna nodded, eyes casting down. "Took him a while to get back to normal." She looked back up at Y/n who was looking at her with watery eyes. "But I'm really glad you're back."

"Me too," she said lowly. "I made a mistake that I'll never be able to make up for. I'm hoping my being here is a way to start."

"It won't if you disappear for another thirteen years."

"No, no." Y/n shook her head. "I actually plan on being here more often. After seeing everybody and your children...I want to be apart of their lives more. And Robbie deserves it."

Donna gave her a genuine smile for the first time. "I'll hold you to it."

"Besides, I think it'll be good for her. She doesn't exactly have the best reputation back at home."

The red head shrugged. "It could be. Being around more family and knowing that she is loved will probably keep her from getting into trouble."

"Yeah..." Y/n trailed off.

"I forgive you by the way," Donna said after a minute of silence. "I stayed so mad at you for seventeen years. I'm tired of harboring my anger and seeing you here...I just can't do it anymore."

Y/n nodded, tears brimming her eyes for the hundredth time since coming home. "Thank you. That means so much to me."

"Doesn't mean I can't forget what you did though," she continued. "You could've told me that you were having a baby. I would've helped."

"How? I lived across the country."

"My mom lives there you dink," Donna said and chuckled. "I would've found a way."

"You're not the only one who's told me that and I wish I would've believed it."

"Now you do and that's what matters."

Y/n nodded. "Thank you, Donna."

Donna stared at her for a moment before rolling her eyes with a grin on her face. "Bring it in, you big, emotional baby."

Y/n laughed, sniffling as she wrapped her arms around her best friend. "I'm still so sorry. I hope we can move passed this."

Donna pulled away and sat back. "If you're around more often, than yeah. We'll get through it. We always did and we always will."

Y/n wiped her nose on her sleeve. "I promise."

"Good. Now, I need to know more details about you and Kelso!"

Y/n laughed. "It was...incredible. The best night of my life. And quite frankly, the best I've ever had."

Donna's eyes grew wide. "Seriously?! Oh, my God!"

"Yeah," Y/n responded with a bewildered smile. "He definitely knows how to please a woman."

"Oh, my God!" Donna laughed. "I still can't believe it! You were sleeping with Hyde for a while and then slept with Kelso, making you have his baby!" She lightly punched Y/n's arm. "Why didn't you tell me about you and Hyde?! I can understand Eric, but seriously! You know how to keep a secret."

"Ow!" Y/n laughed and rubbed her arm. "We didn't want anyone to know because, well, it would've stirred so much trouble. And besides, it was hotter that way." She winked at Donna who then eyes rolled into the back of her head, almost falling off the bed.

"I can believe it!" she screeched.

"Yeah, join the club."

"But Kelso?" Donna said. "You decided to go with the playboy of the town and then got knocked up by him."

"You know as I scared as I was, I don't regret it. I regret what I did to Robbie, but I love her more than life itself."

"Well, that's one hell of a goodbye gift," Donna laughed.

"Yeah, a very expensive goodbye gift," she giggled.

Donna got up from the bed and headed for the door. "Well, I better go shopping. I need to finish up my Christmas shopping."

Y/n nodded. "Have fun. I'll talk to you later."

"...Do you want to come?"

"Really?"

"Yeah. It'll be fun. We can grab some hot chocolate and go have lunch if you'd like."

Y/n tried to not show her excitement as she got up from the bed. "Yeah...I would love to come! Thank you. I've been wanting to get more presents for Robbie and everyone else."

"Great," Donna smiled. "I'll get my purse."

"Where are we going?" Robbie asked as they drove down an empty road, Christmas music playing softly in the background.

"You'll see," he responded. "It's nothing special, but it's a place where me and your mom and everybody else used to hang out. Holds a lot of memories."

He turned onto a dirt road as Robbie knitted her eyebrows together. "Is there where you're going to murder me?"

Kelso couldn't help but laugh. "No, not at all."

Robbie nodded, biting the inside of her lips as he slowly drove through a wooded area.

"Mom tells me you used to be a cop."

He stopped the car and put it into park as they reached their destination. "Yeah, I was. I wasn't a very good one."

She raised an eyebrow at him. "Why's that?"

"I got kicked off the force," he said without looking up at her.

She scoffed. "For what?"

"For being a dumb, young kid," he responded and looked up into his daughter's eyes--his eyes. "Your mom told me what a troublemaker you are back at home."

She averted his eyes and looked down into her lap. "Yeah, a little bit."

"Look, I know a part of it has something to do with me not being there for you, but I want you to know that I would've if I had known about you. I used to get into a lot of trouble when I was your age."

"Really?"

"Yeah," he laughed. "The things we would pull, I swear I'm surprised we didn't end up in prison. Of course, most things we pulled were mostly harmless."

"Yeah? Like what?" she asked, turning to him.

"Well, for starters, we used to trench a neighbors yard just because he was a grumpy old man. Now, it's not so funny ever since getting my own house."

She laughed. "What else?"

"Well, um," he said, thinking before clicking his tongue. "One Christmas, we took presents that were meant for the less fortunate kids and opened them all."

Her eyes grew wide. "No! You didn't!"

Kelso laughed. "We did. Your grandfather caught us and I swear I was about to see what the inside of my ass looked like."

Robbie's face scrunched up as her dad laughed. "That's an image."

"No, but seriously, we almost got our asses kicked."

"What else?" she asked, more curious than ever.

"Well, the worst one I did is when I got together with Laurie, your aunt."

"You didn't!"

"I did," he laughed. "Let me tell you, Eric and Red were not happy."

"And then you slept with mom, impregnating her."

"Yep. Just my luck," he said, scoffing, but turned to look at her. "But I wouldn't change it."

Robbie gave him a tight lipped smile. "I'm glad you don't regret me or Mom."

"No, of course not. Listen, what happened between me and your mom...I wouldn't take it back. My only regret is not knowing about you and not being able to be apart of your life."

"It's not your fault though. It's Mom's."

"I know," he agreed, nodding. "But it was you who got the short end of the stick. And that wasn't fair."

Robbie looked down sadly. "It really wasn't. I missed out on a lot."

It was silent for a minute as Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas was the only sound filling the air.

"But Mom already knows that," she continued. "And honestly, even though what she did was really crappy, I think she's suffered enough. She's been through a lot this last week with being here."

He nodded. "You're probably right."

"She's still a really good mom though. She made sure I was always taken care of. She wasn't around much because of how much she had to work and study, but when she was there, she was the best."

A soft smile spread on his lips. "You have no idea how happy I am to hear that."

A grateful smiled graced her face as she looked ahead. "Are we front of a water tower?"

Kelso snapped out the sentimental moment and looked forward. "Yeah. We hung out here quite a bit."

Robbie raised an eyebrow at him. "You hung out here? Couldn't find anywhere else to hang out?"

"Hey, it was the 70's in the middle of nowhere. We didn't have much have a beach to go to."

"What about lakes?"

"Do you want to drive at least two hours everyday?"

She made a face at him. "That sounds miserable."

He shrugged at her. "It's not so bad. After living in Chicago for a while, you tend to miss it here. This is home, you know?"

Robbie bobbed her head, agreeing. "I can understand that."

"Yeah...come on let me show all the spots where I fell," he said excitedly and jumped out the car.

"You WHAT?" she exclaimed, following after him.

Kelso laughed as he led her closer to the tower. "Yeah. I had to have fallen off this thing countless times."

"There's the missing piece to the puzzle," she mumbled.

"What?"

