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The way she looks at me you | Chapter 2
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Pairing: Neteyam x Ao'nung x Na'vi!Reader x Lo'ak
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Chapter Warnings:
- ANGST (bullying (both verbally and kind of physically), anxiety attack, xenophobia, Lo'ak in an ungrateful brother, Neteyam is a meany) - FLUFF (just a bit, Kiri Lo'ak and Reader being crackhead, jokes ?, Lo'ak is a really good friend)
- BAD ENGLIIIISH (not proof read, feel free to correct me if you want to)
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A/N: The song that Neytiri sang at Neteyam's funeral is on Youtube, at this point I'm just torturing myself. Anyway, reblog are appreciated and comments even more ♡♡
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The next day, you and the Sullys woke up, exhausted but relieved to have slept in a real bed - even though you had shared yours with Kiri, which neither of you minded. Jake gave you his speech about respecting their traditions and people, and had especially looked at Lo'ak when he told you to behave - which made you discreetly laugh. So you and the siblings were on the road to the beach, ready to take your first steps into a completely new world, different from what you knew.
"I hope you drown." Kiri said playfully to her brother, nudging his shoulder to annoy him.
"If it's after you I don't care."
As you watched the two idiots make a scene in front of you while holding Tuk's hand, you couldn't help but laugh at their ridiculous insults. They may not be related by blood but they sure acted like they were. Sometimes it really fascinated you and you couldn't look away from their whining, secretly choosing a side to support.
"Don't you feel hot ?"
Neteyam's voice snapped you out of your analysis, causing you to jump and almost stumble headlong into the sand. Like a deer caught in the headlights, you almost broke your neck as you turned your gaze to his handsome face that was smiling at your nonsenses. It was cute.
"No- I'm fine. I'm really good." you repeated, not knowing what else to say to ease his concerns.
Doubtful, he looked at your getup, skeptical before reaching for the strange top you were wearing that covered your entire upper body.
"I've always seen you in that but never questioned it, since that's what father's friend wears too. But I can't help but think it must be uncomfortable, isn't it?"
"No. I'm used to it. But I'm not used to wearing your clothes. I feel…exposed ?"
Neteyam did not understand what you meant by 'exposed'. Which was quite understandable since he had grown up seeing women and men wearing nothing by your standards. His own clothes, as well as those of all the Na'vis, only covered their private parts. So seeing you show up on a beach in a baggy t-shirt and cargo pants that looked way too big for you was one of the reasons why Neteyam would never consider you his sister, unlike Tuk. You were just too different.
Shrugging, he did not question your choice of words and continued on his way by your side, sometimes asking you questions such as 'did you sleep well ?' or 'what do you think of this place ?', or interfering in the passionate discussions Tuk was having with you. So, even though the walk was not that long, you had the impression that it lasted only a few seconds. For the second time, in a short period of time, you had talked to your crush and said more than two sentences. Maybe this new place was going to work out for you after all.
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"Look at them, they're worse than babies." 
"Can't even stay three minutes underwater."
No, you were wrong, you were going to hate this place. Eywa, you already hated it. When you arrived on the beach, almost panting from the heat since you were used to the coolness of the lab, the two boys from yesterday and the pretty girl were waiting for you, half sunk into the water. While she had welcomed you warmly, her brother, if you had understood correctly what Lo'ak had told you last night with passionate insults, had only rolled his eyes. You were sure you had heard him mocking the Sully's and were selfishly glad to have gone under the radar. But you couldn't stay invisible for long.
"You ! What are you doing on the shore ?" the boy with the bun had called you in a scathing voice, drawing everyone's attention to you. "You think that you're too good to learn our way ?"
"Ao'nung !" his sister chided him, a frown on her face. Slowly, she swam until she was within reach of you and started a conversation with you, surely trying to make you feel comfortable. "Hi, my name is Tsireya, I'm sorry my brother can be a skxawng sometimes. Why don't you come with us ?"
You blushed and looked at her pretty face, then at her hand that was extended to you, urging you to take it and join her into the water.
Snapping out of your trance, you shook your head at full speed, moving away from the waves that licked the sand beneath your feet. "Maybe later… Thanks."
"Fine. We'll wait, don't worry. If you need help you can call me, I'll be right there."
You blushed again but did not answered. Eywa, she was so nice and pretty. Did you sounded rude ? But from what little you saw, she seemed to be understanding, the opposite of her brother, who you knew was looking at you with a nasty look from where he was standing. You couldn't hear what he was saying, but from his friend's laugh and Lo'ak's look you were sure you did not want to know.
So, from a distance, you watched them practicing diving underwater. They did not move or swim, they just tried to see their current predisposition. Not surprisingly, Lo'ak and Tuk were the first to get their heads out of the water to take a deep breath. Always, when they did so, Lo'ak would turn to you to see if you were still watching them. When he saw you laughing at him, which you always did, he would make faces at you before being called to order, which made you laugh even more.
Sometimes Neteyam would pop his head out of the water. In those moments you felt like you were going to explode because of how hot your face was. But you could blame it on the heat, couldn't you ? On the other hand, you could not look away from the spectacle that was offered to you every time he emerged from the waves. His skin glistening, his eyes shining, his hair dripping with sea water. He really was a sight. Fortunately, he did not see you scrutinizing him like the Nantangs scrutinized their prey. At least you thought so, because Neteyam did notice the way you looked away whenever he caught you looking at him. He did not mind though, he loved the attention…
As for Kiri, you could not help but feel amazed and impressed when she was the last one out of the water. No matter what she did, she always succeeded, whether it was her Ikniyama, something as complicated as healing, and now freediving. Part of you knew you should not feel this way since she was your best friend but you could not help but feel…jealous. She was different from you in so many ways and was proving it once again right here. Even away from home, she seemed to be a genius and learned faster than anyone else. And you could only watch from afar, sitting on the edge of this beach, insecure.
The morning had gone by quite quickly and it was soon enough time to eat. One by one, the Sully came out of the water, soaked, exhausted, out of breath, but above all hungry. Immediately, Lo'ak walked towards you and, sensing the stupidity coming, you got up at full speed, trying to escape the mischievous boy. Nothing on his face gave away his intentions, not even a smile. But you knew. You knew him so well.
Obviously you were not quick enough, because in one swift move Lo'ak had jumped on your back, throwing you both to the ground. And, to your dismay, he was soaked.
"Get off of me moron!" you yelled, trying as best as you could to escape from his wet arms as he took great pleasure in soaking your clothes with sea water.
"Why should we be the only one who are wet huh ?" he said in a defying tone, muffling your protests by putting his hand on your mouth. Unfortunately fro him, you were a quick thinker.
"Ah ! That's disgusting !" he cried out and took his hand away from your mouth at the wet sensation on his palm.
You grinned and laughed out loud, not caring about being soaked anymore. His face was priceless. The kind of 'bitch what the fuck' face. It really was a 'Lo'ak thing' to do. Rolling her eyes at your childish games, Kiri took the matter into her own hands by grabbing her brother tail and pulling on it until he let you go. And all of this under the three Metkayina's eyes. Neteyam was embarrassed. He took his little sister hand and walked away from the scene, acting like he did not know you.
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"Fish."
"Yes, it's the local dietary regime." Neytiri said, putting a big plate in the middle of the circle that you all were forming as you were sitting on the ground. "There's not much meat around here, unless you go in the forest behind the village. But apparently, it's dangerous."
"What can be more dangerous than Palulukan ?" Lo'ak scoffed before eating a piece of fish.
"We're trying to fit in, so just eat your fish and stop complaining." Jake said as he too took a piece of fish from the wooden plate. "Don't make this harder than it already is."
"Yes sir."
Silence reigned for most of the meal, everyone lost in their own thoughts, or simply focusing on their meal. When no one was looking at you, you and Lo'ak exchanged glances full of meaning. After years of being around each other, you had managed to create a language of your own, one that even Kiri found difficult to understand at times. Sometimes it only took a glance for you to understand what the other wanted. It was a habit that you had taken to avoid Lo'ak being reprimanded by his father for having breathed a little too loudly.
Sensing the tension in the atmosphere, Jake cleared his throat and moved awkwardly in his seat, speaking up.
"So… What did you guys do this morning ?"
"We practiced breath-hold diving for as long as we could." Neteyam replied with a nonchalant shrug. He knew the subject was going to be brought up and their father wanted to know about their progress.
"So what ? Are you doing okay ?"
"Yes. Me and Kiri lasted the longest." Neteyam replied without missing a beat, proud of his completions. Obviously, his father had to know about it.
"And Lo'ak also did very well for a first time !" you interjected, hoping to get your friend out of a situation that was already starting to look bad. "It's normal to have some difficulties when trying something new-" your voice got smaller and smaller as Jake looked you in the eyes, surely looking for the lie in your voice. But he couldn't find one, because even though Lo'ak's performance was not as good as his siblings', in your eyes he was doing really well. "…right ?" you squealed, looking down.
"Yes. As long as you're trying. But don't stagnate, tomorrow I want to hear that you made great progresses." he said, pointing his finger at his youngest son, who didn't look up once in his direction. Jake turned his attention to you and asked, "What about you ?"
"She did just fine." Lo'ak interrupted, looking into your eyes as yours widened at his lie. Out of the corner of your eyes you saw Tuk holding back the words that wanted to come out of her mouth while Kiri and Neteyam froze. All the Sully children knew that you had not even approached the water. But they all continued with their meal, deciding that it was better for you to avoid Jake's disappointment. Neteyam and Lo'ak were used to it, Kiri had never been reprimanded, nor Tuk. But they knew that if you, of all people, was reprimanded by Jake, it would mean loud cries and heavy heart for the rest of the day. If they all knew something about you, it was that you were… well, fragile.
Lo'ak gave you an 'I-got-you' look and you slightly nodded back, smiling and resuming eating your fish as Kiri engaged a conversation with her mother about her morning.
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"Gotta go back swimming." Lo'ak complained when his father disappeared behind a Marui, annoyed at the thought of spending time with those weird blue Na'vis again. He could not stand them, even more after he heard them talk about you this morning. They were disgustingly disrespectful, just because your tail was fluffy and your clothes not like theirs. 
"I did not said that to save your ass, you really did good this morning." you said in a soft voice while playfully pushing him with your shoulder.
He pushed you away from him and muttered "You're embarrassing." Since the light was bright around you, you missed the way his freckles started to glow.
"Stop being babygirl material." the English words left your mouth before you could even think about it and you freckles glowed as you stopped in your tracks.
"What the- What does that even mean ?" he said, genuinely curious at the new expression. He was used to some English words and turn of phrase that you used but this one was a new one. He was pretty good at remembering the insults.
"Hum. It's like- I don't how to explain it." you shrugged, going back to walking, Lo'ak following behind you while rolling his eyes.
"If you don't know what that means don't use it."
"I know what that means !" you said, put out, " I just don't know how to explain it..."
"Then don't use it."
"Oh hush."
Soon enough you all arrived on the same beach as this morning and, to your dismay, you were feeling hotter than before. The ambient temperature was making your skin glistening with your sweat and your shirt was almost sticking to your body. You really hated it, here. You really should have stayed with Norm, in the labs, enjoying his company while experimenting on new things. 
"You're coming ?" Kiri asked, side hugging you.
Well, whatever, you were going to be fine. You just needed to make some efforts to fit in. Your gaze wandered over your surroundings, and you saw Neteyam and Tuk diving into the water, Tsireya floating a bit farther away.
Something felt off but you could not pinpoint what it was.
"Hum. Yeah ? I guess than I can try..."
"I got you." Lo'ak said, his hand hovering over your back in case you needed help. He could tell that you were not feeling comfortable and that for some reasons you did not wanted to go in the water. But it was fine, he was just behind you, it would not let you get hurt on uncomfortable.
"As always." you chuckled nervously, trying to ease the wariness inside of your head that was preventing you from stepping into the water. "Don't let me drown. Hold me tight."
"It will depend on you."
"Ahah you're so funny."
"Come on we don't have all day !" Tuk complained, unhappy that she could not yet have fun in the water because of how slow you were.
Why would you do this to yourself when you could just sit quietly on the beach while watching them swim and have fun ?
"Come on crybaby." Lo'ak rolled his eyes, trying to push you further into the water. But you planted your feet on the sand, resisting and not budging. Frowning at your resistance, he tried another way. Encircling your hips with his arms, he carried you in order to walk further into the water. You squealed and tried to resist, immediately clinging to him once you realized that him letting you go would mean that you would end up in the cold water.
"Don't you dare putting me down or walking further into the water ! My tail is sensitive, more than yours, it's very cold." you said, putting the emphasis on 'very'. And it was true. Despite not knowing were you came from, you still knew quite some things about your body. And one thing that you learn quick enough was that your tail was really sensitive. As if each hair on it was just some kind of ultra sensitive sensor. 
"No my tail is sensitive." You heard someone make fun of you and the minute after your body and your head were immersed into the water, your clothes and your tail soaked. As if that was not enough, since you were holding into Lo'ak's neck, said boy fell on top of you, crushing you under his weight in the short time he had been off balance. Your mouth opened in shock and you swallowed water, coughing up bubbles. Before you could panic unnecessarily since you could still touch the bottom, Lo'ak pulled you to the surface.
You coughed and spat out the water that had entered your lungs, not feeling as hot as you did before. As you caught your breath, slumped against your friend's chest, you heard laughter a few feet away. Now you knew what was off. Tsireya's brother and his friend were not here when you arrived. They were missing. And now you understood why.
"Look at their faces !"
"Whoops, my bad. You do not belong in the water, children of the forest, especially you, human-freak."
You did not look up, your eyes round and your breath short, still shocked by what had just transpired. You felt like you were making a big deal out of nothing, but you could not just ignore what had just happened since your mind and thoughts were too messy. Being pushed into the water had affected you, sure, but what had caused you to be so shaken up was the violence of the actions and words you had just been victims of. Did they hate you that much ?
"I'm going to fucking kill them…" you heard Lo'ak mutter. He tightened his grip on your waist before pulling your body away from his, gently handling you to his sister whose mouth was wide open, shocked by the events. Striding in their direction, he pushed Ao'nung violently once he was within arms reach. "What's your fucking problem ?!"
Before the situation could get any worse, Neteyam, who had been watching from afar what had just happened, swam as quickly as possible to hold back his brother. "Lo'ak ! Stop it !"
"No ! I'm not stopping anything, you saw what he did to us-"
"It's fine !" Neteyam grabbed his brother's shoulder, dragging him away from the boys who were making fun of you just before his eyes. Lo'ak, in disbelief, quickly turned around to look at his brother, ready to protest, but he was interrupted once again.
"Look, nobody's hurt. There's no need to make a big deal out of it. Just...let it slide okay ?"
Now Lo'ak was shocked by his brother's reaction. It's true that he did not return your feelings and had no reason to defend you, but it was more than that. It was a matter of pride. Did he not even consider you a friend ? Or even his siblings' best friend ?
"You're kidding me right ?"
"..."
"Wow, you reached a whole new level of dickhead. And you're supposed to watch over us ? Don't make me laugh."
Lo'ak swam back to you, guiding your shivering form to the shore with Kiri's help. And as if the whole afternoon was not bad enough, Jake and the chief of the village showed up on the beach,  probably to examine the progress you had made. You could not fight here, in front of the chief of the Metkayina's but above all in front of Jake. And Ao'nung definitely knew that because he was laughing out loud at Lo'ak's face, acting like you all were good friends.
"Everything's good here ?" Jake asked, looking between the three of you and the others in the water.
"Yes." Ao'nung answered, smiling big.
"Such a sxkawng..."
"Lo'ak !" Jake yelled, having clearly heard Lo'ak's insult. "Behave and go back to training."
She looked at you, worried, not knowing if she should return to you to help you or give in to her father's wishes.
Lo'ak rolled his eyes and stayed on the beach next to you as Kiri was slowly going back into the water. She looked at you, worried, not knowing if she should return to you to help you or give in to her father's wishes. You nodded in order to reassure her, silently telling her that you were going to be fine. Unfortunately, you knew that you could not just stand on the beach when Jake was standing a few feet away from you. Especially not after lying to him during lunch break.
"Don't do it if you don't want to..." your friend whispered to you, trying to be discreet enough to not be heard by his father.
"I don't have any choice, he's watching us." you whispered back, frowning as you made your way towards the sea, watching fearfully the water submerge your body little by little. You almost lost your balance when your tail, who got heavier due to the water, sank into the wave. It wasn't like the Omatikayan's or Metkayinan's tails. Yours was obviously not fitting into the water. At least the Sully's tail was slender. But yours was heavy. You were not used to feel that amount of heaviness on your back.
"Don't worry, I got you." Fortunately, Lo'ak prevented you from falling - once again, by holding your waist, trying to make you stand up straight. At least in front of his father. He did not wanted you to be reprimanded by him, it would suck. 
"Great. Good work, see you tonight." Jake nodded, satisfied, and left after Tonowari, leaving you all silent into the water. You carefully in Lo'ak's waited until As soon as he was out of sight, you hurried up to the shore, tripping, head low, embarrassed upon hearing the mocking laughter of the two Metkayina's boys.
You really hated this place.
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Your tail took hours to dry. You tried to absorb the water with a weird towel that Tsireya, the nice sister, gave you, but it only helped a little. Because when it dried, oh Eywa, you wanted to cry. Your once beautiful shaggy and soft tail that you took care of was full of knots, everywhere. 
And now you were really crying. Neytiri and Kiri was trying to remove the knots with wooden brushes and comb and it hurt. It hurt like hell. While you were just suffering, Lo'ak was kind enough to turn his head away from you when the need to laugh was too strong, but overall he was just looking at you with a blank a face. You knew for a fact that he was thinking about how he could get back to them. A 'Lo'ak thing' to do. Or maybe he was just trying to show some sympathy - which he obviously could not do.
While looking at him, a weird feeling suddenly flooded your body. You felt...hot. Strangely, you had the impression that you could still feel the lingering sensation of his body against yours. His breath on the top of your head and his warm, comforting embrace. When did he become so muscular, so 'adult looking' ? Eywa, he was your friend. You best friend. Just a friend. You shook your head and slapped your cheeks to get your mind out of the gutter. But the Kiri and her mother could tell that something was troubling you sine your tail was wagging between their hands, preventing them from helping you out with it.
As you were still crying your eyes out, overwhelmed, whining whenever Lo'ak was humming 'crybaby', Neteyam walked inside the Marui. He scanned the room with his eyes, his gaze landing on your glowing freckles and glistening face. Smiling, he made his way toward you, but was quickly stopped by a hand on his shoulder, gripping him firmly and preventing him from going further.
"We need to talk." 
You all stopped what you were doing to look at the duo in the middle of the room, sensing the air get tense. The look on Lo'ak's face did not bode well. Or maybe it was just his 'bitch resting face'. In any case, Neteyam seemed just as surprised as you and simply looked at him, silently questioning his intentions. But Lo'ak did not answered nor budge, he only tightened his grip around his brother's shoulder and insisted, narrowing his eyes.
"Right now."
Lo'ak did not wait for his brother's response and dragged him out of the tent by force, leaving you, girls, wondering about what just happened. Neytiri was used to them going away to discuss 'private' things.
"Boys." Kiri huffed, resuming her previous actions by carefully stroking your wiggling tail. You yelped as Neytiri simply shrugged at the boys antics, going back to brushing your tail, trying to untangle a particularly strong knot.
