#usually I’m running on 6 or 7 hours of sleep and I’m fine

[forjongseong]

your princess, my queen // jay (ENHYPEN)

pairing: secretary!jay x CEO!fem!reader (minisode part 9 of the series)

genre: office!au, fluff // warning: older reader; mentions of marriage // wc: ~1.2k

previous chapters:

part 1 - carmesí part 2 - mi reina part 3 - millones part 3.5 - hasta los dientes part 4 - vente conmigo part 5 - tusa part 5.5 - apaga y vámonos part 6 - versos de placer minisode part 1 - cuando nadie ve part 6.5 - yo te quiero más minisode part 2 - la niña de mis ojos part 7 - aeropuerto minisode part 3 - falling autumn minisode part 4 - night night part 8 - ambulancia minisode part 5 - subtítulos part 9 - al caer la noche minisode part 6 - after last night part 9.5 - the way you look tonight part 10 - mon soleil minisode part 7 - daylight minisode part 8 - subside

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summary: Jay braces himself to face the most intimidating figure of all--your father.

author’s notes: welcome to minisode part 9. this was supposed to be the part released after mon soleil...

the scene of Jay meeting with CEO!yn's dad has been on my mind even before I wrote the proposal scene in part 10, and I planned to release this minisode right after, but other ideas started coming in so I had to wrote those and release them first before I forget about it!

here's the song for this minisode

which explains the title! hope you enjoy this little treat as we all wait for part 11.

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Jay stared at his reflection in the mirror. He had just finished showering and was now wearing a black tee tucked into his jeans. He had no accessories on, and he was contemplating whether to leave his bangs unstyled or pushed back like his usual office look.

“If I brush it back…” Jay murmured to himself. “I look like I am pissed. But if I leave it…”

He brought his hand down and his hair immediately fell to his brows.

“I look like I’m fifteen.”

After a hot minute of huffing and puffing, Jay decided to push half of his hair back, hoping he did not look way too intimidating. Once he was done, he walked out of the bathroom and into your shared bedroom very quietly, careful not to wake you up. He knocked over his deodorant while he was putting on his jacket, though, and you stirred in your sleep.

“Where are you going?” You asked, half awake.

“Just some… errands,” Jay said warily. He was beginning to run out of excuses.

“Should I be concerned?” You asked again, this time you were peeking behind your blanket.

Jay sighed and walked over to your side of the bed. He sat on the edge and brushed your hair, knowing that it would always make you feel content.

“You can sleep in. I’ll see you in a couple of hours,” he whispered. He then leaned in to kiss your forehead.

Once he was certain that you had fallen back to sleep, and after doing a light meal prep for your breakfast, he slipped out of the house quietly.

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Shifting his weight in his legs, Jay carefully typed a message on his phone and sent it as the queue in front of him started to move. The staff behind the cashier smiled and Jay placed an order for himself, and another drink that he recited off the text message he got. After paying and getting the drinks, he picked a table that was close to the window so he could easily observe people getting in and out of the café.

Jay squinted his eyes as he saw the familiar figure he was waiting for. As the man entered the café, Jay stood up and gently raised his hand to get his attention. The man noticed Jay and when their eyes met, Jay immediately bowed politely to him.

“Thank you for meeting me here, Sir,” Jay said as he greeted your father. “I know it’s quite a long drive from home.”

Your father waved his hand, gesturing that it was fine. “My wife is meeting up with her friends in the city, so it’s actually perfect. Besides, I don’t want to be responsible for triggering my daughter’s boyfriend’s allergic reaction to cats.”

Jay laughed softly and his eyes disappeared. Your father smiled and went on to tell an episode of the cats’ shenanigans at home. Jay smiled and listened intently, giving the appropriate responses whenever needed, also finding it hard to imagine your father, the former CEO of your company, scooping your cats’ poop at home.

“I am rambling,” your father said before taking a sip of his drink that Jay had ordered for him. “So, what was the reason behind this meet up? Did you want to ask something about the company that you could not ask my daughter directly?”

“Oh,” Jay sighed, shaking his head. “Not at all, Sir. It’s nothing regarding work. I, uhm, well. I actually…”

Your father kept his eyes on your boyfriend, causing the poor young man to stutter even more.

“Calm down. Take a deep breath,” your father said calmly. “Judging by the way you’re acting, I feel like I can already tell what you want to say.”

Jay let out a shaky breath. He reached out for his drink in hopes that it would calm his nerves, but his hands were shaking even more. Your father noticed and immediately chuckled.

“You’re asking for permission,” your father spoke, “aren’t you?”

Jay took a deep breath and cleared his throat before speaking.

“I have thought about it for a while, Sir,” he started. “I know my relationship with your daughter accelerated in such a short period, but I do hope you know that my intentions are pure. I have developed a strong attachment to her, and I would like to think that the feeling is mutual.”

Your father set his cup down and began to listen intently.

“I swear I prepared a much better speech than this, but my mind is blank right now. The point is, before I move on to do the other preparations, I believe asking you is the proper thing to do first. I haven’t proposed to her, yet. Technically…”

Jay’s voice trailed off and your father raised an eyebrow.

“Technically?” Your father repeated.

“I, uhm.” Jay licked his lips before continuing. “I got a little drunk once and asked her to marry me.”

Your father tilted his head.

“But we cleared up the misunderstanding, Sir! It would not happen again. I mean, me being drunk. Not me proposing. I mean. I want to propose properly, Sir.”

Your father saw Jay beginning to lose focus and he just smiled at your boyfriend.

“Sir,” Jay said, taking a deep breath right after. “You’ve raised a beautiful, responsible daughter and it would be an honor for me if you’d let me take care of her for the rest of my life.”

There was a brief silence before your father spoke up.

“You know, you should have started with that sentence.”

Jay merely stared at your father, almost without blinking.

“I did notice how happy she seemed whenever she’s around you,” your father continued. “You lift her up. And she gets very snarky whenever I mention your name in a bad way.”

Jay gulped. He had no idea where the conversation was going.

“She’s ready to defend you no matter what I say. No matter what my wife says, too. She is fiercely protective over you, and I haven’t seen her like that with anyone else.”

Jay remained silent, sensing that your father was not done talking yet.

“My daughter is very independent, and she does not want a lot of things,” your father paused. He turned the cup of his drink as he stared into the distance. “But even without her saying anything, I can tell that what she wants is to be in this relationship with you.”

After looking down at the table for so long, Jay cautiously lifted his head to look at your father again.

“You have my permission, Jay. You can stop looking so scared.”

Jay’s eyes widened for a split second before he made a huge sigh of relief. Your father, seemingly proud that he made your boyfriend panic for a bit, laughed wholeheartedly.

“You know, Sir,” Jay spoke carefully, “you should have started with that sentence.”

Your father was surprised at Jay’s level of wittiness, and he continued to laugh softly as Jay began to relax. Their conversation went on to cover different topics, and Jay tried his best not to think of the type of ring to get for you so he could remain focused on his future father-in-law’s voice.

-END-

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[sariahsue]

Let Me Count the Ways

Chapter Fourteen - Missed You

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Sunday mornings were some of Adrien's favorites, mostly because it meant he could easily slip out of the house. Try as hard as he might, Gabriel Agreste could only bully so many tutors and photographers to work early on a Sunday, so Adrien's schedule was usually free and the house was often quiet. No one was looking as Chat Noir stretched to his full height on Adrien's windowsill and cleared the mansion's high fence in once graceful leap.

Morning runs were a common thing for him, but today there was a bit more purpose behind it. The Ladyblog was reporting that Ladybug was out. And okay, he saw her a lot, but he missed her. How could he pass up an opportunity to "bump into her"?

In only a few minutes, he strolled through the park toward their statue. Ladybug sat there, staring at their stone faces, tapping her lips and lost in thought. His steps stuttered to a halt at the sight. Images bubbled up in his mind. His fingers at her lips, tracing their shape, only to replace them with his mouth.

He shook himself and kept moving.

"Ladybug! Fancy bumping into you here!" he called when he was close enough.

She jumped, and her eyes found him, only to flick back to the statue of him immediately.

Something was wrong. She grinned at the statue like it would answer her, her hands stiffly in her lap, her face tinged pink.

"Oh, Chat Noir!" she answered belatedly. "I kissed– MISSED you! How have you been?"

Chat Noir moved into her line of sight and she glanced away again. "Fine," he said. They'd only been separated for 10 hours and he'd been sleeping most of the time, and she probably knew that. The question made no sense.

Plus, why was she out here already? Everyone knew Ladybug wasn't a morning person, and they'd been out late last night. Had she been feeling lonely and unwanted at home? What about her friends? Had they told her they'd all found better things to do than spend time with her today?

Movement in the corner caught his attention, and he turned to watch the skyline. Branches swayed in the breeze, but nothing else seemed out of place.

"Good," Ladybug said. "That's good. I'm glad." She gave him a thumbs up while staring at a spot just next to his head.

"I wanted to ask you before, but when are we planning on meeting next time?" Truly, it had slipped his mind after he'd made an awkward fool of himself last night. But if she was feeling unwanted, then he wanted to give her something to look forward to. He would always want to spend time with her, even if it wasn't the way she wanted to spend time with him.

Ladybug's pink-dusted cheeks darkened at his question. "I hadn't actually thought that far ahead."

He laughed. "You? Not have a plan?"

"What was that?" Ladybug sat up straight, scanning the area in front of her.

He thought he saw something too, another flicker of movement like before. Closer this time. "I don't know." Everything seemed normal now.

"A big bird?" Ladybug asked, sitting back.

"Probably. Hey," he said, hoping to regain her attention. "Why don't you pick? Name a time and a place, and I'll be there."

Ladybug shyly caught his eye with half a smile. "Okay, sounds perfect."

"I think you mean purr-fect." 

"No, I definitely didn't."

Behind their statue, a building disappeared. And then the screams started.

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[alovesongshewrote]

Is There a Doctor on this Plane? (Yes, yes there is.) - P4 | Eddie Munson x Reader

Plot:  Dustin is having a time, you're full of angst, and Steve just wants his car back [Eddie Munson x Gender Neutral!Reader] Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Word count:  3,678

Warnings:  SPOILERS FOR STRANGER THINGS SEASON FOUR, VOLUME 2. hospitals, nightmares, horror elements, eddie is having the worst time

Disclaimer: Uh, yeah, fuck netflix, and fuck whoever came up with having a "stranger things experience" in a former n*zi prison where jewish and romani people were exterminated. that's an incredibly fucked up thing to do, and i do not support or endorse it.

A/N: personally, i dislike this chapter lmao

Tags: @twistedhistory @keepingitlokiii​

Dustin Henderson was in a weird place. Living in a post-Vecna world, he was just dealing with a lot of things ranging from trauma to long-distance walkie-talkie calls.

After everyone had crawled out of the Upside Down, you and Eddie had taken off to an entirely different state. Of course, Dustin understood why, but it left him with the difficult task of explaining your disappearance.

He told Eddie’s uncle the truth. He deserved that much. Lucas, Max, and Mike got the true story as well, as did Will and Eleven. The latter two didn’t know who Eddie was, but they listened to Dustin anyway because honestly, the story of Eddie the Banished running back into the Upside Down and almost dying to buy the group more time sounded pretty epic- especially to those who hadn’t been around for it.  

The Hellfire club did not get the truth. The Upside Down was just a bit too much for Dustin to explain. They were, however, told that their Dungeon Master was safe and sound somewhere else. Where exactly, they were not made privy to- even though they asked on a regular basis- but they did know that he was, at the very least, alive.

Or at least they thought that Eddie was alive. That was the version of the story that Dustin found himself telling over and over again, even though he himself was never 100% sure how his friend was doing. Unlike Max, Eddie didn’t come out of his coma quickly. That meant that Dustin was left waiting for your call every day to hear an update on Eddie’s condition. It was just easier for him to tell people that he was fine rather than open the can of worms that was, “I don’t know if he’s alive, and every day I’m terrified that (Y/N) is going to call me and say that he’s gone.”

So yeah, he told people that Eddie was alive. He just wished he could believe it.

Instead, he spent almost every hour of every day waiting by the phone, waiting for your call. Quite honestly, it made his friends nervous- and for good reason. It wasn’t like Dustin to get hung up on things, even things that were incredibly traumatic and life-changing. This time, though, things were different. Of course, they were.  

Dustin had seen and fought man-eating monsters. He’d escaped evil Russians, visited an alternate dimension where everything was out to kill him, and he’d seen all of his friends almost die about a million times.  

He’d never actually had one of his friends die in his arms, though.  

And he’d never seen anyone as terrified as you were in that moment. The fear in your eyes as you tried to bring Eddie back to life still haunted him. He’d never seen anyone look so distressed, so desperate.  He never wanted to see it again.

Unfortunately, he didn’t have much of a choice. Every night when he tried to sleep, he would see your face, panicked and terrified as you pounded on Eddie’s chest. He would see Eddie, too; his body limp and lifeless, eyes gazing off at something Dustin couldn’t see.

… Yeah, Dustin hadn’t been sleeping much.

That was another thing that made his friends worry. Deep bags formed under the kid’s eyes. He kept falling asleep in the worst places, and he would always jerk awake from those cat naps. He was jumpier than usual, and he snapped more often. It was clear to everyone that knew him (even Suzie, who was in a different state) that something was wrong.

They just didn’t know how to fix it.

They did their best. Steve, especially, looked after the kid, talking to him about what he had seen and heard. Sometimes, it was enough. Other times, it wasn’t.

While his friends had similar experiences, they hadn’t been there with him. They hadn’t watched Eddie die, and they hadn’t watched you lose your mind over it. The person who could relate the most was probably Lucas, but he was rightfully busy spending time with Max. Will did his best to help, but he, like the rest of the party, had his own shit to deal with. And yes, it was true that Steve, Nancy, and Robin had seen Eddie while he was in bad shape, but he was alive and breathing by that point. They hadn’t felt the world fall away as they realized Eddie’s heart had stopped. They just didn’t know what it was like.

You did, though. You and Eddie. Unfortunately, as has been well established by this point, you and Eddie were in a different state, he was in a coma, and you could never stay on the phone for too long. You and Dustin had a plan for the kid to come and visit with Eddie’s uncle (and also, Steve) but you had to wait for things in Hawkins to come down before you could put the plan into motion.

All Dustin could do then, was wait.

When things finally calmed down, it was thanks to the joint efforts of Nancy and Hopper. Hopper managed to calm the murderous masses of Hawkins while Nancy distracted them with a few well-placed news stories. Things finally got to the point where no one would notice if a few people just… slipped away to spend a few days out of state.

You had taken Steve’s car when you left, and no one actually knew where Eddie’s van was. That left Wayne Munson to drive both Steve and Dustin to you. Needless to say, the car ride was relatively silent. Steve and Mr. Munson did take notice, though, when Dustin fell asleep. It was the first time the kid had gotten any actual rest in a long time. They both knew it. Dustin knew it. Everyone knew it. No one spoke on the drive in.

When Dustin woke up, you were sitting next to him.

“HOLY SHIT!”

“Jesus. Well, hello to you too, kid.”

“Ah, sorry,” Dustin sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, “When did you get here?”

“Like, ten minutes ago. Mr. Munson and Steve picked me up.”

“Oh! Neat,” Dustin fought to keep his eyes open, but the car was so relaxing-

“Oh my god, he’s falling asleep again. Steve, are you sure he’s okay?”

“He’s fine, he just hasn’t been sleeping enough,” Steve answered. He sounded uninterested, but he had an eye on Dustin with the help of one of the rearview mirrors.

“I am not! I’m sleeping just fine, thank you,” if he had been in another car, Dustin would’ve kicked the back of Steve’s seat. He held back though, if only for the sake of Mr. Munson’s car.

You got to the hospital soon after. Your small group remained silent with the slight exception of you giving directions to Eddie’s room.

You held when the rest of the group saw Eddie for the first time. Quite honestly, it crushed your already broken heart into even smaller pieces. Steve looked shaken as if he was just now realizing the extent of Eddie’s condition. Dustin, of course, looked wrecked- as if he was experiencing the moment Eddie had died all over again. You were almost sure you could see tears in the kid’s eyes. It was Mr. Munson, though, who had the most devastating reaction. Of course he did. His nephew had almost died saving the world. The kid he had taken care of for years was lying in a hospital bed in a coma.  His kid was in such bad shape, and he’d already been through so much-

“I’m, uh… We’ll go get some coffees,” you said, pulling Steve and Dustin away from Eddie’s room and allowing Mr. Munson to have some time with his nephew. Both boys complained, and they continued to do so until you dragged them into the elevator with you. It wasn’t until they were standing in that small box with you that they realized what you were actually doing.  

They didn’t realize you were crying until then, either.

It was just a little sniffle. Just a little nothing sniffle, but it caught their attention anyway.

“Hey- hey are you crying?” Steve asked, his motherly tendencies shining through.

“They’re not crying- oh shit, they’re crying.”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Steve said, putting a hand on your shoulder, “Everything is okay.”

“Yeah, there’s nothing to cry about,” Dustin tried to keep his voice level, but tears were quickly coming to his eyes, “Nothing- no- oh shit, stop crying or I’m gonna cry.”

“I’m not crying, you guys,” you said, clearly crying, “I’m fine.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Steve repeated, pulling you into a hug.  

“Oh, shit!” Dustin joined the hug, burying his face in Steve’s shirt.  

The three of you stayed like that for a few minutes, all of you sobbing, and all of your arms wrapped around each other. You’re pretty sure the elevator door opened, but whoever was waiting on the outside clearly decided that getting in with the lot of you was Not Worth It.

“That fucking asshole,” you sniffled and pulled away, “What right does he have to make us cry like this, right?”

“Guy’s got no fUCking right,” Dustin’s voice broke as he wiped his eyes.

You bit your lip to keep from laughing. Steve made no such attempt. He ruffled Dustin’s hair as he cackled away at the poor kid’s unfortunate voice crack.

The elevator dinged, and this time, you all stepped out.

“The cafeteria’s this way. I’ll buy. I owe Steve for letting me use his car. Thanks for that, by the way.”

“It’s no problem. I know you can drive, and y’know, you aren’t a child,” he glared pointedly at Dustin.

You paused, looking between the two as you entered the cafeteria. It took a moment for things to click in your head, but once they did, you were delighted by the information you’d acquired, “Wait, Dustin, did you steal Steve’s car?”

“... Okay, for one thing, I did not steal it. Max did.”

A gigantic grin split across your face. It was the first time you’d smiled in weeks. It actually kind of hurt.

“Hey, wait, what are you doing, don’t laugh-” Steve said, frantically trying to defend his honour.

“I’m not laughing-” you choked down a laugh, “I’m not laughing I swear. When- when did this happen?”

“A few years ago,” Dustin answered nonchalantly.

You lost all composure. A cackle escaped from your lips. You quickly tried to quiet yourself, but that didn’t really work out. Small giggles escaped your lips while Steve glared daggers into your head as he tried to fight off a smile of his own.

“Okay, what’s so funny about that? Do you want to explain what’s so funny about that?” he asked.

“I’m sorry it’s just- the idea of Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington having his car stolen by a bunch of middle schoolers-”

“Hey, y’know what, I don’t have to take this,” Steve put his hands up and walked back towards the elevators.

“Aw Steve, I didn’t mean it,” you said, a smile still evident in your voice.

He just waved you off.

“Hey, if you’re going upstairs, can you grab my jacket for me? Thank you.”

He sent a thumbs up your way, rounded the corner, and disappeared into the cold white hallways of the hospital.

“He knows I was just teasing, right?”

“Yeah,” Dustin shrugged, “He’s just a bit of a drama queen.”

“I’m aware,” you smirked.

The two of you picked up the coffees in silence. You were on your way out of the hospital cafeteria when you grabbed the kid by the back of his shirt and pulled him to a stop.

“Hang on,” you said, plopping down in a nearby chair, “Let’s just sit for a minute, kid.”

“Why? What’s up?”

“It’s nothing,” you shrugged, “I just wanted to check in on you. This- having a friend in the hospital- it’s always rough. And you couldn’t even visit him, and you saw what put him in here. That… that would be a lot for anyone to take, but you’re just a kid. I can’t even imagine-”

“Hey, let’s get one thing straight, I am not a kid. I’m a teenager.”

A grin crossed over your face as you shook your head at Dustin’s antics, “You know what I mean, Dustin. Just- how are you holding up? Are you doing okay?”

“I’m fine!” he exclaimed, “Totally fine, I don’t know what you’re so worried about.”

“Oh, really?” you raised an eyebrow, “Well, I was just thinking about it because, y’know, I’m not doing well, nightmares and all that, and I’m an adult. But, I guess if you say you’re fine…”

You took a sip of your coffee as the kid looked up at you, eyes wide, “You’ve been having nightmares?”

“Oh yeah. Nasty ones. I haven’t slept in so long,” you hissed out the last part with a smile that Dustin could only describe as Eddie-like.

He stared at you for a second before you continued, “There’s no shame in it, kid. What we saw, what we went through- honestly, I’d be more concerned if it had no impact on our little human brains.”

“Excuse you, my brain is huge.”

“Of course, kid,” you reached over and knocked his hat into his eyes.

You sat in silence for a moment, sipping your respective drinks before Dustin spoke up again, “I haven’t been sleeping either. I- It’s just difficult. Every time I try to go to bed, I just see his face- or your face-”

“My face?”

“Yeah, when you-” he took a deep breath,, “When you realized that he- that his heart had stopped, you looked so scared.  More scared than I’ve ever seen a person look in my life. That image, it just, it got stuck in my head. Now I can’t sleep. Thanks for that.”

“Sorry,” you apologized as the kid ran a hand over his face.

“No, it’s not your fault it’s just,” he looked away from you, trying his hardest not to cry in your presence for the second time that day, “I was so worried about him, and there was nothing I could do about it, and I- I thought that coming here would fix that, but it hasn’t.  I’m still worried about him, and about you, and I just feel so useless-”

“Hey, hey, hey,” your voice was soft, “First things first, you don’t need to worry about me. I’m okay.”

“I know, it’s just… it’s so much.”

“I know. I know. But I think… that might be what we’re supposed to feel- like everything is too much.”

When the kid remained silent, you sighed and continued, all the while wondering how Steve and Eddie made looking after these kids look so easy.

“You’re allowed to be worried, y’know? More than allowed, I mean, being worried at a time like this is normal. It’s what you’re supposed to feel. And feeling useless is normal too, and I- I feel the same way so often, and, there’s no shame in it but… look at me.”

He did.

You took a deep breath and placed your hand on the table, “We both did everything we could do to save him.  Everything we could. And you were so brave down there, and he would be so proud of you if he was awake.”

“He would be awake if we had stopped him.”

“Are we talking about the same Eddie Munson?” you started, a smile on your face despite the tears forming in your eyes, “There was nothing we could’ve done to stop him. It was his choice, and his mind was made up the second he cut that rope. All we could do was take care of him afterwards, and we did.  We did.”

“We did,” he repeated your words. His voice sounded empty. So quiet. So unlike the energetic kid that saved the world with you.

“Listen to me, Dustin. That absolute dumbass that we call a friend is only alive because of you and me, okay? So when he wakes up, he’s gonna have to answer to us, right?”

“Right. You’re right, he’ll have to answer to us,” Dustin finally smiled. It felt as if a weight had been lifted from his chest. Fear and anxiety still filled his mind, but at the very least, he didn’t feel so useless anymore- and he knew he wasn’t alone.

“Come on,” you stood, “Let’s go see our guy, huh?”

Dustin nodded and the two of you picked up your small collection of coffees before heading to the elevator.  