"Nothing," she grinned and looked up, seeing a familiar green leaf. "Is that a pot leaf?"

Kelso looked up, breaking out into a smile. "Yeah," he laughed.

She stared at it, protruding her tongue into her cheek. "That is the most 70's thing I've ever seen." She looked a little bit farther to the right and saw a familiar black heart. "Does that say 'Kelso and Jackie forever?'"

"Yeah, I dated Jackie for a while," he chuckled. "Hyde was not pleased. And I fell off the tower right after that."

Robbie cleared her throat. "No comment."

"Yeah...probably be better if you didn't."

"You guys sound like you were a mess."

He sighed, rubbing his neck. "We were. But at the end of the day, we were family."

"Yeah...must be nice."

As he stared up at the water tower, he could still hear the distinct laughing, joking, cheering, and screams as he fell off the tower.

"I'm going to go up," Robbie announced and made her way towards the ladder.

"What--? No!" He ran after her, stopping in front of her. "It's way too dangerous!"

"That's rich coming from you."

He looked at her dumbfounded. "Did you not just hear what I told you?!"

"You worry too much." She pushed passed him and he easily grabbed her elbow.

"No, you're not," he said sternly. "I'm not going to let you get hurt. I got lucky that I wasn't killed. Someone did die from falling here and I will not let you be the next one."

"Come on, I've done worse."

He eyed her. "Like what?"

She shook her head. "Doesn't matter."

"Mhmm. That's a still a no from me."

"Then come up with me."

"No."

"Come on, please?"

"No."

"Just a little bit?"

"I don't even know what that's supposed to mean, but no."

"C'mon...for old times sake?" She gave him these puppy eyes--her mom's puppy eyes--that he couldn't resist.

He groaned in frustration. "Okay, fine! But only for five minutes."

"Okay!" she said excitedly and skipped towards the ladder, climbing it eagerly.

"Robbie, be careful!" he called out as he climbed the ladder after her. "These railings get slick when cold out! Besides, who knows when the last time this was worked on."

"I'll be fine!" she called out as she was already half way up.

"Hey slow down! I'm not as young as I used to be."

"C'mon, old man, you can do this!"

"Oh, I know you just didn't call me old!"

She reached the top and stuck her tongue at him. "Come on!" When she stood up straight, she saw the view. It was covered in trees, but through the branches, she could see the neighborhood. "Oh wow, this is cool."

Kelso met her at the top, out of breath. When he looked down, he didn't realize how far up it was and felt his world start to wobble. He clung onto the rail, desperate to steady himself. "Oh, I forgot how high this was."

"You scared of heights?" she teased.

"Not usually," he gulped. "I haven't been up here in years."

She giggled at him. "Come on, Mr. Police Officer, didn't you have to save cats from trees or something like that?"

"That's firemen," he said, gripping the railing with white knuckles.

She made a face at him as if to say oh, I'm sorry, my bad, but with a little more attitude.

"Okay, whatever," she said. "But didn't you like, have to save people from jumping off buildings or bridges or whatever?"

He nodded, trying not to show his nervousness. "Yeah, but I was usually on steady ground."

"Just don't look down," she suggested and took a seat on the edge with her feet dangling. "It's easier if you sit down."

"Yeah, I got it," he said and took a seat next to her, grunting. "I'm not as in shape as I used to be."

"Yeah, you're like, what, fifty?" She smirked at him.

He made a face at her. "Ha, ha very funny. I'm actually thirty-seven."

"Whatever, you're still old."

"Hey, before you know it, you'll be my age too."

"Nah," she teased, elbowing him lightly and looked down.

"So, uh," he said awkwardly and cleared his throat. "Any, uh, any boys?"

She blew air out of her nose, chuckling and scratched her eyelid, doing her best to avoid eye contact. "No."

"You...like boys...right? I mean, I don't judge!"

"Oh, my God, yes," she laughed. "I just...uh, I don't know. Haven't found one that is worth it."

He nodded his head, feeling a little relieved. "That's good."

"I mean, that didn't stop me from getting to know some boys--"

"Yeah, okay, I don't need to hear anymore."

She threw her head back, laughing. "Oh, come on. Don't be such a prude. Mom told me you were a lady killer in high school."

"Yeah, not my finest moments," he replied, looking down at her.

"What made you change then?"

A beat passed before he smiled softly at her. "Your mom. And then your sister."

Robbie looked down, playing with her nails. She felt a little awkward at the sudden sentiment in his voice, but also felt a warmth spread through her chest. Something she never felt before. Not like this. The closest thing she ever felt this was when she would tangled in the sheets with a boy, but that was nothing compared to this feeling. "I wouldn't take you as a family man."

Snickering, he looked away from her and straight ahead into the trees. "I didn't use to be."

"And now?"

He gently nodded. "Yeah, I am. And I wouldn't even think about going back to the way I was. I wouldn't want my daughters being with someone like me."

My daughters. The words she longed to hear from him her whole life seemed to flow naturally to him. She wasn't used to hearing it that came from a man.

She smiled to herself before looking up at him. "You already look at me as your daughter, huh?"

"Well, yeah. Because you are," he answered and turned to look at her completely. "Listen, I want to be apart of your life. However that may be. I want to..." he sighed, trying to figure how to get out what he was feeling without scaring her away. "I want us to have that bond that me and Betsy do. Regardless how far I am or how long I've known you. I just want to be in your life. If you'll have me..."

Robbie nodded, sniffling. "I want that too."

He gave her tightlipped smile and nodded. "Good. I'm glad we're on the same page."

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Shoot."

"Do you still like my mom?"

He froze at her question. He definitely wasn't expecting that. Did he still have feelings for her? It's been so long since he'd last seen her and she hurt him deeply, more than anyone has ever hurt him. But seeing her again, seeing how beautiful she looked even after all these years, made his heart start beating the same way like when they were in high school.

All these years, no one had been able to make him feel like that. And he was so sure it was because he hadn't found the right woman. Yes, he had dated other women, slept with them, but none of them compared to her. Never to Y/n. He'd be lying if he said he didn't think about their night together almost two decades ago. He thought about it almost everyday. Especially when he was home alone at night.

He knew when he told her that he didn't love her anymore, it was probably a lie, but he promised himself after she left he would never fall back in love with her. But now...he wasn't sure anymore. And that worried him. A lot.

"I'm...not sure," he said slowly. "Your mom and I went through a lot."

"I know. She told me," she replied and looked ahead into the thick of the trees.

"I'm sorry you grew up in a broken home," Kelso said after a minute of silence, his heart wrenching.

"It wasn't broken. Not completely anyway," the younger Kelso replied and grinned at him, showing her dimples. "Just...small. I didn't realize how broken it was until...well, until I came here."

Michael hesitated for a moment before slowly reaching his hand over to her head and caressed her hair, afraid Robbie would pull away, but she didn't. Instead, she welcomed it and just with a fraction of an inch, leaned into his touch.

They thought this would be awkward, and maybe it was a little bit, but neither of them realized just how much they needed a moment like this--especially her. And the longer she stayed in Point Place, the less she wanted to leave.

--Time Skip--

"Do you think Robbie would like this?" Donna asked as she held up a light blue sweater.

"Probably the design but not the color," Y/n responded and walked over to the rack where Donna stood. "If it's black she'll like it the most. She's into that punk rock look."

"Seriously, are you sure she's Kelso's kid?" Donna joked. "She sounds a lot like Hyde in high school."

Y/n laughed and looked up from the rack to her friend. "Yeah, she definitely is. I think she looks more like him than me."