"Stay put."
Oh Eywa, you were going to spend your night here, tortured by their unmerciful hands.
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"I think that I already told you to go and talk to her." Lo'ak said to his brother once they were far enough from the Marui, frowning, angry.
"About what ? Are you getting worked up because of what happened this afternoon ?"
"I don't give a fuck about what happened this afternoon. Just wait and see. I'm talking about her feelings for you. You think that just because we moved you can start to talk to her, acting like a charming prince ? Do you have feelings for her ? Do you even consider her like a friend ?"
HIssing, Neteyam shoved his brother's shoulder, pushing him away from him. He did not look happy; his ears were pinned to his head and he was baring his teeth, a low growl emitting from his chest.
"Don't tell me what to do."
"Oh so you're angry at me when I'm speaking the truth but don't react when those sxkawng basically attack us ?"
"I'm trying to protect you ! I'm supposed to watch over you, not her !" Neteyam hissed again, shoving his brother's chest with his finger at every words he said. "You can't go and fight for a girl when we are supposed to fit in and not cause any troubles !"
"A girl ? Huh, a girl." Lo'ak shook his head, obviously disappointed with his brother before nodding, shrugging his shoulders and taking a few steps back, hands in the air, as if giving up. His expression darkened and it was his turn to poke his brothers chest with his finger. "If I see you smile at her, laugh with her, let her think that something's possible between you two, I'm going to punch you in the face. I don't care that you are my brother, or a mighty warrior, I don't care if afterward you beat me to pulp or if mom and dad reprimand me. Stay. Away. From her."
Neteyam ran his hand through his hair and laughed, incredulous and annoyed at his little brother's ridiculous behavior. He could not wrap his head around the idea that his brother was willing to fight with him over some enamored girl who could not see that he was obviously not interested in her. "Just for a girl ?"
"That girl spent more time with me than you did. She protected me physically and verbally more than you did. So yeah, I would do that for a girl."
As Neteyam was, out of pure rage, about to tell Lo'ak what he really thought about you, tell him things which would definitely broke your heart if you heard them and start a fight between him and his brother, a voice interrupted them.
"Boys ? What's going on." 
They kept silent, only looking at each other with their ears still pinned to their heads, their eyes shining with unsaid things. Lo'ak was the first one to step back. "Nothing sir." He respectfully greeted his father and headed back to their Marui.
"Neteyam ?"
"Nothing... How was your day ?" 
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The eclipse had darkened the sky for a while now and the whole village was asleep, the light of the torches extinguished by the strong night winds coming right from the ocean. Looking around you and once you were sure that everyone was asleep, you got up and got out of the bed, being careful not to wake Kiri. Tiptoeing out of the Marui, bouncing on the net under your feet and laughing softly, you headed for the beach.
You could not continue to be a burden to the family that had taken you in and brought you with them. Tonight, despite the reassuring words of Kiri and Tuk, you could not even look at Jake in the eyes, let alone in his direction. You were so ashamed that you had to continue lying when you did not even dare to step into the water since your mishap. Not to mention the fact that your crush had seen the whole thing unfold. He had seen you come out of the water soaked to the skin, with your tail between your legs. You must have looked pathetic. But you were determined to change. So you thought that, maybe, you could start by desensitizing your tail to the coldness of the water and try to find your balance, even when it seemed to have doubled in weight.
Once on the beach, you walked with long, determined strides toward the waves that stretched across the sand before stopping at a reasonable distance.
"You can do it."
Taking a deep breath, you slowly approached the water, putting both feet in and trying to dip the tip of your tail. But instead you jumped and took two steps back. The water was freezing. Even more so than during the day.
"It's fine. It's gonna help."
You stepped forward again, ignoring the tremor in your hands and the sweat that was starting to run down your back.
You can't do it. 
"I can do it."
Your thoughts were no longer clear and, even if you tried, you could not ignore that voice in your head. The world seemed to be spinning around you and a vice was compressing your chest, preventing you from breathing properly.
You can't do it.
"I- I can't do it." you stuttered, stumbling back and falling on the cold sand. Clenching your fist around the rough little minerals, you tried to clear your mind and make the void inside your head.
What a sight, you were pitiful. Every time you tried something new you would fail, destroy, deceive. No wonder Neteyam would never like you. You could not even step into the water. Intrusive thoughts were running in your head, making you feel like you were just incompetent. You were failing to see the beauty around you. The glowing fish and shining stars, bioluminescent flowers and corals. You were selfish, pessimist, close-minded, useless, weren't you ?
It was not unusual for you to feel like this. Like you were not in control of your own body, like someone was just talking inside your head and make fun of your failures. It started when you were young. You would hide under the desk in the labs or at the Avatar's sleeping quarters, breathing heavily and crying. But every time, he was there for you. He was holding your hand, hugging your side.
"Breath in, breath out."
The memory of Spider was as clear as the water in front of you. HIs laugh, is smile, his weird habits and clothes. Spider. Spider. Brother.
But no one was here to hold you or tell you sweet words. Not anymore. You were supported by your friends and yet, you still felt like you were alone. Fighting your demons alone, in your head. Just like you were on this beach. Without anyone around you. No sound, no warmth. 
You tried, you really tried. Maybe not hard enough. But you knew that tonight, once again, you would fall asleep with a burning sensation in your eyes and an excruciating headache. You would wake up, the next day, smiley, pretending like nothing ever happened. Like you were not drowning in self-pity every night, getting closer to a bottomless abyss.
"Eywa, please, protect him."
Your Ikran landed just before you, nudging you, gently demanding you to stroke him. You smiled through your tears and hugged him, bathing in his warmth. He, at least, was not going to give up on you. He would stay by your side, forever.
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palettepainter · 8 months
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Have some Clifford x Zee headcannons, chatting about their dynamic with @jjsesame is really starting to win me over on them being a couple!~
-Zee more so then Clifford likes to keep people guessing, so keeping their relationship a secret is all like a fun game to her. She's not against people finding out if they do, but seeing people trying to figure her out is entertaining. The two will exchange really quick kisses when no body is looking, Clifford's hand will be on her hip and hers on his, they'll hug for a few seconds longer then they do with others. If anyone ever asks Zee will wink mysteriously and say "A lady doesn't kiss and tell~"
-Zee likes to "walk" her fingers along Clifford's shoulders when she's feeling playful, and always delights in the way he'll straighten up for a few seconds before he relaxes.
-Clifford in turn when he wants to surprise her will blow on her ear or whisper something to startle her. Clifford can be surprisingly sneaky when he wants to be
-Based off clips from Muppets Tonight I think Clifford would be the one that's more likely to get jealous. Whenever Zee is being flirted with by someone else Zee is nothing but polite smiles, he knows Zee is an adult and he knows she's faithful, but he can't help it sometimes. His go to method for dealing with this is to sidle right up next to Zee and put a hand on her hip while addressing her as baby as he greets her. Zee will only tease him a little once they're behind closed doors, but assures him he's the only one for her
-While it's rare, Zee can also get jealous sometimes. With her having a teacher career alongside her singing and dancing she has a load of patience and resting calm face, so it take's quite a bit before she's actually bothered by something. However Clifford does work in show business and does occasionally get flirty comments from others that Zee isn't okay with. Her go to method is to hug Clifford from behind without saying a word and resting her head on the back of his shoulder, humming. Since her getting jealous is a rarity Clifford often likes to tease her when it's just the two of them alone, Zee will calmly remind Clifford that she's just showing people he's off the market
-They dress the fuck up for dates. Clifford is a fashion icon with all his suits and fancy décor, and Zee loves her fashion just as much. The two sometimes spend entire dates just going shopping for new outfits, sometimes they'll shop for each others outfits
-Speaking off clothes Zephyr is a shameless clothes theif. If Zee ever stays round at Clifford's she loves to nick his clothes, mostly cuz he's taller then her so his clothes are baggy and comfortable to wear. I imagine Clifford was caught off guard by this at first but now he loves seeing Zee wear his stuff. It's domestic and sweet and he'll sometimes even leave a spare shirt out for her if she wants it
-After Muppets Tonight I like to think Clifford went into a modelling career and occasional helps on the show with presenting/anything to do with the band. When Zephyr isn't booked out preforming on shows or at local pubs she's teaching, which means her and Clifford often text during the day. Despite being a teacher and generally the most level headed out of Zoot's cousins Zephyr likes to use emojis a lot when she's messaging him. Clifford doesn't use them as much but he'll include a heart sometimes
-Zee's favourite thing to flirt with Clifford is twirl his moustache around her finger
-They like karaoke dates, Zee is an excellent singer and dancer thanks to her career and Clifford has a very smooth voice which is perfect for karaoke date nights! They often order alcohol, and since Zee isn't a big drinker Clifford is often the one to end up tipsy or just full blown drunk. He's a very goofy, clumsy drunk, and Zee finds him rather adorable in this state (when Zee gets drunks she's sort of the same but less clumsy and more clingy, she uses more dumb, corny flirts when drunk)
-When they're cuddled together on Clifford's sofa they have their go to positions for cuddling: Clifford can get stressed from work sometimes, and when this happens he likes to lay ontop of Zee while she runs her fingers through his dreads. If he's not as stressed he'll lay behind Zee and she'll have her back to his chest.
-Clifford likes to call Zephry baby, Zee and babe. Zephyr likes to call Clifford honey, babe and boo
-Not really Clifford related but I think it'd be sweet if Janice was one of the few who knew about Clifford and Zee being together. The two often gossip about Clifford and Floyd respectively and their impressive moustaches
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mutatiio · 4 months
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How do your muses sleep?
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maul grew up essentially sleeping on the ground. he had a thin sleep mat, but nothing else. he finds luxurious beds pathetic - thinks people who sleep in them are pampered and weak. he'll typically refuse a bed when offered and opts to sleep somewhere high up, where he can curl into himself or on the floor, usually sitting upright. he prefers to have his back against the wall so that he can see anything that might come at him. he doesn't sleep often. years of torturous tests and training that required him to stay awake and alert for days. and then years on lotho minor, unable to sleep due to rats chewing on his flesh.
he often stays awake for extended periods of time, his paranoia getting worse and worse with each passing day, making it more difficult to sleep. his rage is always overwhelming, but more when he's been up for days.
after lotho minor he tends to get very cold. sometimes he feels as though the coldness of the isolation planet seeped into his bones - that there's nothing he can do to rid himself of it. still, he refuses blankets. he's so smart but so incredible stupid. but this is also why when he's with a partner (and he's trusting enough to let them) he's the little spoon. needs to steal all of their warmth.
sleeps fully clothed.
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anakin can survive days without sleep, but once his head hits a pillow he'll be out for so many hours.
he doesn't like sleeping alone. on tatooine, during the really cold nights, he and shmi would cuddle up together to keep each other warm. shmi would press her forehead to anakin's and they'd fall asleep like that.
when anakin is taken to the temple, he finds it difficult to sleep alone in his room. soooo... he finds his way to obi-wan's room. he would sneak as best he could. when successful, he'd sleep on the ground near him. when he wasn't, obi-wan would move over and let him use part of the bed. still, he would be restless. obi-wan discovered (one time while anakin was sick) that sleep would come quite quickly when he placed his hand on anakin's forehead. so that's his tactic and it pretty much always works.
anakin has nightmares which tend to wake him, leaving him too spooked to rest again. during these times, anakin typically gets up and works on something (a droid or a speeder). while he was a padawan, he often snuck out of the temple to rummage around lower coruscant - trying to find parts he might need. he would barely sleep those nights, but he'd never be late for a mission should he be called to one early the next day.
during t.cw, time is a luxury. anakin doesn't get much time to sleep. but sometimes he's been seen to just curl up near or on obi-wan and pass out (very tall man can curl up and make himself so small when he wants to).
and when sleeping with a partner, he likes to put his cold hands on their stomach. he doesn't really care whether he's the small or big spoon, he just wants to be touching in any sort of way.
used to sleep with a baggy top and some sort of,, sw joggers. now just sleeps with the joggers.
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bode could sleep so well if god would only allow it. typically, he's sleeping while being transported to some sort of job. uses his arm as a pillow, leaned against a wall or a desk. it's lots of acky necks and sore backs for poor bode. he'll sleep anywhere - more from necessity than desire.
real dad sleeping though. when the situation permits it, he will pass out with his head stretched back over the seat, hand on his stomach, the loudest snores.
he sleeps best when kata is near, when he knows she's safe.
he does suffer from nightmares after order 66, after tayala. when he's woken from them, he tries to get back to sleep (knows he might not get another chance to rest for awhile). when the attempt isn't successful, he'll get up and record a message for kata or flick through any files he has left of tayala.
when with a partner, he is typically the big spoon. ends up away from them during the night, flat on his back.
usually sleeps in his boxers only.
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dryden sleeps beautifully. he's extremely well rested. sleeps on a plush bed with his silk sheets that are changed every single day. he's easily roused, but he can sleep a full eight hours without interruptions most nights. he doesn't shift much in his sleep and doesn't curl in on himself. honestly, if you didn't know better, he would probably look like he's dead.
when with a partner, which is incredible rare because he doesn't allow people to sleep in his bed, he's not very touchy.
he's probably got some disgustingly fashionable pyjamas. silk. a long, flowy robe.
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rygfinne · 2 years
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@rove-bogge
He had uttered he couldn't swim a bit to loudly as he was stood in some swimming trucks shivering on the pool side. His toes curling as he stared at the water. Without his usual baggy clothes he looks skinny and small stitch markings running down his arms and from his hips to his ankles. 
"I...I don't need to know how to swim..." He said looking at the other god it should be illegal to be that tall....or long... Those sharp teeth made him nervous as he shuddered looking down at the water again. He backed up again. 
"Yeah no I'm good I'm sure if I end up in a situation where I end up in deep water that is life telling me to rage quit." He stuttered much like his housewarden. He was about to turn back when a ball collide with his face at force knocking him back with a mighty splash. 
He inhaled water in shock scrambling onto anything he could to not drown inadvertently swallowing more water. Soon Jade would likely find a soaking wet Rove clinging to his torso shaking like a tiny puppy legs in a vice grip around him whimpering. "G-get me out I don't need to be shown anymore!" He spluttered coughing up water.
The school’s olympic-sized pool was certainly no ocean, but when the ocean wasn’t within reach, it was the next best thing. On days when the crowd was thin or nonexistent, its waters would offer temporary respite to a creature from the deep - sometimes two. But like a shoe that was somehow both too big and too small, it never did fit quite right, and often the only pleasure Jade got from it came from encounters like this one. The way the other student trembled as if the water was any deeper than a few feet, yet insisted that he had no need of the gift Jade was offering him. How truly dull life must be without the ability to indulge in even this simply joy, thought the eel.
Whether by fate or something else, a wayward beach ball made Rove’s decision for him. Jade ducked beneath the water to avoid the worst of the splash, but the other student’s thrashing churned it so that he could hardly see through it. Then those thin, clumsy limbs wrapped themselves blindly around him and laughter bubbled from his gills. How pitiful this was, and equally fascinating. He wanted to wait and watch how long it would take before Rove would flail those clumsy limbs again to try to reach for air on his own, to assess the limits of a human - newborn in the water - holding its breath. But the students of Octavinelle were nothing if not benevolent, so Jade broke the surface for him so that he wouldn’t drown on his own terror. He stayed well away from the walls of the pool, however.
Still the landwalker insisted that he didn’t need to swim. Jade’s teeth flashed behind his smile.
“If you’re certain about that, then surely you don’t need my help to get out either. The ladder--” which was about three feet away “--isn’t that far.”
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rainteez02 · 2 years
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when the party's over.
pairing: female!reader x best friend!san
genre: angst, fluff, best friends to lovers
warnings: consumption of alcohol, drunk behaviour (be safe everyone), jealousy, wreckless driving?
word count: 1.9k+
summary: You love San. More than he knows, so when he tells you he's going out with someone the night you were meant to hang out things go a little chaotically.
writer comments: I love San so much and this was totally self-indulgent. I hope you like it! It is also kind of unedited.
In no way do I claim to know or believe that any of the Ateez members act this way. All the names used besides Ateez are from my imagination.
This writing is property of the author, please do not translate or reuse or take credit for my work.
There he sat, beautiful as always. Cropped hair quickly growing out under his beanie, baggie clothes hanging loosely off his well-defined frame. Your best friend Choi San was a vision to behold.
You love him.
That was a problem.
A very big problem.
He was completely oblivious to your feelings, and sometimes it was a good thing. The staring and smiling you did in his direction not helping your case. But you couldn't seem to stop. Not when he looked so effortlessly perfect.
"What are you looking at munchkin?" He asked, snapping you out of your daze and back to reality. The reality in which you've been staring at San for at least five minutes straight.
"Just your ugly hat." You retorted, a smug look crossing your face when he pouted and covered his hat with both his hands. How much you've dreamed of holding his hands.
"How dare you. This is one of my favourite ones. You're just jealous because you look like a dork with a hat on." He said, smiling at his own comeback before patting the spot next to him and continuing his pastime of flipping through Netflix previews.
Without a second thought, you plopped next to him, smiling, and leaning back into the plush material of the couch in his apartment, eyes closing as you got comfortable, the place feeling like your own.
"Hey, uh y/n could we maybe... reschedule for tomorrow night? I have a thing." San said suddenly, your eyes slowly opening as you eye him from your spot.
"What kind of thing? You know a 'thing' isn't going to be a good enough reason to cancel our game night." You answered, fingers coming up to make air quotations around his lack of reason.
It was well known amongst everyone who knew you two, that every second Saturday of the month was game night. Others were allowed to join, but you and San had to be there every time. It just felt right, and after years of friendship, the tradition was never dropped. Unless there was an emergency. You doubted that this was one of those times.
San scratched the back of his neck awkwardly while avoiding eye contact with you. This didn't work for you as you gave him a stern look and soon, he crumbled. A sigh left his mouth as he pouted and turned to stare at the screen once again, "I'm going on a date... well kind of. Remember the girl that works at our favourite coffee shop? She asked me out and I don't know. She was nice. So why not." He said, his explanation rushed, and eyes blown wide as he gauged your reaction.
While he was nervous, you were furious. Not because he was missing your game night. Bust because he was missing it for a date. A date that wasn't with you.
It couldn't really be happening.
No, please no.
"So... you want to ditch me? Your... best friend... for a date with someone you barely know?" You asked, voice harsher than you intended it to sound.
Immediately your best friend turned red, his arms crossing over his chest as he huffed in response to your words. "So what? You go out with people all the time. There's nothing wrong with me wanting to date someone. It's been a while." He snapped at you.
" San are you serious? You barely know her! All I'm asking is if you’re serious about this. If you're not going to regret going out and want to come back to my place later." You quickly challenged.
"Why would I want to do that? Not everything is about you! You don't have to be part of everything in my life!" He yelled, his voice loud and harsh as the words stabbed you right where he had no idea they would.
You love him, and he doesn't care that you want him around.
Holding back the tears at the back of your eyes, you slowly stand, making your way to the armchair by the door, not looking back.
"Where are you going y/n? I'm not done talking about this." He growled out, causing you to finally turn, the disgust on his face dropping when he saw the tears that loomed behind your eyes.
"You're not done, but I am. Have a good time on your date Choi San."
And with that, you closed the door behind you and made your way home, ignoring your phone ringing in your pocket.