On the ride back up, the kid turned to you and asked, “If Eddie does die, do you think Mr. Munson would let me take his guitar?”

You choked on your coffee, “If you tried to take the guitar I think Eddie would come back to life for the sole purpose of stopping you.”

“Really? Dang it.”

The disappointment in the kid’s voice made you giggle, and you were still laughing when the elevator doors opened to reveal a slightly shaken Steve.

“There you guys are, come on!” he yelled, grabbing Dustin and speeding down the hall.

“Woah, woah, woah, man, hang on, you’re gonna make me spill the coffee!”

“Oh, sorry-” Steve paused for a second, “Wait, no, hang on, this is more important than coffee, let’s GO!”  

He clapped his hands and continued to shuffle the kid down the hallway, leaving you to follow behind. You were still a few steps behind when Steve and Dustin turned into Eddie’s room. Muffled voices floated your way as you walked forward. Dustin was yelling. You weren’t sure why. When you finally turned the corner, you almost dropped the cups in your hands.  

Eddie Munson was awake.

Your eyes met his for a moment. It was just one moment- just a single moment, but it felt like an eternity passed between you. The world fell out from beneath you. You felt like you were falling, drowning, living and dying all at once. Your nerves were alive with electric energy. He was awake. Eddie Munson was awake. He was alive. His eyes were full of life again. Your body was on fire. And you were pissed. Too pissed to stick around for too long, in fact.

You put the coffees down resisting the urge to clench your fists around the cups of hot liquid. It wouldn’t be worth it, you thought, you’d get burned. You looked up at the small gathering of people in the hospital room before you. Eddie, Steve, Dustin, and Mr. Munson. You opened your mouth as if to say something to them. You were going to say something, you just didn’t know what. Either way, the words died in your throat.

You bit down on your lip, flexing your fingers and taking a few steps back towards the door. The silence was deafening, and what’s worse, it was really, really awkward. 

Finally, the right thing to say came to your mind. You took in a deep breath before you said, “Yeah, I’ve gotta… I need to go water my goldfish. Bye.”

With that, you broke your promise, and you left him again. You sprinted out of the room, running past the elevator doors and into the fire escape stairwell.

Your footsteps echoed off of the concrete walls as you paced back and forward. What were you doing?  Why did you run? Maybe you were just overwhelmed- you’d spent weeks at Eddie’s side, anxiously waiting to see if he would wake up and now, he was. And you were happy that he woke up! Of course you were! You were just so angry at him.   

That asshole had almost died. He’d run into danger either without thinking, or knowing exactly what he was doing, and you weren't sure which was worse. It was almost as if he thought his own life had no meaning- that wouldn’t be a new thought for him, but it would still piss you off.  Still.  You loved him.  You should’ve hugged him, held him, or done something.  You should’ve stayed with him at the very least. Of course, your brain and your body just couldn’t do that for whatever reason. Instead of staying with the man you loved, your heart froze in your chest when he looked at you, and then you ran from him. You ran.  

Now you were alone in the stairwell. You paced back and forward, moving up and down the stairs as you tried to clear your mind. You hit the main floor and passed by a window showing you the inside of the hospital. People moved about, nurses, doctors, patients. Near a desk was a pair of cops- cops. Shit.

Dustin Henderson was in a weird place. Over the past few weeks, he’d dealt with constant anxiety, nightmares, and an overall sense of unease. Now, it looked like at least some of that would come to an end. Eddie was finally awake.

And he looked like shit.  For a moment, he was fine, but when you left, something in the older boy’s eyes had changed. His eyes were empty again. He’d kind of curled in on himself as if he could fight off everything he was feeling by hugging his knees and ignoring it. Simply put, he looked devastated.

“So, uh… how are you feeling?”

“Like shit, Henderson.”

“Oh, yeah, well, uh-”

Steve mercifully cut off the kid’s stuttering, “Wait, when did (L/N) get a goldfish?”

“They don’t have one,” Eddie’s voice was cold. He sounded way too sad for someone who defied death and came back to life. The hospital room fell into an awkward silence. Nobody knew exactly what to do now.

“Well,” Dustin said, throwing his hands up, “I’m glad you’re back, man. But don’t you ever do that again.”

Before Eddie could half-heartedly promise that he’d be more careful in the future, you burst through the door, panting slightly, eyes wide with fear.

“We’ve gotta go.  Now.”

#x reader #eddie munson x reader #stranger things spoilers

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The One That Almost Stayed

A Quinn and Darlin fic that is based on the song, The One That Got Away, by the civil wars. It is set before Darlin meets Sam.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6,

Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

TW: Cussing, Quinn, Hostility, Blood, Grooming, nonconsensual biting. This fic discusses serious issues Tank probably went through. Please viewer discretion is advised.

It had been two months since Gabe’s passing, Tank could barely eat, sleep, they couldn’t move. It felt like the world around them came crashing down. They had lost their father figure twice now. They stayed in bed most of the time and had only recently showed up to work. They avoided any contact with Declan. Any contact with Hank, they would show up, work, and leave. Some days they would work well over their payed hours just to occupy themself from having to think.

They were pacing around their apartment. They wanted to shift, wanted to run. They couldn’t contain their anger, their grief. It wasn’t until they heard a knock at their door that they snapped out of their thoughts. They went to the door pulling it opened. It wasn’t locked so there was no need for them to unlatch anything. They froze as they saw a familiar figure. Quinn.

“Hey pretty. Miss me?” He said in a much darker tone. Tank stood blocking their door way. There was no way they would let him in.

“Leave. Now.” Tank bared their teeth at him letting out a low growl.

“Woah woah, I just came over to give my condolences. Want to come out with me tonight Wolfie? Take your mind off of things.” He moved forward and wrapped a strand of hair around his finger. They pulled away from him shooting him a killed glare.

“Get. Away. Now.” Tank growled out.

“Tanker?” Declan’s voice called out down the hallway. Tanks head shot over to him.

“Declan! Leave now!” They said panic setting in as they looked back over to Quinn. His face contorted and unreadable.

“Oh who’s this Tank?” His voice rang out musically. His eyes burned with something unreadable. “Oh is this the punk that pepper sprayed me? I think I’ll teach him a lesson.”

“No! Don’t you move!” They yelled as they shifted to stand between Declan and Quinn.

“What? You can’t beat me on your own. You know that… you can beat me alone Tank!” He moved forward but tank stepped back and snapped at him. Declan took out his phone and quickly dialed a number. Tank could hear a familiar accent on the other end. He called Milo.

Tank couldn’t focus on what was being said as Quinn tried to make a pass around them. They quickly snapped and bit his arm pushing him against the wall. Suddenly everyone could hear familiar howls, three of them. Even faster Quinn pushed tanker away, over the railing on the second floor.

They shifted back to try to land on their feet as they saw Quinn run away.Declan shouted their name before running downstairs. They had definitely sprained something at least, had cuts bruises. But they were alive. They stood back up pain shooting through their stomach.

“Tank!!” Declan yelled running over to them. Three wolves were soon at their side and shifted back to human. It was Milo, Ash, and David. Fuck they really didn’t want to mess with David right now. As it is they had seen him maybe once or twice in this past month. They didn’t want to upset him more.

“Tank, what the hell happened?” Davids tone came across rougher than usual.

“It’s fine I’m fine. He was here and now he’s gone.” Tank spoke.

“Why was he even here? Have you been hanging out with him again? Dad told you to report him and to leave him alone!” David’s tone raised

“You… You think we’ve been hanging out?” Tank said hurt evident in their voice.

“I thought you’d know better than this!” He sounded angry. Ash stepped in and put a hand on his shoulder pulling him back.

“Hey buddy maybe we should-“

“No!” David interrupted Asher, “No, you don’t get to go back to this shit Tanker! Mature! You need to grow up! He’s obviously bad for you!”

“I didn’t… I-“ Tank said voice shrinking as tears welled in their throat.

“What? You what? Huh?” He said growling, he didn’t know why he get so angry at them.

“You know what David. It’s nothing. Yeah it’s my bad. I’m sorry. I’ll leave you alone. Just go away for now…” they said standing up and storming off upstairs. Declan went to follow them, “Go home Declan. I’m fine.” They said firm and emotionless.

They walked back up to the apartment slamming the door shut. There was another knock at the door. They walked over and swung it open, wincing from the pain that shot through their arm. It was Declan standing there looking at them.

“I said I’m fine. Go home where it’s safe.” They said trying to sound harsh.

“No. I’m sorry Tank but no. You need someone right now, and unfortunately for you, you have a stubborn someone. And I’m not leaving anytime soon. So get used to it.” He said pushing his way into their apartment. They shut the door and stared at him in awe. He moved forward and hugged them tight.

“It’s ok. It’s not your fault Tank.” He spoke softly

“I know.” They said gruffly, sounding annoyed.

“You didn’t cause this.”

“I know,” they said weaker this time.

“You don’t deserve this, but it’s gonna be okay Tanker,” they finally broke out in tears. Clutching onto Declan’s back.

For the next two months Declan stayed at Tankers house. He was there to comfort them. He even invited his girlfriend over to help keep Tank company when they didn’t work at the same time. One month after this, five months after Gabe’s death, was his funeral. It was a Saturday and it was very rainy. Tank dressed in their nicest all black outfit. Wore black aviators Gabe had gifted them six months ago. And stood in the very back.

That day it was easy for tank to dismiss their tears as rain falling down on their cheek. Excuse their glasses for wanting to be inconspicuous. Excuse their tiredness for overworking.

David stood at the front and gave a speech about his Dad. Everyone around them was crying. Everyone from the Shaw pack, the Keaton pack, even the Solair Clan king came. Gabe was a good man, with a good heart. That was the one truth everyone knew about him.

As people started clearing away from the grave sight Tank stood their frozen. They couldn’t move. Again they felt this sinking feeling. Everyone they loved. Everyone who loved them. Left. Or turned out to be weird stalker killers. Either or. Tank didn’t know how long they stood there, staring at his grave, until someone put their hand on his shoulder. It was David.

“It doesn’t feel real. It’s weird. And uncomfortable. And I’m hurting more than I think I ever had Tank.” He spoke out softer.

“I’m sorry David… he was really… he was…” warm liquid started falling down their cheeks matching the rain.

“I know Tank, I know.” He stood next to them. They didn’t say much more to each other. They stood there for a solid 20 minutes just looking at where their dad was. Before they both went their separate ways.

Everything started to calm down after the six month mark. Declan was considering moving in and his girlfriend would also come with him. They were excited that they had a family growing in their own house.

“Declan! Can u help me with the groceries?” Tank called from the door.

“I got it! Declan’s in the shower.” His girlfriend, Naomi, called running to the front door. She was a plus size short women, with a fiery personality. She was magical, unempowered, but she was magical.

“Thanks Naomi. Hey did you see the news?” They asked beginning to put away the groceries.

“Yeah, Declan ate shit behind the newscaster, it was amazing!” She giggled as Declan came out of the shower.

“It was not amazing!! Don’t be mean! It was horrifying!” He said tucking his shirt into his pants.

Everything was going great. Everyone was happier than they had been in a while. It wasn’t until one day when they got a frantic call from Naomi. Someone had taken Declan

#redacted asmr #redacted audios #redacted darlin #redacted david #milo redacted #redacted sam #sam x darlin #redacted asmr asher #redacted shaw pack #redactedverse #redacted asmr david #redacted asher #redacted gabe #redacted william #redacted solaire clan

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Truce

Chapter 3! 

Recap: Draco and Harry were smoochin (aka made out on the floor of the Herbology tent) when Draco ran out of the tent :o 

Current Summary: Quidditch confrontations, what happens when the boys are finally alone on said quidditch field, etc!

Category: slightly NSFW  

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I was back at the Gryffindor dorm rooms, Malfoy’s robe tucked under my arm, hopefully hidden from view. I don’t want anyone that sees me to get the wrong idea.

But what is the right idea? After I had hidden Malfoy’s robe in my drawer, I pulled the curtains around my bed closed, charmed them to stay put, and cast a quick Silencio. 

Tonight, I’d kissed Draco Malfoy. And really, really enjoyed it.

Then, in as much privacy as I could get, I finally let out a giggle/ shriek.

Just one, though. 

I wouldn’t obsess over it. I won’t. I mean, though the old Slytherin families torment themselves with blood lineage and traditional family values, the younger scaly cohorts definitely do not feel the same. Most people know that Malfoy and Zabini have been friends with benefits for months now, and it’s been rumored that Pansy joins in sometimes as well. That’s all fine and well with me; frankly, it’s just evidence that our kiss was more platonic than romantic. 

Technically, most of my kisses have been platonic, Cho and Ginny being the only ones to make the list. And, because I’m gay, I’m going to strike them from the record. During my third year at Hogwarts, once I’d had my Wizard Bar Mitzvah, reporters deemed me ready to be interrogated and flew upon me like vultures. One awful interview with Rita Skeeter later and the wizarding world knew that their “Chosen One Chooses to Scaf Some Chaps” (actual, front page title). For years, I received hate mail, love mail, and hallway winks from Seamus Finnigan. All of it was naught to me - though I could tell I theoretically liked boys, I hadn’t wanted to kiss any that had known me as The Chosen One before just knowing me as Harry. 

But I had definitely just kissed Malfoy. On the floor of the herbology tent. With my tongue. 

And it was electric. 

Apparently not for Malfoy, though. He’d run out just as I was getting started. I could imagine it so clearly in my mind, what would have happened if he had just stayed to figure out what we were doing. I could visualize the smooth part of his neck under his ear, bone white but covered in purple splotches that I could have given him. 

My hand strayed past my trousers, and I felt the hard-on that just thinking about Malfoy had given me. 

I could see him, Malfoy, his shirt half undone and tie askew, when I’ve never seen him with so much as a stray thread.

My hand moved up and down, and I imagined Malfoy’s hand over mine, pressing harder into flesh and urging me to go faster. 

But he had left. And I couldn’t figure out wh - Oh. Sweet Salazar, we made out in the same tent as a Professor. I immediately scrambled up and wiped my sweaty hands over my duvet.

I hadn’t even realized that Professor Sprout was still in the herbology tent with us. Malfoy must think I’m an exhibitionist, or worse, that I’m willing to drag unwilling participants into my sexual fantasies. I have to apologize to him - tomorrow, before the Gryffindor-Slytherin quidditch match. Which is at 7:00 am, twelve hours from now. I resolve to stop thinking about Malfoy, and our kiss, and anything else besides sleep.

Turns out my resolve is shit, because I don’t sleep a wink. 

At 6:00 am, I make my way to the Slytherin locker rooms, my gear and Malfoy’s robe hidden in my quidditch bag. The Slytherin team has first warm-ups on the field today, and so most of them are already out on the field. Malfoy is still in the locker room, like I’d known he’d be. The team Seeker runs relatively less plays than the other members of the team, so he usually spends the extra time oiling his broom to shining perfection. 

When you spend all your time making sure someone can’t blindsight you with an attack, you end up knowing all the intimate details of their routine. 

Malfoy is surrounded by Crabbe, Goyle, and Zabini, even though they’re not on the team and aren’t allowed in the locker room. I freeze at the door, immediately deciding that this is a terrible idea and that I can just give him the robe after the game, but Malfoy notices me and beckons me in with a nod. 

I duck my head a bit shyly, and scuttle inside, door closing with an uncomfortable bang!. I quickly take the robe out and hand it over to Malfoy, who doesn’t say anything but raises his eyebrows amusedly. Zabini takes this in with a gleam of mischief in his eyes, and pats Malfoy on the back hard enough to move him slightly forward on the bench. 

“Malfoy, you sly dog! Good work on shagging the Chosen One!” Malfoy rolls his eyes, but says nothing to correct Zabini.

“What?” I stammer out, “It’s not like that, I mean,” I don’t know what I’m trying to say. Do I explain that we just kissed, or lie and say nothing happened? I can’t tell which is closer to the truth. 

I don’t get a chance to choose, because Malfoy’s mood immediately darkens.

“Embarrassed, Potter? Don’t want to be seen with a Deatheater?” he says, eyes narrowed into unforgiving slits.”

“What?” I say again, stupidly. I have no clue what Malfoy is getting at. I stand there for a second before mumbling a good game! and rushing out of the Slytherin locker room. 

I meet up with the rest of my team in my own locker room, where Ron gives me a quizzical look that I brush off with a shake of my head. Warm-ups whizz by, mostly because I’m barely paying attention. I thought Malfoy and I were done being everyone’s poster boys for good v. evil, but it seems like he’s too used to playing the part. Maybe it is too hard for us to be friends, after all. 

Before I know what’s happening, Madame Hooch is blowing the whistle and the balls are up in the air. I manage to catch a glimpse of gold near the Slytherin nets, and kick off in that direction. Malfoy noticed the same thing that I did, and races me to the Snitch with a focused look on his face.  He’s on my left, inches away from me, and has his hand out to stop me from getting ahead. He careens into me, in a way that matches the curve of the area as to seem accidental, but I can tell he’s in the mood for violence. I jerk my elbow out to stop him from pushing me, but he grabs my arm and pulls me in so that I’m almost laying across his broom. With my other hand, I tilt the end of his broom up and Malfoy into an uncontrollable nosedive, which forces him to let go of my arm.

If he wants to play dirty, then so can I.

Malfoy looks utterly furious now, an expression that’s surely mirrored on my own face. I can’t believe he would go back to fighting just after we had decided not to. One misunderstanding and we resort to pettiness on the quidditch field? Well, if Malfoy can be petty, I can be pettier. Pettiest, in fact.

Instead of focusing on the Snitch, I just search for Malfoy on the field, who is currently flying towards the Hufflepuff stands. I fly in a parabolic arc towards him, making sure I’m coming up at him from the bottom. I plow into Malfoy, which makes him turn into a tailspin towards the ground. Smugly, I then decide to look for the Snitch, which is right in front of my nose, as it happens. I grab it, surprised that it came to me that easily, but from across the field I hear Oliver Wood shout, “FUCK!”, which isn’t in itself unusual but it’s definitely not the reaction I expected for us winning the game. 

The Gryffindor stands cheer briefly, but then the Slytherin stands start going wild. I looked at the scoreboard for the first time all game and realized what had happened: the Slytherins were up by over a 150-point margin, so catching the Snitch had made us lose the game. I flew down to the ground, where the Slytherin team was celebrating, and the Gryffindor team looked like they all wanted to lob a Bludger at me.  

I didn’t want to face them, so I flew immediately to the Slytherin team to start the post-game handshakes. When I got to Malfoy, I found myself relieved that I hadn’t visibly bruised him. He was the only one on his team who scowled at me - the rest of them gave me wide grins and enough pounds on the back to surely leave me with something. I smiled at them weakly, ready to go hide in the locker room, when Malfoy pulled me to the side.

“What was that all about? And, don’t say, ‘What?’, you know exactly what I’m talking about!” he had to yell over the noise of the stands, but he sounded more hurt than upset.

“Hey, you started it!” I yelled back, matching his energy.

“I was playing the game, Potter,” he seethed, “You just attacked me! What, to embarrass me in front of my friends wasn’t enough, you have to brutalize me as well?” 

The stands were slowly emptying, and the teams had gone back to their respective locker rooms. By the end of Malfoy’s sentence, he didn’t have to yell anymore, but had packed his rage into tight enunciation and pointed words.

“Embarrass you? Zabini was the one who was saying we -” For some reason I couldn’t say the word ‘shag’ out loud in this context. “I was just setting the record straight!”

“Zabini already knew that we kissed, Potter! He was just poking fun!” Malfoy rolled his eyes at me in a way that said I could so strangle you right now. However, I was more confused than ever. This was apparently obvious on my face, because Malfoy followed that with, “Didn’t you tell Ron that we kissed?” I stood silent for a second before Malfoy muttered out, “Of course you didn’t.”

“Hey!” I said, louder than it needed to be. I took a step closer to Malfoy and tried again.

“Hey, you know it’s not like that. I didn’t tell Ron because, frankly, I didn’t know what to tell him. You ran out on me! How do I explain that without sounding like I forced myself on you! Which,” I took my first breath in what felt like forever, “I didn’t, right?” The last part came out more pleadingly than I had wanted it to, but thankfully the anger in Malfoy’s eyes had faded to understanding. 

“No, Potter,” he said quietly, “You didn’t force anything.”

The brooms had dropped from our hands some time ago, and now we were both facing each other directly, both breathing heavily.

“And, for the record,” he continued, “I thought we could continue what we were doing  somewhere without a sleeping Professor in the room. I waited outside the tent for you, but you stayed inside, so I just went back to my dorm.”

The realization that this had been a ridiculous misunderstanding dawned on both of us at the same time, just as it dawned that we had been inching closer and were now so close I could feel the heat from his breath. 

“You know, I don’t see any Professors around,” I joked, and this time Malfoy doesn’t roll his eyes. He does something much, much better - he shoves me up against the wall of the quidditch stadium and presses his lips against mine. 

I’m lost almost immediately, lost and found and turned whole again for the first time since last night. I nip fervently at Draco’s mouth, who presses himself closer to me so that we’re hip to hip. Without thinking, which is how I do most things if I’m honest, I move Malfoy’s leg so that it’s around my waist. 

A fleeting thought of ‘Yup, I’m definitely gay’ runs through my mind, though it quickly goes blank when Malfoy moves his mouth away from mine to the skin where my jaw meets my neck. This time, I’m the one who’s moaning as Malfoy bruises me in the best way possible, and I bare my neck to give him easier access, which he gladly accepts. He kisses down my neck in a scattered line, and each spot he touches becomes my new favorite. I can’t keep my hands from moving along his back, his waist, and soon I lift his other leg off the ground and wrap it around my waist so that I have an excuse to hold him. I spin us around so that he’s the one pressed against the wall, and before I go back to kissing him, Malfoy reveals the most beautiful, genuine smile I’ve ever seen on him. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this way before, so out of his perfect control and just happy. The thought dizzens me, and I have to readjust my hold on Malfoy’s thighs and ass, which elicits a high yelp from Malfoy. I outwardly chuckle at this, and Malfoy hits my shoulder jokingly. 

We’re both breathing harder than ever, and between gasps of air, Malfoy pants, “There’s a party. For - for Slytherin. The game. If you wanna come,”

“I mean, I’m practically a part of the team at this point, I scored your winning goal.” I chuckle, and Malfoy joins in.

“What was with that, by the way?” He asks, but I just shrug and say, “I was focused on - other things, I guess.” I look into his eyes when I say this, and his red cheeks go a shade darker than before. He hops out of my loosened hold on him, picks up his fallen broom, and starts sprinting back across the field. 

“Ready, Potter?” he calls, somehow already halfway across the field.

“Always!” I shout back, this time rolling my eyes at him, and then jog after him, heart beating much louder than it should.

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🌡😷🤧👃😭✨💊😔

Masky and Hoodie plaz

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🌡 tim tends to run moderate fevers and usually it’s unnoticeable cus he has the mask on but he doesn’t sweat a whole lot, his face just flushes a little. but tbh, when he’s running a high fever, you still wouldn’t be able to tell cus he probably would hide it well. brian tends to run higher fevers but he doesn’t feel hot, he feels colder. not when you check him but he gets chills and it feels like his blood is freezing up. you can tell when his fever is higher by just looking at him, his face will be super pale and he will be shivering like a cold dog.

😷 tim and bri/an both tend to still want to work and carry out orders although slendy never lets them when they’re sick. when they end up staying home they really don’t have any other choice BUT to rest, if they end up not fooling slendy. they both basically already wear their masks around the house anyways lol, plus if they didn’t they’d be unrecognizable, so they wear them around others and it still works effectively in not spreading it.