"I see it," the red head replied and draped a black version of the sweater over her arm. "She also looks a lot like you."

She smiled and shook her head. "Nah, she's beautiful...like her father."

Donna snapped her head up at her friend who was too busy going through racks to find another sweater for Kitty. "What did you say?"

Y/n's eyes snapped up to Donna's wide ones. "I--I just said t-that Robbie looks like Michael. That's all," she stammered, chuckling.

"No, you didn't!" Donna almost exclaimed. "You said she's gorgeous like her dad!"

Y/n shushed her feverishly as people started to stare. "Keep your voice down, will you? I don't need the whole store to hear."

"You like Kelso, don't you?"

Y/n sighed and turned back to Donna. "I don't know," she replied after a beat passed. "We were best friends in high school. I mean, we were really close. I saw a side of him that even you guys didn't really see. I never even looked at him that way."

"Because you had a thing for Hyde," Donna deadpanned and started looking through the racks of close again.

"Yeah, pretty much, but Donna, I just...ditched him. Without a second thought."

"Yeah, I know," she grumbled.

"I was so caught up in Hyde's and I relationship and then clouded by my heartbreak that I..." she trailed off, reliving the past. Like a movie was playing out in her head. "I just left him...in the dust. I had no idea about his feelings towards me or even how much I hurt him when I left."

"You had no idea?" Donna asked incredulously. "What friend sleeps with another just to 'make you feel better?'" She air quoted.

"I just thought he'd always wanted to get into my pants like he did with you and Jackie and well, every other girl in school." Donna raised an eyebrow at her. "Look, I didn't know, okay?! Can you blame me? I was so devastated that I didn't even care if I became on of those other girls. I just wanted to feel better."

"And did you?"

Y/n shrugged. "Kinda, yeah...at the time. I mean, he was the best I've ever had. Even now, I've been with a few guys after him and the sex was never the way it was with Michael. No man could ever compare to him."

"So...it sounds like you compared every guy you've dated to him?"

Y/n thought about it for a minute. "Yeah, I guess so. No guy was ever as sweet as him, or as funny as him, or who...wasn't anything like him."

"Yep. You like Kelso."

"Shut up! No, I don't."

"You so do!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No--!"

"Alright, we could do this all day," Donna cut in. "You like him, don't deny it."

Y/n slumped her shoulders. "I don't know...maybe." She wiped a hand down her face in frustration. "It's pointless too since I'm going back to California after New Years and he's going back to Chicago."

Donna didn't respond but flicker her eyes up to Y/n before going back to earrings that she was just looking at.

"It's not like it would matter anyway," Y/n continued. "It's too late. He's moved on. And I'm the idiot that didn't see what was in front of me this whole time."

"I wouldn't say he's moved on," Donna said casually as she added a necklace to her cart.

Y/n scrunched her eyebrows together in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"You're as oblivious as you were in high school," she grumbles and sighs. "He still has feelings for you."

"No, he doesn't!"

"Are you blind?! I see the way he's been looking at you. It's like we're in high school all over again. You know, except with kids."

"Donna, even if I did liked him, it really doesn't matter. He wants nothing to do with me. To be realistic, he's going to be involved in our daughter's life and that's it. And that's all I need."

"As long as you're happy..."

"I am," Y/n said shortly. "Robbie needs her father and seeing her happy here has never made me as happy as I am now. She deserves this."

"Okay, well, I better not see you in another thirteen years declaring your love for Kelso."

Y/n laughed. "That won't ever happen."

"I'll hold you to it."

Later that evening...

Y/n and Donna were holed up in the living room wrapping their presents for everyone. Eric had taken the kids out to eat, allowing them to wrap the gifts.

With the last fold of paper and tape, the two women had finished their shopping and their wrapping. The whole time, they joked and laughed just like they used to in high school...and Y/n didn't realize just exactly how much she missed it until now.

"So, what are you going to do for the rest of the night?" Donna asked after they were done putting the gifts under the tree. They now sat on the couch, drinking a glass of wine.

"I don't know," she answered. "Maybe watch some TV, read a little...I'm on vacation, so the possibilities are endless. What about you?"

"Well, Hyde and Jackie are coming over later...and so is Kelso..."

Y/n froze for a fraction of a second before sipping on her wine. "Okay, sounds fun."

"Yeah, Hyde says he has a surprise for all of us."

The y/h/c knitted her eyebrows together. "Like what?"

"I don't know, but he seemed pretty excited about it."

Y/n shrugged. "Guess we'll find out when he gets here."

Later, later that night...

"Man, I haven't done this in a really, really long time," Hyde said, eyes red and halfway closed.

The familiar smoke wisped and floated throughout the room.

"Me neither," Eric coughed. "Having kids changes you." He looked around the familiar room, memories from high school hitting him like a freight train. "But this basement sure hasn't."

"No kidding," Y/n stated and looked at her old friends group with hazy eyes. "I haven't been able to do this since I moved. I don't know anyone in California that can get this stuff so easily. Hey, Hyde, is Leo still kicking it?"

"That's where I got my stash from, man," Hyde responded with lazy smile.

"Where is Leo?" Donna asked, slowly and squinting.

"He's everywhere, man," Hyde said breathily. "Everywhere. I turn around and bam! he's there. I don't know how he does it. He's like some sort of ninja man!"

Sitting to his right was Kelso, smiling widely and laughing. "You think if we turned around he's here right now?"

"No, you idiot," Fez said. "He's a ninja, not the teleporter."

"Who's the teleporter?" Jackie asked, head resting against Hyde's shoulder.

Fez shrugged with a large smile plastered on his face. "I don't know. I just made him up." He gasped and stared at the group wide eyed. "That would be such a cool superpower!"

"I think I'd rather be Luke Skywalker," Eric said.

The group groaned.

"Eric, you've been saying that since 1977. Give it a rest, will ya?" Y/n said and turned back to Hyde. "Hey, isn't there a car that runs on water?"

Hyde gasped as everyone turned their attention to Y/n.

"Why? Why--why would you mention that?" Eric said. "Now, we're never going to hear the end of--"

"There's this car that runs on water, man!" Hyde exclaimed excitedly.

"WE KNOW," the group said in unison.

Silence took over before they all burst into fits of laughter.

"Man, this is just like old times!" Kelso laughed.

"It's like nothing's changed!" Jackie added.

"Well, not exactly," Eric said and jerked his head towards the stairs. "You know, if it wasn't for the kids sleeping upstairs."

"Yeah, just like old times," Y/n mumbled, hunched over, stealing a glance over to Kelso through her eyelashes.

Kelso mirrored her sitting position, picking at his nails as he dared to look up at her. Their eyes met and he quickly looked away, ignoring the sudden skip in his heartbeat.

Donna noticed and leaned back in the lawn chair, eyeing them two. "Maybe not, but it's pretty damn close."

Y/n was about to ask what she meant by that when she heard someone calling her.

"Mom?"

Y/n gasped and jumped up from her seat. "Get rid of it! Get rid of it!" she squeaked, whispering. She fruitlessly waved the air with her hands as if trying to fan out the smoke.

Hyde and Kelso quickly grabbed the leftover stash and threw it in the bathroom while Donna opened the door and grabbed a nearby fan, plugged it in, and turned it on.

"Act natural!" Y/n whispered-yelled.

Hyde scrambled to sit in his what-used-to-be normal seat and fumbled for his aviators, but failed to realize he didn't wear those anymore. So, he opted for a random magazine on the table that hasn't been touched since 1979 and covered his face.