...
Saturday night came slowly. San had come to your apartment in that time, pounding on the door and unlocking it with his key to try and talk to you, but it only led to a long visit to your bathroom as you locked yourself inside until he gave up and left, promising to make it up to you somehow.
You just laid in your bed with unshed tears in your eyes, the anger much more potent to your mood. He promised to make it up to you and yet he was nowhere to be found. Probably off with his date, frolicking around the streets or at a fancy restaurant neither of them nor you could afford.
Lovely.
Rolling over, you checked the clock the time reading 10:46pm, and you sat up with a huff. If he was going to have fun, you would too. You deserved fun. Pulling out your phone, you called your friend and resident party girl Sooyoung who was of course already at a party.
One quick conversation later and you ended the call with an address and a plan.
This plan being to get severely drunk.
Within the hour, you were dressed to impress, hair in a ponytail on your head, a blood-red bodysuit defining your curves tucked into a black pair of ripped jeans. Topped off with a leather jacket and your signature ankle high-heel boots. Makeup done and purse situated over your shoulder you left your apartment with your head held high, climbing into a cab that drove away in the direction of a house party.
Twenty minutes passed in a flash and soon you were climbing out of the cab and through the doors of a two-story family home in search of Sooyoung. People were crammed together in every common room in the house, floor covered in cheap beer, several people dancing provacatively in the centre of a makeshift dance floor, and a few amateuar bar tenders littered your surroundings as you searched for the person you intened to stick near te entire night.
The search was cut short when the devil herself wrapped her arms around fyou from behind, her body draping over yours as she dragged you towards the kitchen.
"Heyyyyyyyy! We g-gotta get you hammerrreddddd!" She slurred, her voice excited and eyes crescents as she pulled a bottle off the counter, cracking it open and flling a cup she found seeming out of nowhere, pushing it into your hands.
"D-drink!" She said happily as she chugged her own solo cup filled of liquour.
Shrugging and laughing at your friend's antics you almost forgot about San's date as you downed your first of many drinks for the night.
...
A few short hours late, and the plan was an absolute success. However, it turned out to be a poorly executed one. Both you and Sooyoung were drunk beyond recognition and without supervision you had gotten into some interesting things. For Sooyoung, it was someone pressing her to a wall and leading her up the stairs of the house, and for you it was a phone call.
To San.
The ringing on the phone would have made you anxious as your sober, rational self but this was gone with the plethora of alcohol you had gotten your hands on, and so at the ripe hour of 3am this was your only want.
“...H-hello?" You heard on the other end, San had clearly been sleeping but once again, your drunk self didn't care for a second, squealing upon hearing his voice.
"S-sannie! Hiiiiii... ouch that hurt my voice... okay uhhh I miss you. I know you said you l-like uhhhh that waitress girl, but I like... no! Uh no no, I love you... A-and I wanted to... yeah! Anyway, how was your da-ate did you g-go anywhere fun?"
San laughed softly over the phone and knowing what you’re capable of drunk he rolled out of bed and started to collect himself to get you.
"Where are you munchkin? What's the address? I'm going to come get you." He said making you shriek as you head the sound of his car door closing through the phone.
At the speed of light, you sent him the address to the house and sat out on the front lawn waiting for him to pull up.
...
San had sped all the way to the house. When he pulled into the driveway, he parked and raced out of the car so quickly that he almost forgot to put it in park.
You had watched this with nothing but giggles in content leaving you as he ran towards you and zipped your leather jacket to the top of your neck before pulling you along with him to the car.
"Sannie, sannie, sannie, sannie!" You shrieked at him, whining when he put you in the car and closed the door.
He made his way around the front and got in, turning to you only once you were both buckled in.
"Yes munchkin?"
" I want food!" You whined causing him to roll his eyes at you and poke your cheek as he backed up and headed towards his apartment. " One McDonald's run coming up"
...
With food in your system after a horribly complicated McDonald's order involving buffalo sauce and the lack of hashbrowns at 3:57 in the morning, you stumbled through the door of San's apartment and onto his couch while he did his best to shield you from injury.
"How did you even get this drunk? You're supposed to be the responsible one." He grumbled, covering you with a blanket, eyes going wide when you thrust a fry into his face.
"I will have you know that I am responsible! You're just a meanie!" You whined at him, face turning red when he ate the fry still pointed in his face.
"And how's that munchkin?" He asked with a laugh, gently pulling off your shoes and placing them by the door.
"You don't love me. You're interested in that waitress girl, or coffee shop or whatever!"
Slowly, he turned around to face you, his smile wide enough to show his dimples that you adored. "Who said I don't love you? Of course, I do." He said softly, squatting next to you before moving to pick you up and guide you through the hallway to his bedroom. His built arms flexing slightly at the exertion.
God he's so strong.
"I know you do, but not the way I want!!!" You continued through your gawking, the pout on your face never leaving as San continued to become more and more amused at your antics.
"Yes, I do munchkin. You're so silly sometimes. I went out on that date to see if you would be upset or not. I love you" He whispered softly, tucking you under the covers in his bed with a happy, tired smile.
Eyes wide, you gripped his hand tightly and raised your eyebrows, "Really?"
"Always have munchkin, now move over. You have to share." He said softly, nudging you to which you moved immediately towards the far side of the bed.
Climbing into the bed, San smiled at you, pulling you closer by the waist and gently lifting your chin. Eyes shining, he leaned in and placed his lips against yours. A soft delicate kiss shared between you.
Maybe your love for him wasn't a problem after all.
All it took was a waitress, a bottle of liquor and a drunk confession.
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sukirichi · 3 years
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— hands to myself (nanami kento x reader)
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pov: you miss nanami too much that you can’t keep your hands to yourself
content/warnings: nsfw, voyeurism, masturbation, spanking, multiple orgasms, daddy kink, sugar daddy nanami, unedited fic
inspo: hands to myself by selena gomez
note: i can’t get sugar daddy nanami out of my head my brain goes brr brr PLEASE SEND ME THIRSTY ASKS ABOUT NANAMI 
@unabashednightmarepizza​ and @noritoshiikamo​ asdgjkl here we goooo i guess 
masterlist !
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the penthouse felt so lonely without nanami.
he’s been working so hard, staying overtime and coming home just as you’re already buried in the sheets. nanami would slither in as quietly as he could, not wanting to disturb the peaceful slumber of his baby girl, but what he doesn’t know is that you don’t mind waking up, just to see and feel him before he leaves for work again the next morning.
right before the sun rises, nanami’s already left. in your dazed state, you’re sure you felt him kissing your forehead before the doors close with a soft click, leaving you alone all over again.
you know he doesn’t mean it, you know he doesn’t want to leave you – but nanami is a hero and he has a duty to the people of this world to exorcise curses to bring a safer environment for everyone. truly, you admire him for this, sometimes a little too much that you might even fall in love with the rigid and stoic man who doesn’t smile.
still, you can’t help but to miss him.
ever since you became his baby girl, life has been easy. even though nanami wasn’t around all the time, he made it up by leaving his credit card to you, assuring you that you were free to get what you wanted. out of boredom, you’d go to the upstate and use his car to drive around the hills, arms heavy with shopping bags.
you’re not selfish, of course, you always make sure to bring him a little gift too. whether it came in the form of buying a new necktie for him – which he always wore to work proudly – or donning your body in lacy, white lingerie that has nanami losing control and worshipping your body until you’re screaming his name with a dried throat, you never forget to leave a little something for him.
sometimes you wish you could tell him you don’t really want the money. you’re thankful he’s more than generous to help you pay for college fees in return of you being his sweet baby girl, but you don’t need the Gucci or prada if he’s not going to be around.
you wanted nanami more than anything else, missed him more than anyone else.
your room feels so empty without him. his scent still lingers in your sheets because he’d rather sleep with you than stay in his own room, only using said room for showering and getting ready for work.
a lightbulb shines above your head. throwing your iphone to the side, you run to his room and open the cabinets one by one. nanami was as organized with his surroundings as he was with himself. his closet is an impressive collection of dark blue button-ups, nude slacks, and his iconic nude suit jacket. they’re all of the same brand and size, and you laugh because only nanami would buy the same thing over and over again.
at the end though, your gaze lands on a rare collection of white button ups, neckties neatly rolled and tucked at the glossy marbled drawers in front of the closet. already, you feel your heartbeat picking up as your hands touched the soft cotton material, nose slowly rubbing and burying into his shirt.
it even smells like him.
your movements are swift. previous shirt discarded on the floor, your arms loop inside the sleeves, tying up just until the undersides of your breasts before you pick out your favourite tie for him, a satin black one that always made him look delectable for dinner parties.
nanami rarely wore those, but when he did, he knew you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands to yourself. the last time he brought you with him for a birthday ball of his friend, nanami wore this exact black tie paired with the traditional fitted, three piece suit. you remember how needy you were for him that night, little fists clenched at his dress shirt and nanami lowly scolding you to behave.
but you were so desperate to touch him – how could you not when he was so damn irresistible – that he felt bad for his baby girl. long story short, you and nanami left early for the party, with your pussy bouncing up and down his thick pole while nanami glared at the limousine driver to keep his eyes on the road, large, calloused hands possessively gripping the flesh of your ass.
you missed him so much you might go crazy.
grabbing the nearest bottle of his perfume, you spritz it into the air, leaning forwards so that you’d get his scent all over you. it somehow felt as if you were coating yourself in his name, claiming and branding yourself as his even without him in the vicinity.
that’s how much you wanted him, and you don’t stop rubbing his perfume along the pads of your wrist until you can’t smell yourself anymore. your legs are accentuated by the black suede pumps you strutted around the penthouse with, lips tainted red from the wine he kept in his precious little cellar – which was also a spot in the house you both fucked at during that time nanami wanted to taste you on his lips.
he pushed you next to the glass borders then, spreading your legs open until you’re absolutely bare of him. the memory of nanami burying his warm tongue in you has you rubbing your thighs together, your black lace panties already damp with arousal.
you won’t touch yourself, though. that’s one of the rules nanami placed the moment he agreed to be your sugar daddy: you couldn’t, under any circumstance, touch yourself without his permission.
sighing, you trudged back to his bedroom again and sat your ass on his silver desk, legs swinging below you as you stared out into the night city.
nanami likes his room dark, that even though he’s got a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, he almost never opens it. only the bright light from the opened closet is what illuminates your silhouette as you watch the skyscrapers twinkle from afar, the people bustling on the streets looking like ants from this height. it was perfect – the night looked so beautiful and the ambience so romantic with soft, classical music playing from the AI speakers – but nanami isn’t here.
he wouldn’t come home early either. you could already tell how stressed he’d be because gojo satoru always makes him work overtime.
for now, you just had to enjoy your own presence, replacing nanami’s heat and love with his perfume and clothes. his shirt is absolutely baggy on you, the ends of it falling on top of your thighs. your breasts nearly swells out from the tight cups of your bra and the fat of your thighs clumped underneath the straps of your stockings.
you’ve sighed for what seems like the hundredth time that day. it sounds selfish, but you wished that nanami would come home early and pay attention to you. surely, gojo satoru would be more than fine handling the curses himself for just today.
unable to help it, your head fell back on the transparent glass windows of his room, fingers snaking under his shirt. instinctively, your legs opened, a breathy sigh falling from your glossy red lips as you slipped a finger in. it’s not as big or as thick as nanami’s, and your hands are way too soft compared to the scraping sensation his calloused fingers gave whenever he fingered your pretty little pussy.
it’s nothing compared to what nanami can make you feel, but it should be enough, for now.
your head falls back as your heel lands on his desk, nearly grazing the precious smooth top of his table. you have a feeling nanami is going to punish you once he sees the slight scrapes of your stiletto against it, but who cares? at this point, you’re willing to pull off the stupidest things just to get his attention, just to get him to fuck you.
“nanami,” you moan around the second finger, your other hand spreading your legs open. you’re so horny that you don’t bother taking your panties off anymore, the material flushed with the slick of your own arousal that it’s heavily damp. “daddy, i miss you,” eyes shut tight, you fondle with the sensitive nub of your clit, pumping yourself slowly as you imagine that it’s nanami making you feel good this time.
you know you’re being a bad girl, that you’re being an absolute brat. not only did you break the rule that you’re not allowed to touch yourself exactly after you convinced yourself you wouldn’t, but you’re leaking right at his desk, heels grazing into the smooth material.
if nanami were to see, he wouldn’t forgive you.
he would break you.
if it was a punishment, then why do you enjoy the idea of it? why are you so enticed, so excited, so eager to have your daddy use you like a fucktoy? your lashes flutter against your cheeks, hips bucking into your cupped palm as your belly begins to tighten. “b-break me, daddy, please, nanami-”
“what do you think you’re doing?”
you freeze.
tentatively, you crack an eye open, swallowing audibly when nanami stands at the edge of his door, his glasses already removed. now that his beautiful blue eyes aren’t obscured by anything, you’re met with the intense heat of his gaze, nearly burning like wild fire. you glance down at your fingers buried in your pussy and gulp, pulling them out with a loud shlick. you were so wet at just the thought of him, so stupid to even want to be punished, but now your spine freezes when nanami struts to your way.
his hand tilts your chin up, forcing you to look at him. “i asked you a question,” his low, baritone voice has you clenching around nothing, throat tight out of nervousness. “i said, what do you think you’re doing?”
“i-i’m sorry, daddy,” you duck your head down, lips red and trembling. “i just missed you so much and i got so horny-”
“so you thought it was okay to touch yourself? even after i’ve made it clear i don’t want you doing that?”
“i’m so sorry-”
nanami doesn’t give you a chance to speak before his lips crash into yours, his tongue effortlessly slipping inside to swipe over your teeth. you gasp in his mouth when his large hands cup your ass and haul your weight off the desk, legs wrapped around his waist. nanami slaps it, making the flesh bounce and gripping it tightly with a firm squeeze. you’re pretty sure you’d turn completely red and marked by the end of this, but you don’t care, fuck, you don’t fucking care – nanami’s here and that’s all you care about.
you kiss him back just as eagerly, arms around his neck as he carries you like you weigh nothing. nanami groans when your teeth nibble on his lips, eager and needy hands unbuttoning his shirt. his hard pecs and abs greet you like a present you couldn’t wait to unwrap, and you’re both breathing hard by the time you pull away.
“are those my clothes?” he snaps the strap of your bra under his shirt, eyes narrowed over the way you look terrifyingly small in his shirt. you nod, breasts rising up and down, tempting him to reach over and squeeze it. your back arches at his touch, his ministrations missed and needed. no, you craved it. he’s been gone too long you’re not sure you could take it anymore, and you hiss when nanami buries his sharp nose in the juncture of your neck, the front of his pants damp and coated with your exposed wet cunt. “and you’re wearing my perfume too.”
“y-yes.”
“tell me, baby,” nanami sets you down on your feet. your legs are a little wobbly from the heels and with desire burning in your stomach. he steadies you by placing a hand under your armpit, and you lean forward to kiss him one more time. nanami tsks and shoves you backwards, cheek sliding across the glass. “why did you go to my room without my permission? why did you touch yourself when i told you not to? do you want to be punished?”
your cheek stings from the impact of your skin hitting the glass, but your mind is too clouded with lust you can’t really focus on his words. wiggling your ass to press against his erection, you beg for him, hands looking for the comfort of his skin.
nanami slaps your ass and hand away to shut you up, and you fall forwards with a muffled cry. “answer me when i ask you a question, baby girl. i’m not always going to be this nice.”
“daddy, i-i just missed you so much, i couldn’t help it.”
“you missed me?” you hear his belt unbuckling behind you, your ass perking up in excitement. fuck, you just wanted him to pound into you already. but nanami’s always too patient, always controlled in everything he does, that you’re laying there shaking with your pussy dripping for him. finally, fucking finally, you feel his cock enter you inch by delicious inch, and you moan at the same time nanami groans at burying himself deep within you. “my stupid silly baby can never keep her hands to herself, huh?”
“no, daddy, i want you too much, i just miss you so bad.”
“you do?” he teases, rolling his hips languidly. his pace is so slow and teasing that you’re whining for him to go faster, but nanami only shakes his head. before you could fathom the way nanami’s eyes darken, he leans forward, hitting deeper than he did before. your moans are so breathy that you start fogging up the glass, and nanami rubs your swollen clit before using his hands to squish your cheeks. he forces you to follow his gaze, voice low and almost growling. “if you miss daddy so much, then show it to them. show them how good i’m making you feel. come on, baby girl, i know you can do it. you’ll do it for me won’t you?”
realization dawns you the moment nanami pushes your body further in the glass, your breasts squished and flattened against the cool surface. “d-daddy,” you gasp, tightening around him once you see that the overtime workers from the office parallel to his penthouse are now witnessing the way nanami rams his cock into you like a wild animal. “they’re, ah, watching.”
“i know, baby, i know,” nanami loosens his necktie around your neck, snatching it and tying it around your wrists instead. “let these people know you’re mine – that you’re my baby girl and no one else’s okay?”
hands bound behind your back and nanami’s thick cock thrusting roughly into you, you’re unable to move or even think straight. you just nod mindlessly as nanami keeps fucking into you, hands gently pressing down your throat. his dick keeps rubbing against your most sensitive spots and you’re shaking underneath him, your arousal heightened when you saw several of the office workers have already pulled out their cocks and stroked it at the sight of you dripping onto nanami’s black marble floors.
nanami doesn’t stop praising on how much you’re a good girl for him. now that his cock is buried within you, he’s already forgotten that you’ve broken his precious rule.
you don’t complain, though. how could you when he has you screaming his name, your makeup and sweat leaving a figure the shape of body plastered on his glass walls? you’re sure his housekeeper is going to be so angry at the both of you for leaving cum stains everywhere, but you and nanami have forgotten all about it.
it seems he misses you just as much because nanami doesn’t stop fucking you until you’re full of his cum, breasts swollen and aching from being pressed into the wall for so long.
an hour passed – maybe two – you’ve lost count from the amount of times nanami has made you cum. your legs are giving out beneath you and your latest lingerie set is broken, comforted only by the promise that he’s going to get you good one. you’re absolutely lost in the pleasure of nanami driving his cock impossible deep into you all the way until morning, body spent and shaking from all the orgasms.
fucked out and whining, nanami litters kisses all over your body to soothe you a little bit, but he doesn’t stop. and the truth is, you don’t want him to, either. legs wrapped around his waist and heels digging into his ass, nanami finally tangles his hands into yours as he pistons his cock in and out of your squelching pussy.
he’s giving you his all, and you can’t keep your hands to yourself no matter how hard you’re trying to, not when nanami is prowling into you as you’re spread underneath him before he goes gentle, almost as if making love to you.
well, you could, but why would you want to?
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neesieiumz · 3 years
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Thinking about Dilf!Izuku... 6’5 buff pro hero with a 5 year old daughter and a ex-wife who he has no contact with at all...
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You met while picking up your niece from school
Her parents often work a lot so you found yourself being her pseudo-parent.
Apparently his daughter and your niece were close friends and wanted to introduce the two of you. (Apparently they mentioned how the both of you were single)
You were a stuttering mess, I mean how could you not be? You were in front of the Symbol of Hope! The No. 1 Prohero, Deku.
But he told you to call him Izuku, while he wasn’t working. His smooth, rich deep voice had a calming affect over that would astound you for weeks. The two of you exchanged numbers, hoping to get together for a play date.