🤧 tim’s sneeze is moderately loud, it tends to spray a lot from how his tongue is placed in his mouth during release so it has wetness to it, he tends to cover up a lot of the time. they sound something like “hhuh- hhAHHTSSHUHh!!” or “hhAP-NNSHH!” when he’s stifling. brian’s sneeze is kinda naturally quieter, a lot less spray but he does sneeze in fits. they’re pretty long and can range from 5-7, he tries to hold them back a lot but they fail so hilariously. they sound like “hEHTSHH- eHhTSSSH! heIHHGHSHH- eHHGGNNXT- hYYEHGHHSHT- eHHIHPPSHH!! hEHHTSHOO!” and ofc he has to cuss at the end lolz.

👃 tbh tim’s nose is a lot less sensitive than people assume, due to him smoking a lot. the smoke kinda fucked up his nostrils and sinuses so now he’s pretty immune to a lotta things. i’d say on the sensitivity scale he gets a 3/10, but his nose does twitch when he DOES come into contact with something that irritates him. brian’s nose is actually a 6/10 on the sensitivity scale, he sneezes quite often. usually it’s just reflex on his body’s part, but it can be caused by hayfever, i see people giving him hayfever all the time lol. nose doesn’t twitch, i’m sad to say lol.

😭 both boys tend to whine in their heads when they’re sick, brian also makes little noises but never verbally complains out loud. masky tries to downplay his symptoms at whatever cost but it’s not the end of the world if someone finds out he’s sick, brian can’t really hide his pain like that so he’s more willing to be vulnerable than try to say everything’s fine lol

✨ feathers don’t do anything for both of them so rolled up tissue is def the best way to go. for masky you may have to try a lot harder to get a sneeze to come out cus his nose isn’t too sensitive, which obviously makes it more fun cus he’ll be wanting to sneeze but it just keeps sitting and growing 💖 as for brian he’ll hitch and start gasping for air between sneezes almost instantly in the first few seconds of the tissue being up there, and for as long as you have the tissue swirlin around in there he will just keep going on and on. for him you could also use lavender sprigs, if you have them.

💊 tim and brian take medicine like adults lol, they know they’re gonna need it. they don’t care what medicine it is, they’ll take it, however tim understandably feels weird abt pills.

😔 tim and brian sleep a lot longer than usual when they’re sick usually about 2 or 4 hours more than usual. tim is one to take naps frequently but not as much as he does when sick. tim tends to get snappy but not like aggressive, just shuts down conversations being made with him quickly. they both tend to withdrawal or at least try to with the other pastas. if you were their partner, first thing to look for with tim AND brian that others may not know, look for them whining or shaking in their sleep, that’s a sign of fever nightmares.

#snz #snzblr #sneeze #snz blog #sneeze art #sneezypasta

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Rules: post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to AO3. (Sort by date posted.) If you have less than 10 fics posted, post what you have.

1.  Through Life and Death (and In Between)

At twenty-seven, Seb has never seen fireworks before in his life.

“I know what they are though, obviously,” he says a tad crossly when Kimi holds out his hand to help him up to the deck of their private boat. “It’s all stored up here,” he taps his head.

2.  Love In All Its Forms

“It’s for you,” Rianna says proudly from her usual spot sat against her dad’s hip, holding out a paper-wrapped package to Uncle Sebastian when he greets them at the front door. In the garden behind her the flowers and bees are out, summer in full swing, and Uncle Sebastian lights up like the sun.

3.  Chicken Out

Kimi knows he’s in trouble when the newborn chick he watched hatch in the incubator starts following him around Seb’s house.

“It’s your chicken,” he complains to Seb a few hours later when he finds him hiding in the study. “Why is it following me?”

4.  Miss You, Love You

Kimi isn’t a writer, but when Sebastian leaves for testing in the lead-up to the new season which Kimi isn’t a part of anymore, he starts hearing the beginnings of a letter to his boyfriend in his head.

5.  Six Feet From Ice

The new guy in student housing is ruining Kimi’s sleep again. He can hear his sobbing at night through the thin walls, his keening when it gets too much and he’s struggling to breathe. They’re familiar sounds to Kimi, there were plenty of other kids in the Institute’s boarding school sounding just like that on their first few days in a strange new place—and maybe Kimi had been the same way too when he first arrived here as barely a teenager. He’s pretty sure he was never that loud though.

6.  Better Than Snow

“Kimi, look, it’s snowing!” Sebastian leaps out of bed like Kimi wasn’t just resting his head on his lap and runs to the window. “Look!”

Kimi rolls onto his stomach, annoyed at losing his comfy spot on Sebastian before starting to smirk. “Yeah, I’m looking.” He’s looking at Sebastian’s arse, that is.

7.  Pick-Up Fines

“I wasn’t speeding,” Sebastian says immediately when he’s pulled to the side of the road and the cop just stares at him through the window. “Honest,” he adds, squirming.

“Hmm,” the cop says and starts writing his speeding ticket anyway. Sebastian’s face falls.

8.  Cravings

Sebastian waddles into the kitchen at midnight, feeling fat but craving caviar. He opens the fridge to search for it but there’s nothing there, and nothing in the pantry either, and nothing on the little shelf where they keep cooking oil and sauces. Obviously.

Feeling put-out, Sebastian goes back to bed and wakes his husband up. “Kimi,” he says, whining, “I want caviar.”

9.  True Love's Kiss

One day, Seb wakes up pocket-sized. Kimi stares at him under the covers in their bed and pokes him just to see if he’s real, and naked Seb tumbles backwards into his normal-sized clothes.

“Kimi!” he yelps.

10.  Project 22

Dear Mr. Vettel,

I am delighted to inform you that you have successfully passed the screening process for Project 22. Congratulations! As you probably know, you are one of the 22 carefully selected applicants from a pool of over 300 to journey into outer space looking for a new colony for Earth.

-

tagging: @wolfsbanesbite @s-vettel @helenvader @vettesebas @lucktofate if you want to do it (no pressure!) and anyone else who wants to do it too <3

#tag game #fic talk

[lomoshield]

Sleepless in seatle crumbs in the bed quote

Micah came to my bed at 6:50 to eat and yup, you guessed it. We did his eye drops at 6:40 and his crying about that woke up Micah. I turned on his music and told him it was too early still. Mark woke up at 6 be/c he couldn't find his bok (it had been pushed to the edge of the bed) (He took two bites of a cereal bar and gave it back to me. Matthew woke up at 2am to potty and crying about being hungry and thirsty. Micah, besides his oh so not happy butt rash, is also fine and I'm praying he stays that way.Įye drops given to Matthew and both big people in beds at 7:30 I will say that! Mark is fine fine fine! He doesn't understand why Matthew's home and on the couch and not playing with him, but he's fine. I will say PRAISE THE HOLY LORD ON HIGH that Mark and Micah aren't showing symptoms of either of these. Seriously, I want to BANG my head on this desk. We'd had a horrible night and so I took him back in. My poor Matthew has had a fever on and off since Sunday (it was up again today after being gone yesterday), pink eye -diagnosed Monday pm and now Bronchitis -diagnosed today. I feel like I'm DROWNING in all the possible WHAT IFS come to life! (Well. we've been to the ER, well care clinic, and the pediatrician. Take that "normal routine" and JAM IT DOWN THE TOILET. and all systems are running smoothly, I'm nervous anyhow for the what-ifs. I have become so nervous at night when I take it out for the evening. Since getting my hearing aid over a year ago. I wake up and see intervals of half hours on my clock, listening in case someone may need something and I might not have heard it. I hear the door knob turn as Matthew opens it in the morning to leave the room (my door is of course open already). I hear every creaking noise this house makes. He can tell me who was tossing around in the night and I didn't know anyone budged. He sleeps very lightly while I sleep oh so soundly. I usually sleep with the bathroom light on in the hallway and the bedside touch lamp on low-things we don't normally leave on when my other half is nestled under the covers with me. I can go to bed at 10 and still be staring at the clock well past midnight begging to turn off the stress, wondering, anxiousness, fear, what-if-ings so that I can MAYBE sleep before someone wakes up needing something with the normal requests from Matthew: Is it morning yet? from Mark: I'm thirsty or I can't find my bok (bah-ck = blanket) or from Micah crying to eat. It takes sometimes HOURS for my brain to turn off. When Jamie is gone on a normal trip with normal functioning routine stuff going on at home, I barely sleep. I feel like Tom Hanks in that movie- only without the losing my wife part thankfully.

#Sleepless in seatle crumbs in the bed quote

[touyasdoll]

Something To Cry About

pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x f!reader

word count: 3.5k

warnings: oral (f!receving), face sitting, overstimulation, dacryphilia, mild degradation, multiple orgasms, soft sex, playfighting/wrestling, princess as a nickname, size kink, not really impact play but reader gets spanked v gently, tickling, gonna say v mild humiliation just in case, biting, marking, unprotected sex, creampie

basically: you just wanna treat Bakugou right on his birthday. of course, your willful husband has other plans.

notes: this is just a lil' happy birthday fic for my favorite blasty boi <3 yeah, it's late, but so is everything I do. Kats understands, thank goodness <33

Katsuki is a creature of habit. Always has been, probably always will be. 

He’s always in bed by absolutely no later than 10 o’clock and then he’s up by 6 the following morning. Even on his days off, he insists on keeping to his routine, so that he doesn’t risk his sleep schedule getting thrown out of whack. It’s hard enough for him to wake up each morning and it never gets any easier, yet he persists. The same routine each and every day. 

Roll out of bed. Wish that he could sleep for a little while longer—which he could, if he let himself. Go for a run. Make coffee. Fix breakfast. Go back to the bedroom. Once again, wish that he could rejoin you in bed. Drag you out of the bed. Give you a good morning kiss and then sate you with coffee, food, and more kisses. He’ll never refuse your request for more kisses.

There were rare occasions that he broke his habits for. Celebrations, emergencies, and most rarely, just for the fuck of it.

Today was an occasion. A pretty big one too, but he had still set his alarm last night when he tucked in at precisely 9:59 p.m., telling you that he’d wake you by 9, at the latest. Little did he know that you had unplugged his alarm. Turned off the backup alarm on his phone too, because of course he had a backup. 

The hour was now nearly 8 a.m. and you were honestly surprised that he was still asleep. Normally, his natural alarm clock has him up by no later than 7, but he’s been working a lot lately, hence why you decided to give him the opportunity to catch a few extra z’s this morning while you fixed breakfast for a change. He was usually the chef between the two of you, but you knew your way around a simple breakfast spread. It’s not going to be much compared to the fancy breakfast in bed he’d prepared for you on your birthday, but it’ll be edible. 

You debate letting him sleep for longer, but if you know your husband–and you do–he’ll grumble all morning about how you let him oversleep, birthday be damned. So, you stroll into the bedroom, set the breakfast tray down on the dresser for now, and crawl into bed to poke the sleeping bear. 

“Good morning, birthday boy,” you greet in a sing-song voice, your hand gently working into his blonde locks, which are obviously afflicted with a case of bedhead. “It’s time to get up, baby.”

“My alarm clock decides when it’s time to get up and I did not hear that shit go off,” he murmurs, turning over to shove his face down into the pillow. 

“Well, I’m your alarm clock today and I’ve decided that now is a perfect time for you to wake up and enjoy your breakfast,” you insist as you drape yourself on top of him. He’d never truly mastered the art of ignoring you. He couldn’t.

All he offers you in response is a grunt and a muttering of something that’s swallowed by his pillow. 

“C’mon,” you pout, lifting a hand to prod at his cheek, poking him once. Twice. Three times..nothing. “Fine,” you huff, folding your hands on his shoulder and resting your chin atop them as you shrug. “But you’re not allowed to complain that I let you sleep too late.”

He sighs and another inaudible grumble can be heard before he finally lifts his head far enough from the pillow to let coherent words pass through his lips. “What time is it?”

“Just past 8,” you say as you rest your head and let your eyes close. Falling back asleep was tempting. “Still too early for me.”

“8? I slept in that fuckin’ late?” He picks his head up a bit more, jostling you from what was a rather comfortable position. 

“What did I just say about complaining?” You tease, shaking your head as you roll off of him, back into your rightful place beside him in bed to prop your head up in your palm.

“It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to, right? Ain’t that how that shit goes?” He smirks as he turns over to face you, mirroring your position as his other hand reaches out to rest on your waist, drawing you into him. 

“Oh, I’ll give you something to cry about, Katsuki,” you slide closer, slotting your calf through his legs and bringing your knee up over his thigh, winding yourself around him with all of your limbs as your arm slips beneath his own to hold him.

“Yeah? I’d like to see a pipsqueak like you try,” he snorts. “C’mon, princess. Give it your best shot.”

He runs his hand along your side and punctuates his words with a gentle swat to your behind, one eyebrow cocking as the smirk etched into his features only grows. You scrunch your face up in a determined scowl. You couldn’t take him, but you could still try your damnedest. There’s no way that you could actually hurt a behemoth such as him, so you could also make an attempt without worry. 

“Alright, but just remember, you asked for it,” you shake your head, flashing your palms as if to absolve yourself from any would be guilt should you actually manage to inflict an injury upon him. All he can do is laugh in reply. 

“I’m waiting,” his eyes sparkle as they perceive you, sizing you up for probably the millionth time since you’ve met, but never losing any of their luster as he takes you in. 

Your giggle reaches his ears before your hands find his shoulder, trying to pin it down to the plush of the mattress beneath you, but he won’t budge. You roll your whole weight into him and nothing happens, save for the smile creeping across his face. 

“Is that the best you got? I oughta teach you a thing or two if this is your idea of self defense,” he chuckles. “Should I let you win? Or should I give you somethin’ to cry about instead?” 

The smile on his face takes a turn in the direction of mischievous, an all too familiar expression that has your stomach doing flips at the sight of it. 

“How would you do that?” The timbre of your voice is deceptively innocent as you stop your efforts, deflating back into the sheets, smushed up against your brick wall of a spouse. 

“Like this,” he shrugs and slips both his hands around you, seizing you by your middle to flip you over the top of him and slam you into the mattress as he switches places with you. 

There’s a dampened whoosh of fabric as your spine sinks into the bed, your head cradled by down pillows that smell like his shampoo. Laughter is traded, but it quickly gives way to mild terror on your end as his fingers begin to wiggle up and down your sides. 

“Babe! Don’t! Ahh–d-don’t, please!” You beg, but it’s all in vain as his hands glide along your torso, attacking all of the places that he knows are sure to turn you into a giggling, gasping mess. 

“Say mercy,” he chuckles. “C’mon, darlin’, you know the rules.”

“Fuck your–ha! Katsukiiii! Ple–AHH–please!”

“Nah, you asked for this, remember?” He’s growing more smug by the second. “Gonna make you laugh until you cry. Or until you say mercy.”

“No!” You shake your head, writhing beneath him while you try to defend yourself, elbows pulled in close while your tiny hands try to fend off his all encompassing ones. “Stop!”

You’re already gasping for breath, trying to pull in fresh air amidst the fit of laughter and the on-going struggle, but he always wins this little game and you’re determined not to let him this time. So you fight back–like, actually. 

Your palms connect with his pecs and you push him with such force, that you catch him off guard. He stops tickling you long enough for you to take advantage of the opening you see and you grab hold of him, rocking to one side and then the other, using his own body weight as leverage to roll on top of him before you throw your arms up in the air, victorious for once!

“Good job,” he chortles, hands swallowing the expanse of your thighs as he slides his palms over your warm skin, exposed by the immodest hem of your sleep shorts–the ones he loved on you so much. 

Kind, lazy eyes flicker over your form, slowly consuming your silhouette like the last, glowing embers of a fire consume kindling. You’ve always felt like you could burn under his ruby red gaze and even after all this time, that still felt true. 

“I’m sorry,” he says after a moment, his gaze falling to where his thumb was absently rubbing against the inside of your thigh. 

“What for?” You cock your head to the side, genuinely confused by his sudden apology. 

“For this,” he smirks, but you hardly have a chance to see it before your back hits the mattress again and this time his weight is lumbering over you. 

Two muscled arms cage you in on either side while his heavy hips keeps yours pinned down. You’re at his mercy, but you can’t say that you would ever complain about being in such a position. 

“I still don’t understand what you’re apologizing for,” you breathe out a laugh, tilting your chin up to silently ask for an overdo good morning kiss, which he happily grants you. 

“Oh, well m’still gonna make you cry, princess. I’m a man of my word, you know that,” he insists as his nose nuzzles yours, a gentle gesture compared to the way that his hands snatch your shorts away from you. 

The cute underwear you’d put on specifically for this round of birthday sex too. Gone in a flash as he impatiently slips them right off your body and spreads you wide for his ravenous eyes, drinking you in again in all your exposed glory. He’s salivating by the time he hunkers down between your thighs, too focused on the task at hand to tease you about how flustered you look right now. He always found it adorable. Endearing, even. But there was nothing adorable or endearing about the things that he was thinking about at the moment. 

“Baby,” the noise falls from your lips in something akin to a whimper as you press your hands flat to the sheets, which you knew it was only a matter of time before you were gripping at them for dear life. 

He hasn’t even touched you yet and already, you’re giving him exactly what he wants. Happy Birthday, Katsuki, you suppose. 

“Say my name, baby,” he instructs as he presses the softest kisses to ever grace your body along the inside of your thighs, each one sending a new, potent shiver down your spine. 

“K-Katsuki,” you sigh, voice already shaking from the anticipation of the pleasure that awaits you, just inches away. 

You can feel his warm breath fanning over your poor, throbbing pussy. You close your eyes and brace yourself for the contact of his mouth, but it doesn’t come. 

“On second thought,” he looks up at you, vermillion eyes gleaming as he toys with a devious idea that he’s clearly excited to share with you. “Why don’t you sing me happy birthday? You were goin’ to anyway, right? Let’s see if you can finish the song before I make you cum.”

“You can’t be seri—oh, fuck,” you gasp, eyes fluttering closed as his warm, wet tongue parts your folds, diving into explore your sweetness with no trace of shame as he lets out a groan. 

“Best start singin’, princess,” he murmurs, lips brushing against your clit before they close around it and he sucks. 

“H-ha—ppy birthd—ay to y-you,” you comply with far more difficulty than you anticipated. 

He hums in satisfaction, the vibrations making it near impossible for you to think straight let alone sing this godforsaken song, but you fear that he might stop if you do. 

“Happy b—irth—oh, fuck—b-birthday to you. B-baby, I can’t,” you whine, the pleasure quickly becoming too much entirely. 

It might be a more feasible task if he weren’t just so good at what he does. He knows exactly how to drive you crazy. How to get you right up to the edge in no time flat. You’d blame it on the years of experience he has with your body specifically, but he’s always seemed to inherently understand how to navigate it. You’d think somebody had handed him a map the first time you were together and since then, he’s only gotten better with practice. 

“Yes ya can,” he counters, giving your swollen clit a break as he drags his drenched lips along the inside of your thigh. “I know you’re getting close already, aren’t you?” 

You can feel that famously smug grin of his against your skin before he nips at it, taking your flesh between his teeth to suck a faint, red mark there and then repeating the process on the other side, despite how you squirm. 

“Can’t,” you shake your head, knitting your fingers into his hair to tug gently as he leaves yet another set of matching marks on either side of your innermost thigh.

His tongue teases your slit, his hot breath tickling you as he lets out a chuckle that edges on condescending. He dives in again, tongue plunging into your core without mercy this time, so that he can fuck you with the long, pink muscle while he hooks his arms beneath your legs, holding you firmly in place. 

“Katsuki! Fuck. Oh fuck, baby, p-please,” your whining persists, but it only serves to encourage the grin on his face. 

He licks a stripe up to your clit, hovering above your swollen sex as saliva slowly cascades off of his tongue. A drop of it lands with a wet plop and he watches intently as it runs along your delicate folds, a low growl rumbling in his chest while his hips start to roll. 

“C’mon,” he tears his greedy gaze away from your entrance to look you in the eyes. “I’ll even slow down for ya, baby.”

Two long, thick digits are suddenly prodding at your hole, but just one slips inside to slowly work you open, his eyes never leaving your face. He always likes to watch when he has the chance. See each little twitch and tug of your facial features when he touches you. How your eyes flutter when he curls his finger. How your mouth falls open and you let out one of those moans that is so soft it should be considered a sin in and of itself when his thumb circles your clit. It all looks like art to him and he is simply honored to be living in the presence of a masterpiece. 

You aren’t sure if this is making things better or worse for you. Regardless of pace, it just feels so damned good when he’s the one pulling the strings, puppeteering you in the paradise that he keeps hidden in the palm of his hand. 

“Happy bir—thday, dear Ka—ha—atsuki,” you half whisper and half sing, both hands pressing to the sheets on either side of you as you clutch at the fabric, trying to take slow, steadying breaths as his hand moves slower still. “Happy birthday..to—,” is as far as he allows you to get before he attaches his lips to the ones between your legs again and begins absolutely devouring you. 

Your hips jerk, but he wraps both arms around either of your thighs again, keeping you right where he wants you. That is, until he decides that this position isn’t exactly where he wants you right now. 

He suddenly rolls onto his back, catching you off guard when he takes you with him. You find yourself straddling his face, hips bucking of their own accord as you teeter right along the edge, your impending orgasm only staved off thanks to the mild shock of the change in position. 

“K-Katsuki,” you mewl, a desperate plea, but certainly not a complaint as you pick yourself up to sit up straight, hips still rolling as his tongue plunges in and out of you. 

“Cum f’me, princess. Cum right on my fuckin’ face. You can do it,” he rasps, red eyes locked on yours as he laps at your folds with renewed vigor, rapidly flicking your clit with his tongue until he hears the telltale sign that you’re about to do precisely as he asked.

He wraps his lips around your now entirely too sensitive clit to suck, lashing his tongue faster still until your hips jerk and you sob his name, riding his face while he grins and groans into your pussy slurping up every last drop of your essence that his mouth can retrieve. 

“Ka—ha! Katsuki, s’too much. T-too much, baby, please. I can’t take it,” you gasp, panting for breath as tears manifested from pure pleasure well in your waterline, threatening to spill over your cheeks.

He finally relents, but only to flip you right back over, grunting like a feral animal as he hooks his large hands around your thighs and pulls you closer to him while he gets onto his knees. He has no doubt that you’re soaked enough to take him, so he wastes no time, impaling you immediately with the full length of his long, thick, and throbbing cock. 

“Shit, you feel so fuckin’ good, baby,” he grunts, sighing with relief as he lumbers over you and starts to move, taking his time, despite his desire to ravage you. 

Your eyes roll back as you try to take in more air, feeling robbed with each slow roll of his hips. Already, you can feel the pressure building inside you again and you cling to his biceps, squeezing his muscular arms almost as tight as your still pulsing walls constrict around his cock. 

He sees the way your eyes have turned glassy, wet with tears that he just can’t wait to make you spill. A small smirk comes to his lips as he picks up the pace, thrusting a bit faster and with more purpose. 

It works beautifully. He’s more than pleased to see those dormant tears finally trail over your cheeks while you make such pretty, needy noises for him, just for him. He leans down to kiss the tears away before he leans in your ear, speaking through his labored breaths, “Told ya I’d give you somethin’ to cry about.”

He pulls back to smile down at you, capturing your lips again before you can say anything, not that you could anyway. It feels too good for you to be able to form a coherent thought. All you can do is smile blissfully against his lips and let him swallow the moans and whimpers that spill freely from you. 

He eventually rests his forehead against yours, his hips moving faster still as one of his hands catches your waist and he groans, almost as if he’s in pain, but you know that he’s close and you are too. A few more thrusts is alll it takes to send your rocketing into oblivion again, beckoning fresh tears to your cheeks while your walls clamp down around him and your cries of ecstasy echo around the bedroom. 