Jackie dive bombed for the seat next to him on the couch, keeping a straight face and stared straight ahead with no expression on her face, pretending to be concentrated on whatever was in front of her.

Donna quickly turned the tv on to The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air playing and jumped onto the couch next to Jackie and raised her long legs on the table with one draping over the back of the couch, and pretended to watch the tv.

Kelso ran over to the old record playing and pretended to examine an old Styx record, but decided to exaggerate it and hold it up in the air with his pointer finger and thumb caressing his chin.

Fez stumbled, turning around frantically, trying to decide where to sit when he ran over to the freezer and leaned over the freezer a little too much--at an awkward angle of all things. He looked up and saw Eric sitting on a chair--backwards. Not even facing the TV. Away from it actually, facing the stairs.

Thankfully, Eric was facing Fez and Fez gave him the widest smile, fakest smile he was able to muster.

Y/n stared at her friends with deadpanned eyes and jaw slack. The fact that they were full, grown adults with lives and children who still acted like rebellious teenagers blew her mind.

"Now, is this acting natural?" she hissed.

"You're judging us?" Hyde asked, judgment dripping in his tone. "You're the one leaning against the door like you're some 1940's detective hiding in the shadows."

Y/n opened her mouth to respond when she heard footsteps on the heavy wooden stairs. "Mom?"

"Hi, honey!" Y/n said awkwardly, plastering on a smile. "What're you doing up?"

"I wanted some water...what're you doing?" Robbie asked, noticing everyone in weird position. She noticed the weird, skunk-like smell emitting from the room. "You guys burning some incense or something?"

"Yes," Y/n answered. "That's what we're doing. Just hanging out like the old days."

Robbie eyed everyone who were all acting...strange. "Do you guys normally hang out at 1 o'clock in the morning like this?"

"Like what, baby?" Y/n asked, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.

"All...weird and stuff..."

"Yes, we do," Kelso responded. "We're just a weird group when we all get together."

"Okay..." Robbie responded slowly. "I'm just going to go get some water and...go back to bed." She looked at them suspiciously before turning around and head back upstairs.

The smell, the behavior...oh yeah, it was all too familiar with the seventeen year old girl. She knew exactly what they'd been doing. She smirked to herself as she shut the basement door behind her. She was not going to let her mom live this down.

After Robbie left, Y/n let out a sigh of relief and wiped her forehead. "That was close."

"Yeah," Fez said. "It's a good thing we're naturals!"

Y/n tightened her lips into a thin line and nodded. "We sure are. Let's not do this again with the kids sleep upstairs. We're out of practice with this."

The group agreed as they sat down for a while, watching tv as they waited for their highs to dissipate.

Around 3 am, everyone decided to head out and go to bed. As Y/n waved everyone off and bid goodnight to Donna and Eric, she turned, turning the tv off. She spun back around to get the light when she saw Kelso had stayed behind.

She jumped, startled. "Oh!" she squeaked and placed her hand over her heart. "You scared me."

He chuckled. "Sorry."

"What are you still doing here? I thought you left with everyone else?"

"No, I--uh--I wanted to talk to you."

"What's up?" she asked as she walked over to the couch and started fluffing the pillows and fixing the blankets. "Is everything okay? Are you and Robbie getting along fine?"

"Yeah!" he responded calmly, but excitedly. "She's amazing. She's a great kid."

Y/n smiled softly at him. "Thank you. I think so too."

"You did a good job," he said gently and shoved his hands in his pockets.

The corners of her mouth pricked up slightly, cheeks slightly warm now. "Thank you. I would hope so despite, well, everything."

He took a step towards her and nodded. "I think so."

"You have no idea how much that means to me," she said, her voice thick with emotion. "I know I've said this a million times, but I am so sorry I kept her from you for so long. If I would've known what I know now...I would've never..."

"I know," he whispered and took another step towards her. "Listen, I wanted to ask you something."

He held her eyes in his and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't tear her eyes away from him. "Shoot."

He hesitated for a moment, trying to find the courage to ask her. He waited so long, Y/n thought he was still high and forgot what he was going to answer. She breathed a beat before he finally forced the words out before he could pansy out.

"Did you ever have feelings for me?"

The question caused her to catch her breath in her throat. His eyes searched her face, itching for an answer.

"That's kind of hard to answer..." she said slowly.

"It's a simple yes or no question, Y/n."

She looked at him with a sad twinkle in her eye. "But it isn't."

He chuckled, not believing that he thought he could get an answer out of her. He shook his head. "Forget it. I don't know what I expected."

He turned to walk out the door before she stopped him. "I didn't," she blurted, causing him to halt in his tracks.

Turning back to her, she saw hurt in his eyes. He tightened his lips and took a deep breath. "I figured."

He didn't say another word as he gripped the door handle and swung the door open, but that's when she said it that caused him to completely freeze and sent his mind reeling.

"Not until that night."

After a few seconds passed, he backed up and shut the door behind him. It was like all of sudden, he couldn't find the words to speak, or even remember how to breathe.

Braving herself, she continued. "Not until I left at least. I didn't...I couldn't let myself fall for you because that would've made it so much harder. Being away from you like that, but that night was the greatest night of my life. And that's something you don't forget easily."

He felt like he had to push the air out of his lungs to respond. "Yeah...me too."

"Really?" she asked, a hopeful twinkle in her y/e/c eyes.

"Yeah," he breathed and swallowed his fear as walked up to her, closer than he had been the whole time she'd been there. He had to fight the strongest urge to wrap her up in his arms.

"If I'm being honest, I haven't had anyone else that made me feel as good as you did that night."

He gave her a crooked smile and cast his eyes down. "I haven't either."

She took another step towards him, fingertips caressing the couch. "What about you?"

"What do you mean?"

She looked up to him through her eyelashes and heard him take in a shuddering breath as she stood inches from him. "Do you still have feelings for me?"

He shook his head in confusion and rubbed his eyes. "I've been asked that here recently and...I could've sworn I didn't. But now...I'm not so sure."

"Why?" she asked with a twinkle in her eyes.

"Because how can I trust you not to leave me again?" he asked and pulled away from her slightly. "You put me through hell when you left. I can't trust you so easily."

"I don't expect you to," she responded, that twinkle fading.

"I don't think you get it. I spent years trying to get you out of my head, to stop loving you. And when I finally did, you came back crashing into my life like a wrecking ball."

Y/n didn't respond, but instead listened and digested his words. After a minute of silence from the both of them, she spoke up. "Did we just confess our feelings to each other?"

He stared at her for a moment. "Yeah. But it doesn't mean anything is going to happen. That anything can happen."

Her heart cracked on hearing that, but she knew why he was saying this.

"I'm going back to Chicago where I live...where Betsy's life is. Where her mother is. And you're going back to California, so there's no point in having feelings for each other."

She swallowed back tears; this hurt more to hear than she ever thought it would. "Yeah, you're probably right."

"I want us to get along. For Robbie's sake, okay?" he said, the moment between them gone. "I'm going to be apart of her life from here on out. And as much as I want to be close to her everyday, I can't. I have my career, Betsy has her schooling, her mother is there with me...I can't just pack up my stuff and leave. Splitting from Betsy would be hard for her and for me, but if I take her with me, it's pulling her away from her Brooke."

Y/n nodded. "I understand."

"Yeah," he nodded and stepped away, heading towards the door. "It's late, I gotta get back to the motel. Betsy's probably waiting up for me. I'll see you later."

"See you later," she said, barley above a whisper.