For the first couple of months, the talk was all about his daughter and your niece. When the next play date was, oh how there was sale on tickets at the aquarium. The two of you had nothing common other than that.
However, during the last play date something shifted. Maybe it was the way his big, rough hands lingered around your waist, maybe it was the fact that your manicured hands found themselves pressed against his chest every so often.
Whatever the case may be, conversations between the two of you shifted from the girls, to you guys. You told him all about the small bakery that you owned, and he told you details about Prohero work. At least, things he’s allowed to tell you.
It was almost too good to be true. You didn’t tell anyone. You knew how important his privacy was, especially since he has a daughter.
Then the two of you started going on “dates” mostly, it was him coming in the night when your niece was at home with her parents. He would stay, watch you bake, and even help out sometimes.
You would relish in the feeling of his hands around waist, his sculpted front pressing hard into your back as he whispered in your ear a question.
The deep rumblings in your ear made you Tremble, and once again your words stuttered as you tried to answer his question.
He would also come and visit your bakery, usually in civilian clothes but there was one time he forgot, which got the place a lot of attention.
You don’t know whether to scold him for it or thank him for it. Luckily you and your employees were an amazing bakers so people kept coming back.
He would start paying for your hair appointments, your nail appointments, etc. No matter how you tried to convince you had more than enough money. He would always find a way to pay for them.
The tension between the two of you was sky high, and it finally blew up.
It happened when your brother and his wife finally had a week off from work. They wanted to take their daughter on a long vacation and give you the break you deserved.
It seems at the same time, Izuku’s agency wanted him to take a week off as well. Apparently, he had been overworking himself.
Izuku’s mother and stepfather (who happens to be his mentor as well, and former No. 1 hero All Might) also wanted to take his daughter for a getaway. A trip with grandparents.
So who did he spend all his time with? You of course.
He made you pack a week long bag and together the two of you stayed at his very large house.
It was two days after you were staying at his house, the two of you cuddled on the couch watching a movie.
He was wearing nothing but a white wifebeater and a pair of baggy gray sweatpants. (Lawd the vision 😩)
You were cuddled up on the couch with a blanket thrown over the two of you. Your hands were used as makeshift pillow, snuggling into his chest. His hands were wrapped around your waist, hands going up and down, getting dangerously close to your bottom.
One minute it was teasing touches, the next you being grabbed forcefully by the waist and pinned to the couch, your lips colliding nonsensically.
He tasted like coffee and mint, and you couldn’t help but want more. You basically swallowed each other, pulling him into you by the base of his neck.
Praise-degradation... he most definitely degrades while he praises. With your legs pinned back to the couch, showing off that fat, juicy pussy of yours.
“Such a good little slut, you look so good for daddy.”
“You like that, you like the way my fingers fuck this slutty pussy?”
If you couldn’t tell, he has a favorite word to use.
You guys fuck all over the house, his amazing stamina from all his years of being a hero contributing.
You guys went from the couch, the kitchen, the fucking dining room. He slammed you on multiple walls, and he even bent you over the gust bathroom sink, the heat from your breath fogging up the window.
The final act was in his bedroom, the sensual roll f his hips, the way you grabbed at his buff, muscular back, your sharp nails trialing lines of red down.
It was back to back orgasms with you, the tension snapping over and over and over again within you. You had never came this much in one night.
It was the same with Izuku, there was just something about you that had him revving to go
By the time you were finished, you had cuddled up with him on the bed. You being the little spoon of course.
It was like that for the entire week, just you, him, and a bunch of condoms after you forgot them the first night.
After that week, “play dates” with your niece and his daughter were a lot more common. The two of you saving your own little play dates for the night.
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krreader · 3 years
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BTS reacting to a sasaeng trying to touch/take photos of your baby bump.
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pairing: bts x reader fandom: bts warnings: mentions of physical assault genre: angst ; fluff word count: 2.5k+
a/n: I hope the reality would be the boys yeeting these sasaengs into another universe, seriously. but for the sake of the story, here. thanks for the request @sakuroseuchiha​, and I’m very sorry it took forever ♥
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kim seokjin
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“What is this?” Jin entered the bedroom and practically pushed the phone in your face, his breathing heavy and his cheeks flushed, clearly upset.
You looked at what he was showing you, but then quickly averted your gaze and continued folding the laundry as if what he was showing you didn’t matter.
“(Y/N)!” he rarely got angry, not like this. And you knew that he wasn't angry with you.. maybe only for not telling him about what had happened today. He grabbed your upper arm and turned you so that you had to look at him, “Why didn't you tell me about this?”
“I didn't want you to get angry.. like now,” you sighed deeply, “I wasn't hurt, I walked into the nearest store and they didn't follow me inside because the shop owners were kind enough to help me and keep them out. All they got was a blurry photo.”
Your husband's mouth dropped, his eyebrows furrowing, “How can you be so nonchalant about this?”
You snorted, “What do you want me to do, Seokjin? Do you want me to sob my eyes out because some sixteen year old girls wanted to become Twitter famous by posting our unborn child on their Twitter account? If I were that weak, then marrying you wouldn't have been a good idea in the first place,” you pushed his hand away, “I'm fine.”
Maybe, but he wasn't. He was so tired of this bullshit.
And you only found out just how tired he was when you wanted to go grocery shopping the next day and were face-to-face with a man that introduced himself as your new bodyguard that your husband had hired to make sure that situations like those wouldn't happen anymore.
You had meant what you had said, you were fine, but knowing that someone that size was following you around and making sure that no harm would come to you and – even more importantly – to your unborn child – made you feel a lot more at ease.
min yoongi
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Yoongi cursed and thanked BigHit at the same time for existing.
On one hand, he hated himself for ever having signed up with them, because now you and his unborn child were in danger because of him, but at the same time, he was so grateful that they tried their best in protecting the three of you to the best of their abilities.
One of the staff members had managed to gain access to a secret forum used only by sasaengs, where they shared private information about idols that nobody but these idols, their families and the company should know about.
And during this 'undercover work', she discovered a thread dedicated to you and Yoongi, or more specifically, your unborn child.
She found out that they had found out where you had planned to have your delivery and wanted to be there to take pictures of the two – or in the end – three of you.
You and Yoongi would have had no idea about this. You would have had no other choice but to endure it and later see these very private photos online, but thanks to her, you were able to switch hospitals last minute and were able to handle this matter privately.
That female staff member said she was merely doing her job when you and Yoongi thanked her later, but your husband made sure that she didn't just get a raise, but a promotion on top of it.
You both owed her a lot.
jung hoseok
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“Look, daddy!” Hoseok beamed happily as he watched his son point upwards to the head of the giraffe, “Soooooo biggy!”
“If you want to be that big, you need to eat all the vegetables that mommy puts on your plate from now on, okay?” he tickled the little boy a little, engulfed by his beautiful laughter, that he didn't realize what was happening behind him.
You were standing a few feet behind them, wanting them to enjoy a father-son moment, while also watching the buggy. However, unlike your husband, you weren't smiling. Your eyes were focused on three girls to your right who had been following you for the past fifteen minutes and were now debating on whether or not to go up to your husband and say something.
And you really didn't mind if they said hello when it was only Hoseok, but your child was with you and you didn't want to involve him in that life. Not yet, not if you could avoid it.
However, you had been wrong all along. You thought that they were whispering among themselves to figure out a strategy on when to go up to Hoseok. 
But that wasn't the case.
They were waiting until they were sure that he was busy enough with your son not to notice what they were doing.
Which was pull out their phones, all three of them, and then point the camera at you.
Even though you knew it wasn't actually you, but the baby bump that had begun to form. A story that had only been rumors up until now, but you were too far along now to hide it any longer.
The moment you realized what was happening, you pushed the buggy forward until you were at your husband's side and said: “We need to go. Right now.”
With how alert you were, he instantly became too, started looking around and realized what was happening.
He put his son in the baggy, then took off his jacket and placed it over your shoulders, before he pushed the baggy with one hand and you gently forward with his hand on your lower back.
So much for keeping the secret about baby number two a little longer.
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Namjoon had been an idol for long enough to know when someone was obviously staring at him out in public.
And you had been with him for long enough to know when he was uncomfortable. He constantly shifted in his seat, glanced around and nervously bounced his leg up and down.
Eventually you reached over the table and put your hand over this, “Come on. Let's ask them if they can fill our drinks in take-away cups and go home.”
You had wanted to enjoy the possible last peaceful coffee shop date that you could have before your daughter would be born, but when married to Kim Namjoon, a peaceful date outside was almost never an option. And normally, when it had been only him and you, he hadn't minded as much. But now he was scared for his child.
And as soon as the two of you got up, his biggest fear became reality, when a girl walked by and spilled her – thankfully – cold coffee on you. More specifically, on your baby bump. Accidentally, as she tried to make you two believe, but you knew better.
Even more so when she started bowing, apologized and then immediately wanted to rub over your baby bump with tissues to clean your clothes.
Namjoon was alert in an instant, but you were faster and grabbed the wrist of the girl, smiling at her, but your eyes were so dangerous that the girl gulped down.
“Thank you, but I'll do that myself.”
“I..- I only..-”
“I said I can do it myself,” you grabbed your bag and then Namjoon's hand, “Let's just go home.”
Sometimes he forgot just how much of a mother you already were before your baby was even born. 
Nobody like that was allowed to touch your baby, not now and not ever.
park jimin
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Jimin had been so naive to think that the pregnancy would be a peaceful one for you. He had let his guard down after month seven, after nothing bad or weird having happened.
And that was a huge mistake.
You were due in a few weeks and he wanted you two to have one final romantic night out before the baby would be born, meaning dinner in the restaurant of your choice, then going for a walk at the Han River, then going home and.. well..
But your night was cut short when you couldn't even make it to the restaurant. As soon as Jimin had parked the car and helped you out, a swarm of fans, which were sasaengs through and through, because they were the only ones who could have found out where you'd be eating tonight, came running to you.
He realized it in time, managed to push you back into the car before their grabby hands could touch your baby bump and managed to push all of them back enough to shut the car door.
Their attention shifted from you to him and they all started to touch him and pull on his clothes. He tried to push them away from him so that he could go around the car and get in himself, but there were simply too many.
All the while, you were sitting in the car, desperately banging on the window and begging them to stop, trying to open the door to help your husband, but he was blocking it from getting opened.
There was no way he’d let you back out there.
You reached into your purse and wanted to call the police, but since you were in an underground parking lot, your phone didn't have any service.
At that point, you were sobbing your eyes out because of how scared you were for Jimin, but then someone from the building, maybe guests of one of the restaurants or people that worked there, saw what was happening and helped Jimin pull the girls away from him, one after the other. 
They told him to get in the car and he did so without hesitation, reversing and then driving away without looking back, eternally grateful for these kind strangers.
“It's okay,” he tried to calm you down while driving away.
But it wasn't okay. Not when he had scratches on his face and hands, not when he was close to tears himself.. not when you realized all that stress caused you to suddenly go into labor. 
kim taehyung
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This day had started out so well.
The weather was so perfect that Taehyung and you had spontaneously decided to go on a little road trip.
With you having passed the worst of your pregnancy phase and being able to actually walk and eat without throwing up every hour, it was now the perfect opportunity to just drive around and find a really cute spot to hang out, maybe have a picnic or coffee/tea.
But you should have guessed that it wasn't as easy as that, because Taehyung's super hardcore fans had never been ones to just leave him alone.
You had been driving for a while and you had become thirsty, so the two of you had searched for a very cute café and found one that was so aesthetically pleasing that you forgot about your surroundings for a second and just.. enjoyed it. Like every other normal human being would.
Your husband had gone inside to grab the drinks, so he wasn't there to stop what was happening.
“What the hell?!” you instantly pushed the chair back when you saw a hand reach down to your belly to touch it, then jumped up, “What do you think you're doing?!”
Unfortunately, there weren't too many people around to help you, only an elderly man and a young couple that, by the looks of it, hadn't even graduated high school. They wouldn’t be much help.
“Please, we just want to touch it. This is from Taehyung, directly from him, we just..-”
“I'm going to give you a fair warning,” your husband pushed himself between you and the girls, pointing his finger at one of the girls chest, “You come this close to my wife or child again, I will call the police and I'll make sure that your future is ruined. Do you understand?”
“But..-”
“No. No but. There is a line and you just crossed it. So this is my final warning. Leave now, or I'll call the police.”
The two girls glanced to the side to find the shop owner already standing there with her phone, ready to call the police if Taehyung said so.
You doubted that people like that had much planned for their future, but the threat of police and a possible lawsuit involving thousands, if not millions, if Taehyung had his way, scared them enough for them to scurry away.
You only allowed yourself to breathe again when they were out of sight, your husband immediately cupping your face and checking to see if you were harmed.
“I'm fine,” you shook your head a little, “I'm fine.”
“Shit,” he pulled you against him and kissed the top of your head, “I'm so sorry, (Y/N). I'll be more careful from now on.”
jeon jeongguk
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This had been a massive scandal from the get-go. Not only were you and Jeongguk not married when rumors started to form that you were pregnant, but he was also 'way too young' to have a kid now and 'not in the right place in life yet' to be a father.
BigHit had kept quiet through it all, knowing that those weren't just rumors that people spewed, but the truth.
You were indeed pregnant. An accidental pregnancy that had shocked you and your boyfriend to the core, but after countless of nights crying and worrying, you've not just accepted it, but were looking forward to your baby.
The first few months were easy, a comeback had overshadowed the rumors and whenever they were doing interviews, BigHit made sure to tell the journalist not to ask any personal questions, or they'd be kicked out of the panels – they really had no mercy in that sense.
But there came a point where you just couldn't hide it anymore, unless you were to stay at home every single day till the day of the delivery.
And well, you didn’t.
You waited until Jeongguk was gone to leave, knowing that it'd be easier if it were just you, had taken precautions and worn a hat and a face mask... but these sasaengs, man.
You couldn't take fifteen footsteps until you heard screaming from a distance and a group of seven people charging at you with their phones up in the air, ready to take photos of your baby bump and expose it to the world.
Since you were still close to the entrance of your neighborhood, the security guard reacted perfectly, grabbed you by your upper arms and pulled you back in, closing the gate to Hannam Hill just in time and turned you around so that the girls wouldn't see your baby bump properly.
They were left standing and screaming at the fence, reaching through it like crazy zombies.
Rather scary, actually.
“You need to be careful, Ms. (Y/L/N),” the security guard warned as he walked you back to your apartment, “You can't just go out like this without precautions.”
“I just wanted to buy something for the baby,” you said sadly with slumped shoulders, “They have this limited Disney collection at Spao.. I just wanted to get something for my daughter.”
He let out a heavy sigh and watched you enter the building extremely upset.
Maybe it wasn’t his place, but when Jeongguk came home that night, he told him about the incident, wanting to make sure that he’d talk to you and make you understand that you couldn’t just go out like that without some sort of security.
And well, let’s just say Jeongguk’s father side really jumped out that night. He had you sit down on the couch and lectured you for nearly an hour without you saying a word.
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servingy-nneeds · 3 years
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PROMPT:HOW WOULD THEY REACT WITH A BIG BREASTED S/O: VILLAIN EDITION
Dabi
“You got them big tits” he said nonchalantly shrugging his shoulders when you were first introduced in the League of Villains
He would notice your above average breast but that’s it
Honestly doesn’t see the appeal with boobs, as he would put it, tits are tits.
Although, he understands your charms and has used you multiple times as an information gatherer mainly on male Pro heroes, other times on female pro heroes
Lets you wear whatever makes you feel comfortable; You want to wear baggy shirts and pants go for it. Wanted to wear badass clothes that shows of your curves? Hell go for it. He ain’t gonna guilt trip you into hiding your assets, if you have it, “fuckin flaunt it” as he say
When you first started dating he was still aloof with you, however was quick to avert you away from the League of Villains whenever you want to mingle with them. His reason was that “they aren’t the most sane people to be around”
Quite the prick when someone tries to hit on you
Namely going behind you and groping your knockers in front of the poor soul who decided his luck with you. He does this every damn time just to point out that yes you belong to him and yes he better be damn jealous of Dabi’s privilege
And if being dense was the offender’s choice of action. Well, cremation awaits for the other guys/girls, his hands ain’t rated E for nuthin’
It irritates him when one of his companion, most likely Shigaraki, stares at your tits for a second too long. He was rude to him to no end for the whole week. Doesn’t trust Shigaraki enough to leave you with him alone
Jests that you stay with him in order to scare off potential perverts. He was after all your ‘big bad boyfriend’
It doesn’t matter on how you two went to sleep that night, you always wake up to an arm under your breast or a hand exactly at your boob
You caught him sometimes staring at a mirror tracing his scars and then back at you wondering if you would finally realized you’re too good for a nobody like him
He KNOWS he has a shitty personality and looks and isn’t the best boyfriend out there for you
You learned that he responds well at cuddling and surrounding him with positive affirmations
BONUS✨: You tried surprising him with the whole concept of only wearing his coat with nothing underneath it. You think he appreciates the thought, but really, if your rearing to go just ask him.
Shigaraki
When you were first introduced to the League of Villains he didn’t even greet you and openly staring down under your chin never meeting your eyes. Thus, your first impression of him was pervert and imprudent, how is he the boss anyway?.
He just openly stared at your breasts until somebody pointed it out Dabi and Kurogiri
“Boss I think it goes dinner first eye fuckin later yeah?“
“I think this person would appreciate if you stopped undressing them with your eyes Shigaraki”
Unlike Dabi, this man would be obsessed with your boobs
One time you wore a low cut shirt and he had the audacity of blaming you for distracting him.
You kneed him in the gut for that comment followed by scampering off for your dear life
He would like to think he is sneaky with his glances
But honestly EVERYONE knows he’s ogling your breast
Doesn’t had a lot as a child which explains why he is quite childish and selfish with you when you two started going out
Would literally kill someone for you, LITERALLY
Someone just happened to look at you? boom dust. Someone just asked for direction and he didn’t liked the way the stranger looked at you? boom ashes
One time you heard him mutter a “+5 points” for wearing a round collared neck shirts and a “+30 points” for wearing the low cut shirt
Please someone tell this man that breasts are actually fragile and not some stress ball
A night with him results in sore breasts littered with bruises and bite marks
BONUS✨: Loves being babied resting his head on your breast. Doesn’t care if you were taking nap, nor does he care that he was trespassing on your room and privacy. Your breasts are open for naps? boom there his head goes. “Honestly, stop flaunting them” he argued to you one day.
Mr. Compress
When you were introduced to the League of Villains for the first time he low key hinted that he needs assistant for his magic tricks and you just so happened to be quite his type the distraction he needed
Another ‘all tits are tits’ kind of man
He may want all the applause of the world but lives for your amusement
Reserves all his pretty tricks for you
Is canonically a showman at heart so don’t take it the wrong way when he said that you were the center of attention, “it’s a compliment” he argues
Has a love hate relationship with the idea of you being the center of attention
He loves that everyone is staring at a glory that is you
Hates the idea that everyone is staring lecherously at you
Uses the phrase “You’re so cute I wish I can keep you inside my pockets all the time” quite literally
One time you got sent together with him at a public area, say the mall, to gather intels on pro heroes where you went separate ways. When he went back to you lo and behold you were being surrounded by horny males who just wants to get sum of that piece
He was quite flashy with distracting them, he called it a magician’s trick, but really all he did was asked you to be his assistant and then the next minute you were in his breast pocket no where to be seen
You threw a fit after you were decompressed 
He apologized for doing his parlor tricks unto you without consent. Lowkey would do it again if ever you were in trouble or he’s just downright jealous
Would love for you to wear a magician’s assistant garb; the one with the top hat, corset, long coat and really anything that allows for an easy misdirection of tricks for his advantage.