His hips stutter a moment later, his own sinful noises meeting and melding with yours as he pours all of himself into you, continuing to fuck his hot seed deep inside of you while he buried his face in the crook of your neck. He pants as his thrusts taper off, slowing them as he licks along your collarbone and up to your neck to taste the salty sheen of sweat you’d worked up until he stills inside of your and nuzzles his nose against your jaw. 

“I love you,” he says softly, leaning in to kiss another stray tear away before he captures your lips again. 

“I love you too, baby,” you reply, cupping his face in your hands to pull him in for another kiss. “Now, can we enjoy your birthday breakfast?” You ask with a tender smile as you drag your thumb along his chiseled jaw. 

“No, thanks. I already ate,” he teases, chuckling as you roll your eyes and let out a soft giggle, your lips melding together once more while he rolls onto his side and draws your against him to wrap you snugly in his arms.

#happy bday bakugou <33 #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou smut #bakugo smut #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha smut #bnha smut

[xoxo-teddybear]

You Did This To Us - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: ANGST, cursing, gore, implied sexual activity, infidelity, alcohol abuse, marijuana use, I’m just here to rip y’all hearts out, MDNI

Summary: It was a horrible battle against raging villains and he watched you, his loving wife of 6 years, get pierced right in front of him. It was traumatizing. Your days in the hospital sent him into depression, causing him to make the worst decisions of his life. Decisions he’s regretted the second he’s made them and decisions he’ll forever regret because of what it cost him.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

He warned you not to come. No that’s not the right word. He begged you to sit your ass down at home where you would be safe. But of course, you were never that kind of hero. You could never sit on the sidelines and watch others fight a battle you knew you could at least try to help in. So with a heavy heart, he reluctantly allowed you to come. His first regret.

Because as the battle died down and victory was in sight, his world was thrown into chaos once more. The villains were down. The wind was settling. The dust was clearing. Katsuki could see you struggling to stand due to exhaustion but saw your smile nonetheless. He gave a breath of relief as he still saw you and jogged over to you. As he did, you noticed him coming your way and your smile only grew. Until it suddenly dropped, along with his own. Out of nowhere, a sharp, metal staff flew threw the air and pierced you right in the stomach. The sight was nauseating as Katsuki covered his mouth, truly shocked. He watched you in horror as you trembled before falling to the ground.

Katsuki looked behind him to find the attacker and saw some stupid, weak ass, good for nothing villain use the last of his power just to cause you harm. Then the world began to shake. No, that wasn’t it. Katsuki was violently trembling as he looked towards the bastard on the ground. Despite him being knocked out cold, that didn’t stop Dynamight from rushing over to him, grabbing him by the neck and blasting him. No one was around. No one would see. His job was safe. He could do this and have no repercussions whatsoever, so why not?

After the petty villain’s death, Katsuk used every ounce of strength in him to run to your body that had blood trickling down the side of your lips. “Y/N!”

You turned your head the best you could to find your husband sobbing his eyes out as he picked you up into his lap. He cradled your head and gently tapped your face, trying to keep you conscious. “Hey! Hey, you’re gonna be okay, alright?! You’re gonna be okay baby I promise.”

“Suki..I’m tired.” You whispered out in a weak voice. Hearing your words stabbed him through the chest.

“I-..I know baby. I know you’re tired. But- but you can’t go to sleep okay? Don’t go to sleep. You have to stay awake- stay alive! Okay?” He pleaded with you. He called out for a medic once he saw the flashing red and blue lights near the scene and held onto your body. He looked to you and saw your eyes becoming null and dense before firing back up again. You were falling in and out of consciousness. You were a fighter and you were trying to stay alive. It made him choke out a sad laugh. “You’re gonna make it, Teddy Bear, I swear.”

“….if I don’t make it-“

“You will, you idiot, don’t say shit like that!”

“But if I don’t…just- Ah-….just know I love you, Suki.”

Katsuki kissed your forehead before hugging you close. “I know, Y/N. I love you too. More than anyone, and more than you’ll ever fucking know.”

He noticed a small smile reach your lips before the medics came. Katsuki was quick to stand with you in his arms, careful and aware of the metal still pierced within you. He handed you off to the professionals who handled you with extra care. They brought you into the ambulance with Katsuki trying to follow in before being stopped.

“The fuck-“

“Dynamight, we can’t allow you to go in.” One said.

“And why the fuck not?! That’s my wife in there!” Katsuki shouted as he pointed to you.

“I understand, but her condition is severe. We can’t have anyone taking up space as we take care of her on her way to the hospital.” He explained.

“Taking up space?! Do you even know who you’re-“

“Sir, please. Let me do my job, let me save your wife’s life.” With that, Katsuki finally nodded in silence as he allowed the medic’s words to echo in his head. “Can you meet us at the hospital?”

Once again, a silent nod. With that, the medic was off and back to your seemingly lifeless body. Katsuki watched as he lead the team and perfectly directed them. He was sure that until you got to the hospital, you were in good hands. That was one guy he could surprisingly trust. He didn’t know him very well or at all for that matter, but he has Dynamight’s trust. Now Katsuki just had to head home and clean himself up before finding you again. Screw getting checked up. He knew his body. He knew he was damn well fucking fine.

—

As Katsuki opened the door to his house in a rush, he was quick to take a shower just to wash off the dirt and blood. He quickly hopped out and changed into some clothes before looking for his car keys. He found them at his nightstand along with the framed pictures of you and him. One on your wedding night and one celebrating your 3rd anniversary as a married couple. As Katsuki quickly looked through he pictures he smiled with a tear falling down his cheek. He looked around the room and took in all the pictures of you both that decorated your walls and tables.

You both were together since junior high. You were together for 10 years and despite being at the young ages of 23 and 22, he still decided to pop the big questions and propose. You said yes. It was one of the happiest days of his life, next to getting you to be his girlfriend, and meeting you in general. Forget the hero work, he’d trade it all if it meant he got to stay with you. You were always involved when it came to his happiest points in life. And now you were fighting for your life at the hospital. So with that, Bakugou wiped his tears and ran to his car, urgently trying to meet you at the building.

As he pulled up and parked, he pushed passed all the paparazzi and fans that surrounded the entrance due to news of you being there. You can assume how bad it got when everyone took notice of another pro-hero, and that pro being Dynamight no less, showing up. Despite all that, Bakugou forced his way in and made it to the front desk, demanding to know where you were. The poor lady at the desk had to deal with this explosive bomb, only to anger him even more by asking for his ID.

“Are you a fucking idiot?! Look at me! I’m Bakugou fucking Katsuki?! The number one pro fucking hero?!” He screamed at the poor girl.

“I’m- I’m sorry sir! It’s just protocol. H/N is a pro-hero, this is just what has to be done.” She shakily let out. Bakugou grunted before slamming his ID and Hero license onto the table. The lady nodded before handing him a piece of paper that had directions to your room.

Bakugou snatched it and gave her a scowl before running to look for you. Finally making it to one of the highest floors and down the longest hallways, he finally reached your door with 2 doctors already standing out in front of it. Bakugou tried to get through but they stopped him from entering.

“What?! What fucking now?!” He shouted as he stepped back to keep their hands off of him.

“Sir, they’re taking care of your wife just fine, but you have to wait here.” One of the docs demanded. With that, an argument bursted out between the pro and the doctors. The booming voices shook the building until a familiar voice was heard from behind the blonde.

“Dynamight, your wife’s in good care. I made sure my own wife was to be her head doctor.” Bakugou turned around to find the medic that stopped him from going into your ambulance there.

“It’s you.” He spoke aloud. The medic smiled before bowing.

“Daisuke Ena,” the medic said before standing back up straight. “Please trust me when I say your wife will be fine.”

“…and why should I?” Bakugou said after thinking for a minute.

“My wife is the one taking care of her. She is one of the best, if not the best, doctor in the prefecture. That’s not a biased opinion by the way, you can look her up. Daisuke Ami. I ensured it was her who was to see to your wife.” Daisuke said with a calm smile. After looking towards your hospital room, Katsuki turned back to the medic and nodded silently like he did before. But this time, he added a small ‘thank you.’

—

6 hours. Katsuki sat in one of the seats in front of your hospital room for 6 fucking hours only for them to tell him they cannot allow you visitors. You were in an unstable condition and so they sent Katsuki home. The news was heart wrenching. You always ran through Katsuki’s mind 24/7. He couldn’t stop it. But now, these thoughts were no longer happy and innocent, consisting of ‘damn, I miss her,’ and ‘I wonder what my girl’s doing right now.’ Instead they consisted of ‘Is she gonna be okay,’ and ‘she’s gonna come home, right?’ but most of all ‘I can’t lose her.’

Luckily for Katsuki, he became familiar with medical staff, Daisuke Ena, and was lucky enough to get his number. Daisuke gave him updates on Y/N. Usually, they weren’t so great but the hero appreciated the messages. The text didn’t help in uplifting Katsuki’s spirits though. If anything, they made them worse. In the beginning, Katsuki had hope that you would turn out okay.

But then a week passed.

And then another.

And then two more and before he knew it, you had already been in there for a month. This was the longest month of Katsuki’s life. It sucks to say but in the 13 years that you both have been together, he’s hasn’t done much alone outside of hero work. And even then, he would be lucky enough to work with you. It was always you and him together. Dates? Duh. Grocery shopping? Always you and him. Going for a walk? Why not? He loves spending as much time as he could with you. He loves you. But he hadn’t realize how dependent he became on your presence. In a way, you being gone drove him mad. He knew where you were. You were in the hospital. He could drive her there and see you right now!

No he can’t.

Because he would go and you would be stuck in bed, unconscious and hooked to machines, in a room, behind a door that Katsuki can’t get by. Seeing you isn’t the same as holding you. Speaking to you isn’t the same as conversing with you. There’s no reciprocation from your end. Being around your near lifeless body could only do so much. And so after two more weeks without you went by, Katsuki fell into a depression.

And that sucks because a few days after Katsuki’s depression began, it was okay for him to see you. But you hadn’t woken up yet. He didn’t think he would be able to be near you and your practically dead body. The fact that you were alive didn’t stick to him. He can’t see your beautiful E/C eyes, he can’t hear your honey-like voice..there’s no way you’re alive. The back of his mind still had hope. He knew you were stable. He knew you were gonna be okay..hopefully..but, you weren’t waking up. You were basically dead. Dead, dead, dead. And the more he thought about it, the more realistic the idea came to be.

So he didn’t visit you anymore..something else he’ll come to regret, and because he didn’t visit, he grew mad. Throwing away his life and succumbing to the tempting taste of alcohol. Any he could get. From the cheapest beers in cans to the finest liquors sold from top shelf. In the beginning, it was..controlled, but then he showed up to hero work completely wasted. Kirishima saved his job and forced Katsuki to take a break until he becomes stable again. This only gave Katsuki free time to do whatever the hell he wanted. And what did he want to do? He wanted to become lost.

Lost in alcohol, lost in weed, lost in everything. Lost because he doesn’t have you. Everyday he would spend it drinking and smoking, constantly being cross faded and surprising all his friends when he remained alive after all the substance abuse. Wake up, drink, get ready, drink, sit in the living room, smoke, cry over you, smoke and drink, eat and drink, go to sleep after a smoke sesh, cry over you once more. Eventually, Katsuki had cried so much, the only thing keeping him together was the fact that he had all these pictures of the two of you. Pictures of your smiles, you giving him a kiss, your dates, your accomplishments..he has all these pictures..but none of them would ever be as good as the real you.

Seeing his friend going down this road, Kirishima couldn’t help but try to do everything he could to fix his friend. No matter how many times Katsuki pushed him away, the red head kept going back. And none of his attempts to help his friend worked. Until…

—

“What now, Shitty Hair?” Bakugou groaned as he opened his door and squinted at the bright day light. He doesn’t remember that last time he’s seen the sun.

“I know you’ve been in a slump-“

“Slump? That’s what you call this? I lost the love of my life, Kirishima. This isn’t a fucking slump.” Bakugou said a little louder this time.

“She’s not gone, Bakugou.” Kirishima said trying to reassure his friend.

“But she’s not here either,” the blonde said as he chewed on his lip. “…look, whatever it is you want from me, I can’t give you. Not until Y/N is back at home, here, with me, safe and alive.”

“I know you feel that way man, but you can’t keep living like this. It’s not good for you. You at least need to get out of your house.” Kirishima said with his hand on the door as Bakugou tried to shut it. The blonde narrowed his eyes at his best friend before Kirishima spoke up again. “We can go wherever you wanna go and do whatever you wanna do, you just gotta get out of this house. Please.”

As Katsuki thought about it, he took a deep sigh before speaking. “Tonight at Hiro’s?”

“Dude, you wanna go to a bar-“

“It’s a club. Better than a bar, better drinks.” Bakugou corrected.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna hit the gym or maybe go to an actual restaurant or something?” Kirishima said, trying to steer his friend clear of alcohol.

“If you want me out of my house, then we go where I wanna go. No exceptions.” Bakugou said with a stern voice. Kirishima thought about it and sighed before giving in.

“Fine. But first, you gotta clean yourself up.” The red head said. The blonde nodded before going to shut his door, only to be interrupted by his friend once again. “With a little help from your best buds.”

As Kiri pushed the door open even more, Kaminari and Sero showed their faces that held kind smiles that only made Katsuki seethe. “No fucking way. This isn’t some girl’s trip and we aren’t doing makeovers.”

“Nobody said anything about a makeover, we’re just gonna help clean ya’ up Kacchan!” Denki smiled.

“I’m a grown man, I don’t need help cleaning up.” Bakugou said with a growl.

“Tell that to your stubble, messy hair, eye bags, and stench.” Sero began. “Seriously man, you smell like liquor and weed. You’re lucky you got that caramel thing going on to save you…barely.”

Before he knew it, his friends had pushed him into his house and quickly directed him to the bathroom. They did a full treatment. Forced him into the shower and made him soak in a tub of scented soaps and bath additions as they cleaned his house. Once they were done they had picked out a clean outfit for him before working on his face. They shaved his stubble, cleaned up his cut, put some eye cream on his bags, gave him some breath spray and changed out a few of his piercings. The full treatment. And when they showed Bakugou the new old him, he couldn’t deny he felt a little better. At least, before they stepped into his room again and he saw a few pictures of you. That’s when the slump in his shoulder returned.

Seeing this, his friends were quick to take him out of the house and head to Hiro’s. Walking in, they sat at the bar, ordered some food and a few drinks, and did whatever they could to keep Bakugou’s mind off of you. And for most of the night, it worked! Bakugou was laughing again, smiling, being his old self. But that’s when Denki decided to risk it.

“We doing shots or what?” The electric blonde asked. Kirishima gave him a look as he spoke.

“Uh, let’s go light on the liquor tonight. We don’t need shots to have a good time, right?” Kirishima said. Bakugou looked at him and chuckled.

“It’s nice of you to look out for me, Shitty hair, but I got this. Trust me.” Bakugou said with a small smile.

“I don’t know, man.” Kirishima said with a pout.

“Don’t be a pussy, Kirishima.” Kaminari smirked. That’s when all of Kiri’s friends, even Bakugou, began to egg him on. Of course, he gave in. Why not? What’s the worst that could happen? Bakugou gets drunk? He’s already been drunk before, nothing too crazy could happen, right?

Wrong. Shots were being downed and the 4 friends were losing themselves. The music was blasting, the lights were blinding, and the friends were…everywhere! Kirishima was probably puking his guts out in the bathroom, Sero and Kaminari were drunk on the dance floor, leaving Bakugou drunk at the bar by himself. Bad idea. The poor blonde was looking at his phone going through pictures of you and him together. He already missed you like crazy when he was sober, now that he’s drunk, that missing has hit full throttle. And then he caught the eye of a snake.

She walked up to the pro-hero with full confidence as she took a seat next to him. “Dynamight.”

Bakugou looked up from his phone with a scowl and blush from the alcohol. “Do I fucking know you?”

“No but-“

“Then get lost.” He said and downed another sip of his whiskey. The woman smirked at his crude behavior.

“Feisty. I like that about you, you know. Always playing hard to get.” She said with a seductive tone.

“I’m not playing hard to get, I’m playing impossible to get because I’m married,” he said and showed his wedding ring. “Happily.”

“You don’t seem too happy right now mister hero. My name’s Leiko..and if you want..I could help take away your troubles.” She offered with a smile as she leaned forward, making sure to expose a little more cleavage than necessary.

“My wife is better than just some quick fuck, so no thanks.” Bakugou said, still not taking his eyes off her, trying to scare her away with a glare that unfortunately she only smirked at.

“Who said I was trying to fuck? Why don’t you talk to me? Vent. Rant. It won’t get your mind off of your wife but it will help clear your head.” She said.

“And why the hell do you think I’m having issues with my wife?!” He asked with a tense voice.

“I walked over here and you were staring down at pictures of her on your phone. Miss H/N is beautiful. You’re a very lucky man.” Leiko said, playing the role of a snake perfectly.

“…I am..” Bakugou agreed before swallowing a gulp. “I’m Uh…I’m not having issues with her or anything. And we’re not fighting either. She’s just..been in the hospital recovering from a battle..I just miss her…”

He didn’t know whether it was the alcohol or if Leiko was just that good at pretending to be nice or both, but for whatever reason she made it easy to clear his mind. She listened well, never putting any input in. She let him speak freely and only spoke up when he looked at her in expectance to. In the moment..she was being a good friend. She allowed him to vent all he wanted about you, about how much he missed you and loves you. And by the end of the night, Katsuki could feel his chest feel a little lighter.

They didn’t sleep together but Leiko left an impression on his drunk self for sure. Maybe even him as a person. He’d remember her as ‘that one nice lady from the club.’ But that was until a few days later when she reached out to him on social media. Leiko was a perfect snake. Knowing exactly what she wanted and exactly how to get it. They spoke for some time online, casual conversations. Most times, it was Leiko asking about you and if you were okay. This went on for some time until their conversations changed. Leiko casually threw in a little flirt every now and then, Katsuki saw and held no reply for it, but didn’t stop her from doing so. Leiko seemed like a good friend. A good way to air out his emotions and issues. So despite her pushy and flirtatious nature, he kept her around. Solely as a friend.

Soon enough, Leiko offered to meet in person once more. At the same club they first met in. ‘Why not?’ Katsuki thought. He had nothing else to do. And so he went. Then he went again. And again. And again. The two became ‘friends’ and Katsuki even brought her back into your shared home where they shared even more drinks. Eventually, the use of marijuana came into play and now the two were cross faded. At least one of them was. Leiko was smart and sneaky. She took less drinks, didn’t inhale the smoke, and basically remained sober. She was in complete control, unlike the blonde hero who sat on the couch beside her. He was now upset and hurt as he thought about you.

“I-..I just miss her so damn much..it fucking hurts at this point.” He said with a whimper in his voice. Being so vulnerable, Leiko took her chance and slid in.

“Well..there’s always one way to take your mind off of harsh things like this.” She softly said with a hand in his lap. She leaned in and Bakugou made no move to stop her and allowed her to continue. She pressed his lips against his and despite it not being reciprocated the first time, she still pushed with it. Katsuki didn’t enjoy it all that much or at all. It was different, it was new, it wasn’t you. It didn’t feel like home. Her lips weren’t soft, they weren’t as plump, they didn’t have the same sweet and addicting taste you did but in a way..Katsuki felt it was what he needed. Her kiss wasn’t like yours. In fact, it was the complete opposite and he hated it. But it didn’t resemble you. When Leiko kissed him, it didn’t remind him of you, and that’s what he thought he needed. So despite not liking the kiss, when she pulled away, he pulled her back. Eventually the kiss grew more intense until it was brought to the bedroom where their night continued in a more sinful manner.

That morning, Katsuki made Leiko leave, angered at what she tricked him into and ashamed of his betrayal. How could he do that to you?! His love of over a decade! When Leiko was gone, Katsuki allowed himself to break down his walls and cry. He cried so hard that morning, more than he’s ever cried before. That morning made him realize his third regret.

Leiko and Katsuki never spoke again..until some days later when Katsuki allowed himself to become extremely drunk once more. He fell into his obsessive thoughts of you and felt the pain come again. Wanting to erase the hurt, he reached out to Leiko and asked her to come over and distract him again. He needed to feel something that wasn’t you. And so Leiko happily went over that night. And a few more nights because Katsuki felt the pain again for a few more nights. As Leiko kept going, she noticed the house loss more and more touches of you. Katsuki flipped his pictures of you in his bedroom so that they wouldn’t see his nights of betrayal and he moved his clothes out of your shared closet so he wouldn’t be reminded and hit with your addicting scent that lingered on your clothes. Leiko smiled, feeling like a victor as Katsuki slept beside her in your bed on your side. The two would have quite a surprise in the morning.

—

Katsuki was awake and was still feeling the shame. He didn’t like sleeping around with Leiko but he liked the way it distracted him from his painful thoughts of you. Every morning after a night spent with her was the same. The two would wake up, she would put on one of his shirts despite his protests and get ready in his bathroom as he sat in the living room downstairs. But this morning had a little surprise twist.

As Katsuki sat in the living room with his head down, the doorbell rung. Growling in annoyance at one of his friends’ presence, he reluctantly went to open the door with a sour mood. “WHAT?!”

“Umm, excuse me. Who the fuck do you think you are talking to your wife like that?” You asked with attitude. As Katsuki adjusted his eyes to the light and his ears caught the sound of his favorite song, his eyes widened and his smile rose.

“Y-Y/N?” He asked in complete shock. He saw you alive, healthy, smiling, looking naturally beautiful right in front of him.

“Missed me, Suki?” You asked with a giggle. Bakugou pushed the door open to pull you in for the tightest hug as he lifted you off the ground.

“YOU’RE BACK!” He cried out. He held you tight and shut the door with his foot as he dropped onto the couch with you on top of him. He held you close to him as he cried into your neck. “You’re really back! Fuck- I missed you so much Y/N! I fucking love you- I’ve been a mess without you..shit!”

His tears were everlasting as they fell from his ruby eyes that you missed so much. You smiled as you wiped them away with your thumbs and the soft touch he’s craved and missed so much. You pecked his nose to calm him down as you allowed your hands to get lost in his blonde hair. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. I’m here, Suki. I’m back.”

Katsuki still held tears in his eyes and was shaking in happiness as you remained oh so close, giving him the warmth he needed after so many months. “Tell me you love me, Y/N.”

“I love you Bakugou Katsuki.” You happily said. Your husband teared up once more, so happy he was able to hear those words from you again, before pulling you in for a passionate kiss. A kiss that brought him back to life. He took in your scent and the way you tasted illegally sweet. He let his hands roam your body in a loving way until they found way into your soft H/C locks, trying to bring your head closer to his despite your lips already being in contact. You pulled away with him chasing after your lips, needing to push him back a little to allow yourself to breath. “Relax Suki.”

He scoffed at that. “Relax? I just got you back, you’re not calling the shots today princess, that’s all me.”

You both have a little laugh as you tucked in to cuddle for a small time. He missed this. This is what he needed. This is what he’s been dying for. To have you back in his arms, alive, healthy, and present. He needed this for so long and now that he has it, he feels whole again. After spending some cuddle minutes on the couch, you rose up in need for a glass of water. As you tried to walk away, Katsuki tugged on your arm to try and bring you back to him, only to have you calm him down. “I’m just getting some water, Suki.”