She watched him leave and after hearing that door close, the silence was deafening and the room felt emptier than ever. With tears in her eyes, she turned off the light and slowly crept up the stairs to head to bed.

3 Days Before Christmas...

"Kitty, I don't want to have a party!" Red whined as he watched Kitty feverishly make food and treats for an upcoming Christmas party.

"Well, suck it up," she ordered as she pulled out some gingerbread cookies into the oven. "Y/n is finally home and I want everyone to see her and meet our long lost granddaughter." She froze and turned back to Red with misty eyes. "Our granddaughter, Red!"

"Kitty, we have another granddaughter, remember?"

"I know, but this is our Y/n's child."

"Who is also Kelso's..." Red pointed out and a realization dawned on him. "Oh, crap. That means that we're tied to that knuckle head for the rest of our lives now."

"Oh, Red it's not that bad," she replied and went back to work to splatting cookie dough on the baking sheet.

"Not that bad? Kelso has become apart of this family by impregnating our daughter!"

"Well, it happened and now we have another grandkid. What can you do?"

Red growled and turned back to the paper he was reading.

"Besides...Robbie is a sweet and smart girl. Y/n raised her right which means we raised Y/n right."

"Not right enough though," he said, lowering the paper. "If we raised her right, she would've come to us and told us she was pregnant. Not run off to California and have her never come home." He wasn't one to get emotional or even show his hurt, but Kitty could easily see through his façade and sat down next to him, grabbing his hand.

"I know," she said. "I'm really hurt by it too, but we can't change anything. The best we can do is repair what has been broken and develop a relationship with Robbie."

"Yeah...I guess you're right." He looked at her with sad eyes and a deep frown. "We missed so many years of that little girl's life. I wish we were there this whole time."

"I know, honey. Me too, but we have her here now and the best we can do is be there for her now."

"Yeah..." he said and leaned over, kissing her cheek. "I don't know about you, but I already love that smart mouthed kid."

Kitty smiled at her husband. "I do too. I don't know what I'd without her here now."

"What if...we gave her Laurie's old room so she can have a place to sleep if she visits?"

"I would love to visit," a voice popped up from behind them to reveal Robbie standing in the doorway. "Sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but...I'll come here as much as I can...and as much as you'll have me."

Kitty giggled and got up to meet Robbie. "You're more than welcome to come whenever you want." She wrapped her up in a hug which Robbie easily reciprocated.

Robbie nodded into her shoulder and pulled away. "You give the best hugs."

"The best ones are grandma's," Kitty giggled.

"Thank you for loving me," Robbie said quietly.

"Oh, honey of course!" Kitty said, feeling her heart break. "Why wouldn't we?"

Robbie shrugged. "I don't know...I never grew up with any family except Mom so I'm not used to someone else...I guess."

Both Red's and Kitty's hearts were completely torn in half.

"Oh, poor thing," Kitty cooed and kissed her temple. "Listen, what your mom did has nothing to do with you, okay? It was never about you. Even though I can see how you would look at it that way. If she would've come to us, we would've helped and been there for you. You were never a mistake."

"More like an unplanned blessing," Red added and walked over to his granddaughter. "And while you certainly weren't planned, you definitely are a blessing."

Robbie's eyes filled with tears as she was brought in for another hug. "Thank you...uh...Kitty?"

"Oh, please. Call me what I am. I'm your grandma."

"Can I call you meemaw?" Robbie asked in a small voice. "I've always wanted a meemaw."

"You can call me whatever you want," she soothed and kissed her head.

Robbie's brown eyes turned to Red. "And what gramps?"

Red smiled at her and soothed her hair. "I like that."

"I have a family," Robbie sniffed. "I can't believe it."

At the party...

"Hey, Kitty, when's this party going to end, yeah?" Red asked, leaning in to whisper in her ear. "It's getting late and these people have been here for hours."

"Red, it's only six and everyone's been here for half an hour," Kitty deadpanned as she filled her cup with spiked eggnog.

"Yeah, half hour too long!"

"Oh, quit being such a scrooge."

"If I were a scrooge, I'd be charging these people as they came through the door." His eyes widened at the realization and snapped his fingers. "I should charge them! Hang on, Kitty. Let me go get my wallet."

"Freeze!" she called out. "You will not charge our guests. Have a drink, eat some food. Mingle a little--you'll feel better."

He gave her a deadpanned look and raised his eyebrow. "We've been married for 42 years and you still think that advice will work?"

"No, of course not," Kitty said, taking a sip of her eggnog. "I'm on autopilot at this point. Just...go to bed or something if you're that miserable being here." She walked off to rejoin the party.

Red groaned, running a hand down his face before plastering on a fake grin and turned back to the lively conversation happening behind him.

"Y/n!" an older woman with dark curly hair and a New Jersey accent called after her. "Oh, my God, it's been so long! Come here and give me some sugar!" She grabbed Y/n's shoulder and brought her face in, kissing both cheeks. "How are you, Gorgeous? I heard you have a daughter and living large in the big city of San Diego!"

"Hi Aunt Jean," Y/n responded with a smile, turning away a conversation she was having with old family friends. "I wouldn't say living large, but yes I do in live San Diego with my seventeen year old daughter. How are you?"

"Oh, you know, working like a slave and dealing with my divorce."

"You're married?!"

"You didn't know I was married?" Jean asked and leaned in, chuckling lightly. "Let me tell you a secret--me neither."

"What?" Y/n asked, cracking a smile. Oh, how she missed Jean.

"I know!" she cried out, laughing at herself. "I went to Vegas and woke up the next morning with a ring on my finger and a very hot, but strange man sleeping next to me."

"I can't believe it!"

"Neither could I! Let me tell you about it: You end up totally falling in the love with the man, you're year and half into the marriage and all of a sudden he tells you he's gay. Ah! Can you believe it?"

"Oh, my God!" Y/n laughed, holding her red solo cup in one hand while her other laid against her chest. "Still the same ol' crazy, spontaneous Jean."

Jean laughed and placed a perfectly manicured on her arm. "The stories we could tell! But I'd say, having a daughter and running away to California is pretty spontaneous."

"Eh, I wouldn't call it that," she replied, taking a sip of her drink.

"Honey, listen to me," Jean said, leaning in. "I've made countless mistakes in my 48 years of life, alright? Some were small and some were huge that impacted my life for a little while. No matter how bad my mistakes were, not one person of my friends and family stopped loving me."

"Yeah, but you never hid a child from anyone," she said lowly, looking into her cup. "That's a mistake I myself or anyone will be able to get over."

"Except I did."

Y/n looked at this woman with bewildered eyes. This woman who she loved and knew her whole life, her mom's best friend, her non biological aunt--her favorite one at all--did the same thing she did. "You...what?"

Jean shook her head, her long earrings clinking as they did and sighed. "I was sixteen...I was scared. I ran away with the baby daddy and lived in and out of hotels and friend's couches for a little while. It was finally when I was living on the streets, eight months pregnant that I finally faced my fears and went to my parents. Sure, they weren't happy...like at all, but eventually they came around and stuck by me. The father of my kid was...well...he wasn't the greatest. He was a lazy, good for nothing bum. He didn't care about me or his own son. Only about himself."

"Wow, Aunt Jean...I didn't know you had a son. How come I never met him?"

The look in her eyes dulled a little bit, saddening her pretty face. "Because I gave him up for adoption right after he was born."

Y/n mirrored her expression, lips parted. "Aunt Jean, I'm so sorry. I didn't know." She wrapped an around Jean's shoulder and pulled her in. "Why didn't you tell anybody?"