BONUS✨:Wearing his costume or anything of his turns it on for him. One time he made you wear his top hat and only his top hat while he was scrambling up your guts.
Twice
When you were first introduced to the League of Villains he greeted you with  “You look fuckin hot to bed” “ or to Wed”
Being teamed up with him was both exhausting and amusing at the same time
He would likely drop some random conversations like “You know we could be fucking each other at this time?” “Remember to focus at our mission, ‘mkay?”
Although his multiple personalities often clash with each other, protecting you is always their top priority.
You have to be really patient and understanding when dating this man. His shifts from hot to cold personality, so some days he would be praising you, and then some other days he is giving you the cold shoulder
“I could do better than you” “You’re literally my whole world”
Poor man was lonely to death and gets a lot more unstable when you leave him alone. Like he would cry a river and put up some kinda tantrum if you’re not there with him to accompany him
You caught him one day with a clone version of you cuddling him to sleep. You weren’t sure if you call this cheating or cry that he was so lonely he even considered cloning you to be with him.
However when you cleared your throat announcing your return, his expression was a mixture of shock, relief and a hint of embarrassment
Though he immediately rushed over to you once he saw the real you standing at the doorway. “Why did you leave me all alone?!” “I never missed you, you know?”
Both you and the clone was standing there awkwardly with Jin still clinging at your side
“Are my boobs really that big?” you asked trying to break the tension
He would just grab them saying “It’s humongous!” then removing his hands and inspecting said boobs the very next seconds saying “Nah they’re perfect for me”
Eventually the clone returned to being a mud and both of you agreed to never clone yourself again unless he’s really really desperate
BONUS✨: Is very spontaneous with his affection one minute the two of you would be 6 feet apart watching some kid’s cartoon the next minute he would be crawling all over you asking you to suffocate him hold his head dearly against your bosoms 
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willowbird · 3 years
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7, 2 and 2 🥺🥺
Foxes as kids, roommates, inside Andrew's closet.
In which Neil is the monster under the bed and Andrew's closet is the only safe place for either of them.
Warnings for mentions of child abuse.
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Andrew usually hated having roommates. He had to have them when he was in the group home (no one got their own room there) and sometimes when he was with a foster family he had to share with another kid - and he always hated it. The one exception, though, was the monster that lived under Andrew's bed.
The monster wasn't like those in the scary stories and tv shows. He was a just a boy - who was actually younger and tinier than Andrew was! He had dark dark red hair and bright bright blue eyes and little black horns and sharp teeth and even a tail, and Andrew really thought that he was losing it the first time he saw him because look... it wasn't even close to Halloween and the kid had just crawled out from under his bed and then vanished again underneath it and Andrew had checked and he was really gone.
Neil (that was the monster's name) had told him that it was kind of a legend in his world (yup, his world) that sometimes a monster kid would be tied by fate to a kid in the human world. A lot of the legends apparently talked about how this was a test of some kind, how the monster kid was supposed to scare the human so bad he wet his pants or something like that.
(Andrew thought that was kinda stupid, but he supposed that lined up well enough with the stories he had heard about monsters under the bed.)
But Neil didn't want to scare anyone. When Andrew had asked Neil what he did want, though, Neil wouldn't ever answer him. He just got a little sad and a lot angry and then they'd fight and Neil would crawl back under the bed and disappear for a while.
He always came back though. And when Andrew was moved to a different house, Neil came too. Sometimes it would take a few days, and sometimes Neil couldn't get into a certain house through the space under the bed and so the doorway to his world would bring him through the closet instead, but he always came.
Which was why it made Andrew more than a little bit anxious when almost a whole month went by after his most recent move, and he hadn't seen Neil at all. He'd checked under the bed and in the closet every single night, but there was nothing. He was about to go from worried to angry when, at half-past midnight on the twenty-seventh night in the Lucas's house, Andrew heard quiet crying coming from the closet.
Andrew was on his feet in an instant, dropping his flashlight and the book he was reading on the bed, nearly tripping over the area rug, and skidding to a halt before the door before wrenching it open.
And there was Neil, curled up on the floor hugging his knees to his chest. He was crying and... and he was hurt. There was a cut on his lip and his face was all bruised and Andrew was so angry he almost slammed the door shut again.
"S-sorry," Neil murmured as he looked up, probably seeing the anger in Andrew's face. "I... I was gonna come sooner but..."
Andrew cut him off with a glare and a raised hand, telling him to wait. He then hurried back to his bed to grab the flashlight. Light acquired, he returned to the closet and Neil scooted over so Andrew could sit next to him, shutting the door to their special place.
Because you see, when Neil was there, whether it was under Andrew's bed or in his closet, no adult could get to him. The whole world outside the space shut off. If Andrew's foster parents were yelling at each other, their shouts and curses faded into complete silence when the closet door was shut or the bedskirt brushed the floor around them. If an adult came looking for him and opened the closet door or got down on their hands and knees to look under the bed, they'd see only shoes and toys and other discarded things - but no Andrew, no Neil. It was something to do with the magic that was his monster, because no one was able to see him except Andrew, and since Neil wanted to be seen by Andrew that meant that he was sorta... absorbed into that power too or something.
It meant that whenever they were together... they were both safe.
"I'm gonna kill him," Andrew promised quietly once they were both sitting criss-cross and facing each other in the narrow space.
Neil's eyes went wide, terrified, and he shook his head quickly. "N-no! No. You can't.."
"The hell I can't, Neil! You keep me safe. I wanna keep you safe too!"
They had had this argument before. When Andrew first saw the scar on Neil's shoulder and found out it was from his stupid bastard dad from the year before Neil first slipped out from under his bed. Andrew had been just a little kid back then, but he was eleven now. He could kill someone. If it was to protect Neil, he was pretty sure he could do anything.
"No," Neil said again, voice hushed even though they both knew no one on either side of their special space could hear them. "No. I... It wasn't even him. Mom..." He shook his head and rubbed his arms. That was when Andrew realized what Neil was wearing.
Normally, Neil gave off total rich-kid vibes. Even monsters had designer clothes, apparently, and Neil definitely had the monster-world version of The Gap or whatever rich people wore. But today he was dressed in drab, baggy jeans and a matching washed out t-shirt. His hair was a total mess, too, and looked like it needed to be cut.
"Neil," Andrew said, and it wasn't a question - it was a demand.
Neil grimaced, wringing his hands around his tail - a nervous habit he didn't realize he had and Andrew would never tell him about. "They... they found out... about you. About us. About... about how I can come here."
All the air in Andrew's lungs froze. It was a struggle to keep calm, to wait for Neil to continue on his own, because... because from the very first day Neil had told him 'no one can know - I don't know what they would do to us if they knew' and now that day was here and the anger in his chest was nothing compared to the fear suddenly pooling in his belly.
"Mom.. she took me and ran. So I wouldn't... so they wouldn't take me. Dad was... he was gonna give me to someone bad, someone who collects kids like me so they can find a way through and... Mom didn't want that to happen. She's protecting me..."
The protest was a weak one and Andrew pounced on it. "She's protecting you by beating the shit out of you?"
Neil bared all those sharp little teeth at him, but Andrew could never be afraid of Neil so he just glared back until his monster's resolve broke and he looked back down at his tail.
"She wants to keep me safe.. and I was being stupid..."
"I'll say you're being stupid," Andrew agreed, earning him a sharp look that he easily ignored. "Run. Come here. We'll both make a run for it together."
Neil's eyes widened. "What? No! What would we do, where would we go? You... you could get hurt! And it's not like I blend in, Andrew."
"We can travel at night. Or we can go someplace where everyone is super weird, like... like Seattle. There are loads of weirdos in Seattle, I bet no one would think twice about a boy with horns and a tail." If Andrew had been standing he might have stomped his foot.
"Now you're being stupid," Neil hissed out (and yeah, actually hissed, his voice got all... hissy... sometimes when he was mad).
Andrew grit his teeth and made a sound kind of like a growl that Neil had once complimented as sounding really monster-like. He wasn't making the sound to impress his friend right now though, he was making it because he was mad and frustrated and scared and... and a lot of things.
Then an idea came to him, sudden and bright and it was so genius it instantly flooded him with hope. His hands darted out and cupped over Neil's, holding both of them around the other boy's tail. "I know!"
"What?" Neil's eyes were wide again, but this time he leaned forward, taken up by Andrew's excitement.
"A witch. We need a witch. A witch can make you blend in over here, and maybe even help us until we're big enough to pass as adults."
Now Neil looked a little afraid, leaning back apprehensively. "A witch? There... there are really witches over here? I heard... I heard they do bad things to monsters."
"Can't be any worse than what monsters do to monsters or people do to people," Andrew reasoned, not willing to give up this opportunity. "Besides, if there really are monsters that live under the bed, there've got to be witches too."
Neil licked his lips, then looked down at their joined hands. He stared at them for a very long time before taking a slow, deep breath, apparently gathering his resolve. Then he nodded and looked up again, meeting Andrew's eyes.
"Okay," he finally said. "We... we'll find a witch. And... and we'll protect each other."
Andrew nodded back. He squeezed Neil's hands in promise. "We will. Forever, Neil. We'll always protect each other."
"Forever," Neil echoed. Then he gave a tiny, sharp-toothed smile. "And always."
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bloody-bee-tea · 3 years
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Cranky
Jiang Cheng usually prides himself of being able to ignore his phone while he’s at work, but when it lights up with Nie Mingjue’s name on it, Jiang Cheng makes an exception.
His day is going badly enough already that he really desperately wants to hear Nie Mingjue, if even for a little bit.
“Mingjue,” he greets him as he accepts the call.
“Wanyin,” Nie Mingjue gives back warmly, and just hearing his voice makes some of the tension in Jiang Cheng’s shoulders disappear.
“What’s up?” Jiang Cheng asks. “You don’t usually call me during work.”
“I know,” Nie Mingjue says with a sigh and Jiang Cheng can just imagine the little frown on his face. “But I have to cancel tonight,” he then apologetically says and just like that Jiang Cheng’s good-ish mood plummets again.
“Oh, I see,” he whispers.
They have a weekly thing, where they go for a run first before they watch a movie and if Jiang Cheng is being honest, then he has to admit that it’s the highlight of his week. 
And he was looking forward to it, especially today.
“I’m really sorry,” Nie Mingjue tells him. “Some more deliveries at work came up, and I’ll have to make a special route after work to get it all done.”
“I understand,” Jiang Cheng says, because he does.
Nie Mingjue is one of the most hard-working people he knows and sometimes it just can’t be helped.
Jiang Cheng knows that very well, seeing as he himself is prone to working long past official office hours. Usually it’s Nie Mingjue to tell him to relax then, and so Jiang Cheng can’t help but to fall into the same role.
Even though he’s a lot gruffer about it than Nie Mingjue usually is.
“Just see to it that you don’t overwork yourself,” he grumbles out and is met with a light chuckle.
“I knew you cared,” Nie Mingjue teasingly says and Jiang Cheng scoffs.
“Dream on,” Jiang Cheng says immediately. “It’s just that if you overwork yourself, I don’t have a running buddy anymore, and what am I gonna do then.”
“You also won’t have a movie buddy anymore,” Nie Mingjue says and Jiang Cheng has to admit that he’s right.
Not having a movie buddy might just be worse than not having a running buddy. Jiang Cheng is used to running on his own, and he will be fine if he has to do it again, but going back to watching movies on his own after having Nie Mingjue’s company for so long now, that would be considerably worse.
“So just take care of yourself,” Jiang Cheng snaps, completely on the defence as he realizes that Nie Mingjue knows him maybe a little bit too well and Nie Mingjue chuckles.
“I will give it my best. Same time next week, though?” he asks and Jiang Cheng nods before he can think twice about it.
“Of course,” he grumbles, because when did they ever not meet and he feels insulted that Nie Mingjue even has to ask.
“Thought so,” Nie Mingjue says with a chuckle. “Have a good week.”
“You, too,” Jiang Cheng manages to get out before Nie Mingjue hangs up on him.
They don’t usually text much during the week, apart from their regular confirmation that they are in fact still on for their running and movie meeting and Jiang Cheng is kind of glad about it.
He doesn’t know if he could survive being in constant contact with Nie Mingjue like that; running with him once a week and being overly aware of the fact that Nie Mingjue will be naked in the shower and then having to sit close to him on the couch is already enough of a strain on Jiang Cheng’s already fraying self-control.
When Jiang Cheng puts down the phone he lets out a deep sigh. He can’t say that he’s too sad about cancelling today, if he’s being honest. Work today has been shit so far and while he was looking forward to running and getting his aggressions out that way, he would much rather put on his sleeping clothes and curl up under a blanket to mindlessly watch a show or something instead of watching a whole movie.
And now he can do just that when he comes home.
It’s the only thought that gets him through the rest of the day if Jiang Cheng is being honest and when he finally makes his way home he feels weary and tired to the bone.
He still manages to drag himself under the shower but the tension only starts to seep out of his shoulders when he puts on his sleeping clothes—a frayed t-shirt and baggy sweatpants—and he curls up on the couch.
There’s a tiny part of himself that wishes Nie Mingjue were here right now, if only so Jiang Cheng doesn’t give into his self-pity for today, but if Nie Mingjue were here, he wouldn’t get to curl up like this, and he sure as hell wouldn’t be in his sleeping clothes yet, so Jiang Cheng is rather torn on the issue.
He can at least admit that his day seems off somehow, now that Nie Mingjue is not going to come over, but instead of dwelling too much on that, Jiang Cheng gets up to get some ice cream for himself.
It’s one of those days, and he intends to wallow in it.
Jiang Cheng just stuffed his mouth full of ice cream when someone knocks on his door.
Jiang Cheng freezes, totally caught off guard, and he has half a mind to simply pretend that he’s not home, when it knocks again. And again and again.
Jiang Cheng groans as he peels himself out of his blanket, looking mournfully at his ice cream before he puts it down on the table and then he makes his way over to the door. 
“Cut it out already,” he seethes as he yanks open the door—already angry at whoever it is on the other side—only to freeze when he comes face to face with Nie Mingjue.
Nie Mingjue musters his face, before he very deliberately lets his eyes wander up and down Jiang Cheng’s form and Jiang Cheng would love nothing more than to disappear right that moment.
“I see you started without me,” Nie Mingjue says with a smile and Jiang Cheng fights the stupid urge to hide behind something and instead plasters a frown to his face. “And you’re cranky.”
“You said you couldn’t make it,” he snaps out, completely caught off guard and Nie Mingjue shrugs.
“Zonghui thinks I’m doing too much and I shouldn’t sacrifice one of the few evenings a month I take for myself so he took all the deliveries and told me to go home.”
“How nice of him,” Jiang Cheng hears himself say—because it is really nice of Nie Zonghui to do that—but he cannot deal with the fact that Nie Mingjue sees him in his ratty clothes.
Jiang Cheng is so much less put together than he likes to be; he’s wearing his oldest clothes, his hair is a half dried mess, and with Jiang Cheng’s luck there’s a chocolate smear on his cheek from the ice cream, he just knows it.
“Wait,” Jiang Cheng blurts out when Nie Mingjue’s words finally make it into his brain. “You decide to spend your evenings off with me,” he whispers out, suddenly horrified at himself that he takes up so much of Nie Mingjue’s time.
“Yes?” Nie Mingjue asks, clearly unsure what has Jiang Cheng in such a panic.
“You should do something you want on those evenings!”
“I am,” Nie Mingjue immediately gives back and there’s so little hesitation in his voice that Jiang Cheng has no other choice but to believe him. “I want to spend them with you. Always,” Nie Mingjue tacks on rather awkwardly and Jiang Cheng goes bright red in the face, he can feel it burning.
“What do you want?” Nie Mingjue asks after a long moment in which Jiang Cheng can do nothing but stare at him.
“For this evening?” Jiang Cheng asks, because he can’t think clearly and surely Nie Mingjue isn’t implying what Jiang Cheng thinks he’s implying because that would mean he chooses very deliberately to see Jiang Cheng once a week even though he doesn’t have much time otherwise.
A very hysterical part of Jiang Cheng points out that maybe he should have thought about that earlier, but Jiang Cheng is in too much panic to listen to it.
“In general,” Nie Mingjue says with a shrug and Jiang Cheng blinks at him.
“For you to not judge me for this,” he finally says with a vague hand gesture at all of himself, because Jiang Cheng knows for a fact that even on the weekends Nie Mingjue takes off he is definitely more put together than Jiang Cheng is in that moment.
“I would never,” Nie Mingjue immediately tells him and then smiles at him, which makes Jiang Cheng’s pulse skyrocket. “I actually find it rather adorable,” Nie Mingjue then says mischievously and Jiang Cheng feels like his brain is shutting down.
“Shut up,” he weakly says but Nie Mingjue doesn’t seem particularly fazed by that.
“I don’t think I will, actually,” Nie Mingjue says. “It makes you look very soft.”
Jiang Cheng blinks at him a few times because Nie Mingjue’s words don’t make any sense. There is no way in hell Nie Mingjue has any other feelings for him than some misplaced older brother protectiveness, Jiang Cheng is sure of that.
At least he had been until now.
“What do you want?” he asks again, though his voice comes out weak and breathy and Nie Mingjue’s face goes very soft.
Nie Mingjue reaches out to tuck an errant strand of hair behind Jiang Cheng’s ear and when Nie Mingjue cups Jiang Cheng’s face in his big palm a shudder runs down Jiang Cheng’s back.
“I want to make you understand how loved you are,” Nie Mingjue whispers, matching his tone to Jiang Cheng’s and that does nothing to explain to Jiang Cheng just what he means with that. “If you would let me,” Nie Mingjue tacks on when Jiang Cheng stands frozen like a statue and then he exerts the faintest of pressure on Jiang Cheng’s cheek; just enough to pull him a little bit forwards.
Jiang Cheng is helpless to stop the movement, and he’s very sure he doesn’t actually want to stop anything that is happening right now and so he allows Nie Mingjue to guide him further and further towards Nie Mingjue’s broad chest.
“Will you let me?” Nie Mingjue asks, his breath ghosting over Jiang Cheng’s lips and Jiang Cheng isn’t sure he could find his voice if his life depended on it, so he simply leans forwards and closes the last tiny bit of distance between them.
Jiang Cheng isn’t sure if he ever had a more perfect first kiss, but he guesses the answer to that is no. His eyes drifted shut on their own accord and his hands find a place at the front of Nie Mingjue’s shirt, urging him closer.
Nie Mingjue keeps his one hand on Jiang Cheng’s cheek, but the other one migrates to the small of Jiang Cheng’s back and it’s so hot and so comfortingly heavy that Jiang Cheng has to bite back a groan at that.
“I can’t believe you just made us do that in the doorway,” Jiang Cheng complaints when they finally part, because he’s stupid and his brain doesn’t work right, but Nie Mingjue only chuckles.