He reluctantly let you go, allowing himself to smile like an idiot, glad to be around you again. As you searched for a glass in the cabin, that’s when Bakugou detected the sound of someone turning the shower off. And that’s when his eyes popped. His betrayal to you. The multiple times he betrayed your love and literal proof of it standing in his shared home with you. That’s when he began to silently panic. You were gonna find out. You were gonna find out he had been acting like a sleeze behind your back and you were gonna be pissed. Heartbroken. Downright furious and you had every right to be, but Katsuki wouldn’t allow it. He knew once you found out, you would leave again. But you can’t leave! He just got you back! You’re not allowed to leave when you finally came back to him. He’s finally happy again because you’re back! You can’t leave now!

“Hey, Baby, don’t you wanna see your friends?” Katsuki asked as he walked over to you. You had finished your glass and placed it down on the island when your husband came over asking an absurd question.

“Suki, they were all there when I left the hospital. They were the ones who bought me these new clothes. Aren’t they cute?” You asked with the smile he loved oh so much.

“Uh- yeah, yeah they look amazing on you Teddy Bear. Umm..if they were all with you, why didn’t they tell me you were coming back home?” He asked as you wrapped your arms around his neck and his went right to home on your waist.

“I wanted to surprise you!” You giggled. “How’d I do?”

“Really fucking good, you little dumbass. But why don’t we get some fresh air? Yeah?” He said as he tried pulling you to the door.

“What why? I was just out there.” You said as you stopped in your tracks. “Besides, I heard you didn’t visit me much in the hospital ya’ big meanie. I wanna spend as much time with you as I can.”

“I was gone because I couldn’t stand to see you like that, baby.” He said with a whimper.

“Yeah I figured. Which is why I’m not too mad, but you still gotta make it up to me with cuddles, so let’s go!” You said and tried pulling him in the direction of your bedroom but he planted his feet into the ground.

“We can still spend time together outside the house, Teddy Bear,” Katsuki said enthusiastically, trying to keep you away from the room that for sure reeked of sex and held scattered clothes of his own and another woman’s.

“But I want to spend time at home with you,” you pouted. Bakugou felt his heart melt at the cute face you pulled and brought you closer to him.

“I know, I wanna spend time with you too but I’ve been in the house for so long, I think I need to get out of here.” The blonde said while being aware and on the lookout for Leiko.

“Well I’ve been out of the house for so long and I know I need to be in it. Besides, as your previously injured wife, what I say goes.” You said with sass and a smile. Katsuki laughed, loving your little attitude but still worried of what you may find out.

“Baby please, can we just go?” He begged as he held your soft hands in his.

“Why are you so adamant on leaving, Suki?” You asked

“That’s because he doesn’t want you to find out about me.”

Your body jumped at the sound of a new voice and you looked at Katsuki’s face, noticing it scrunching in fear, before you turned around to find another woman wearing nothing but Katsuki’s shirt. The same shirt you’ve worn a thousand times over. You could feel your heart clenching in pain but you stood your ground no less.

“Who are you?” You asked as you dropped your hands from your husband’s. You heard his little whine at the loss of your touch as he reached out to hold into your arm but you gently pushed him off.

“Y/N-“

“Oh come on, H/N. Don’t be in denial. I bet you already have an exact idea on who I am.” Leiko said with a smirk as she looked at you. You turned to your husband with raised brows and a face of anger as you glared at him. You looked back at her and bit your lip before smiling.

“Were you in it for the long haul?” You asked Leiko, wondering if she really wanted Katsuki or if she was just getting pleasure out of this.

“Definitely not. I just came for a quick fuck every now and then. Wanted to get a feel of what it was like getting dicked down by a big shot pro-hero.” She said casually.

“Did you know he was married?” You asked.

“Yeah but he didn’t seem to care so neither did I.” She said. This made your blood boil a bit and you wanted to cry so damn bad, but you refused to allow your whore of a husband and this stranger to see you break. You huffed before smiling again.

“You can take your leave now.” You kindly said. Leiko looked at you in confusion.

“You’re not mad?” She asked. Katsuki had the same thought running through his mind as his heart raced at this conversation happening right here right now.

“Oh I’m furious. But am I really supposed to be mad at some stranger who’s content with being a home wrecker? ‘Cuz I feel like most of my anger should be directed to the man-whore behind me.” You said, never looking Katsuki’s way.

“Y/N, please-“

“I’m not speaking to you yet.” You said calmly, still not looking at him. You didn’t have to turn around to know there were tears in your husband’s eyes. Leiko smiled before standing a little taller.

“Well then, I’ll be taking my leave,” she said and took off the big shirt and throwing it onto the couch, leaving herself in her underwear. “Am I expected to be back for another visit?”

“You can come back as many times as Katsuki asks. As far as I’m concerned, he’s a single man again.” You said with a laugh.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Katsuki asked with a break in his voice. Leiko laughed too before nodding and walking back to the bedroom and gathering her things. You walked silently to sit on the couch with Katsuki following you. “Y/N, what the fuck do you mean I’m single. I’m still your husband!”

You remained silent as you looked at him with a sarcastic smile. You said nothing as you waited for Leiko to return. “Say something!”

Finally, Leiko walked down the stairs, fully dressed, and looked to you before taking her leave. You smiled at her before speaking. “So..I don’t want him anymore. Do you?”

“No I’m good. Anybody’s good for a fuck but I don’t date cheaters.” Leiko said with her hand on the knob.

“I’m not a fucking cheater!” Katsuki shouted at her as he had tears dripping down his face. She gave him a dry laugh before opening the door.

“Take a look around Bakugou. You’re not a cheater?” She asked before walking out and shutting the door, leaving the two of you in the broken home. Silence passed and all that could be heard was Katsuki’s shaky breath. You then stood up, gaining his attention, and tried walking to your bedroom before Katsuki stopped you by holding onto your arm. Tight.

“Where the fuck are you going, Y/N?” He asked as he cried angrily. You tried to shake him off of you to no avail.

“I’m leaving you fucking idiot. If you haven’t noticed, you cheated. You were disloyal. You allowed some stranger into our home, into our bed, just to get your dick wet.” You said with an angry but calm tone.

“She wasn’t a stranger.” Bakugou said trying to defend himself. You laughed and stepped to face him.

“Oh really? Tell me one damn thing you know about her.” You asked. As Katsuki thought about it..he really didn’t know anything about her. Fuck- he didn’t even know her family name. All he knew was that her name was Leiko. They were speaking for a month and in that entire month, Katsuki only ever talked about himself. She never gave up any information about herself. All she wanted to do was get to know Katsuki and get in his pants. She really was a stranger and he just tossed away his entire relationship for some whore. His silence gave you your answer. “That’s what I thought.”

You tried walking away again before he ran to stand in front of you. “Y/N! Please! Just listen, okay? I was depressed because you were gone!”

“And that’s your excuse for cheating on me?!” You shouted.

“No! But- but it hurt me to even think about you in that hospital bed! I couldn’t even face you without feeling like I was dying! And then that fucking snake came and she distracted me and kept my thoughts away from you. She kept the pain away. I know that that’s not excuse for what I did but please try to understand why I did it!” He begged as he cried.

“I will never understand! Because I could never do what you did! If you were in the hospital, close to death, I would’ve been by your side every second of every day! Yes I would’ve felt all the pain and depression you did but I wouldn’t want to distract myself from it! Because at least then I would be thinking about you, and worrying about you, and caring about you, and loving you because you’re my husband Katsuki! I wouldn’t ever want to not think about you!” You shouted in anger and hurt as you allowed a few tears to fall. This urged Katsuki to cup your face in his hands and wipe away your tears.

“I’m so sorry, baby. Please, can we just move pass this? Please.” He said softly as he pressed his forehead to your own before you shoved him off.

“Get away from me!” You shouted, breaking his heart as he stumbled back. “After everything we’ve been through, you go and do this to me?! AFTER EVERYTHING?!”

“IM SORRY! PLEASE! I CAN’T TAKE BACK WHAT I DID BUT YOU HAVE TO FORGIVE ME!” He shouted back.

“WHO THE FUCK SAYS I HAVE TO FORGIVE YOU, BAKUGOU?!” You said, emphasizing the use of his family name. The name that you also held.

“Don’t call me that, baby, please.” He whimpered.

“DON’T FUCKING CALL ME THAT BAKUGOU! WE’RE DONE!” You shouted and walked away to your room with him following you. He kept spewing apologies up until you opened the bedroom door. It was a horrible mess and the stench of sex filled the air. You covered your mouth and nose as tears pricked your eyes before walking in to open your closet, disappointed as you noticed all the pictures of you two were flipped to be hidden. When you opened the doors, you didn’t find your clothes. “Where the fuck is my stuff, Bakugou.”

“I’m not telling you because you’re not leaving me, Y/N!” He said as he tried to hug you from behind before you pushed him off again.

“I’m not staying here! Tell me where my stuff is so I can leave!” You demanded.

“Like hell I will! We haven’t even had a full talk about this! You can’t just leave!” He said. You watched as tears fell down his face which only made you even more angry. He was crying? He did this! This is all his fault! How can he be the one upset?! “Y/N please, I’ll get on my fucking knees and beg you to stay if it’s what it takes but you can’t go! We’ve been together for 13 years! 13! Even before UA-“

“And you threw all that away when you decided to sleep with someone else.” You said calmly. You walked out of the room in search for your clothes as he followed and continued to speak with sobs breaking apart his sentences.

“Y/N please! I- I can fix this! You don’t have to go! You can stay and we can be happy, just like we’ve always been! Just like we were a few minutes ago before that bitch walked in and ruined everything!” He cried making you turn around in a snap.

“She didn’t ruin anything Katsuki. When you allowed her to come into your life and into our home, that’s when you fucked up. You did this to us. You ruined everything.” You said before continuing your search.

“T-Tell me what you want Y/N! I’ll make it happen! I’ll do anything- I’ll give you the fucking world! As long as you stay!” He begged. You approached the guest room in silence and Bakugou grew frantic as he blocked you from going in. “Please- don’t.”

“All my stuff is in there, isn’t it?” You asked, already knowing the answer and only having it confirmed when he remained silent. “Get out of my way.”

Bakugou shook his head as he kept the door block as you tried to pry your way through. Growing frustrated, you used a small amount of your quirk to blast him through the door, having him groan in pain as he hit the floor and watched you find your clothes in the guest room closet. You began packing your things and Bakugou was quick to stand and take everything you put in your bag out. “Stop it!”

“No! You’re staying with me! You’re not leaving me Y/N- I won’t lose you again!” He said as he tossed your bag across the room. You watched it go and stood in disbelief at his childish antics.

“Heh, you know what? Whatever, keep all the clothes. Maybe you’ll gift it to the next girl you decide to bring back here.” You said with attitude.

“I’m not bringing anybody else through those doors! I ONLY WANT YOU Y/N!” He shouted.

“Doubtful. Keep it, burn it, regift it, I don’t care. With my salary I can buy myself a new wardrobe and a new apartment. Far. Away. From you.” You said and walked out of the room. As you tried to exit the house, Katsuki pulled you back into his arms as you struggled in his grip with your face smushed against his chest.

“Please! Please tell me what you want! I’ll do anything! I’ll buy you anything! We’ll do whatever you want- Y/N I’ll even quit my job! Just please don’t go! Please forgive me!” He cried before you harshly pushed him off to reveal your sobbing face.

“I WANT TO LEAVE! BECAUSE I DONT WANT THIS ANYMORE KATSUKI!” You shouted before wiping your eyes and bringing your voice down. “I wanted my husband there with me at the hospital! I wanted him to be the first face that I saw when I woke up! But you couldn’t even give me that! Instead, you were in our home in our bed with some random person you found wherever having sex with her despite the fact that you’re a married man! …I was in a fucking hospital fighting for my life and my husband was too busy cheating on me, trying not to think about me…..I want to leave Katsuki.”

“….I can’t let you do that Y/N…I’m sorry. But I can’t do this without you.” He cried as you listed all his shortcomings. “I’ll give you whatever-“

“I don’t want material things!” You shouted in exhaustion. “I wanted your loyalty and love!”

“And you have that!”

“We wouldn’t be in this situation if I did!” You said. “I’m leaving, Katsuki. And not you or anybody else in this fucking world is going to stop me. If you try and trap me here I will break down these walls myself and get out. If you force me to stay I will do whatever it takes to get away from you. I’m not staying with you. So we’re done. And we’re getting a divorce, whether you like it or not.”

As you walked to the door you could hear his heart breaking cries as you opened the exit. “Y/N please. I don’t want this, I waited months for you to come home to me…I need you.”

“When are you gonna realize Katsuki? This is your fault. You did this to us.”

And with that, you shut the door on the house, the home, the relationship, and him. And it was all his fault.

A/N: Y’all ima be writing a part 2 for this so stay tuned

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[between-the-lines-fic]

Between the Lines - Bruno Madrigal (Modern AU) Chapter 7

Summary: Bruno Madrigal is a popular telenovela writer, though he keeps his identity secret under the pen name Pedro Oscar. You just happen to be a big fan of his who’s doing their laundry while a telenovela plays in the background.

Pairing: gn!Reader x Bruno Madrigal

Words: 2,174

Warnings: None!

Chapter count: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 (More to come!)

Available on: AO3

Paulo eventually has to return to his shop, but that doesn’t mean that he didn’t gossip for the next hour or so with Abuelo. Though, they both have at least lessened in their teasing after you shot them a dirty look.

“Oh, mije,” Abuelo sighs after Paulo slips out the door, still cracking that warm smile of his, “lo digo en broma. I’m just glad that you’ve been so happy lately, is all.” And, well. You couldn’t exactly stay mad at that.

“Alright, alright,” you mutter, begrudging. Abuelo leans over to give you a peck on your cheek and a reassuring squeeze, before gesturing at the door. “Let’s close up, no?”

Humming in agreement, you lock the door from the inside, shuttering the blinds.

“Get some rest, pequeño nenúfar. You’ve got a big day tomorrow, after all,” he teases, and then Abuelo hobbles up the stairs, leaving you alone to close up. You watch his ascent warily, resisting the urge to offer to help him up, but the last time you’d done that it had devolved into a terrible argument. Once the door at the top of the staircase clicks shut, you sigh and roll up your sleeves. Time to go through your list.

Sweeping, rearranging, inventory, turning off the machines, and… done. It takes a good hour or so, but it’s thankfully manageable.

Once you’ve finished tidying up, you pause in front of the phone. It’s late by now, and he’s probably sleeping. Or not? Still, you promised you’d call, and so you dial back the number that he called you with.

It takes two rings for him to pick up. “Hello?”

“It’s Y/N. Is this Bruno?”

“Yes, it’s Bruno. How are you? I… I’m sorry that my visit caused such a ruckus,” he mumbles into the receiver, and you resist the urge to roll your eyes with a fond smile.

“Don’t apologize, Abuelo and Paulo are just… a lot. How are you feeling? I hope they didn’t scare you away.”

“Eh? No, no, it was… it was fine. Nice. I know abuelos can be overbearing, but he cares about you quite a bit.” You can almost hear the smile returning to Bruno’s voice, and it loosens something in your chest that you hadn’t even noticed was tense.

“So, when should I be ready to go?”

“Eh, is tomorrow morning alright? Probably two or so hours before noon. It’s just the… the initial script reading, but I thought you might… like to see how production runs?” And there’s the hesitance in his voice again as if he’s walking on eggshells.

“Sounds great,” you say, trying to pour as much reassurance into your voice without coming on too strong. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then?”

“Mhm. Buenas noches.”

“Buenas noches, Bruno.”

The phone returns to the receiver with a soft click, and you yawn before stretching enough to pop your back. A big day tomorrow indeed. Without further ado, you head back up the stairs and into the house above your shop, slipping by Abuelo’s door as silently as possible.

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“Paulo- Paulo, no,” you sputter, pushing your best friend’s face away from you as he tries to reach for your hair.

“Come on, mi amige, you need to at least wear something a little nicer than just your usual outfits! Just let me-” he struggles to lean over, trying to clip in the small hair clip, an engraved pin shaped like a lily pad. Not that you’d ever admit that you think it looks nice, because that would be admitting that Paulo was right and that you wanted to look nice. If you wanted to look nice, that would mean that you wanted to look nice for Bruno, which would mean that you wanted him to think-

“I’m not wearing it! It’s just going over to his workplace! We are friends, Paulo. Friends!” You huff and finally duck out of the way, holding the newspaper like a small sword to keep him at a distance.

“Right, so you’re going to go to his workplace, in your everyday clothes. What if he works somewhere business-y? As your friend, I can’t let you sabotage yourself like this. It is a single hairpin. Come on.”

You groan. He does have a bit of a point. Lowering the makeshift weapon, you beckon for him to come over so he can place the pin in your hair. “Don’t you have a chihuahua dress you need to be making right now?” you grumble, still stubbornly refusing to admit he may be right. At least, verbally. But Paulo sees the goading for what it is and simply laughs.

“I was saving this for your birthday, but I think now is as good of a time as any to help you freshen your style a bit,” he instead replies, styling the pin just right so that it rests tastefully in your hair. “Besides, I promised your abuelo that I’d help with the shop today.”

You blink. “Eh? Paulo, you hate working retail. You really don’t-”

“Please,” he interrupts, holding up a hand. “I’ve been stuck in my workshop for weeks now. I think I could do with a little bit of social interaction besides our chats. Plus,” Paulo grins, wiggling his eyebrows, “all of las abuelas can give me the freshest gossip while I’m here. It’s a win-win!”

Rolling your eyes, you pat him on the shoulder and check yourself in the nearby window. It looks… well, it looks nice. The hairpin is thoughtful, small, and makes your look feel a little more business casual. “Mm, gracias Paulo.”

“Anytime mi amige.” You shoot your friend a grateful smile, and then glance through the window to see if you can see Bruno walking over. To your surprise, you notice him just across the street, and your eyes meet. You grin and wave at him from behind the glass and he returns the wave, crossing over to enter the store.

“Am I interrupting something?” Bruno asks curiously as he peeks his head in the front door. Paulo smirks and shakes his head, stepping behind the counter.

“Not at all, señor, though I do think I’m keeping you both busy,” he replies, smooth as butter. He gives a cheerful wave which you find highly suspicious, along with that grin of his that is definitely suspect. “I’ve got the shop, amige. Adiós, you two.”

Though you could chide him for trying to kick you out of your own store, you instead shake your head with a soft laugh and gesture for Bruno to leave through the door first.

“So, where to?” you ask, glancing up at Bruno as you both pause on the street. You pointedly ignore what you’re sure it’s Paulo’s smug smile in the shop window behind you.

“Veamos adónde nos lleva la aventura, Gabriella,” Bruno replies in a faux dramatic voice, and you suppress a snort. He grins right back, adjusting the sleeves on his black button-up shirt before finally answering, “Ah, we’re gonna take the bus, and then walk over. It’s really not that long of a commute.”

You hum in agreement and shoulder your bag, following behind him as he leads you to the nearby bus stop. The ride itself is honestly pretty pleasant, and though you keep quiet in respect of the other passengers, it’s a comfortable silence.

He looks nice today as well, which must mean that he dresses nicely for his job. Silently, you send a thank you to Paulo. His hair is loose today, and he probably shaved recently, given the hint of stubble on his chin. He’s currently wearing that black dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, and a pair of dark grey slacks that cut off at his ankles just above a decent pair of dress shoes.

At the laundromat, it’s laundry day, which is never anyone’s finest moment, so it’s strange to see him with his simple yet fashionable outfits. Not that you’re complaining, he certainly cleans up nice.

…

Mierda, you’ve been staring at him again, haven’t you? But it’s just so easy to keep looking at him-

Easy on the eyes, some part whispers traitorously.

Acting as if you hadn’t just been eyeing Bruno up and down for the past few minutes, you casually turn your head away towards the window and try to ignore the squeezing sensation in your chest.

Glancing at the outside blur of buildings, you pause as your eyes finally rise to the heavens. The sky… is green. Odd. Plus, there are way more clouds than there were this morning. “Hey Bruno, was it supposed to rain today?” You mutter, leaning over in your seat towards him.

“Mm? I don’t think so, no,” he replies, brow scrunching.

A little pitter-patter of droplets slowly begins to descend from the sky, and you frown. “Well, it looks like it. Guess we’ll have to run, cause I didn’t bring an umbrella.”

He winces and nods. “Neither did I. It’s been so dry lately…” A sigh. The bus comes to a stop on the street, the sidewalk already emptying as people hurry indoors to escape the weather. “Well, this is us,” Bruno says, standing and stepping off the bus into the drizzle.

You follow behind him, squinting up at the clouded sky with a sigh before following after him as he strides through the rain. “How far do we have to walk again? If it just drizzles, it shouldn’t be too bad.”

Bruno hums, though it seems more of a grimace as his gait speeds up, and you match him stride for stride. It’s a bit of a rougher pace than you’d like, but as you walk further along, the winds start to pick up. A sudden gust sends your hair everywhere, blasting your face with a sudden spray of droplets that make you burst into surprised laughter.

“Ay, be careful,” Bruno yells over the wind, glancing aside at you, and then, as if someone flipped a switch, it begins to pour. He yelps as the heavy droplets begin to batter and drench you both, and he grabs your hand to start running through the rain.

You’re still cackling as you both sprint for shelter, and soon Bruno’s panicked laughter joins your own as you round corner after corner. “My house is just ahead!” he says, though it’s hard to hear him over the whipping winds, a strange sense of joyous fear cloaking your heart as the world whirls around you both.

As you approach, you see what seems to be a tall apartment building, though you don’t exactly have the luxury of admiring the outside. Bruno pulls out up the stairs and into a little hallway that’s partially shielded from the elements. Large potted plants line the concrete walkway, leafy and currently hanging on for dear life as the wind whips by them. Letting go of your hand to fumble for his keys, Bruno unlocks the door and steps inside, and you follow soon after.

Absolutely drenched, the both of you stand in his… living room(?), only the quiet drip drip drip of your clothes filling the silence. You both look each other up and down, eyes wide.

His hair is practically soaked, hanging around his face in a curtain as water slowly drips from it. Not to mention, his clothes are stuck flush to his skin, glistening with rainwater. But otherwise, he looks unhurt. You can only imagine what you look like.

“... Well, you look like a mop hung out to dry,” you quip and Bruno snorts.

“Uhuh. Well, you look like a drowned pigeon,” he shoots back, eyes practically glowing with mischief.

You just grin in response, smiling up at Bruno. The moment stretches on until you suddenly realize that you haven’t said anything for a solid minute, instead smiling stupidly up at his stupidly pretty face.

Mierda.

You flush and cough. “So…”

He seems to remember himself as well and winces. “So…” You glance out the window, where it still looks like the sky is having a catfight with the ground, rain pouring heavily.

“Lo siento,” he says, grabbing your attention once more, his hands going to rub at his temples. “I had no idea it was going to rain so hard today, and I- if I hadn’t invited you, then-”

“If you hadn’t invited me to the set, I would have been very offended, that’s what,” you interrupt him, though you give him a teasing nudge to make sure he catches your joking tone. “Really Bruno, it’s fine. Let’s check the weather, and I’m sure I can head home after the rain stops.”

He cracks a smaller smile at that, grateful. “Right.” And so he turns on the TV he has sat on the floor in front of his couch, flicking to the news channel, only to be met with a large ‘SEVERE STORM WARNING, STAY INDOORS. IN EFFECT UNTIL 6:30 AM.’

He winces, and you sigh.

“Well, I suppose I'm going to be heading home a bit later than expected.”