"For the same reasons you did," she responded and patted her niece's hand. "I was scared no one would look at me the same and that I would be disowned."

The corner of Y/n's mouth shifted up slightly. "Yeah. I just didn't want to damage any relationships."

"Oh, sweetheart, they would've changed, but not damaged. The ones who truly loved you, would've stuck around regardless. I know your mom and dad would've."

"Yeah...I know that now. Definitely would've stirred up a lot of trouble though."

"Of course! You're eighteen years old, pregnant with one of your best friend's baby who you slept with after being dumped by one of your other best friends!"

"You know about that?"

"Oh, honey everybody knows," she responded casually. "But let me tell you something, I have not heard one person say anything negative about you."

"How?"

"Because we've all made mistakes that we can never take back. Instead, we learned from them and moved on. And these are the people that truly love you and only want the best for you. Sure, they maybe pissed off at you and not want to talk to you until they cool off, but they'll always come back because--"

"Because they love me," Y/n finished and gave Jean one more tight hug. "Thank you, Aunt Jean."

"You're welcome, sweetheart," she responded, kissing her cheek. "And who couldn't love you? You're a wonderful girl! Oop, I'm sorry. I mean woman." She pulled away and flipped her luscious hair back. "Now, where is my beautiful grand niece? I want to meet her."

"I think she's with her cousins and sister or father."

Jean's eyes flicked behind Y/n's shoulder before returning her gaze back to Y/n. "She must be with the others then."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because the father is right over there, staring straight at you."

Y/n looked over shoulder to see Kelso, in fact, staring right at her by the front door.

"Ooh, he's gorgeous," Jean oohed. "Go get 'em, Tiger."

She walked away with a glint in her eye as she went to join Kitty and Red in the kitchen.

Y/n set her drink down and walked over to Kelso, slowly, but surely, fidgeting with her sweater sleeves. "Hey."

"Hey," he responded shyly. "Nice party you all got going here."

"Thank you," she said. "You know how my mom is. She knows how to definitely throw a party."

"Yeah," he chucked and suddenly his demeanor changed. "Listen, about the other night..."

"It's okay," she replied. "I understand. What you said was true."

"But that's the thing, it wasn't." He set his drink down on the bannister behind her. "Look, you coming back here was really unexpected and you completely took me by surprise by showing up. Then you tell me that I have a daughter after seventeen years and...you know, you'd have to come up with a whole new word for what I was feeling."

"Rage? Betrayal? Completely dumbfounded?"

"Yeah, some of those things, yes. But, listen, Y/n I thought I meant what I said to you, but...it's not the same now."

She knit her eyebrows together as her heart sped up. "What does that mean?"

"What I mean is--"

"Hey!" someone called out--revealing to be Bob, pointing towards Y/n and Kelso. "We got someone under the mistletoe!"

Y/n and Kelso looked up and saw that in fact, they were standing underneath a mistletoe.

"You know what that means!" he continued and started chanting, "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"

"Oh, no, we're not--" Y/n started, eyes darting between the party guests and an awkward Kelso.

"Yeah, we're not--" he began, but was cut off by Bob.

"C'mon, it's tradition!"

"C'mon, sweetheart, pucker up and lay one on him!" Jean called out from the den.

Y/n turned to Michael, both of their cheeks red.

"Just a quick one," she said out of the corner of her mouth.

He took a deep breath and took a step closer to her. He leaned in and brushed his lips against hers, giving her a quick peck. He pulled away, avoiding eye contact.

"Oh, come on! What was that?!" Jean cried out. "Give her a real kiss!"

Y/n shot her a look before turning back to Kelso. "Just...just do it."

He leaned in again as Y/n took a deep breath, trying to slow down her racing heart, but the moment their lips touched, she felt it jump into her throat. He gently pried open her lips with his as he slowly moved them with his. Her mouth suddenly ran dry, hoping to God that it wouldn't ruin the kiss.

With minds fuzzy and tingling fingertips, they reached for each other unknowingly. While his hands landed on her hips, hers barley grazed the skin of his arms, creating goosebumps up and down on his skin.

While everyone whooped and hollered, Eric and the rest of the gang stood there with different feelings expressions on their faces. Eric stood there with a disgusted look, Donna smirked, Jackie and Hyde watched with their jaws dropped, and Fez stood there smiling from ear to ear.

"Sexy," he said. The group looked at him, wearing the same looks they were just wearing a minute ago. He shrugged. "What?"

"Ooohhhh!" Leia and Luke called out from the crowd. Robbie and Betsy sat next to them and stared at them wide eyed and jaw dropped, not knowing what to feel.

"Okay!" Eric called out. "That's enough. We get it."

The duo pulled apart, lips swollen and pupils blown wide. Their eyes wouldn't leave the other, like some magnetic pull.

They didn't say anything to each other as they walked in opposite directions, away from each other. So many emotions were running through them at the same time they started to feel overwhelmed.

Y/n rushed over to Donna who was still smirking and Jackie who now stood their awkwardly.

"Yeah?" Donna said. "Told ya."

Y/n let out a sigh and stared at Donna. "I am so screwed."

Christmas Eve...

Kelso and Y/n hadn't talked directly since the kiss at the party. In fact, they avoided each other like the plague. Robbie tried to talk to both parents about it, but all she got were turn arounds and then quickly changed subjects. Whenever the group would do something together with the kids, such as shopping, dinners, ice skating, and light seeing, they stayed the farthest apart from each other.

"So, how are you liking Wisconsin?" Betsy asked Robbie as they sat out on the outside bleachers, taking a break as they watched everyone else skate.

"I'm actually loving it," she responded and cupped her hot cocoa tighter with her chilled fingers. "It beats California."

Betsy's eyebrows furrowed. "Why? You have it all there. Hollywood, celebrities, beaches, amazing Mexican food...you seriously like it here better than over there?"

Robbie turned to her with a soft smile. "I have more family here then there. It was just me, my mom, and my aunt Stacy who doesn't even live there anymore. It's lonely. Here, not so much."

"I guess I can get that," Betsy replied and took a sip of her mocha.

"Can you? I mean, you live with both parents and have lots of friends. And from what I heard, you're an honor student who made the dean's list and the president of the debate team, and captain of the cheer squad over there in Chicago. While over in Cali, I'm nobody and a loser."

"You're not a loser, Robbie."

"I just got kicked out of school for the second time."

"I wouldn't say that's good, but you're still not a nobody," Betsy replied.

"I'm not here," Robbie responded as she watched Luke fall on his butt while Leia laughed. "Here, I'm somebody."

"You're everything here," Betsy responded with a smile. "You're a daughter, granddaughter, niece...sister." She nudged her in the arm. "If I'm being honest with you, Chicago isn't so great either."

Robbie had taken a sip of her cocoa and looked at her right as she took a sip. "What do you mean?"

"My parents are split up, I have to shuffle between two different houses every week because of it. I have split holidays and then I worry about the other parent when I'm not with them because they're alone and even though they're broken up, they still fight. All. The. Time. Mainly about me and how to raise me. It's a broken record and it's exhausting.

"The only friends I have are a bunch of cheerleading, pom pom waving bitches and they aren't above stealing the only boyfriend you've ever had. Stupid, Janet." She shook her head in anger and then turned back to Robbie. "And then on top of that, my mom and I don't even get along. She has these incredibly strict and stupid rules. Like, I have to be in bed by 9pm, even on the weekends, I had to get a part time job so that leaves me only to work and study. Can't have anything sweet and only healthy food.