Jiang Cheng can feel it in his own chest, they are standing so close, and he thinks he might never want to move ever again.
“You wouldn’t invite me in. I had to make do with what I had,” Nie Mingjue easily gives back and then presses another fleeting kiss to the corner of Jiang Cheng’s mouth. “But I wouldn’t complain if you were to invite me in.”
“Of course you’re going to come in,” Jiang Cheng bites out and uses his hands which are still fisted into the front of Nie Mingjue’s shirt to pull him inside the apartment.
Once the door is closed behind them some nerves creep back in and Jiang Cheng awkwardly disentangles his hands from Nie Mingjue’s shirt.
“What do you want now?” Jiang Cheng asks and curses himself when he realizes that it came out completely wrong. He wanted to ask what Nie Mingjue wanted to do now, but not this.
“Are you saying you’re feeling loved yet?” Nie Mingjue says questioningly as he tilts his head in the single most adorable movement Jiang Cheng has ever seen.
“Not sure, actually,” Jiang Cheng shoots back, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
Again, Nie Mingjue’s face goes very soft and he tucks Jiang Cheng closer with a hand on his hip.
“I love you,” Nie Mingjue breathes out, peppering Jiang Cheng’s face with soft, fleeting butterfly kisses. “I love you very much,” he makes his point with a more passionate kiss this time and Jiang Cheng hums into it.
“I see,” he mutters, their lips still brushing against each other. “I feel loved,” Jiang Cheng then decides with a small nod. “And I love you, too,” he then says, because he didn’t yet and Nie Mingjue needs to know that.
“So I can move on to something else then,” Nie Mingjue muses and noses Jiang Cheng’s cheek, which totally doesn’t make Jiang Cheng’s knees go weak.
“Do you want anything else?” Jiang Cheng asks confidently, though he’s keeping upright more by clutching at Nie Mingjue’s shoulders than anything else.
“I want to make you happy,” Nie Mingjue says after a moment of deliberation and Jiang Cheng immediately shakes his head.
“You’ll have to pick something else,” he tells Nie Mingjue who frowns at him, clearly unhappy with Jiang Cheng’s answer.
Jiang Cheng huffs out a little laugh and cups Nie Mingjue’s cheek in his hand.
“You already make me very happy,” he then tells him and watches as Nie Mingjue’s face lights up with his smile.
“I see,” Nie Mingjue mutters. “Then I want to keep you happy,” he immediately decides and Jiang Cheng swears he’s just doing that to kill him.
This is way too adorable.
“Stop that,” Jiang Cheng complaints, though it’s half-hearted at best and Nie Mingjue seems to know it too, because he doesn’t seem inclined to follow Jiang Cheng’s words.
“What do you want?” Nie Mingjue eventually asks him, and Jiang Cheng has to take a moment to find his words again.
“I want to continue this on the couch,” he finally decides and Nie Mingjue lets out a loud and happy laugh.
“Anything to keep you happy,” he decides and simply picks Jiang Cheng up, before he carries him over to the living-room.
Jiang Cheng yelps when his feet leave the ground, but Nie Mingjue’s grip on him is sure and strong and so instead of struggling Jiang Cheng slings his arms around Nie Mingjue’s shoulders and simply holds on.
It’s not long before Nie Mingjue sits down on the couch, Jiang Cheng now firmly in his lap and Jiang Cheng immediately leans up to get back to kissing. Nie Mingjue is quick to indulge him and Jiang Cheng already knows that this will be one of his favourite things to do.
By the time they remember the ice cream on the table it has long turned into soup, and so they refreeze it on their way to the bedroom.
It is still tasty when they have it for breakfast the next morning.
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pillow-anime-talk · 3 years
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genshin month ; second day.
synopsis: Unlike to your lover, you were in charge of a tiny cafe in Liyue, which was loved by all residents and guests. Brewing coffee, creating new recipes and talking to clients distracted you from thinking about your blonde-haired boyfriend, who was on dangerous and long missions away from you...
# tags: scenario; current relationship; café!au; longing; plot twist; sfw
includes: female reader ft. aether {genshin impact}
author’s note: i love coffee shop au, hhhh.
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You sighed gently, but after a while you adjusted the white apron that proudly hung on your waist and quickly returned to the dark wooden bar, smiling at all the customers who were waiting for your hot drinks and sweet cakes or cookies. You said ‘Welcome!’ to every funny man, every beautiful woman and every lovely child, making sure that their orders were perfect and as tasty as possible; sometimes you would even added a tiny shortbread cookie or an extra scoop of ice cream for free to make their day better. You adored your job, and others adored you and your approach to life, but from afar everyone could see that behind your light smile and serene voice hides a great longing and a hundred thoughts about the health and safety of a certain person.
Aether was a good boy who wanted to help everyone around. He always took many missions and requests on his shoulders, so that his trips to other cities/lands lasted from a few hours to several days. Currently, you were separated for the fifth day and the fair-haired told you before leaving that he would be back in about six days. It was extremely tiring, but you tried to be strong to greet him after these six, lonely days with a huge smile on your face, his favorite dinner on the table and a proposal to spend time together in the garden.
“... What’s that sad face?” You heard a low, slightly hoarse voice, which made you raise your head, quickly changing your expression to a much more cheerful.
“N-Nothing like that, sir. Can I accept your order?” You asked softly, and the young man with the baggy hood down over his eyes nodded, laughing and coughing softly.
“You can choose for me, miss.” He instructed, and you could have sworn the slight smile you saw by the corner of your eye was quite familiar to you. Nevertheless, you agreed.
“I hear you have a problem with your throat... That’s why I am happy to recommend black tea with fresh lemon and honey. A cupcake with vanilla pudding for free!” You answered joyfully and sincerely, to which the stranger beck, thanking you softly in meantime. As soon as you took care of preparing a small order for your client, in the same moment, there was still a odd uncertainty in your head about who the average height traveler is. You didn’t want to be nosy, but... you were interested in your customer’s identity. It was human thing. Getting to know others and wanting to be friends with them was something completely normal, even extremely nice and often unheard of.
Thanks to this approach to the whole world you have met numerously personalities; from the owners of the antique shop that stood in front of your smol cafe, through foreigners from amazing countries, to warriors who bore proud names such as Xingqiu, Zhongli and Ningguang. Each of them told you stories that you will surely remember for the rest of your life and you were currently really curious if your new guest also had something interesting to say.
“... What brings you to Liyue city, sir?” You started quietly, placing in front of him a porcelain cup with golden tea and a cupcake in colored paper. “Of course, if you don’t want to talk about it, you don’t have to do it...!”
“I’m going back to my fiancée after a long trip.” He admitted right away, and you fell silent, looking at his white hood with warm eyes.
“She will definitely be very happy.” You answered hopefully, and the male finally dared to raise his head, chuckling.
“I think so too.” Golden eyes met yours, and you dropped the cloth you had held for several seconds. The voice that used to be hoarse and heavy, after one sip of perfectly made warm drink, it seemed soft and pleasant to the ear right now. “Won’t you say ‘Hello’ to me, love? I know you missed me so much.” He rested his chin on one of his hands, and you immediately moved away from the counter, stepping out from behind it. You ran quickly to the twenty-year-old and he opened his arms wider, laughing happily. “Here is my pretty girl. Hi, dear.”
You had so many questions, so many comments and so many doubts, but before you opened your mouth to ask why he didn’t inform about his arrival earlier, why he was dressed like that, why...
“W-Wait. Did you say something about... your fiancée?” You moved away from the blonde one, and he laughed under his breath, hugging your waist a little tighter and kissing your smooth forehead with his smooth lips. Your lovable, coffee scent made the knight calmly close his eyes.
“Yes, Y/N. You heard me right.” He grunted low, and after a short second his mouth met your earlobe. “... But we’ll talk about it at home, okay?”
Pleasurable chills ran through your spine, and big flushes appeared on your cheeks; it was by far the best surprise your loved one could do for you.
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omgbubbletea · 3 years
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Dating George Weasley Would Include
Let’s get one thing straight, it doesn't matter what house you're in
Sure, it would be a bonus if you were in Gryffindor because that would mean he wouldn't have to sneak into your common room to be with you 
Blood status also doesn't matter to him
If he loves you, he loves all of you
The reason you and George are together is all thanks to Fred 
He had grown sick and tired of George constantly talking about you 
How pretty you were 
How nice you smelled 
How he felt butterflies every time you smiled at him 
The boy must have been in-love or something
On the other hand, Fred had found out you had feelings for George by constantly bugging you on the subject till you cracked and told him
Being the oblivious pair George and you were, neither of you had realised the others feelings 
This is when Fred decided to take matters into his own hands 
His plan consisted of locking both you and George in a janitors closet until you both confessed your feelings 
He had told you guys to meet him in this particular closet for an emergency meeting
With the two of you being so ignorant, you walked into this closet, wondering where Fred was and why he had chosen such a weird place to meet 
As soon as you guys crossed the line, that’s when Fred had locked the door 
“Fred! what are you doing? Let us out!” (you and George started to yell)
“If you guys want out, then there’s something you should get off your chest first”
You both knew instantly what he was talking about 
Fred’s plan was almost fool-proof except for the fact that both you and George had your wands and could just alohomora your way out 
Oh, wait...
Fred had known you too well and knew you both always left your wands in the dorm during free time before dinner 
“Fred this isn't funny”(George was starting to get on edge)
“Do you hear me laughing?”
The closet was small(but who said you found it a problem(; )
A couple of minutes passed 
“Look (y/n)...”(George began to say slowly)
“I- I like you”
“I like you a lot, more than a friend probably should”(was that his heart pounding in his chest George could hear?)
At that moment your head shot up to meet his gaze 
Did he just confess his feeling to you?
Did he feel the same?
Hope began to form in your heart 
“George...”(he was ready for his heart to be broken)
“I’ve felt that way since I first met you”(a smile began to break on your face)
When I tell you that that boys smile lit up the room 
Nothing more was shared at that moment except for a hungry kiss 
He had been craving your lips for awhile now 
Of-course the moment only lasted so long before Fred swung the door open
“Ew, gross guys!”
The two of you just grinned 
If you are not in Gryffindor, then your days usually consisted of sneaking into the others common room
It’s a usual thing
Cuddling on the couch 
Playing board games 
Your friends(and others in your house) are used to seeing George around 
Surprisingly, you guys have never been caught(thanks to the marauders' map)
He’s always waiting outside of the common room so you guys can walk to breakfast together
You guys always sit next to each other in the great hall
If you are in a different house, he will walk you to your common room at the end of the day and give you a kiss goodnight(which usually gets a bit heated)
Pet names
Darling and gorgeous are his most used
You can’t help but get butterflies every-time those words roll of his tongue
“Well hello gorgeous” 
Small forms of PDA
Hand holding 
Arm around your shoulder 
Arm around your waist 
Temple kisses 
Cheek kisses 
Knuckle kisses 
He LOVES it when you play with his hair and just melts into your touch 
I have a theory that the twins give the BEST hugs
Bear hugs that engulf you
Hugs from behind where he pulls you closer to him
(and he’s always so warm...like what?)
You love wearing his jumpers
Yes, they are always baggy on you
You love the smell of them though(strawberries, vanilla and a bit of a smoky hint)because it’s just like having George there
He gives you one of his jumpers to keep so you would stop stealing all his other ones
It’s your favourite item of clothing and you always wear it to bed
Your first “I love you” came out of nowhere
The two of you were in the common room studying for an upcoming test
You should have been in your bed by now but of-course this test was more important than your exhaustion
With papers strewn across the table and your hand cramping from writing, you continued with your work, although George had stopped
Suddenly, you had become aware of him gazing at you
“Can I help you?”
“It’s nothing, you’re just...so beautiful”
You couldn’t help the blush that bloomed on your cheeks
“I love you”
The phrase was just audible
You had looked up in shock unsure if you had heard right
George was yet to comprehend what he had said when it all hit him
“Oh (y/n), I’m sorry! It just sort of slipt out- I didn’t mean to say it- I mean I want to say it because I love you but not that-”
You just chuckled at his constant rambling
“George, calm down, I love you too”
“I don’t want to make you se- wait, what did you just say?”
“I love you too”(you said it gently)
“Really..?”(he didn't sound too convinced)
In gesture, you gave him a sweet kiss, melting into the moment
It seemed to calm his mind
Spending summer and Christmas at the burrow
Molly loves you 
She knits one of her famous sweaters for you for Christmas  
If you are muggle-born(or even half-blood), Arthur loves when you tell stories about muggle life 
When Ron was younger, he had a BIG crush on you 
Now when he thinks about it, he just gets embarrassed
Ginny looks up to you(and thinks you're a bad bish)
You and Ginny love to have sleepovers together and gossip about all the people in Hogwarts
You also get filled in on all her latest “love life” with Harry  
Fred is one of your best and closest friends 
He is happy that George found someone to make him happy 
You’re Fred’s wing-women(although he doesn't agree because you haven’t done the best of jobs)
You guys love to tease George together 
Although it’s mainly just Fred teasing you and George 
“Can you guys get a room?!”
It was in those moments that Fred may have regretted locking you guys in that closet 
As much as he loves you, he does get a bit tired of hearing George talk about you all-day(nothing changed since he confessed his feelings for you)  
Lee is also a close friend to you 
It was only inevitable for you guys to bond with the twins being best friends with him
Many times have the two of you tried to get back at Fred and George with a prank 
Sadly, the twins somehow always manage to know what you guys are planning 
Let’s just say they prank you guys twice as hard for trying to outdo the masters 
The twins are always playing “light” pranks on you 
From dying your hair bright pink
To slipping a small amount of love potion into your drink 
It’s always a risk being around the two of them 
They love to get you involved in their pranks 
This usually means standing guard though):
You remember this one time in potions when you were first learning about amortentia
There was a fresh batch of it at the front of the class and everyone around the room was trying to get a whiff 
“Do I even have to ask what it smells like to you darling?” 
You closed your eyes and gave a sharp inhale 
“Vanilla, candy apples and amber” (you had said it so innocently)
George’s face was painted in horror 
“What?!” 
He was in disbelief because he KNEW he didn’t smell of amber or vanilla 
“CEDRIC?!” (the twins spoke rather loudly in unison)
“But- I- wha-”(George began to stutter on)
At that point, you couldn’t hold in your laughter any longer 
“I’m only joking!”
When I tell you how quick that boy calmed down 
“Oh thank Merlin”
That was revenge for staining your teeth blue for a whole week!
In all honesty, the pained look on George’s face when he realised you may not love him pained your heart 
On the other hand, Fred thought it was hilarious 
(If) you play quidditch for Gryffindor, then you are a chaser, otherwise, you are whatever position you got placed into 
If you are not in Gryffindor, then you are always watching the quidditch game and supporting the twins(unless it’s your house playing)
He loves to find you in the crowd 
You’re his #1 fan 
Steamy kisses after the game
If they win the game then it’s going to be a lot more than kissing(;
He has ended up in the hospital wing a couple of times because of the game
It has never been too serious but you still can’t help but worry for him 
“You know, even with a black eye and bloody face, I’m still the better-looking twin”
Fred just cracked up 
“He must still be a bit loopy from all that pain killer”
If you don’t play quidditch, then George has defiantly tried to teach you
It didn’t go too well
You ended up falling off the broom at only 1 meter off the ground
Face-planted into the grass
Ended with you having a dislocated jaw
George felt guilty for the rest of the month and wouldn't stop apologising
Meanwhile, Fred had fallen on his ass from laughing too hard
Trips to Hogsmeade
Raiding Honeydukes
Dates at the Three Broomsticks
Drinking enough butterbeer to get tipsy 
Lots of puns and dad jokes 
You were once learning how to produce a Patronus in DA when someone had just spelled a deer
You looked over at George to see him struggling a bit with the spell
And that’s when the awful pun left his mouth
“Oh deer, I just can’t seem to produce a Patronus” 
You tried to hold in your laugh 
“Shove off Weasley”
He takes you to the Yule Ball
It’s a magical night 
Full of dancing 
Screaming the lyrics to the songs playing 
Drinking fire whisky that Fred had smuggled in
Drunk snogging to the point where Snape found you guys and took 5 points off each of you 
Dancing around the common room 
Sneaking into the kitchens to steal food 
Tickle fights(I feel like George is very ticklish)
Swimming in the Black Lake on a dare 
Snowball fights in the winter 
He never fails to make you laugh
He is more of the shy, reserved twin 
Sometimes you just have to remind him that he is loved and noticed 
He will compare himself to Fred and it will never be positive 
You will reassure him and hold him for however long he needs
If what he needs is a good vent then you are ready to listen no matter what you are doing 
He is more important 
He is also more of the jealous twin 
Don’t get me wrong, he won't go all psycho boyfriend when he sees another guy talking to you 
He respects you and knows you would never leave him for someone else 
But if there is flirting going on or the guy is trying to make a move 
Let’s just say his temper won't last long 
“Hello darling”
Que passionate kiss between George and you 
“Sorry mate, she’s already taken”
You had never seen a guys face go paler 
Or seen George go so smug 
He always knows what to do when you're sad
He will listen to your every last word if you have to vent 
Or he will hold you in his arms for hours while whispering sweet nothings into your ear if all you want to do is cry it out 
By the end of it, you can't help but feel just a little bit better because of him 
He loves to hear about your day and you can’t deny that he is the best listener
He low key has separation anxiety  
He LOVES to spoon
Definitely the big spoon
Although he can’t help but love to be the little spoon sometimes 
“Hey um...Do you mind if we?...”
“You wanna be the little spoon?”
“Yes please...”
He’s smiling on the inside 
He may be a little shy in public but he’s a freak in the sheets if you know what I mean(;
He’s usually top but it drives him crazy if you switch rolls 
I feel like he’s a hair puller?
Will always make sure you’re comfortable with everything 
Super gentle at times 
But also can be rough... 
Would never do anything that would hurt you 
Lots of cuddling after 
He loves to give you flowers just to see you get all flustered
One time he stole flowers from the school grounds
Little did he know, Mcgonagall had seen the whole thing
“Mr Weasley, are those flowers from Professor Sprout’s greenhouse?”
The look on his face was a dead give away
“Funny story actually Professor...”
Let’s just say it wasn’t the funniest of stories
Braiding his longer hair 
Showers together 
Piggyback rides to class
Studying in the library with Fred(but he usually just gets bored and leaves)
He reads to you 
Basically he is perfect in every way and will love you till the end 
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Hoodie Headcanons
Pairings: BNHA Boys x reader
Warnings: None, just more fluff from me!
Characters: Midoriya, Bakugou, Todoroki, Shinsou, Amajiki, Kirishima
A/N: I highly recommend listening to Jacob Sartorius’s Sweatshirt song while reading ;)
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Midoriya:
● I wanna start this off by saying that Midoriya unironically likes that song ^^^. There's nothing I can do, it's canon.
● That said, he's super chill about you stealing his clothes
● Already owns a crap ton of hoodies and loose t-shirts, so you have quite the number to choose from
● Understands completely how you like the way they smell
● It was initially his idea to offer you his hoodie one evening when you looked cold
● After you put it on, he just couldn't stop staring at you
● You were so cute !!! and wearing his hoodie !!!