#between the lines fic #bruno madrigal #bruno madrigal x reader #encanto bruno x reader #bruno madrigal x oc #encanto bruno #encanto au #i have written over 6000 words in the last 24 hours and i regret nothing

[cinnamonest]

Xingqiu - Yandere Profile

I actually just got my sweet bookworm boi to his next to last ascension, my hydro baby, my angel, I love him even if bc of him I have to marathon fight the oceanid

I’ve had a lot of reqs for him & Chongyun dating back to January again lol but it only felt right to wait until I finished both so I could release them at the same time, so, Chongyun’s will be up immediately after this!

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TWs: fem reader, yandere, confinement, manipulative behaviors, mentions of homicide, gaslighting, Xingqiu being a spoiled arrogant brat

TWs (below cut): noncon/dubcon, manipulating and guilting reader into sex, overstimulation, fluids/cumplay, humiliation 

Since there's no canonical age but he has a bit of the rounded young face I'm tagging with the sh*ta tw as well!

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Severity Scale

Intelligence/Perceptiveness: 7 Brutality: 3 Physical capability: 4 Mental/emotional instability: 6 Restrictiveness: 7 Sexual sadism: 5 Stubbornness: 8

What are they generally like? Lucid, aware? Obsessive? How do they behave?

Tries to buy his way to you, initially. He's grown up seeing the power that money holds over people, and, well, his father can always just wave a bit around and get whatever he wants from most people, so why should you be any different? He goes for stereotypical "girl" things like flowers and jewelry at first, unless you have some prominent and well-known interest, in which case he'll invest in something related to that.

Honestly, for all his chivalry and all that, his maturity is something of a faux one, a sort of projected self-image of the gentlemanly figure he strives to be... but when he lets that slip, he can be something of a childish spoiled brat. The thing is... he's completely unaware and refuses to acknowledge that he can be so immature. He likes getting what he wants, when he wants it, exactly how he wants it, and being denied the things he wants isn't particularly common in his life. So rejection comes not so much as a disappointment so much as a shock. No matter, you're just... a brat, yourself. You think you're too good for everyone, he reasons, so you play hard to get.

Really, after recovering from the initial shock, he realizes he likes things this way. He likes challenges. It would be no fun if you came to him easily. You may be a brat, but in the end, the one thing he refuses to ever do is lose. Chivalrous gentlemen are fine with having to earn their things, so really, he's thankful that you reminded him of his morals, of his desire to truly earn the things he wants. It will make it that much more meaningful.

So he goes heavy on the idea of "courting", following whatever old and prudish traditions may exist in Liyue. If you're from somewhere else, he figures, that could be why -- clearly he hasn't followed through on whatever is normal for your culture. Silly him. He makes an effort to research whatever those traditions may be, and goes to the absolute maximum on performing them. Lavishes you in gifts of all kinds, constantly giving you compliments. He even goes to the effort of, if all else fails, reading romance novels targeted at women to get a better grasp of what exactly you're supposed to like, and emulates those behaviors.

Overall, though, in later stages Xingqiu slightly more mild for a yan, allowing you to have interactions with others (even if he’s irritated), such as his family, family servants, and his friends, and will even take you outside now and then. However, he will cut off your ties to those friends you had before that weren't mutual friends. He's also one of the least likely yanderes to ever kill someone, and will avoid hurting people if possible -- if anything, he prefers more discreet methods like ruining their life socially or financially.

He's also a lot more moody behind closed doors than he is to most people. His attempts to be oh-so-mature eventually kinda crumble, and the more comfortable he becomes around you, the more he lets his immaturity show.

He could assign family servants to looking for you, but really, he prefers to do it himself, this is about love after all, he doesn't want to assign them to a task they would never perform as diligently as he could. But rather than stalking, he chooses to just kind of... stay with you. He's somehow always where you are, "coincidentally" running into you everywhere and then somehow nothing having anything to do, because he clings to you for hours until you finally have to go home, and even then, he'll just follow you to continue the visit there if he can. No point in watching from a distance when he can be right there with you. And again, he's actually surprisingly unaware that his clinginess is so obvious, he's oblivious to how obvious his infatuation is. Which is a bit odd, considering that he's usually fairly perceptive, but he's so confident in the fact that he is normally perceptive that he allows himself to slip into abnormal behaviors without really realizing it, because he's not constantly on guard in the way some less socially adept yanderes are.

On a genuinely sweet level, there's one little thing he keeps hidden from you. He's actually written a lot of love poetry for you, verses about you and all of the things he loves about you so much... Despite usually being fairly confident in his work, he can't bring himself to show it to you. He's too flustered. And considering your negative reactions to his affection (read: not wanting to be kept like a captive animal), he is actually a bit sensitive to that perceived rejection, which further discourages him. He keeps them all stashed away, stuffed into some fairly hidden drawer. Should you ever come across them and bring them up, it's one of a very few things that will genuinely make him super embarrassed, and he'll just insist they weren't about you, even though the details make it obvious they were, and storm off, never bringing it up again.

How likely are they to kidnap their darling? How quickly will they do so?

It's not kidnapping. It's... relocating. He's far too chivalrous to resort to something so brutish as kidnapping! He'll make sure you want to come with him. He can easily arrange for there to be rumors and reports of... occurrences near your home. Criminal activity, maybe false rumors of mysterious disappearances. Hell, he'll get Chongyun to testify that your house has demonic spirits in it. Something to make you want to move out. Maybe some things start happening to you -- you get the feeling you're being watched, you get threatening messages mailed to your home, you have strangers (read: randos who will do anything for some mora he gives them) telling you you're not welcome in the area and to get out. It's all incredibly confusing and scary and you have no idea what brought it all on!

Luckily for you, you have a rich, generous friend who makes it more than clear you're welcome to come stay with him for a while at any time. Eventually, no matter what it takes, he can push you to a point where you'll take him up on that offer. Something feels... oddly ominous about the way the gates to his family estate close behind you once you walk in. Like they're sealing your fate.

And once step one is done, step two of his plan goes into place - make sure you never want to leave. He can make that happen, there's plenty of space here for you to roam, plenty for you to do, and even when he's not there to entertain you, there's plenty of servants to keep an eye on you and make sure that whenever you try to leave, they'll smile and tell you you can't go just yet miss, there's this or that going on tonight! The young master said he had something important for you when he gets back later! You can't go out now, there was just an attack by some deranged person in the town still on the loose! Just... go back inside for now.

Of course, it's wishful thinking, but he likes to maintain the delusion that he can just keep this going indefinitely, that you won't finally one day put your foot down and tell him you've been stuck here nearly a month and you're ready to at least go visit home. He might even entertain it a bit - sure, you can go visit your old house with him and collect some of your old things to bring back with you, but he makes sure to make it look at though whatever problem he made up is still occurring. Nonetheless, if you're insistent, or at whatever point you finally crack and catch on, demand to know what's going on - well, it's not pretty. He gets into something of a tantrum if you don't comply, but ultimately, in his own little huffy, ticked off way, says you can't leave, and that's that, no more questions allowed, and no more of this ridiculous demand to leave. Of course, darling is taken aback at first, even thinking he's joking, but it soon becomes very clear he's completely serious, and intends to enforce that command.

How difficult is it to escape from them? How do they keep you restrained? How do they deal with attempted escape? 

When he's with you, he's tends to be pretty clingy, both physically and in conversation, never ceasing talking about this or that, and he's actually a sleep-clinger as well, keeping an iron grip around your waist when you sleep. So, whenever he's at his home, he insists on you being in his presence, usually physically touching, so you won't really get an opportunity while he's just in another room or something because you can't get any privacy to begin with. When you're in public, he's incredibly watchful over your every move and incredibly clingy then as well, so don't expect such a chance to arrive either.

Thus, your best bet is to try when you're under the watch of guards, whenever he's gone for whatever reason. They've been instructed to watch you from a distance, you see, he doesn't want them interacting with you directly, so you'll have a few chances here or there where they get distracted or their backs are turned. There will likely eventually also be a time where there's a scheduling error, you end up unsupervised! However, physically getting out of the estate is still difficult. There's still posted guards everywhere. So all in all, it's fairly difficult, especially in broad daylight, the only time he's not with you.

When you're inevitably dragged back kicking and screaming by some poor guards that aren't getting paid enough to deal with this, after getting back and hearing the report he deals with it in that unnerving saccharine way of feigning ignorance to try and get a reaction. Now, he knows you weren't trying to get out... right? Surely you got distracted by a bird or something, right? That's the only reason why you'd ever try to leave, right? It's obvious he knows better, and is just fucking with your head, but it's best not to lie. What he wants is an admittance of guilt and an apology, preferably down on the floor begging for forgiveness.

How easy are they to trick, deceive, or manipulate?

Moderate, leaning towards difficult. He's perceptive, and intelligent, but that intelligence is largely a sort of book-smarts type of intelligence. He's generally crafty and a prankster himself, so pulling things over on him is difficult because he's familiar with the mindset and methods of doing so, but he can be tricked if you put on a believable enough act. Basically, a darling who is a good actor stands a much better chance.

However, he's ultimately a learner. You can get away with some tricks or plots once, but he won't fall for the same thing twice. Any sort of escape or deceit you've tried once, he'll make active efforts to guard against and prevent in the future.

Manipulation, though, you can forget it. He's way too proud and stubborn to be emotionally manipulated, in the end getting his way and what he wants takes priority over making you happy, so don't expect to be able to manipulate him based on the notion of something making you happier.

How lenient are they? What privileges can you have, and what will you be denied?

Fairly lenient, actually. You get a lot of access so long as your behavior is good, so really it's wise to be on your best behavior in the long term of things. He can get you anything you want, especially reading material. And you actually get to go outside, yay! He's like my earlier Childe profile on that -- he likes to go on dates, and he's actually really enthusiastic about it! He's big on date planning, wanting to see everything there is to see and do everything there is to do together. The rules are that you just need to be physically attached to him in some way -- you can hold his hand, grab at his sleeves, or he can do so to you (although he'd prefer you cling to him. He likes the image it projects to people around you). He actually gets really hyped about said dates whenever you plan them, he'll talk to you for hours plotting out all the things to do on this particular outing. At one point, his smile drops and his voice goes low and he tells you that, just a reminder, you know the rules for dates, right? ...Good.

Similarly, if you ask, he'll let you accompany him on more trivial outings as well, say if you'd like to go grocery shopping, and he certainly won't turn down a trip to the bookstore. The same rules apply, although he's a bit less excited for something so mundane.

One thing he won't do, surprisingly, is let you have anything to do with Guhua arts or skills. He won't teach you anything he knows nor let you learn, and if you were a follower of it before, he'll cut off your access to any material. His reasoning is that he just doesn't really think anything to do with combat suits you. You're better off learning more passive skills and hobbies.

In reality? He can't stand the thought of you ever being able to present a challenge to him in that sense. It would kill his ego if you ever managed to do something related to the Guhua arts better than he can, or even half as good as he can.

What kind of rules do they have? What kind of punishment would they use?

Well, to occupy your time, he has things that need cleaning you know... Honestly, he's messy, and he's already used to having maids, so he kinda treats you like one to some degree. Of course, he's active in his little heroism adventures, but when it comes to his own living spaces and such things he can be a bit lazy. So, he'll give you tasks to do sometimes, he likes the power rush too that he gets from ordering you around a bit. It soothes the ego.

Outside of your strolls together, you can't be going outside (and you don't get to choose when you do go on your little walks and dates, he does, although he may grant you the wishes of your begging). Also, don't actually try to talk to the guards. They're there to watch you, nothing more, so pay them no mind, and by no means should you ever have a reason to make conversation with them. If there's an emergency or something you need, you may inform them and get help, nothing more. And really, they're more afraid of this rule than you are -- you'll have difficulty finding one even willing to talk to you, they all take the warnings they've been given very seriously.

He eventually gets nitpicky and makes all sorts of little behavioral rules, it's incredibly obnoxious. But honestly, suffering his bratty tantrums is enough of a punishment, even if he didn't usually follow it up with actual punishment, which, for him, tends to be something perverted in some way.

How do they deal with rivals, or perceived rivals? Will they get rid of them? Will they kill them themselves, or find another way?

He actually gets jealous rather easily, often over people who are no real threat. You can never be too nice to anyone -- even after he introduces you to his father and older brother, he expects you to be happy to meet them... but not that much. If you show too much excitement or happiness over any other being, he gets pouty, especially other men, but also your friends, male or female, family, even animals. His first reaction isn't to kill, rather, just an increase in isolation. Drag you back home and make sure you get a lot of time to yourselves, seeks reassurance that you really love him. If it's his own family, he might get grouchy towards them, snap at them a bit, bitterly drag you back off to your own room, where he'll then proceed to get equally grouchy towards you until you have given him enough reassurance he deems sufficient. In his own time, when you're not around, he makes sure to make it perfectly clear to those around him that they aren't to get in between you two.

He's one of the better yans to have in this regard, though, because he's unlikely to resort to killing anyone. He's got too much of his self-image invested in the idea of morals and justice to be able to do so, he can't delude himself into believing it's right or acceptable. It's not impossible to push him to that point, but it wouldn't just be someone you show any positive reception towards -- if Xingqiu did end up killing a rival, it would have to be one for whom you have very blatantly made clear you have actual romantic and sexual affection, someone who poses a genuine, real threat.

Xingqiu is a sort of open book when it comes to jealousy -- it's obvious to everyone around you that he's mad at someone else for even looking at you, and he doesn't try to hide it. It makes him that much angrier if someone doesn't obey his silent demand to stop interacting with you, doesn't seem fazed by his glares and coldness. He'll meet with them privately and make things clear verbally, since he tells himself maybe they're just dense and too stupid to understand. But they only get one more chance. Cross him twice, and they'll likely find themselves in financial ruin after pulling some strings through the connections of his father and brother.

What would make him significantly more likely to kill someone is someone who poses a legal threat, someone who catches on to what's going on and threatens to get him in serious trouble for it. Even if he tried bribing them, well, they'd likely just pretend to accept, and someone so bold likely wouldn't bow to threats.

This is where he can slip into the mindset of a delusional yandere. He once again projects the image in his head, that knight he wants to be for you, and hey, sometimes to save the princess, the heroes in his martial arts epics have to get their hands dirty, have to unfortunately get blood on their hands for the sake of the greater good. And hey, then it's usually called character development. Most of his fictional heroes tend to have killed at least one person in a sort of epic battle to defend something precious to them. This is no different. Of course, ambushing an unarmed person and running them through hardly counts as an epic battle, but he doesn't really take that part into account.

How easy is it to make them mad? What does their anger look like?

Again, a bit of a spoiled brat at times. He's pouty, gives you the cold shoulder, yet dramatically inserts himself in front of you and whatever you're occupied with so you can't do anything. Basically he's forcing you to acknowledge his pouting and ask him what's wrong so that he can pull the "oh, nothing" until you ask again, and maybe he'll eventually bitterly, passive-aggressively make it clear what you did wrong. The bright side is he's easily soothed - an apology and some groveling will fix his attitude pretty quickly, although he'll have an infuriating air of superiority about it all, telling you he's glad you were able to understand what you did and have, hopefully, learned to correct the behavior in the future.

Worse offenses, things that make him genuinely and truly infuriated, are significantly worse, but rather uncharacteristically for him, he's quiet. And that's what's do frightening about it - for once you almost wish he would blabber or complain or whine like you're so used to, but his fury is dead silent. He moves without speaking, harsh motions that will either shove or tug you to wherever he's trying to maneuver you, and he shows how he feels through actions rather than words - he slams doors and objects, stomps, everything about his body language is frightening enough to make you stiffen and jolt.

Thankfully, Xingqiu is a milder yandere when it comes to severity of things he'll do to you in moments of anger -- he's one that can control himself well enough not to severely hurt you, break bones or anything like that. When it comes to his flashes of anger, at worst he might slap you in his tantrums, but he has at least enough self-control and empathy for you to manage better than a lot of yanderes.

So they see you as above them, beneath them, or equal to them?

Below. It's mostly that he thinks rather highly of himself - he's an important person you know. He saves people, he goes around doing his little vigilante thing, and he's not afraid to flaunt sometimes.

If you happen to also be from a rich family, you can earn a little bit more respect from him, you're cultured and sophisticated. If you're intelligent, you can get some validity in his mind as well. He'll still consider himself more intelligent and higher status, something you'd be mindful to remember, but he'll begrudgingly acknowledge it.

A commoner darling, though? God forbid an airheaded one? Forget about getting any respect - you're more like... A cute little puppy to him. Dumb and loud and clumsy, but nonetheless very cute and loveable. You were just... Made to be something of an accessory to him. And he loves and values you, you mean the world to him really, but that's all the more reason why you should accept your place as such.

How determined are they for you to love them? How hard will they try to make it happen? Or are they content just having you?

It drives him up the wall. You know, his father could arrange his marriage to a ton of young rich daughters in Liyue who would be more than happy about it, but he can't get the attention of ONE girl he likes? It's infuriating. And it makes him all the more insistent to have specifically you.

For Xingqiu, it's a mix of both desperation and a pride thing as well. One one hand he desperately does truly want his feelings to be returned, he wants you to love him, he wants the fantasy he has in his head of you two having a long, happy future together. On the other hand, rejection is also a mark on his pride, and that irritates him beyond comprehension.

So don't expect him to ever give up, really. Unlike a lot of loving yans though, he doesn't blame himself, he directs the rejection hurt outward - maybe you're just so spoiled yourself that nothing is good enough for you. Maybe you're just playing hard to get. Maybe you just think constantly turning him down is funny, it's amusing to you, and, well, he doesn't take lightly to you trying to play games with him. So while he'll continue to try and earn your love, don't be surprised if it results in an irritated mood swing every now and then.

Bonus: Is there anything that makes them unique, in comparison to other yanderes?

A lack of desire/hesitancy to resort to violence or more morally wayward methods. He stakes a lot of his pride and self-image on being a chivalrous, upright, just person, someone who should exemplify right and punish wrong, and unfortunately for him he's not a delusional and can't convince himself that he's doing the right thing. He wants to be a gentleman, your knight in shining armor, the storybook hero he projects in his head that always comes to save his princess, who in turn is receptive and showers him in praise and affection and gratitude. You're the problem, you see, you're not following through on your role in all this.

As such, he really, really hates having to dirty his hands in any way, or do anything that he knows is wrong and will consequently drag him into guilt. Not that he can't be driven to it, because he certainly can, but if it reaches that point, that means you didn't cooperate with him to begin with, which would have made things so much easier, so he'll definitely rid himself of that guilt by redirecting the blame to you, or deluding himself into some bizarre justification.

Another thing... his family's compliance. Honestly? His dad is far too busy and far too done with Xingqiu's shit to expect any help from him. His son tends to be picky, whiny, and demanding -- now that you're here, he's finally satiated, finally actually paying attention to the important matters his father wants him to be involved with, finally not causing nearly as much trouble now that you're around. You can bet he's more than happy to put in some extra funds and personnel to restrain some random commoner, so long as his son is satisfied. His brother doesn't really agree with it all, but his brother wants this and his father is supporting it, so... his hands are tied. He turns a blind eye. And the staff, the servants? They're getting paid far too much to care, and besides, the family is incredibly influential -- should they get fired, it could smear their reputation. It’s kinda really discouraging, being surrounded by so many people, but none of them willing to help you.

General perverseness: how sexual of a person are they? What’s their drive like? How touchy do they get? Do they have any reservations about sexuality?

Bounces back and forth. On one hand, he wants to maintain, again, a gentlemanly and sophisticated image, and in his mind, such people don't normally think about such things, don't behave in lewd or degenerate ways. On the other hand, he's a nasty little perv that secretly sinks to the absolute depths of depravity. There's not much he can't get off to. If his poor brother hadn't been so busy being concerned about the martial arts books under his bed, and had dug further, he would have found that those books are actually just a cover-up for a different set of nasty, gross materials he's spent years accumulating -- some of the most vulgar smut you've ever seen, stuff you question how he ever even got ahold of. Surely the book house wouldn't sell this kind of material... it's honestly a mystery how he manages to get so much.

With his first few interactions, he tends to display the former image, but the more time he spends with anyone, the more that inner little pervert side tends to come out. He's definitely one to get touchy, his light grazing little touches become firmer and more daring, his hands always rest just at a point that's right on the boundary of being inappropriate. Sometimes he'll straight-up grope you and pass it off as teasing. He's also like Kaeya in that he intentionally tries to embarrass you by making your mind go to lewd places, making obvious innuendos and euphemisms, then pretending like he doesn't know why you're looking at him like that... oh, is that what you thought he meant? Wow, you must have such a dirty mind, you little pervert.

How forceful are they? Do they care about your willingness?

Something like rape is barbaric! Of course he would never, eeeeever do something so awful, so unbecoming of someone like him. And he really never will. He's another yan that will simply... Secure your consent by whatever means necessary.

In the end he'll most likely guilt trip and gaslight his way into it. I mean, you're staying with him for free, he took you in, he feeds you and clothes you and you can't show one little bit of gratitude? He treats you like a wife and you can't fulfil your end of that role? Don't be selfish. He loves you so much... He'd do anything for you... don't you want him to be happy too?

He'll try different approaches. If seduction doesn't work off the bat, he'll try gaslighting, if that doesn't work, he'll try guilt tripping, if that doesn't work, he'll make up a bizarre lie - he has to have sex or he'll die, somehow! You get the idea. If you really, really, really push it, he may just resort to a vague threat of sorts - nothing too bad or deadly, but hey, it would sure be a shame if this recent market crash affected your family financially... Not that he knows anyone who has power over the local commerce or anything.

With a more timid, soft darling, you're likely to end up essentially... Dubcon'ed. Half-noncon'ed. He just kinda... Slowly goes for it, and at your protests insists no, it's ok, you'll feel good... And a timid darling too afraid to stop him doesn't exactly fight back or resist, so hey, silence is a green light.

What sort of kinks or fetishes do they have, or would they fill?

Experimentation

As I've said, he's a nasty little perv deep down, and he can get off to, well, a LOT of things. And he loves to try new things out, no matter how weird it may be. He's one you can get into a lot of things involving toys and objects, or physical forms of things applied to the body (think temperature play, hot wax, nipple clamps -- anything that has to do with objects being used on you). Part of the fun of it all is having something new that he's never tried before! Even if it turns out to not be his favorite thing, he'll still enjoy the trying it out, and those things he DOES find himself liking, well, he'll just have to add them to the little mental list of favorites.

And he, honestly, enjoys the little reactions you often have to the notions of this or that -- the shock and sudden fear on your face when he tells you today you'll do this or that, and how you shake your cute little head so rapidly. It's not that bad, he promises, and he's done a lot of research and reading to be sure he does things correctly, so no worries!

Body writing

It's kinda comical because you can't make out a word. With his canonically horrendous handwriting, but fondness for the act of writing, it makes for what essentially looks to you like abstract art on your body -- but just know it's the lewdest, most degrading shit you can think of that he'll get all over your thighs and stomach, marking you as his. If nothing else, he gets off to it, and based on the little things he whispers in your ear, you know it's the same sort of humiliating things. If he takes his time, he can write better, but he gets caught up in the heat of the moment.

Lingerie

He's a fan of lacey, frilly things. And he will definitely invest in as many as he can buy, ornate and intricate things, stockings for your legs that have pretty lace patterns at the top of the thigh, bras and panties that are somehow both lacey and perfectly see-through. He's also a big fan of things that have holes in them for easy access, so you can wear it the whole time. And, if he's feeling meaner, he'll definitely have you walk around in just that for a while -- not out where anyone else in the estate could see you, of course, but in his room with him.