"She mainly gets pissed at me because I'm closer to Dad than her. Dad is more reasonable. I can stay up late on weekends, watch tv, go to the movies, have ice cream after dinner if I want. He doesn't put a tight leash on me like she does. I don't go out late and I don't get into any trouble. I've said that I want to move in with him full time, but she won't have it and it causes world war 3 every time.

"So, I throw myself into school and my activities so I can stay away from her as much as possible so that I can get into a good college and get the hell away from there."

"I'm so sorry to hear that," Robbie said quietly, staring into her cup.

"It gets lonely. That's why I was so happy hear that I have a sister," Betsy said, chuckling. "I finally have someone I can bitch about them to."

Robbie laughed. "Dude, same here." She took another sip and debated asking the burning question. "If you don't mind me asking, why'd they break up?"

Betsy shook her head. "It's a mess, but the main point is my mom always felt like Dad was in love with someone else that wasn't her. But after seeing your mom with him...I'm starting to see she was right."

Robbie looked ahead to see Y/n skating almost flawlessly while Kelso stumbled a bit. Y/n looked over her shoulder to see Kelso having a hard time and reached her hand out wordlessly. He hesitated for a moment before grabbing it and allowing her to guide him around.

"Sorry to hear that," she said finally, taking a sip of her drink.

Betsy shook her head, jutting out her lower lip. "Don't worry about it. It's not like they were in ever in love anyway. My mom is just a hypocritical bitch. She never wanted Dad to be apart of my life."

"That's messed up."

"Well, she didn't think he could handle being a father. I'm glad he didn't take no for answer. He's my best friend."

The corners of Robbie's mouth twitched up, hoping that one day she'll be able to call him that. "Yeah, that must be nice."

"Do you think your mom and our dad still have feelings for each other?" Betsy asked.

Robbie snorted. "A blind from ten miles away can see."

"I like your mom," she responded. "What she did was awful, and quite frankly a little weird, but I like her. She really loves you."

Robbie nodded. "That she does."

"We need to get them together."

Robbie snapped her attention to her sister. "What?"

"We need to get them together. It's so obvious how much they want each other. And honestly, I think they would go well together."

"Well, how are we supposed to do that? I've tried talking to them and they avoid the subject completely."

Betsy smirked, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. "I got a plan."

--Time Skip--

"Hey, Dad, can I spend the night here with Robbie?" Betsy asked.

Everyone had come home to the Forman's to watch Christmas movies in the VCR and drink some hot cocoa.

Kelso shrugged. "It's okay with me if it's okay with Mr. and Mrs. Forman."

Betsy turned to look at them who nodded.

"Sure, sweetie," Kitty answered. "Just as long as you two don't stay up too late."

"We promise!" the two girls said excitedly and exchanged glances.

Some time during the peaceful evening, the younger kids had fallen asleep to How the Grinch Stole Christmas and Kelso, Jackie, Hyde, and Fez were ready to head back to their motel rooms to retire for the night. Red, Kitty, Donna, Eric, and Y/n all stayed up a little later to put surprise presents under the tree.

As Kelso walked out the door, Robbie and Betsy nodded to each other and split up.

"Hey, uhm...Michael? Dad? Wait!" Robbie called after Kelso, following him out the door.

"Hey, Y/n," Betsy called after her.

Robbie shut the door behind them, making sure their conversation couldn't be heard.

"You know, um, y--you don't have to call me by my name. You can call me Dad if you want...or if you're comfortable calling me Michael. Either one is fine with me."

Robbie grinned and nodded. "Both sound weird, but...I guess Dad isn't as bad. So...Dad it is."

He smiled at her shoved his hands in his coat pockets. "So, what's up?"

"Since you guys are being super weird with each other, Mom wanted me to pass on a message to you."

His eyebrows shot up in a surprise. "What?"

"She said that she wanted to talk to you about something and wanted to meet you at your motel room later tonight."

He scrunched his face in confusion. "Why?"

"I don't know I'm just the messenger," she replied, shrugging.

"Okay, well, um...have her meet me in about an hour."

Robbie nodded and turned away, smiling. "Bye...Dad."

Kelso smiled warmly at her before turning back to get in his car. Robbie went inside, smiling herself, feeling her heart warming.

"He wants to meet up at his motel? Why?"

"I don't know, I'm just the messenger," Betsy responded, repeating Robbie's words. "He just wants to meet you in..." she looked over Y/n's shoulder to see Robbie holding up 1 finger and mouthing a word. "One hour. He wants you to meet him there in an hour."

Y/n checked her watch. "It's already getting late...okay, fine. Where is his motel anyway?"

"It's about twenty minutes north of here," Betsy responded. "It's the Motel 6 room 8."

"Oh, okay I know where that is," she responded and turned to Robbie. "I'll be home as soon as I can." She kissed her head and went upstairs to grab her snow boots and coat.

Robbie and Betsy looked at each other with hopeful glances and devilish smirks.

An hour passed and Y/n found herself standing in front of Kelso's door, the golden 8 flashing back at her. After a minute of working up the courage, she raised a shaky fist and knock on the door gently. Padded footsteps approached the door and soon it swung open, revealing a shirtless Kelso.

It took her a minute to respond after she admired his new physique. Drinking in his abs and cut v-line--he definitely didn't look like this the last she saw him shirtless. "Uh--h--hey."

He chuckled and stepped aside. "Hey, come on in."

She stepped inside wordlessly as he shut the door behind her.

"Um, let me--let me get a shirt on real quick," he stammered and walked over to his suitcase and pulled out a white t-shirt.

"You don't have to," she replied quietly and shrugged off her coat.

"No, I probably should. Don't want this to be uncomfortable." He tugged on his shirt and turned back to her. "Alright, so what did you want to talk to me about?"

She looked at him with furrowed brows. "Wh--I thought you needed to talk to me?"

"No? Robbie said you needed to talk to me."

"Why would Betsy say that--?" A realization dawned on her. "Those little..." She sighed, running a hand through her hair.

The same realization hit him. "They didn't."

"They did," Y/n said as silence took over them. She looked down at her shoes, shifting from side to side before looking up at him. "Well...I'm sorry that our kids put us together alone for whatever reason. I'll just, uh, I'll just go." She grabbed for her jacket and keys. "I'm sorry. Uh...I'll see you tomorrow. Merry Christmas."

As she hurriedly made her way to the door, Michael stopped her. "Wait...we should talk."

She held firm onto the doorknob, but didn't twist it and looked over her shoulder. "That's really not necessary. We said everything we needed to say."

"Not everything."

Y/n sighed and shut the door before turning to look at him. "Like what? You said it yourself, I'm leaving and you're leaving. It's pointless to feel anything for each other."

"I know what I said," he replied. "But, I haven't been able to stop thinking about that kiss. I don't know about you but I felt something. Something I haven't felt in a very long time."

She nodded, folding her arms and looked at the carpeted floor. "Me too. I've never felt anything like that. Ever." She found the courage to look at him.

"And I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to do it again."

"Yeah? And then what? You leave and I only see you, like what--once every few years?"

"That's rich coming from you," he said bitterly.

Irritation bubbled up inside her. "Look, I know what I did. I don't need it thrown in my face every five minutes!"

"You may get what you did, but how can I trust you that you're not going to do it again?"

"Because I'm not! Besides that when have I ever lied to you?"

"That's a pretty damn big lie to not just trust you again, Y/n."

"Oh, my God, Michael! We've been having the same conversation over and over again since I've been here. It's like a broken record and I'm starting to question if you've truly forgiven me or not."