● 100% a yes from him when you asked to borrow it for a while longer
● And any other time you so happened to want to snatch one
● Wearing some of his clothing is def a cuddle turn on
● Your relationship in general is just soft vibes and fuzzy sweetness, but Izu will get nearly twice as tender curled up next to you in his hoodie
● A forehead and cheek kiss simp all the way, just smothering your face in little pecks
● Fall and winter only gain more appreciation from him, since it's perfect sweater weather and time to share warmth any way he could think of with his cutie (that's you (*~‿~))
● Is also down to see you in his t-shirts when it gets a little warmer
● It makes him feel some sort of way when he sees you in one of his old All Might tees
● A good way, mind you
● Maybe it's the nostalgia of the shirt seen on his favorite person
● Literally two of his top three favorite people right there in front of him for him to hold (but only one in the flesh. Both would be weird)
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Bakugou:
● We all know Baku's fashion sense is on point
● A lot of his clothes aren't for comfort, but he does have some baggy tees to sleep in
● Actually, not anymore
● Because they're all gone
● He feels like he's going crazy, trying to figure out how he's misplaced so many shirts
● Until one day when he catches you in the act, rummaging through his closet for another t-shirt to add to your collection
● "So that's why I haven't been able to find any of my clothes!"
● His voice makes you jump, whipping around to meet his triumphant expression
● So he wasn't just a dumbass who couldn't keep track of his own pajamas. That was a relief
● But then . . . you'd taken his stuff, and acted like he was crazy when he'd mentioned it missing in passing
● Now he's a little pissed
Your back was to his closet, guiltily holding a black t-shirt. "Katsuki, I—"
"Where's the rest of them?"
"Huh?"
"I know what you've been up to. What have you been doing with my clothes?"
You sheepishly lead him to your room, opening a drawer in your dresser where you'd been storing your stolen goods.
Katsuki looks into the nearly full drawer, then back at you, and you can't help but notice a hint of respect flickering on his features.
"You're pretty good," he admits, putting a hand in the drawer and pulling a shirt out at random. "I didn't even realize I was missing this many."
"I was going to give them back," you try to explain, now attempting to hide your face with your hair, "but they still kinda smelled like you, and they're so comfortable to sleep in—"
"Oh, so that's what you do with them." Katsuki's frown deepened, letting the shirt fall back into the pile. "Why don't you just come see me?"
You averted your eyes, shrugging. "I don't know. You just go to bed so early and sometimes I have to stay up and study but I still miss you, so having your stuff is really nice because it's like . . . you're there . . . ."
Katsuki sighed and pulled you into a hug, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I'm here for you, babe. You don't need a piece of cloth when you can just ask."
"But what about when you're not here?"
He paused, realizing you had a point. "You can keep some," he finally grumbled. "But for heaven's sake, not so many! I'm running out of things to wear. If you need another one, tell me."
"Thank you." You hugged him back and finally watched as he lugged an armful of t-shirts out of your room and back to his.
● Eventually Bakugou realized that seeing you wearing one of his shirts oddly boosted his ego; especially seeing you so often, now that he knows your secret, more than happy to wear his clothing while the two of you hung out together
● He starts to insist that you wear some of his t-shirts around the common areas, letting people see you in them
● But before you get the chance, he makes sure to wear it frequently so everyone knows it's his, and then gives it to you to wear so everyone knows you're also his. It's just one of his pride things
● You soon start to expand from just shirts, eyeing the singular hoodie at the back of his closet
● He doesn't think it really fits his vibe, only having worn it alone in the confines of his own room when he was cold
● You insist that you want it, though, so he grumbles and starts wearing it in secret so it can smell like him for you
● He has to admit you're freakishly adorable in it, even though it's not really oversized or anything
● This prompts him to wear it more often, just not in front of anyone other than you
● You finally buy him another hoodie for his birthday, although it's more of a gift for yourself than him
●And now we move on to: Bakugou's baggy pants
● Maybe our favorite explosive blond boy likes his tops to be a little more put together
● But dang, do he got those loose-as-heck pants
● You steal them out of spite mostly, just to see his reaction to your hips filling out his pants
● Boy does he like it
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Todoroki:
● "Why are you taking my clothes? Do you not have enough of your own?"
● Doesn't really own hoodies, per se, but definitely has a steady supply of jumpers, knits, and turtlenecks
● Or, he used to
● Until you came along
● Is kinda confused at first, completely baffled at where all his clothes were going
● Then he finally caught you, recognizing one of his sweaters on you while you made a quick trip to the kitchen for tea
● Legitimately does not know why you'd take it, surprised that you'd steal from him
● You hastily explain that it's normal, and that you only do it so you can have something that smells like him for when he's not around
● After that, he kind of understands
● Took you shopping with him once, just to see what you liked. He thought he'd be buying you some sweaters of your own, but instead ended up purchasing his first oversized hoodie (with a few extras to share) (who wants a quick Buying Hoodies with Shouto drabble?)
● Now you're both obsessed with the hoodies, Shouto being surprised at how comfortable they are
● Loves showing up for cuddle sessions in a hoodie, pulling you close to him so you sink into the soft fabric
● 100% Shouto's new favorite clothing item
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Shinsou:
● It started out when you took a nap together for the first time at his house
● You'd asked to borrow one of his larger shirts to sleep in, feeling a bit uncomfortable in the top you had worn that day (I for one cannot sleep in my day clothes. I don't know why, it just feels wrong. Does anyone else feel like that too?)
● He let you wear a large, gray tee, which was so big on you it fell around your thighs
● He thought you looked so cute in it, especially since it mostly covered your shorts
● Thus began your obsession with wearing his clothes whenever possible
● Pajamas, t-shirts, and hoodies are your prime targets
● Totally wear them to bed whenever you're not sleeping with him (as in sharing a bed, not that)
● The scent makes it feel like he's right there with you
● Shinsou noticed immediately what you were doing but never made any moves to stop you, thinking it was cute
● Absolutely loves seeing you in his clothes
● You look so cute but also it's low key hot, jus sayin 👀
● I've briefly mentioned this before, I think, but 'Toshi has some nice pajamas
● Nothing over the top expensive or anything, no
● I'm talking peak COMFY
● Ya ever see the pants with fleece lining and stuff?
● Mmm *chef kiss* do he have a pair of those fo sure
● Also, many with cat themes!
● Seeing you in his purple cat PJ pants only solidifies further for him that you're his Kitty
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Amajiki:
● Gets kinda flustered but at the same time is super flattered
● You actually ask to 'borrow' one of his sweaters, and he lets you, blushing as he watches you slide it over your head
● You're so frinking cute in it, and he feels this almost foreign sense of possessiveness wash over him because you're there and you're adorable and you're in his sweater and all of you is his
● Spontaneously hugs you and is even brave enough to press a few little kisses all over your face
● You wearing his sweaters and hoodies becomes a regular thing; asking every few weeks for a replacement top and him obliging, letting you pick something from his closet
● This doesn't stop you from occasionally stealing his clothes anyway, him sometimes catching you in one of his jumpers and briefly wondering if he'd ever actually seen you choose that particular one before shrugging and brushing it off
● He never fails to provide you with extras whenever you have to be apart for whatever reason, trying to help so you don't have to miss him so much
● Is 200% more inclined to hug you when you're wearing them. You just look so soft and warm, which he quickly finds out for himself that you are
● Definitely has thought about trying on one of your hoodies, but is a little too scared to ask
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KiriBaku:
● You alternate between wearing Bakugou's hoodie with Kirishima's sweats and then vice versa
● Neither of them can handle how cute you look practically drowning in hoodies that they bought oversized for them
● They're just that much bigger on you, especially Kirishima's since he's more willing to buy baggier hoodies than Bakugou
● If either one of them catches you wearing their clothes, they will literally just flop on top of you, overwhelmed by how much they want to hug you
● Even Bakugou will drop what he's doing just to go give you a hug, pulling you onto his lap for a minute and giving you a sweet kiss
● Eijirou will straight-up full-on tackle you, peppering kisses all over your face while he hugs you close to him
● If it's both of them at once though, get ready
● An impromptu cuddle sesh is guaranteed, most likely starting with Kirishima picking you up and carrying you to the bedroom while Bakugou follows close behind, ready to jump into bed with you
● Like I said way up top, Bakugou wasn't super into hoodies at first, but once you start stealing Kirishima's along with the one or two he does have, he starts buying and wearing them for the sole purpose of seeing you add them to your collection
● Bakugou's are better for going out in since they tend to fit you a little better, him opting to buy hoodies a little closer to his size
● Kirishima's are great for hanging out around the house, snuggling into the excess fabric and inhaling his scent while you wait for him to get home
● The two of them eventually start to just wear each other's hoodies interchangeably too, to the point of nobody really knowing who's hoodie is who's anymore
● E: "I'm pretty sure you got me this one for my birthday."
● K: "No, I bought it for myself, and then you decided to steal it on your birthday."
● Before all the confusion, though, you would rotate, having little hoodie parties where both you and Bakugou would wear one of Kirishima's hoodies while Kirishima wore one of Bakugou's
● Bonus: Kirishima has 100% decided to repay the whole clothing stealing thing and took your leggings, wearing them around the house just waiting for one of you to notice
● "Are those my leggings?"
● "Yeah."
● "What the hell."
● You just roll your eyes and go back to what you were doing
● Not ten minutes later, from another room—
● "EJIROU, WHAT THE FUCK!"
● "What?"
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Author's Note:
I will be posting a quick Eijirou drabble about him catching you stealing his hoodie, so expect that soon (find it here!). Also I didn't do TodoDeku but that was because I ran out of both motivation and time so  ╮ (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.) ╭
Writing these made me realize how few hoodies I own. Also how single and alone I am.
*Waluigi voice* WAH
-Sugar
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dr ren finding out reader is pregnant with baby number 3
*number THREE?!*
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You chewed your bottom lip, almost drawing blood as you stared at the pregnancy test. Groaning on the floor of the bathroom, there was no way! You were on birth control, and had Ren wear condoms the few times you had period sex.
There was no way this was possible, but you glanced at the floor. Scattered around you was 6 different tests... all fucking positive
The sound of a door slamming pulled your focus, little feet pitterpattering around the kitchen. Followed by Rens deep voice yelling at him to put his shoes away at the door. You debated just going out and saying it, so you both could figure out how to deal with it.
Ren would know-he had to. He knew you were before with Odin and you didn’t! So, it would be an immediate shift he would sense. You rolled onto your feet. Briefly glancing in the mirror.
You looked tired, from throwing up this morning to shopping at a Walgreens across town so no one would recognize you buying pregnancy tests. All the way to now, where you spent the past two hours chugging sugar water so youd pee six times in a row.
You splashed your face with cool water, sliding the tests into a ziploc baggy in case Ren wanted to fight you to take a test again. Youd taken plenty, no chance of a false positive.
“Love?” Rens voice boomed from the living room. You could hear him flipping on the TV, probably wondering what channel Odin wanted to watch before taking a nap. “Where are you? Are you feeling better?”
“Yes,” you croaked, cringing a bit at your voice. You padded from your bathroom, throwing on a big black hoodie and sweatpants. Pushing open your bedroom door, met only with your husbands suspicious stare.
“Why are you dressed like a hobo?”
“Nice to see you too, Kylo.”
“Hi, Mommy!” Odin chirped, running from the top of the stairs to come see you. He was still dressed in his school clothes, a few new bruises on his knees. Some grass stains on his shorts, he must’ve had a big day.
“Hi baby,” you smiled at him, crouching down to his level and pulling him into a big hug. Odin was your little snuggler, always wanting to be held by you or Ren.
“I heard you throwing up this morning,” Ren boomed over Odins talk about school, “I brought some soup home for you.”
You whispered a thank you, rocking Odin on your hips. He was so soft and sweet, but getting bigger. In a few months he would be too heavy for you to hold him like this all the time. He was already losing his baby teeth, hair getting longer, growing leaner and taller like his dad was at that age.
You plopped on the couch, keeping Odin to your chest while he calmed down from school. Wrapping a blanket around you both so he would be cocooned.
He didn’t smell like a baby anymore, his skin was losing its baby softness. Cheeks no longer pudgy and small, but growing into his sharper features. The more you thought about it, the harder you clutched him. You didn’t get to see Belle as a baby, only a toddler who wasn’t into being held or coddled by you.
Odin was your baby and now...
“What if we had another kid?” you blurted out.
You watched Rens back tense up, still standing in front of the TV like he was 100. You could count how many breaths he was taking, deep and slow. Exhaling loudly through his nose. You kissed Odins forehead, nuzzling his bangs out of the way, “Kylo?”
“Hm?”
“Did you hear me?”
He turned to look at you, squinting, “I don’t think I did.”
You sighed, looking back at Odin who was now asleep in your hold, “What if-what if we had another baby?”
Ren nodded stiffly, “That’s what I thought you said, but I wasn’t sure.”
“Well?”
He said nothing, moving swiftly past you to the kitchen. You listened to him shed his coat, toe off his shoes, open and shut the fridge, a jumble of other things in order to leave the conversation. Drifting off to the sleep to the sounds of him shuffling about, avoiding you at all costs.
———
You were shaken away, well not shaken. More like stirred, Odin was wiggling in your lap to release himself. While a pair of small arms wrapped around your shoulders from the lip of the couch.
“Mom,” Belle whined in your ears, your drowsiness rapidly being replaced by a headache. You let go of your squirming toddler, leaning into your teen.
“What Belle? I was sleeping.”
“Yeah, I know. You’ve been asleep since I got home from school,” she rolled her eyes. Stomping around the couch to sit next to you, “Dad won’t let us order dinner.”
You heard Ren scoff, “You had pizza yesterday, Belle.”
She shot him a glare over her shoulder, “Well, I don’t want soup for dinner.”
“Belle,” you sighed, “It’s because I’m sick okay, your dad was just trying to be nice.”
She still didn’t let up, getting into a twenty minute argument with Ren about food and her eating preferences. All while your baby fever dwindled when you thought of the chance of having another Belle.
“Fine!” Ren shouted, “Order whatever you fucking want, you’re such a drama queen sometimes.”
You waited in your nook for him, which he inevitably showed up. Dressed down in black jobbers and black t-shirt, face flushed in anger. He sat down dramatically, curling into you.
“I’m sorry she woke you,” he mumbled, the back of his head placed against your forehead. Humming as he felt for a temperature, Ren studied you carefully, probably confused as to why you had no fever.
“It’s okay,” you caught his lips in a kiss, Ren didn’t seem to care. Leaning into you, “I missed you, you’ve been holding Odin since I got home. Haven’t gotten any time with you.”
You opened up your blanket, ushering Ren to curl around you. Both of you sighing in relief when he settled, a head on your shoulder, arms around your middle. A suspicious hand placed on your stomach, right where the new baby bump would be.
Ren kissed your neck, “I found your ziploc.”
“My what?”
“Your pee bag, love the name by the way.”
You chuckled, twisting your face so you could kiss his cheek. Ren hummed in return, pulling you closer together.
“A baby, huh?”
“Yup-another baby.”
“We already have a baby,” Ren nodded towards Odin who was sitting on the floor. Coloring in a workbook from school, laying on his belly while he talked to the TV.
“He’s not a baby anymore, Kylo,” you whispered.
“Can’t you hold Belle like a baby? She still likes to nap with you when she’s exhausted.”
You shook your head, “Nope, she’s not a baby either. And neither are you.” Ren looked around the room, biting his bottom lip with worry, “We could get a dog, one of those little french bulldogs you’ve been begging me for since we started dating. Or a ferret, like the one you saw in the store last week?”
“Kylo,” he looked at you longingly, eyes shining with unshed tears, “We’re having another baby.”
“But-.”
“Ah-uh,” you kissed the tip of his nose, “It’ll be fine, we can clear out your upstairs office. They won’t have to share a room with us, you don’t need two offices anyway.”
“They aren’t both offices, the one down here is a workspace and upstairs is my study. Two different things, that are both needed, we can get a dog. Dogs don’t need rooms or diapers, or college funds...”
“Kylo.”
“What?”
He pouted.
“Fine, I’ll start clearing it out next month.”
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please consider this non-canonical (i’m not planning on Dr. Ren and reader actually having another child after Odin, but this was fun to think about) 😂
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Here it is, chapter one of my baby, my magnum opus. This fic is going to be so long so I hope you guys are buckled up and ready. Each chapter also is accompanied by a literature/media excerpt and five song mini-mix as a YouTube playlist. - Venom
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Title: drowning lessons
Pairing: Harley Keener/Peter Parker
Fandom: Spider-Man (Tom Holland), and MCU
Chapter: One
Rating: Explicit
Content Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Tags: Angst, Depression, References to Depression, References to Drugs, Graphic Drug usage, Addiction, Graphic Usage of Opioids, Dubious Consent, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, brief mentions of forced prostitution, Suicidal Ideation, Suicidal Thoughts, drug overdose, Graphic Depiction of a Drug Overdose, Getting Together, Fluff, Banter, The Euphoria Fic, Blowjobs, Alternate Universe - College/University, Drug Addict Harley, Aged-Up Harley Keener, Aged-Up Peter Parker, Drowning Lessons, Falling In Love, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags Are Hard, Tony Stark Acting as Harley Keener's Parental Figure, Harley Keener Needs a Hug, Underage Drinking, Partying, Purchasing of Drugs, Harley's Nirvana Hoodie is a character
Summary: It all started with a house party and a bad idea, like most things in Harley’s life.
In which Harley takes pills, listens to Nirvana, and doesn't want to be alive anymore.
Falling for Peter is easier than breathing, and also the least of his problems.
(Also known as the Parkner Euphoria Fic)
Mini-Mix 1 for Chapter 1
The Pool Players. Seven at the Golden Shovel.
We real cool. We Left school. We
Lurk late. We Strike straight. We
Sing sin. We Thin gin. We
Jazz June. We Die soon.
- Gwendolyn Brooks
It all started with a house party and a bad idea, like most things in Harley’s life.
He was 14, and it was his first party. Well, not his first party, but his first party with actual high schoolers that involved booze that wasn’t snuck out from a parent’s meticulous liquor cabinet. Harley though, didn’t have much of a taste for alcohol.
The smell of beer on people’s clothes was tainted by memories of his Father. He’d had his first beer when he was 10, given to him by his Uncle with strict orders not to tell his Mother. It was bitter, rancid, and burned as it went down and Harley couldn’t understand how people loved this stuff. Or how his Father had chosen this over their family.
The party was a little ways out from the main road and tucked behind a line of trees that led to a few rolling fields of corn. It was October, and there was a slight chill in the air. The corn had been combined at the end of summer, leaving a desecrated patch of land in its wake. By the time next summer rolled around, there would be stalks nearly as tall as Harley. He was fascinated by the cycle of it all.
Technically, there wasn’t supposed to be any freshman at the party, but he had weaseled an invite from his friend Joey’s older brother, Mike, as long as he followed his strict orders to “be cool.” Harley could do that.
When Harley made his way into the house he watched the different crowds of upperclassmen interact. Some were dancing to the loud thumping of the music playing from the speakers by the TV in the living room, while others were huddled into tight groups, either drinking, or passing a joint around. An ache settled inside Harley’s chest.
Harley committed to his role of being a wallflower and held back from all of the groups as he made his way through the house. He had sat on the couch for close to a half-hour when someone passed him a joint and told him to take a hit. Harley did, and was careful not to choke so he didn’t look green at his first-ever real party.
The joint in question got passed around their circle a few more times until someone put it out. At that point, Harley had taken several puffs and was starting to feel light-headed and fuzzy, but in a good way.