Master/slave

He's not a sadist per se, and doesn't really put you in pain, but he loves your submission. And no better way to exemplify submission than with service. The little bastard already makes you act like a maid outside of bed, but now he likes it even more -- there's a certain rush of power to laying out a command and seeing you follow it. Not to mention the cute look on your warm face as you follow though with the degrading shit. Oh, and you'd better believe he gets humiliating. It's not necessarily degrading in the sense that he says or makes you say bad things about yourself, but rather, just the commands themselves, getting on your hands and knees and crawling over to him, and demanding you slowly strip down. Make it cute, give him a show, you know? He won't be cruel in the things he says about you, yet your pride is still wrecked by the end of it all.

Voyeurism/masturbation instruction

He loves to watch you get off, honestly. It ties into the slave thing to a degree, making you follow every little command, telling you exactly how to touch yourself and move your hands. He'll sigh and tell you no, you're going to fast, you can't do it that fast yet... and if you get too overexcited, he'll just have to make you stop, since you can't seem to listen, and maybe not get to cum until tomorrow, so you can learn to behave better about it next time.

Fluids/Cumplay

He has something of a fixation with all kinds. He loves seeing the trail of saliva from your mouth when you pull off his dick, the way cum drips out of you and runs down your thighs. He also likes seeing it splattered across your face, your chest, in your hair, something about the sight of it nearly has him hard immediately after and ready to go. But he also likes how it will gross you out, leaving you tied up so that you can't wipe it off, are forced to just stay there with it dripping out of your holes and down your skin in a way that makes you shiver. And, really, he loves your fluids too, sweet salty slick that's just so mesmerizing to watch coat his fingers and face. But his favorite thing, probably has to be running his fingers through your own juices and slick, collecting it on his fingers, holding it up to your mouth and telling you to suck them clean. Somehow, it's even hotter when you're licking your own fluids off of his fingers, although you doing so with his is certainly nice too.

How do they feel about pregnancy or babies? Do they want them?

He’d like an heir one day. He's one to want a kid, maybe two, but not a whole lot. Just enough to have a proper family structure, much like the family he was raised in. It's the proper thing to do, he thinks, a natural part of the social order and continuation of a legacy. As a natural extension of his spoiled brat tendencies, he often doesn't think very responsibly in regards to preventing children, so, lucky for him, that ideal will likely come to fruition eventually, if physically possible.

What kind of (nsfw) punishments would they use?

Absolutely uses overstimulation. Whatever sorts of toys exist in Teyvat, he's rich enough that he can easily obtain them - little things he can attach to you and leave buzzing, or thick plugs and internal toys to stuff you full and leave you there to suffer in stimulation and stretching for hours on end. And he doesn't leave you alone, no, he stays close by, leaving you tied up and blindfolded, the occasionally lazy checkup of "oh, how are you holding up over there? I almost totally forgot you were there!" in a mocking tone while he goes about reading his books or practicing or jerking off to the sight.

Also ruined orgasms. Ugh, he's the worst. Gets you right to your peak, likely also after hours of edging, and then just... stops. Right as you reach the high, stops all motion, leaves you whimpering and sobbing, it's literally painful to actually reach it, and then still have that orgasm taken from you. And he'll be sure to remind you that if you were good, you could experience it in full, he could make you feel so good and let you ride out that high... but so long as you insist on being such a stubborn little princess, unfortunately, he can't just give you that. He hates this too, you know, he says. He'd love nothing more than to share pleasure, but you insist on being difficult.

What body parts of their darling do they like the most?

Legs and thighs. He likes the aesthetics of legs, the softness, the way the flesh feels in his hands. The way touching them can make you jolt, the sensitivity, the way they leave little marks so perfectly if he sucks and bites at the skin. It's just really pretty.

#yandere genshin impact #yandere x reader #yandere xingqiu #yandere x y/n #tw: noncon #tw: dark content #tw:shota

[josie-gvf]

Fifteen ‘til Takeoff

Part 11 of 11

Josh kiszka x reader

WARNINGS: tiny bit of angst, language, FLUFF. Fluffy fluffy fluff.

Word count: 2.4k!

It’s finished! This is the second and final part to my very first fic. I hope you all enjoy! Thank you so much for all of the likes, reblogs, and interest in the first part. My asks are always open, so feel free to send requests for oneshots/headcanons any time. As always, suggestions/feedback always welcome!Peace, love, and light -JJ💫

Ps. I’ve edited for grammar/spelling to the best of my current ability at 2am. I’ll check it again in the morning 😂

Your cabin was only about 20 minutes away, granted, after about the first month or so, you rarely stayed there. Instead, you crashed in the spare room at the boys’ house. As soon as you walked in, you pulled out your phone. 2 missed calls and a text from Josh, all of which you ignored. You set your alarms and put your phone on “Do Not Disturb”. After packing up the last bit of your stuff, you tried to get some rest. Your flight was set to leave at 3pm, and you were originally supposed to meet with the boys for one last lunch before flying home. You walked into the main bedroom of the cabin and flicked on the dim bedside light. You changed into your pink satin pajamas and laid back onto scratchy plaid bed sheets. Normally, the cliché cabin decor and uncomfortable bedding would have kept you awake, but tonight, the only thing on your mind was Josh. You laid for hours, replaying the last 6 months over and over and over again. This evening had been a disaster, and the last thing you wanted to do was leave things on a bad note with Josh. You picked up your phone and looked at the time: 1:38am. You wondered if he had texted or tried to call again, but you didn’t check. At this point, your pride was the only thing stopping you from calling him. Or hell, even driving back to his house. All you wanted to do was fall into his arms, run your fingers through his soft curls, and pretend like this entire day never happened.

Sleep had apparently stolen your thoughts because the next thing you knew, your alarm was blaring. 7:00am. Only 8 hours left of your time with the boys. 8 hours to try and make amends with Josh before putting 2200 miles between the both of you. You showered and had a quick breakfast before driving back to the Kiszka house. You had decided not to call or text; you just wanted to show up and start fresh. Standing at their front door, your heart sank. You began to knock, but hesitated. Should I just walk in, like usual? Am I even welcome to walk in anymore? Your thoughts were cut short by the door swinging open before you. Jake stood shirtless, wearing only plaid pajama bottoms.

“Y/n’, he started, “hi... I just heard someone pull in so I—“ your eyes darted all around the house behind him, never stopping to meet his, or even to fixate on anything at all.

“A-are you okay?” He asked, genuinely concerned.

“Yeah I’m fine” you lied, “where is Josh?” Your voice was quiet, almost as if you were afraid to speak.

“He’s not with you?” Jake asked, growing visibly worried, “He left early this morning, didn’t say anything to anyone. We figured he was meeting up with you after whatever the fuck happened yesterday...” Your heart sank and you checked your phone for any missed calls or new texts from Josh. Nothing.

“Have you tried to call him? I haven’t seen him today” Your mind immediately finds the worst case scenario and you begin to panic. It must have been obvious, because Jake picked up on your change of tone quickly.

“It’s okay y/n, just come inside. I’ll try to call him, but I’m sure if he isn’t with you he probably just left to get food or watch the sunrise from the back of a unicorn or some stupid shit like that, don’t worry.” He joked sweetly, trying to keep things light.

You took a seat next to Jake on the couch as he tried to call Josh. You perk up and your eyes scan his face when he begins to speak.

“Hey man, where are you? Y/n is here.” He chirps. He’s silent for a moment and you wonder what Josh is saying.

“Alright man, well don’t forget today is her last day here. We’re all going to go to lunch before we see her off on her flight at 3” he says, and with that, he hangs up.

“Where is he?” You ask, chewing your bottom lip. Jake stands up from his spot on the couch and pads into the kitchen, opening the cupboard and retrieving an old Christmas mug. “Apparently he’s running a few last minute errands, whatever the fuck that means” He pours a steady stream of coffee into the mug, “But don’t worry about it, he knows we’re meeting for lunch so we’ll see him soon enough. Coffee?” He asks. You decline, shaking your head and sinking back into the faded blue couch, finding yourself lost in thought. This time, thinking about all the nights you and Josh had fallen asleep on this very couch, snuggled up like your time together would never run out.

As lunch time rolls around, you, Jake, Sam, and Danny carpool to one of your favorite restaurants. Given the circumstances, you’re almost not surprised when you find that Josh is yet again nowhere to be found. 3 unanswered texts later, Jake is beginning to grow frustrated. “I know you guys had some sort of little falling out yesterday, but for christ sake, this is getting ridiculous”, he pulls out his phone and calls Josh for the second time today. But this time, he doesn’t answer.

“It’s fine Jake, I’m sure he’s just still busy’” you say, adequately fighting back tears. “Let’s just go ahead in and get a table and hopefully he’ll show up soon”. Jake nods and you all head inside. You order drinks and food and the boys strike up conversation about all the good times and laughs you’ve shared together. You try to remain as present as possible, given that these are some of your last moments with three boys who have become brothers to you. But an hour has passed, and there’s still no sign of Josh. You can feel yourself becoming distant, inattentive to the conversations playing out before you. Should I try to call him? Should we try to find him? He does know I’m leaving right? Am I really not going to see him again after yesterday? Is this really the way things end for us? You’re not the only one bothered by Josh’s absence. Chalk it up to twin-tuition, but Jake is obviously feeling an emotional tug from somewhere as well. He’s seated beside you, and out of the corner of your eye, you watch him push food around on his plate, not bothering to eat it. He sighs and you’d swear he was about to snap, but instead, he throws his arm around your shoulder and pulls you in for a side hug, knocking the side of his head against yours.

“You know,” he says, barely above a whisper, “He gets like this sometimes. When he gets scared, when he has to feel through big emotions”. You’re not sure where Jake is going with this but you listen intently, looking up at him now. “He wouldn’t tell any of us what happened yesterday. But I know he’s upset about you leaving. Even if he has a funny way of showing it” he huffs out a sarcastic laugh and gestures broadly to the table that Josh is missing from. Jake trying to comfort you is such a bittersweet feeling. Tears work their way into your eyes, and you aren’t brave enough to respond to what he’s just said, knowing you’ll choke the second to try to speak. So you choose to lay your head on his shoulder instead, and watch him scoot food around his plate with his free hand. Not long after, the waitress brings by the check. After relentless protest from you, Jake pays for everyones lunch. You all stay and chat a bit longer, soaking up these last moments.

At 2:00pm, you arrive at the private airstrip. Due to the nature of your work and for the privacy of the band, Brooke had made arrangements for you to fly via a semi-private airline. A small jet, with a seating capacity of about 10 passengers. Sam and Danny help you carry your luggage and a few extra boxes containing items you had acquired while traveling through Frankenmuth. You sort through a small carry-on bag and make sure you have everything you’ll need to get you through a five hour flight. Jake has been frantically trying to get in touch with Josh, with no luck. You try your best to keep it together. Knowing deep down how much you had wanted to come clean and tell Josh how you really felt. It was becoming more and more evident, however, that you weren’t going to get the chance.

2:30

Your stomach was in knots and tears started to flow as you began saying your goodbyes to the boys. You hugged each of them, cracking a few jokes to try and lighten the mood. But it was no use. Each of the boys shared such sweet sentiments with you, and you were going to miss them the way your lungs would miss oxygen. Your last goodbye was to Jake. Literally Josh’s other half. This one was a special kind of hurt.

“I really thought he would show” You manage to choke out, you felt your entire body shake, and tears soaked Jake’s shoulder.

“Me too”, Jake whispered, hugging you tighter. You finally step back and wipe your eyes, reaching down to pick up your carry-on. You try to pull yourself together but you already know this is a battle you won’t win.

“I came here for work and ended up with a family” tears tightening your throat make it harder for you to speak over the roar of the jet engines, “I hope you guys know how thankful I am to have met you. Thank you for showing me that family doesn’t always require blood. I love you all so, so much” by now your throat is starting to ache and your body feels like it’s crumbling underneath you. Where is he? Why isn’t he here?

“Tell Josh that I—I—“ burying your face in your hands, your sobs take over. No, no, no, no, no! This can’t be happening! Please don’t let it end like this.

“FIFTEEN ’TIL TAKEOFF!” The pilot’s voice rang out over the exterior intercom system, snapping you out of your head. Jake is beside you now, leaning in so you can hear him.

“Tell him yourself”, he says, pointing to a thin figure running towards you through the empty airstrip.

Josh.

“Josh!” You yell, desperate and exasperated.

Your bodies collide and suddenly your entire world is at peace again. You can no longer hear the roar of the engines behind you. You’re breathing him in again, almost as if it’s the first time. His warmth, the way he smells, his curls against your face, the way his body feels against yours. Like God himself designed him to fit only into you. He’s here. He’s really here. Everything is okay. You’re only pulled back into reality by the sound of Josh’s voice.

“I’m sorry, y/n, I am so, so sorry.” He pulls back from your embrace ever so slightly, only to lay his forehead against yours. Still with one arm around your waist, he cups one side of you face.

“Josh It’s—“

“No it’s not” He cuts you off, “It’s not okay. It’s never okay for me or anyone to speak to you the way I did yesterday. Or to leave you the way I left you today. I should have been here” Tears are beginning to well in his eyes and his voice is cracking but he continues, “I should have been here all day, begging you not to get on this plane, begging you not to go”. You’re holding his face now, and you shake your head softly.

“Josh—“ You try, but interrupts you for the second time.

“Y/n, I love you. I love you”, he says breathlessly, his eyes dart between yours, searching for a reaction, “I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I was so scared that you didn’t feel the same way but I’m even more afraid of you leaving. Please tell me I’m not too late, y/n, give me a chance to prove it to you, please don’t get on that pl—“

This time it’s you who cuts him off. In matter of seconds your lips have found his and you’re lost in him again. It’s different this time. The usual peace of his embrace is now met with ecstasy. Fire, even. Your whole body is buzzing. Everything you’ve ever felt for Josh is falling into place, causing you to fall apart. You’re spinning, dwindling down into bliss, unwinding from your head all the way to your toes. Against your will, your souls are abruptly pulled apart again.

“Ms. y/l/n,”, the pilot has stepped into the doorway of the jet, “are you still boarding with us this afternoon? We’re due for take off.” He states, clearly not amused with your lack of punctuality.

You look at Josh and he shakes his head so softly that if you weren’t mere inches from his face, you would have missed it. Without even thinking about your home or your job in California, or what you’re going to tell Brooke, you shout back, “I’m sorry, I can’t board this flight”. You look back at Josh and smile only for a moment before runway personnel are shooing you off of the airstrip. The 5 of you are escorted back to Jake’s car where Josh has also conveniently parked.

“You know, that was very dramatic. Very “theater kid” of you”, you say with a smirk, turning to face Josh. He pulls you into another kiss, effortlessly.

“You know you liked it”, he says throwing you a wink. You opt to ride home with Josh of course, taking this time to discuss how you will now be wearing all of his clothing and using his toothbrush, since all of your belongings were halfway to Los Angeles by now.

You spent the rest of the evening with all of the brothers (Danny included), just like normal. When everyone had finally retreated to their beds, you and Josh stayed nestled into your favorite spot on that faded blue couch, just like always, tangled up together, enjoying this new feeling. As sleep started to take over, you ran your fingers through Josh’s hair, leaning down to where he was nestled across you, and kissed his forehead.

“Thank you for staying” he murmured, his soft brown eyes catch yours and he flashes you a sleepy smile.

“I never wanted to leave anyway” you quip back, tracing a line down his perfect nose with your fingertip

“Oh and by the way,” you yawned, “I love you too”.

#josh kiszka #joshua michael kiszka #jake kiszka #jacob thomas kiszka #sam kiszka #sammy kiszka #danny wagner #greta van fleet #gvf

[kireimarkeu]

wild heart; l.dh

+repost, i did not make any changes to this fic.

summary: where your best friend starts to fall for you 

2.5k words

[11:36 PM] movie night

"No, Hyuck! Geez!" you groaned, your hand pressing onto his shoulder brutally as you reached up to snatch the remote control from Donghyuck's grip. 

He winced when you pinched his shoulder, settling down on the couch then stuck his tongue out at you in a teasing manner. You crossed your arms with a pout, looking away from your best friend. 

"Are you being pouty, right now?" he asks, taking a look at you before a burst of loud laughter left his lips. "it's my turn to choose the movie though," he says, pressing onto the buttons on the remote to turn on the same movie the both of you have watched millions of times.

"I don't want to watch To All The Boys I've Loved Before for the 50th time," you grumbled him, scooting further away from the boy sulkily.

He stops pressing the buttons on the remote, "well, what do you want to watch then?" he asks you staring right at you, while you didn't spare him a single glance. 

You raised your eyebrows at him in confirmation, he only nodded positively. "A new movie just came out and I wanna watch it with you."

He chuckled, "with me?"

You nodded, "it's an action movie."

He pretended to puke, then looks at you with a disgusted look, "I only watch rom-com, dummy. How could you not know that? You're my best friend."

You rolled your eyes at his statement, "the only rom-com you watch is To All The Boys I've Loved Before."

He scowled at you and threw the remote at your direction, hitting you softly on the thigh. "Fine."

You could only grin in satisfaction as you turned on the action movie you have been dying to watch. Once the movie started playing, you shifted closer to Donghyuck and laid your head comfortably on his lap.

[6: 43PM] he helps you find clothes

"Wait- I don't think I look good in this," you say from inside the room. 

You were told a few days ago that your brother was getting married, so you needed a new dress to wear to the wedding. You didn't hesitate to call your best friend for help, knowing he was the best at being completely honest.

You stared at your reflection in the mirror, a frowned plastered on your face. Donghyuck had picked a few dark blue dresses to match with the theme. 

You finally tried on the last dress, the one Hyuck had been waiting for you to put on. It was something you have never worn before. It was just so- revealing. 

There was a slit all the way up to the thigh, a V-neck in the middle that ended just right above your belly button. And, god- why was it so tight? It hugged your curves just right. You felt so naked.

Donghyuck rolls his eyes and replies, "I'll be the judge of that."

"But I look really bad in it," you say, turning to see your side view in the mirror, "I think dark blue doesn't suit me."

Donghyuck rested his back against the wall as he stretched his long legs. "You're already ugly, it doesn't matter."

"Lee Donghyuck!"

"Did I lie?" he asks, "Did I fucking lie??"

You let out an annoyed groan and unlocked the door, peeking your head out to look at the boy who was staring at you with lazy eyes. 

"I look so bad," you whined, "can I just change and find another dress?"

Donghyuck sighed, "We met at 1 pm, it's almost 7 now, y/n."

You pouted, opening the door wider as you stepped out of the room to let Donghyuck see the dress. 

Donghyuck's eyes widen as his heartbeat started to pick up its rate. The dress you wore is stunning, why didn't you like it?

"You look..." he lets out a low whistle. "you look great, why do you not like the dress?"

You shrugged, "I don't know, maybe because it's not me?"

He rolls his eyes, "well you're shopping for a dress, of course, it won't feel like you."

You turned back around to face the mirror in the room again. With Hyuck's reassurance, you felt slightly more confident. It did suit you. Maybe the dress wasn't so bad. 

You turned back around to face the boy, "do you think I should really get this?" you ask Donghyuck. 

He nodded, "just make sure you wear lots of makeup. Or else the dress would go to waste," he joked. 

You turned to send him a sarcastic smile, "great! Now let's shop for shoes!" you tell him, earning a groan from the boy.

[11:18 AM] when you call each other pet names

You didn't know how it all started. You weren't sure if you were the one who started it- probably Hyuck since he was a lot more playful. But the both of you have playfully called each other pet names in front of everyone. 

"Do you want some, baby?" you ask Hyuck, bringing the spoon filled with rice to his lips. 

You could feel everyone on the table staring at the both of you. 

Donghyuck nodded, opening his mouth to let you feed him, "Thanks, babe." 

The table fell silent. 

"Are you guys...?" Jeno trailed off with raised eyebrows.

The both of you raised your eyebrows, waiting for him to finish his sentence.

"Dating," Jaemin completes the sentence for his friend.

"Are you guys dating?" Jeno repeats, his eyes wide in confusion. 

You scrunched your face in disgust, "me and Hyuck? Hell no!" 

The table fell silent as they all stare at your best friend.

Perhaps Hyuck's heart broke when the words left your lips without hesitation. Perhaps he did have thoughts of the both of you dating.

Jeno had a surprised expression plastered on his face, "O-oh, well you both were calling each other pet names, so I thought the both of you were already dating."

Already? What did Jeno mean by that?

You shrugged, "I don't know how it started, but we both started using it and became comfortable with the nickname."

"Yeah," remarked Hyuck, "we're just really comfortable with the name."

[9:09 PM] sleepover!!!!

You: r u coming??

You: hyukkiii

You: babyyy

You: why are you taking so long D:

You: can you RUN

You: i'm going to eat all the nuggets >:(

Right when you sent the last text, you heard a loud knock on your door. You ran to the door and unlocked it as fast as you can. You were met with Donghyuck in the matching blue pyjamas that you had bought for him when you went to Jaa. (You had forcefully made him wear the matching blue pJ's whenever the both of you had a sleepover.)

"You're so slow," you complained, pulling your friend in by his arm. "Did you bring the snacks I told you to?" 

He lifted his hand to show you the bag filled with the snacks that you were craving for. "Just admit you invited me because you want to bring food."

You turned to Hyuck, feigning a confused expression, "I would never," you expressed dramatically. 

Hyuck rolls his eyes at your words. "I'm choosing the movie," he tells you, plopping on the couch, reaching for the remote quickly before you could snatch it from him. 

You empty the bag filled with snacks that Donghyuck left on the table. "Fine. Make sure it's not another rom-com."

Donghyuck whines, "what's wrong with Peter and Lara Jean? They're so cute together!"

[11:21 PM] dancing together in the living room

Both of you have ditched the movie he chose and decided to play music instead. Hyuck was in charge of music since he had better taste. 

Suddenly, your favourite song, Feel Special by Twice started playing. Your eyes widened in glee as you stared at Hyuck. You immediately stood up and started dancing to the choreography terribly.

Donghyuck could only laugh as you dance offbeat. You stared up at him with shining eyes, grabbing his hand in yours before pulling him to stand next to you. 

Without thinking, you started dancing next to your best friend. Donghyuck lifted his hand that you were holding above you to twirl you around. 

He couldn't afford to ruin the moment. He loved seeing you this way- so carefree and happy. It would be a lie if he didn't feel butterflies in his stomach seeing your eyes shining so brightly. 

[1:56 AM] he sings you to sleep

After hours of singing and dancing, you finally grew tired. You suggested that both of you should head to bed if Hyuck wanted to get breakfast tomorrow. 

"I'll sleep on the couch," Hyuck says, grabbing some of the pillows on your bed. He pressed his hand on each of the pillows, he didn't like pillows that are way too soft.

You frowned at your friend's words. "I changed my bedsheets for you," 

He turned around to look at you with raised his eyebrows, "what?"

"I made space for you in my bed," you explained, "cuddle me~"

You weren't sure why you wanted him to sleep with you. You just wanted to be in his arms. 

Honestly, Donghyuck was nervous. The last time the both of you cuddled was months ago. Usually, he didn't feel anything while both of you were laying together on your bed, but this time, it felt different. 

He felt his heartbeat starting to pick up its pace, his face turning crimson red from your whines and your pouty lips.

"You want me to cuddle you?" he asks again, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He didn't realise he was clenching onto the pillow that he was holding this whole time. 

You nodded cutely. "Just like the old-time."

Right. Just like the old time. 

"Okay."

Within a few minutes, you had Hyuck's arms protectively wrapped around you, while your head rest neatly on his chest. You snuggle closer to your best friend. 

"Donghyuck-ah," you yawn, your hands fisting his grey sweatshirt. Earlier, Donghyuck had claimed your dorm was too cold so he put on his sweatshirt that he had left at your place last time.  