"That's the problem with you, I didn't say that I did. Everybody else may have, but I haven't."

A beat passed before she spoke up again. "Then what am I doing here?" A frown etched onto her beautiful face. An expression he hated seeing her do, and even worse to know that he caused it. But he still couldn't help the way he felt. "To have you yell at me again? Didn't you get your point across the first time?"

"No, that wasn't my intention," he replied. "But every time I see you, I can't help but still feel so mad at you." His voice started to croak with emotion. "It's not like you hid money from me or anything. You hid a whole human being from me. One that is my flesh and blood. How can I trust and forgive that so easily?"

"I didn't expect you to," she whispered. "I didn't expect any of you to forgive me or trust me again. In fact, I didn't do this for me. I did it for her. I know what I did can't be forgotten. If I could go back in time I would, but not because of me, but because of everybody else."

He looked at her with hurt in his eyes before shaking his head. "It's not just that."

"Then what it is it? Please tell me so I can fix it! Or at least try to!"

"Because every time I look at you, I get so mad at myself too. Because I am still so madly in love with you, but I don't want to be. You broke me! And I thought you leaving was the thing I needed to move on, but it wasn't. I couldn't, no matter how hard I tried."

His confession made her mouth run dry and her heart speed up. When she was finally able to find the words to speak, her voice came out gravelly. "Why didn't you ever tell me? Or reach out to me?"

"Because there was always something in the way. Hyde, school...you leaving. I knew you never felt the same way or even looked at me that way. I was just another friend to you. And you know what? I didn't reach out to you because you never even bothered to reach out to me. It's a two way street and I was not going to put myself out there and be made to look like some pathetic puppy in love."

"Maybe the reason why I didn't return any of those feelings was because of how you were in high school! Going from girl to girl, sleeping around, constantly cheating on Jackie...how could I trust to not do the same to me?"

"But yet, Hyde still cheated on you with Jackie."

"How the hell was I supposed to know that he'd do that? He never did that with anybody else before me so I thought I could trust him, but I was still proven wrong. I was the idiot for even getting mixed up with someone in our group. And yet, I still did and then I did it again! And I ended up pregnant.

"I thought that I was just another fling to you and that you wouldn't care about our baby. And I was so scared that you would turn your back on me and everybody else. So I figured I'd save myself the pain and do it first. But I ended up hurting more than myself...and I will never forgive myself for what I did." Tears were running down her face that she didn't even notice had fallen. "I broke my baby's heart in more ways than anybody else could. I'm the reason why she acted out and got in trouble."

Kelso couldn't respond, but instead watch her crumble before him, cracking his own heart.

"So, if you think that I need to be punished more than I am already doing to myself, fine. I know how you feel and that's enough for me. If you need to, only communicate with me about Robbie and keep your distance from me. It's already hard to hear it from my own family, but to hear it from the man I love just makes it worse. So, please, do what I did and run back to Chicago and never speak to me again. Unless it's about Robbie."

She turned to walk out again, but he stopped her. "What did you just say?"

She slowly turned back to him, sniffling. "The man I love. So completely and madly in love with you. But you don't want anything to do with me and I get it. Let's just go our separate ways after New Years and move on. It's for the best."

"Move on? How the hell am I supposed to do that after a confession like that?" He cried out. "I mean, damn Y/n, I knew you had feelings for me, but love? You can't just drop a bomb like that after seventeen years of not being around!"

She growled, feeling frustrated. "Would it make you feel better if I told you that I don't want to go back to California and that I want to stay? After being back and seeing everybody...seeing you, I realized how much I missed everybody and everything. I was living a lie for seventeen years, telling myself that I didn't miss home, that everybody was okay without me...that I didn't love you. But you know what? Coming back here...it hit me like a ton of bricks how wrong I was. And the worst part of all of that? I want to be with you. All day, everyday. And it kills me to know that I'll never get that because of what I did."

He scowled at her. "That's great that you want to be back, but to want to be with me? I thought you didn't like me because of who I was."

"Was. You're not that guy anymore. I see that, everybody sees that. Seeing you now...I fell harder for you than I thought I ever could. Then that kiss...God, I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since. And I want to do it again and again for the rest of my life."

His eyes softened. "The worst part is that I feel the same way too."

"You do?" she croaked.

"Yeah...I do, but I still can't trust you. I can't trust that you won't run away again." He felt the familiar burn behind his eyes as he blinked it away.

"But that's the thing. I don't want to run anymore. I'm tired and it's lonely." Her voice broke as she continued. "I'm not asking you to trust me right away, but if you'll have me, I ask you to at least try while I work on building your trust again. I promise to never leave again, I really promise this time. I just want to be with you."

"Where's all this coming from?" he asked her. "Not even a week ago would you ever say this."

"I'm tired of denying it. And I'd rather have you know how I feel, then for you to never know at all and continue to feel the way you have been feeling for twenty years."

Tears welled in his eyes and he turned away from her. He pinched the bridge of his nose and swallowed them down, not daring to cry in front of her, but after hearing all that, he couldn't stop the overwhelming emotions. "I can't believe you're saying all this now, knowing I have to go back to Chicago."

"I know and I'm sorry."

"No, you don't know," he said. "It was already hard enough for me to go back, but having you say all this...you're making it damn near impossible to leave."

"I don't want you to leave," she whispered and took a step toward him. "I'll follow you to Chicago, I'll follow to Timbuktu if that's what it takes! I just want to be with you."

For the first time, he couldn't respond. He didn't know what to say as he stared at the woman he's always loved, listening to all of this. She took his breath away and for the first time in seventeen years, he could feel the smallest pieces of his broken heart start to shift and gravitate towards each other.

"Say something," she begged and walked towards him, but he stopped her.

"Wait," he said. "Just do you know, if you come any closer, I am not letting you go again."

She smiled at him with tears in her eyes and ran into his arms, crashing her lips against his. She cupped his face desperately as he brought his arms around her, tightly clinging her against him as if she was going to disappear again.

She deepened the kiss by entwining their tongues together, tasting him. The familiar taste and smell of him brought her back to being eighteen again.

"I missed you," he breathed. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you," she whispered back, voice cracking. She kissed him again before wrapping her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a much needed embrace. The familiar cologne filled her nostrils as she held on tight to him.

As they pulled away, he held her face between his hands and chased after one more kiss, delicate and soft. "I love you."

"I love you. I love you so much," she said back and wrapped her hands around his neck, pressing her forehead to his.

"What are we going to do?" he chuckled and pulled back to look into her beautiful eyes. Eyes that he never thought he'd see again. "About our living situation I mean."

"Anywhere that's away from California," she responded. "I can't go back there."

He brushed back a piece of hair and smoothed it down. "We'll figure it out tomorrow, but I have something else in mind."

A certain glint in his eye told her exactly what he had in mind. Spinning her around, he pressed her slammed her against the wall and kissed her roughly. She reciprocated the kiss as she kicked off her boots and wrapped her legs around him.

He trailed his hand up towards her torso before reaching her throat and squeezed. She looked at him wide eyed and he smirked. "You didn't think I'd forget, did you?"

She growled as she ripped his shirt off as he threw her on the bed. He made her feel so good that night that it felt like the earth itself was imploding. They had a lot of time to make up for and this was just the beginning.

I think I'm going to do an epilogue. What do ya'll think? I thought about adding this in here, but I like how this ended. I hope you liked it! And watch out for the epilogue. ;) I can't wait to show it to you all. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

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