"Hm?"

"Will you sing me to sleep?" you ask quietly.

You felt Donghyuck's hands thread through your soft hair, "do you want me to?"

You nod, "I love it when you sing."

And without hesitation, Hyuck started singing softly in your ear while you slowly went into a deep slumber. 

Donghyuck tried his best not to move around too much when he knew you were deep asleep. He tilted his chin down to stare at your features. He slowly let his finger trace your nose down to your lips.

"Y/N," he breathes, "why am I feeling this way?"

[2:03 PM] playing with your hair

You were currently seated on the floor between Donghyuck's legs. He had his hands tangled in your hair, occasionally twirling it around his fingers or braiding it halfway. 

"Ow," you winced when you felt a particular tug from your hair. "That hurts, you bitch," you cussed at your best friend. 

"It wouldn't if you actually wash your hair," he argued back, his hand threading through your hair, untangling your long brown locks. 

Donghyuck loved to make sarcastic remarks about everything. But one thing he would never admit was that he actually loved your hair. He loved the smell of your hair; it wasn't strawberry or coconut. It was nothing of the sort, the smell of your hair made him feel like he was at the right place. With the right person. 

He loved the natural soft curls you had on your hair. It was unique. The soft curls you had, made you become you. 

He would often hear you complain about how you hated your curly hair and how you wanted to straighten it. Or how you wanted to have your hair dyed brown because you hated your black hair. 

"Should I cut my hair, Hyuckie?" you asked from below, tilting your head upwards to look at the boy.

"Hm?" he asked with raised eyebrows, looking down at you, "I think short hair would look good on you," he says truthfully.

"Well, I'm not planning on cutting it real short, maybe until here?" you say, pointing on your shoulder. 

Donghyuck let's go of your hair, "you'll look good, baby. You don't have to worry."

[12:01 AM] he kisses you

You didn't know how the both of you ended up in this position-- you in-between his legs, one of his hand resting on your cheeks while the other was planted on your waist.

The both of you were so close, one move and his lips would be planted on yours. 

"y/n," he breathes, his hand trembling slightly, "can I kiss you?"

Your heartbeat started to pick up, how long has Donghyuck been waiting to ask you this? 

Your eyes linger on his pretty pink, pouty lips. You slowly nod, pulling him closer to you by the strings of his hoodie. 

His lips crashed onto yours in a matter of seconds. His lips were so soft, you just wanted to kiss him forever. Your hand thread through Donghyuck's hair while you breathe through your nose. A minute passed, and both of you finally pulled away. 

You breathed heavily as a giggle left your lips when you saw his swollen red lips and messy hair. 

You bit your lips nervously, "wanna make out?"

He pretended to think then he looked at you with stars in his eyes, "I don't make out with my friends."

You kept quiet, dumbfounded by his reply. Was this all a joke to him? You pulled away from Donghyuck but he prevented you from doing so by tightening his grip on your waist. 

You looked up at him, tears already brimming your eyes. You were embarrassed and disappointed. 

"y/n, will you be my girlfriend?"

[2:09 PM] you both get ice cream

"Two chocolate ice cream cones please," Donghyuck ordered, his hand reaching out to pay for both of your desserts. 

"Aww," you playfully punch your boyfriend while he winces in pain, "you're paying for my food?" you ask, wrapping your arms around his bicep while batting your eyelashes in his face.

He sends you a disgusted look, "do you even have a single cent on you?" he replies sarcastically.

You stick your tongue out and push him away from you, "fuck you, Lee."

Hyuck grabs both the ice cream cones and hands one to you while the both of you leaves the ice cream parlour. 

You happily licked your ice cream while the satan next to you bites his ice cream. You didn't say anything though, knowing it was his habit since he was young. 

"Babe," Donghyuck calls from beside you. 

"Hm?" you turned around only to feel the coldness of the chocolate ice cream resting on your nose. "Lee Donghyuck!" you yelp, punching his chest and arm.

Your boyfriend only laughed loudly as he tried to dodge your soft and weak punches. 

"Wait, wait," he says, one hand holding onto your arm to stop you from punching him. He slowly leans down to press his lips on your nose, kissing the cream off your nose. 

Pulling away, he was met with your blushing face. He couldn't help but plant another soft kiss on your lips. 

#haechan #lee haechan #lee donghyuck #haechan scenarios #haechan imagines #haechan drabbles #haechan angst #haechan fluff #haechan smut #nct #nct127 #nct dream #nct u #wayv #superm #nct scenarios #nct drabbles #nct angst #nct fluff #nct smut #nct imagines #scenarios #drabbles #angst #fluff #smut

[ushiwakaout]

Hiii! I really like that haikyuu series you’re doing! May you pls do that w/ Suna??

Yes... i fucking love suna.

Let’s just stay you own a little manga/coffee shop

okay but suna is the definition a scrawny gamer boyfriend and his alt girlfriend, but he’s actually lean.

*the first thing he does in the morning is definitely take pictures of you while you’re asleep in his arms*

“Hey baby, come jog with me?” (5:00 am)

“Come on, you know i don’t like going alone.”

“Please? I’m begging here.”

“Yeah? Thank you.”

*leans down and gives your lips a peck before bushing your hair away from your face*

“You’re so cute this morning.”

“Hehe, why are you blushing?”

“Come on get dressed, you gotta open shop soon anyways.”

“You wanna catch up slow poke? I thought i was lazy.”

you: “Rin- You’re a trained athlete, shut up.”

“Well, i’m a lazy, you should be able to catch up...”

“Baby come on, i’m not going that fast.”

“You wanna hold my hand?”

“Hold on Ima run ahead and run back, and then we’ll talk home, yeah?”

“Cold? You want my jacket? No, you sure? Fine.”

“Let’s go back home.” (6:00 am)

“You wanna shower first?” (6:30 am)

“Let me shower with you because if i don’t shower now, i won’t shower later.”

“What do you mean no?”

“Come on get you’re pretty ass in the shower baby.”

“I promise i won’t look.”

*you proceed to turn away from him to wash your hair and he’s definitely looking at your ass*

*will give it a good squeez*

“What? You never said no touching.”

“Wash my hair for me?”

“Wanna scrub me up too?”

“Ow! Hey, i was i my joking....”

you: “no you weren’t”

“Yeah... no I wasn’t.”

“Give me a kiss before you get out.” (7:00 am)

“Mmm, that was nice- What are you looking at?”

*sometimes your forget how lean Rintarō is but there he is, standing in front of you, with nothing but a towel on his shoulder *

*okay but seriously, Suna hates wearing clothes around the house so he’s either in his underwear or not wearing clothes at all*

*def makes you suck his cock when he doesn’t wanna fuck because he’s so laid back and just wants to cum in your pretty little mouth*

“What? It’s not like you haven’t seen me naked.”

“You look sexy... come here give me a twirl.”

*100% makes you sit on his lap while he’s naked*

“You look so pretty...”

*starts nibbling on your neck a little*

“You sure you wanna open so early today?”

“How about you open a little later and we can have some fun~”

“What do you mean you can’t?”

*slowly starts unbuttoning your shirt to kiss your chest*

“Come on baby, just a quicky.”

you: “Rin i gotta go...”

*cue pouty rintarō*

“I’ll walk you to the shop, let me just take care of this.”

you: “icantakscareofthatifyoulike”

*you can’t tell me this man doesn’t love face fucking you, he loves watching your mouth drool*

“Our old team is getting back together for drinks, you want me to pick you up to go straight there?” (8:30 am)

“You look perfectly fine... I’ll pick you up anyways.”

“Actually, do you need any help around the shop? Coach canceled practice today so i can give you a hand.”

“I’m sure, i don’t know how to make coffee but i can organize the books and take orders.”

*Suna doesn’t realize how hard it is to wait tables*

*you both eat breakfast before opening the shop*

you: “did you date me because you get free pastries?”

“No I dated you because i heard you make the best pot brownies... but no, i liked you before then.”

you: “you’re a little shit, you know that Tarō?”

“i’m very much aware loved one”

“...very much aware...”

“Can you make me a coffee.”

you: “oh my god, yes Tarō ofc.”

“Okay what do you want me to start on?” (9:00 am)

“Hey, where’s the button for dessert?”

“I broke the pencil- I told you i would, hand me that pen.”

“What table number is that one...”

“No that one, far right. 6? okay cool.”

“I got the wrong order and *give him the right order* Oh, god thank you.”

“Do we do to-go?”

“Since when did you do delivery?”

“Can you make me a coffee when you aren’t so busy?”

“Ah good! [co-worker name] you’re here... I can go organize books now.”

*shoves the notepad and pen to them*

“How do you organize the manga?”

“Woah slow down, so- genre, alphabetical order.... sequels and then prequels and then sequels... okay. I think i got this.”

“I don’t got this.”

“No no, i’ma figure it out... i just need to slow down or my brains gonna malfunction.”

*starts lightly humming while organizing books*

“Shit, you scared me.... Hmm? Oh yeah, Boku no hero is right here.”

“Babe, i did something right!”

*taking a small break in the back when you come following him*

“Taking a break too? Good, drink some water.” (1:00 pm)

“Lunch? I can go get some of you want.”

“Onigiri miya is like down the street, he should be open by now.”

“I’ll make it a delivery order, don’t worry about it.”

“Just called ‘Samu, he said they’re backed up on orders so i’ll get here in an hour at most.”

“Onigiris here, thanks Osamu- how you been?” (2:00 pm)

“You close for lunch? Why did you never tell me this?”

“Right, i usually have practice.”

“Hey- is that why you always show up around that time?”

“You really don’t have too baby, just enjoy your lunch next time.”

*pats your head while you eat and kisses your temple*

“Let’s get back to work yeah?” (3:30 pm)

*last few hours are chill so Suna likes to invade your personal space in the back and while you’re doing inventory, he likes squeezing you ass [grabs your titties under your shirt if you have any]*

*does not help you when reaching something because he loves seing your shirt rise above your tummy*

you: “what ?”😳

“You’re so fucking sexy, do you know that?”

you: “Tarō i’m sweaty and tired how is that sexy?”

“You could literally be drooling on me and i’d still think you’re sexy.”

you: “s-shut up tarō!”

“Mmm i don’t think so, come here and give me a kiss.”

“You want me to start cleaning up?” (7:40 pm)

“Can we get some food after this, i’m getting hungry.”

“Closing time!!!” (8:00 pm)

“Come on, i’m hungry, let’s go.”

“Hey mind getting if i get a bag of chuupet before dinner?”

*yoh probably leave him for a few seconds in the convenient store*

“hey- *pulling in your sleeve* i pushed a kid to the floor for the last bag so i need to go, pay for this.”

“I’m not laughing *supressing laugh* come on, it’s a little funny.”

“You’re a bore, come on- i’ll buy you food.”

“You wanna take it to go?”

“Home sweet home.” (9:30 pm)

*you plop down on the couch while Suna reheats the food*

“Hey babe- *realizes you’ve fallen alseep* baby, sweetheart, goodmorning sleepy head... Eat before you sleep, okay?”

“I don’t want you falling asleep on an empty stomach.”

“Finished? Good. Come on, now you need a shower.”

“Yes i lied, come on i’ll bathe you.”

“Don’t fall asleep on me now.” (10:30 pm)

you: “feels good...”

“I know, but you can’t sleep in the tub baby.”

*will dry you down and pick you up to tuck you into the bed*

*100% sleep naked together. he wouldn’t have it any other way because he loves feeling your warmth before you fall asleep.*

#suna rintarō #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyuu manga #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu spoilers #timeskip haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu suna #suna rintaro x reader #suna x reader #suna x you #suna rintarou #suna rintarou x you #suna rintarou x reader #suna rintarō x reader #inzarizaki #inarizaki x you #hq inarizaki #haikyuu inarizaki #inarizaki x y/n #inarizaki x manager #inarizaki suna #anime x you #anime / manga #anime x reader #haikyuu anime #osamu miya #onigiri miya #haikyuu x manager

[violettmedusa]

Not Ready ~ AIEB

Pairing: Avenger!Bucky x OC Enhanced Avenger

Series Synopsis: Lilith Fletcher, the Navy’s first female officer escapes from hydra and meets Tony Stark who works to keep her undercover until she is ready to face the world again. When that time comes, she is reunited with Bucky Barnes. After Tony finally badgers you into moving into the compound, you are met with a familiar face and finally start to find yourself and get rid of your hydra past to build your future.

Chapter Summary: Chapter 6 - Bucky gets a hint at your background and loses it, Tony gets a lesson in recovery.

Word Count: 2,476

Warnings: angry protective bucky 🥵

A/N: my summaries are just simply not going to be good I dont think so I apologize lol

The nightmare that night wakes you up at 5am. A lot later than usual so you feel pretty good about yourself. You decide to find a treadmill and run for a bit. You always prefer to run outside but your paranoia is keeping you from doing it by yourself. The training room is empty but you put your earbuds in anyway, you turn on some music on to try to drown the racing and intrusive thoughts in your mind. Flashes of memories dance in your head, smiling faces; your father, your best friend Peggy, war buddies, mere glimpses of people you once knew. You finally look down and realize you are going 30 miles an hour and it is 7:45 already. You stop running and stand there breathing heavily. You can sense someone watching you and turn around to see Tony leaning on the doorframe. You take your headphones out and walk towards him, drinking from your bottle. He motions to a bench and you both sit.

   “How’re you doin, kid?”

   “You know, I’m old enough to be your mother” you say and chuckle at him. 

   “Yeah, but you look young enough to be my sister so just humor me” you roll your eyes at his sass but you both smile.

   “I’m doing fine so far” you say, unsure of the answer yourself but saying that to try to fulfill what he wanted to hear.

   “I think that treadmill might disagree with you” he says laughing at you.

   “I didn’t sleep too well that’s all” you say trying not to worry him.

   “How come?”

   “Just adjusting to a new place. I’m not used to having this much room.” You laugh desperately trying to avoid talking about your nightmares.

You don’t talk to anyone about your nightmares. You know that if you told someone about what you saw, they’d be horrified. You don’t even tell Dr. Raynor about all of it. 

   “Tony, I have a question” you state after a brief moment of silence between the two of you.

   “Shoot.”

   “Why now?” Tony looks at you quizzingly. “Why did you send Nat now, did Raynor tell you to or something?” You ask that last question with a twinge of hurt in your voice.

   “No, God, no!” You breathe a small sigh of relief at his response. “She and I don’t talk about you, I just wanted to make sure you were seeing someone, I set you up and that’s it I promise. I sent her now because we stopped hearing from you as regularly and I was getting worried about your health and safety.” He puts his hand on your shoulder, pulling your racing thoughts towards his answer.

   “Okay, it really was just weird timing then I guess. I have been thinking about taking you up on the offer and when Nat showed up out of the blue I assumed she told you I wasn’t doing well.” He shakes his head and you’re back to comfortable silence. 

   “Mr. Stark, Captain Rogers requests your presence in the conference room” says a female voice coming from somewhere in the ceiling.

   “Tell him I’ll be right there.”

   “Of course” the voice responds.

   “Okay, what the fuck was that?” You say a bit freaked.

Tony laughs at the shock on your face.

   “That’s my computer system, FRIDAY. You can communicate by saying the name and she can pretty much do whatever you want.”

   “Huh.”

   “Pretty cool right? Well, I better go see what Rogers wants, I’ll see you later.” You nod at him as he gets up and leaves. 

You stare at the treadmill for a few more minutes until you hear the door open. Sam and Bucky enter the gym to spar a bit before the mission tomorrow. You stand up getting ready to leave and eat some breakfast.

   “Off so soon?” Sam asks with a smile on his face.

   “I’ve been in here since five” you smile back hoping he doesn’t see how self conscious you feel. 

   “Damn girl! No wonder you look so good.” Sam says with a chuckle looking you up and down. You can’t help it and your cheeks go completely red and you look down.

   “I-I’m going to go get some breakfast I’ll see you guys later” you say and dart out of the room.

Bucky punches Sam in the shoulder and glares at him.

   “What the hell was that for!”

   “You just made her really uncomfortable” Bucky states coldly.

   “It was supposed to be a compliment” Sam says while Bucky just shakes his head and gets ready to train.

   “What’s her deal anyway? Why is she here?” Bucky asks since he didn’t sit in on the whole meeting.

   “Tony brought her in, she’s ex-HYDRA, like you, but they aren’t really telling us much more than that. Steve and Nat aren’t budging on the details. It’s for her privacy, I guess.”

That’s when Bucky breaks. Fully enraged, he leaves Sam in the gym confused and bolts to find Tony, Steve, and Nat. When he gets to the conference room, they’re all there with Bruce. 

   “Why the FUCK did no-one tell me she was HYDRA?” He barks at the three of them. 

   “Well, if you had be-“ Tony starts just to be cut off by Bucky’s screaming.

   “Don’t, Stark! Do you have ANY idea how dangerous that could have been for either one of us? At any given moment we could have a memory surge and send us into a tailspin!”

You hear the commotion as you’re drinking your coffee and wander over to hear what’s going on.

   “Is she even stable?” You wince when you hear the anger in Bucky’s voice and you know he’s referring to you. 

   “She wanted a bit to adjust to being here before we sent her to Wakanda but yes, she’s been under the radar for almost three years.” You hear Steve trying to reason with him.

   “You’ve known about this for three fucking years and didn’t think to tell me?!” You can tell he’s getting more aggravated and you can’t take it anymore.

You walk in to the room quietly and everyone turns to you, you refuse to look at Bucky but if you had, you would have seen the anger in his eyes shift to worry when he realized you had heard him.

   “I asked them not to say anything because I didn’t want people to be scared of me. I just wanted a chance to be free, but I felt like I needed to be with people who might understand, so I came. I didn’t want to burden anyone with be being here, I’m sorry if I’m freaking everyone out.” Your voice starts to waver and your eyes are glued to the floor.

   “You’re not sweetie, this is my fault, I told them not to tell Bucky and I should have known better. He’s not scared of you either I promise” Nat says calmly as she walks over to you. 

   “Let’s go get some breakfast and when we’re done Steve will explain what the mission is going to look like if you’re up for going.” She puts an arm around you and leads you back to the kitchen. 

   “You should have told me. If she had recognized me, it could have been really traumatic for her, Steve.” Bucky’s anger is now replaced with disappointment in Steve, and regret for making you feel like he was scared of you. 

Bucky goes back to train with Sam and Tony, Bruce, and Steve just look down at their hands, knowing that Bucky was right. 

Nat sits you down and gets breakfast together while you try to choke down a sob lodged in your throat.

   He isn’t scared of you, Lilith. 

Your head whips around and you see Wanda with pity in her eyes. The tears start to fall and you put your head in your hands.

   He’s worried about you.

   How do you know?

   Uh. I can read minds. And his was screaming as I walked past him just now.

You wonder why she’s able to read him and you’re not but decide not to bring it up. Nat looks over and sees Wanda, they look at each other and Nat can tell that she’s talking you down.

   Why would he be worried about me? He hasn’t even said two words to me since I’ve been here!

Wanda tries to think on her feet, not wanting to go into Bucky’s history without his permission.

   He saw how hard it was for me and didn’t want the same mistakes made with you.

You scowl at her knowing her story is bullshit but not pushing it further, she had to be lying for a reason. 

After breakfast everyone meets in the conference room for the final brief on the mission tomorrow. As people come in you say your good mornings but avoid eye contact with Bucky. Sam walks up to you and squats down next to you so only you can hear what he’s saying.

   “Okay, two things. One, I’m very sorry if I made a comment earlier that made you uncomfortable I didn’t mean to.” You smile a bit, feeling a hint of relief and it reassures Sam that you aren’t upset at him. “And two, Bucky isn’t upset that you’re here” your smile leaves and you look at your lap. “I mean it, he’s just worried that about you being forced to adjust too fast. He ranted about it the whole time we were sparring. But you didn’t hear that from me.” You look back at him and he winks at you before standing up and sitting next to Clint. 

You look at Bucky and he’s already looking at you with obvious worry in his eyes. You don’t have to read his mind to know that he regrets you hearing his yelling match this morning. Neither of you maintain the eye contact, shifting focus to Tony immediately after your eyes meet.

   “Okay, so the bad guys are going to be in this building during the day and every night they head over to the club right next door. They meet a lot of the other cartel there and there is supposed to be a deal going down tomorrow night.” Steve starts the briefing with what you already know about the drug ring. 

   “Now because this is a mob business that basically comes right out of a movie, the nightclub has live music on Friday nights” Tony continues. “I’m thinking we need a reason to be in there as well as someone who can read the room to be a gopher so, I’m thinking Lilith is the entertainment while Nat plays bartender and Sam and Wanda act as patrons of the club. Steve, Clint, and myself will stake out until we get a signal from those on the inside and Parker and Barnes will go into their building to gather and files and other information we might need.” Tony finishes with a smile, content with the thought out plan that he’s come up with. 

   “You’ve got to be shitting me” you say, the words just falling out of your mouth.

Everyone looks at you and you have your eyes fixed on Tony.

   “You can sing can’t you?”

   “I guess but I don’t do it in front of other people and especially not on my first day on the team! Who even told you that?”

You look over at Nat who is avoiding eye contact and you glare at her for a moment.

   “I’m not even sure I’m ready to be in the field, let alone front in fucking center. Can I just be in the van to watch for body language or something? I can’t do that. Not yet.” You feel you cheeks get hot and you are all of a sudden aware of all of the eyes on you.

   “Uh. Yeah. If you aren’t ready I’m not going to force you to do anything like that yet” He responds, a little thrown off that someone vetoed his plan. “We can have everything set up the same and I won’t call in about entertainment. Sound like a plan?” Everyone nods but you just look at your lap.

   “All right, everyone dismissed, don’t forget about movie night and don’t train too hard today, get some rest” Steve finishes the meeting and before he can finish his sentence, you’re out the door and running to your room.

                                                         ~

You’ve been reading in your room on your little couch and staring out your window on and off for several hours when you hear a soft knock on your door. You can sense its Tony and you tell him to come in. 

   “Hey.”

   “Hi” you respond, still looking out your window. 

   “I’m sorry about earlier” he starts.

   “Which part? The screaming match or the mission brief?” You ask curtly, making Tony flinch a little.

   “Yes, I guess” he lets out a nervous laugh, trying to lighten the mood. 

   “Bucky was right about it all I guess, and I should have listened to him.” You finally look at him with a confused scowl.

   “He said that we should be giving you more time and I guess because you seemed fine in Salem I thought that you’d be able to just kind of pick it up here.” He sits on the edge of your bed facing you.

   “You really have no idea what trauma is like for other people do you?” Tony winces at the word trauma used again when referring to you. 

   “I suppose not, and I’m very truly sorry for pushing you when thats the opposite of what I wanted to do. I even said I wasn’t going to and did it anyway. You really don’t even have to go on the mission if you don’t want to.” 

   “I do, but I thought I was just starting with intel so if I’m in the van watching over everyone and working comms I’ll be fine.” 

   “If thats what you’re up to doing, that’s completely fine. You don’t need to do more than what you’re comfortable with.”

You nod at him and look back out your window. 

   “Dinner will be ready in a few, I know you didn’t eat lunch so I suggest you eat dinner if you’re feeling okay.”

   “I’ll be out in a minute” you say as Tony gets up to leave.

You take another glance out your window and take a deep breath. You know Tony didn’t mean you any harm but he doesn’t need his hand held either so you don’t mind that he got a slap-in-the-face type of a realization of your situation. It does make you more curious about Bucky though, what did he go through to make him that worried about how you were feeling? You shrug the thought off and head to dinner.

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