The ache in his chest morphed - it spread warmth over Harley’s ribs and clavicle, but it still burned.
Harley floated through the house afterwards, giggling at nothing, and took whatever was offered. He drank something bitter and sour that made him want to hurl before he was passed something sickly sweet but felt like acid as it washed down. When he finally stumbled out of the house he felt a happy buzz wash over him. He could barely feel the cold nip of the air, and goosebumps raised all up along his arms.
He found his bike where he had discarded it on the grass lawn when he arrived. It was hard to see in the dark, especially with his head swimming, but he managed to pull his bike onto the road. The wind of the night air blew through his shaggy overgrown hair as it fell in his eyes. He biked down the eerily quiet streets of his hometown as the persistent aching in his chest eventually subsided, for the first time since it had arrived. No one was around, and his ears were filled with static due to the lack of sound - a sharp contrast from the thudding bass of the party.
He fell off his bike twice before he got home, and winced as his elbow got scratched up from the gravel. But instead of being frightened, he was elated, he couldn't really feel it. He snuck back into his room through the window he kept unlocked for that exact purpose, and made sure to be as quiet as possible, even though the motor functions in his hand were failing him and it took him multiple tries to get his window up.
He changed his clothes, noting how they smelled, and buried them deep into the bottom of his hamper so his Mom wouldn’t get suspicious. When he finally collapsed onto his bed he felt sated. He was warm, and the rocking of his bed from his head spinning as he closed his eyes lulled him to sleep.
It was probably the best sleep he’d gotten in years.
That was the start, but it wasn’t the beginning.
The beginning was not quite a year later, at the start of summer break. He was invited to a pool party by Mike’s friends. As soon as the sun went down they all changed out of their bathing suits and into t-shirts, and shorts. They relocated to Maddy’s basement - the girl who had been throwing the party. Harley was expecting the alcohol, and the weed. He’d gotten used to it by now, and even knew how to roll one of the best joints in town. He kept a stash in a sealed bag buried deep inside his nightstand that he would pull out and smoke in the backyard by the shed whenever things got overwhelming. Or, for when that well-known emptiness crept into his veins, that instead of making him angry, just made him sad, and desolate.
He was used to the weed, but the pills were something new. He was halfway through a joint that he had matched with a girl he vaguely recognized. She had introduced herself as “Tasha” when one of Mike’s friends stumbled over and sat down next to him. Harley passed the joint over to Tasha. His head was swimming pleasantly, and he grinned over at the guy who he was pretty sure was named Toby.
“Look what Jessica’s sister brought,” Toby said excitedly as he held up a baggy with a bunch of tiny perfectly round blue pills. “She’s like the fucking tooth fairy, I swear to God,” He crowed as he handed a pill to Harley and one to Tasha. Tasha glanced over at Harley nervously, and Harley didn’t say anything until Toby left, probably to go distribute the pills to the other partygoers.
Harley looked down at the pill he had clutched in his palm. It had a ‘5’ etched big in the center, with a smaller ‘325’ carved under it. Harley recognized the pills from health class. It was percocet.
Tasha finished the joint and then stubbed it out on a spare plate that everyone had been using as a makeshift ashtray. “I’m gonna go see what Josh is up to,” She told Harley in a small voice before handing him the pill she had been given. “I’m good with just weed.”
Harley nodded dumbly as he watched her scamper off. He took in the scene of the party going on around him as he stared at the now two pills in his hand. It felt like an old cartoon where there was an angel and devil sitting on his shoulder arguing over what he should do. He stared at it for entirely too long before he said, “Fuck it,” and swallowed one down dry. He tucked the other one into his weed grinder for safekeeping, figuring that even if he hated how it made him feel he could probably sell it to someone at school for a couple of dollars.
The next twenty minutes passed slowly as he waited anxiously for it to kick in, to see how it would feel. He didn’t feel anything for the first while and was gonna accuse Jessica’s sister of being an idiot and buying counterfeit pills when it started washing over him in waves. He went out to the back deck where the pool was, and where it was relatively empty. He sat down on the edge as his eyes went half-massed, and the ribbons of euphoria made their way through his bloodstream.
For a blissful while he didn’t feel anything. Nothing at all. He laid out flat, head facing the water, and started swirling circles in it with his pointer finger. He watched for what felt like hours as his finger caused ripples in the pool.
It wasn’t until later, much later, when Joey was helping him into his house quietly, because he was too fucked up to stand, that he pulled the grinder out of his pocket. He opened it once Joey had gone home and looked at the little pill inside of it. Harley didn’t understand alcohol, but he understood this. He would do anything to feel nothing again.
It wasn’t an all-or-nothing type beat, at least in the beginning. It was more gradual. As the low simmer of Harley’s misery built so did his coping mechanisms. It wasn’t until right after he turned 16 that he was sneaking out to parties every single weekend, coming back high, drunk, or sometimes something worse.
He bought from Jessica’s sister for a while until she left town. Then, he bounced around various dealers getting wildly different qualities. He tried a little bit of everything, and never turned down a pill if it was offered. He passed out in so many different basements he lost track. He could tell that his Mom was catching on to his worsening attitude and sunken eyes. Hell, even he had noticed the weight he had lost and how he was able to count most of his ribs without sucking in anymore. None of that mattered. All that mattered was how he could get rid of the emptiness inside of him, even if it was just for a night, or however long the drugs in his system lasted.
He got a job bagging groceries at the mini-mart downtown. Most of the people that he worked with were college burnouts who sold and did drugs whenever they weren’t showing up for a shift. He bought baggies of pills in the parking lot whenever he got off work with the money he made from his minimum wage. He knew that he couldn’t keep up the delicate balance forever, and eventually there would be a tipping of the scales.
It was a month before his 17th birthday when he ran out of money.
He needed a fix so bad that his hands were shaking and he could barely see straight. He had nearly crashed his bike 10 times on his way over to Tyler’s apartment. He wasn’t the best of dudes, but his shit was always pure, and Harley knew he could deliver.
Once Harley climbed up the steps he walked along the railing until he got to the door that led to Tyler’s apartment. He rang the doorbell as he fidgeted with his hoodie and dug his fingers into his palm so hard he nearly drew blood. When Tyler opened the door he followed him inside, chewing on his lip.
Tyler went back to his room as Harley waited anxiously in the foyer. He didn’t have any money, and he didn’t know what he was going to do. All he knew was that he needed another pill. He needed everything to stop. He bit his thumb as he waited for Tyler to come back out. After a few tense moments, Tyler came back out with a baggy full of familiar pills. He sat them down on the coffee table and glanced at Harley expectantly.
“I can pay you back next Friday. That’s when I get paid,” Harley told him, his tongue feeling thick in his mouth.
Tyler sucked on his teeth and grabbed the pills back up, before Harley had a chance to reach for them. “You still owe me for last time.”
Harley’s stomach dropped. “Right. I know that. Just- ... I can pay you back next week.”
Tyler shook his head. “And what’s in it for me?”
Harley’s eyes widened as he took in the setting of what was going on. “W-what do you mean?”
Tyler shrugged. “How bad do you want ‘em, kid?”
Harley bristled, and brought the sleeves of his hoodie down to hide his hands. He wanted to hide from the situation completely, but knew he’d be right back here tomorrow if he didn’t leave with the pills that he needed. “What do you want?”
“I heard you gave Colson head at the bonfire party a few months ago,” Tyler said, as Harley’s face burned. “You any good?”
Harley counted to 10 in his head. He thought about a lot of things in the time it took for him to count. He thought about his Mom, his Dad, and his sister. He thought about his one English teacher from the previous year who always had an absurd amount of faith in him and told him that he was capable of great things if he just put his mind to it. He thought briefly about Tony and his billions of dollars while here he was broke as shit and questioning his morals. He thought about Colson, who he’d had a crush on for a couple of months, who let him blow him at a party and then told him afterwards that he wasn’t gay, and that they probably shouldn’t do it again. Lastly, he thought about how shaky his hands were and how all of this would be over as soon as he got his hand on the pills. There were five in the baggy. If he paced himself he could last until next Friday when he got paid and he would never have to do this again.
With that resolve in mind, he closed his eyes and dropped to his knees.
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When he left Tyler’s apartment he couldn’t stop wiping at his mouth, and how it felt dirty and raw. He got halfway down the street before he let his bike fall to the ground and bent over to wretch into the grass on the side of the road. He didn’t have much in his system so it was mostly just bile, but anything, literally anything, was better than the lingering taste of Tyler’s cum in his mouth that only served to remind him what he had let him do.
Once he gathered his wits back up, he was able to make it to the 7-Eleven that was only a few blocks away from his house. He parked his bike in the bike rack outside half in a daze, feeling like he was no longer inside his body. He went into the bathroom with his hood up, and made sure nobody else was inside. He wiped down the edge of the sink with soap, and dried it meticulously with the thin paper towels from the machine. He took one of the pills out of the baggie and smashed it until it was basically powder. He spread it with his finger into a line on the edge of the sink and snorted all of it in one go.
As soon as he did he felt the immediate head rush and stinging pain in his nasal cavity that made his eyes burn and well up with tears. He grabbed onto the sink for dear life as he took several deep breaths. He looked up and finally made eye contact with himself in the mirror. His hair was a messy tangle, and greasy, on top of his head. His eyes were bloodshot, and his nose was red, as well as his mouth, which looked rubbed raw. In a certain light, it could have been enticing, but Harley knew that he just really looked wrung out.
He glared at his reflection in the mirror until someone else walked into the bathroom. Harley froze in place and waited till the guy took his position at one of the far down urinals. “Whatever,” he whispered to his reflection as he turned around and left the bathroom, wiping at his nose with the bottom of his hoodie sleeve. The moment he reached his bike he felt it start to kick in and he breathed out a sigh of relief as the telltale rush he had gotten used to spread from his head down his shoulders, all the way to his toes as his chest flooded with warmth.
He just had to make it until next Friday, and then everything was going to be okay.
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The thing was, Harley was a pretty angry person. He wasn’t angry all the time, but the slightest thing could set him off. He had a temper like his Dad, and it was always hard to stop himself from doing something rash, or impulsive. His Mom liked to say that he thought with his fists before his head. His anger was more like a low simmer, on a backburner constantly until something set him off and he snapped. It had only gotten worse since he started the pills, but so had everything in his life. He knew he had a problem, but that didn’t mean he wanted to stop.
Harley had been getting into fights at school for almost as long as he could remember. There was a day in elementary school where he had to wait outside the principal's office with a split lip and torn-up knuckles. He could hear his Mom crying through the door, he could hear her saying how tough it had been since Harley’s Dad had left and it made him feel awful. But, it also kind of just made him want to punch stuff more.
Kids at school were mean, but all kids who are growing are mean, and seem to have endless bouts of nasty shit to say. They picked on Harley because he was weird, and nerdy, and his Dad had left. There wasn’t even a divorce like some of the other kids in his class. He didn’t have elusive tales of two Christmases, or weekends at his Dad’s - all he eventually got was Tony Stark showing up in his garage when he was 9, before he fucked off just like everybody else. Sure, he had decked out his garage, but that didn’t mean much. Tony was a fucking billionaire, it was probably the equivalent of him giving a homeless kid on the street a 5 dollar bill.
Harley got better at learning how to deal with his anger. He also got better at not getting punched, and throwing his own. He learned how to hide bloody knuckles, or bloody noses, and only got pulled into the office a handful of times. They made him go to the school counselor and she said it was a coping mechanism; that the violence was a way for him to act out and ask for attention. Harley thought she was mostly a quack who didn’t actually give a shit about the kids she was supposed to be helping. The fighting had been self-defense, but the pills? He could admit that those were probably the coping mechanism.
Harley thought about his school counselor as he locked the door to his room and threw the baggy of pills that he had worked so hard for into his nightstand, under a pile of books he was supposed to be reading for class and knew he never would. He wondered what she would think of him now, or what he had done. He laughed mirthlessly at the picture of her horrified face as he told her that the school system had failed him, just like his Dad, and just like everybody fucking else.
Despite everything, his grades were good. Harley was smart. He knew he was smart, and that was half of his problem. He stopped having to try in school after the second week of 6th grade. He always showed up, and always finished his work though, even if he was working on his projects high out of his fucking mind. He usually wrote his best papers that way.
Sometimes, not often, but sometimes, he thought about his Dad. He thought about what his Dad would say to him and his pills. Maybe an outsider would draw parallels to him and his Father, from one addict to another. He wasn’t anything like his Father, though. Yeah, Harley had a problem, but he was still here, still doing the shit he was supposed to be doing. He was still a functioning member of society as far as he was concerned and hadn’t ran away as soon as things had gotten tough. His Father was a coward and that’s all he’d ever be.
Sometimes though, sometimes, in the dead of night when he was shaking and sweating from either a comedown, or withdrawal, he would try to discern if his Dad would be sad, if he even gave a shit at all. He wondered if he would be disappointed.
Whenever those thoughts took hold he would just text one of his friends to see if a party was going on, and there usually was. He’d smoke a joint, or take a pill that was offered and suddenly he’d forget all about the thoughts that had previously been consuming him.
But the thing about all of his anger is that he would gladly take it over the sadness. There was a hole inside of him. He wasn’t quite sure when it formed, but it was there. It threatened to consume him whole on nights he was alone and could only stare at the popcorn ceiling of his bedroom. The only time when he didn’t feel empty was when he had some chemical pumping through his veins. So that became his thing.
He couldn’t ignore though, how it was hurting everyone he loved. Abbie and his Mom never said anything, but sometimes it was like they knew. They would give him a look with their sad eyes like they wanted to help him, like they somehow had the capability to heal him. When he came home on certain nights, pupils blown and speech slurred, his Mom would look at him like he was his Father.
Maybe he was slowly becoming his Father.
Either way, it hurt, and he couldn’t stop. The only thing that didn’t hurt anymore was the dizzying rush he got whenever he snorted the pills that he had come to love so much.
There was one night that Harley could remember. He had slammed his bike on the front porch a little hard, and had made a little too much noise coming in through the window of his bedroom. He was high as shit and the world was thick, but buzzing around him. He changed out of his jeans into an undershirt, his hands fumbling and not working right, like they were no longer connected to his brain. When he finally finished his task he stumbled out into the hallway to go to the bathroom before he could pass out for school in the morning.
As soon as he got to the door of the bathroom he could hear his Mom talking in the living room, and he froze. Her voice was muffled, but he could still make out what she was saying. It sounded like she was on the phone with someone, which wouldn’t be an unusual occurrence for her, especially at this time of the night. It always made Harley smile whenever he would come home and she would be gabbing excitedly with one of her girlfriends, or spilling town gossip. This time, however, Harley could tell she wasn’t chatting with her friends.
“He’s just been so withdrawn. I know he sneaks out of the house almost every night and I don’t know if I should let him have his freedom or be concerned.” Harley heard her say, her voice sapped, and weary. “He’s so bright. You know that. I’m worried that’s going to be what gets him.” She paused for a while, so someone else on the phone must have said something. Harley took that time to let his head fall against the door of the bathroom.
Harley had a feeling the conversation was about him and it made him sick. His fuzzy brain was taking in all the words she was saying and knew that he didn’t want her to feel that way. He didn’t want her to worry. But he also couldn’t stop. His brain was whirring all the time and the only thing that ever gave him peace; a fucking reprieve, stopped the voice in his head - the one that sounded like his Father, the one that told him he was a waste of space, that he was nothing - were the pills that he took, or snorted, whichever was easier, or quicker, really. At least when he was high he was a good nothing.
“No, I know. And he’s so good sometimes. He’ll be happy and chatty, and he’s always been so good with Abbie...it could just be a teenager thing. Sometimes I’m just at a loss. I know he needs something, but I don’t know what that is.”
The world to stop turning, Harley thought, with a sudden flash of vengeance. If there was one thing he could write on his Christmas list it would be for the world to stop turning, and for him to stop breathing. But that would definitely cause his Mom more concern and he didn’t want that.
He didn’t want to listen to the conversation anymore, so he made sure to open the bathroom door obviously, and took a few stomping steps inside, hitting his hand on the counter in the process, that way she would be alerted to his presence in the hallway.
He couldn’t make out her voice after that.
Harley stared at his face in the mirror. He took in his red eyes, pupils swallowing his irises, skin pale and sickly. At one point he might have been something to look at, with sweeping blonde hair, and a crooked grin that his Mom used to always pinch and say was her favorite.
He didn’t look like that anymore.
He didn’t even look like himself anymore. His outside finally matched his inside - a hollow shell of someone pretending to be a person.
When he got out of the bathroom his Mom was no longer on the phone, and he couldn’t pretend to be anything other than absolutely exhausted, so he shuffled into his room and fell back onto his bed. He played the words she had said on the phone call over and over again in his head until he fell asleep.
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Harley was smart, brilliant, actually, that was the thing. School was a breeze, but he knew that even though he kept his grades up, every time he snuck back in through his bedroom window his Mom was disappointed in him. He knew that she had no idea what he was doing, but she also wasn’t stupid, and somehow knew he was close to doing something that would throw his life away.
If only she knew that this was the only way he could keep on living. If only she knew he probably would have slit his wrists in the bathroom if those tiny little blue pills hadn’t kept him company, and drove away all the malicious clawing thoughts that flickered through his brain constantly.
Harley had an affinity for building things. He also had an affinity for hacking, which would have been worrisome if he wasn’t good enough to hardly ever get caught. After he burned his bridges with Tyler he started exploring his other options. Hacking into the local hospital’s database was so easy it was almost laughable.
He quickly learned it was going to be a dead-end because they kept all their opioids in a Pill-O-Matix which was an automatic drug dispenser that used doctors’ credentials to unlock it. Even if Harley could somehow bypass it he would have to disable the security cams, and it wasn’t something he could do on a regular basis. It wasn’t worth it.
After that, he did some digging into his local pharmacy, but that was mostly a dead end as well. Their computer systems were out of date, but most of their pill tracking was manual, as it was a tiny small-town pharmacy. If any of their opioids went missing they would surely be noticed.
So Harley started bouncing around dealers again. He knew it was dangerous. But the hole inside of him was just as, if not more dangerous, so he knew what he had to do. He got shitty pills from freshmen with older siblings that dealt; who didn’t know the worth of what they were selling. On one occasion he got a set of pills of oxy that were cut with speed that made his heart race and he felt like he was having a low-grade heart attack for hours.
He didn’t want to be this way - a junkie. But he found something that worked when nothing else had. He could feel himself getting worse and worse and knew rock bottom was just around the corner. But he couldn’t stop. He didn’t know if it was a sick desire to actually hit rock bottom and to see what that felt like, or if his own self-control had finally waned to a point of no return.
It all came to a head a week before his high school graduation.
Graduation parties were popping up all over the place, and Harley wasn’t about to miss any of them. It wasn’t so much that he wanted to see his friends (friends that he could barely even call friends anymore because he didn’t really talk to anyone who wasn’t going to eventually sell him drugs).
It wasn’t even that he wanted to have a nostalgic cry fest with all the people who had tortured him his entire adolescence. He just wanted to get as smashed as possible so he could forget everything. Then he wouldn’t have to think about college, which he couldn’t afford, or all of the stress that came with being on the cusp of adulthood.
He could tell that something was off as soon as he took the first pill. He got high quicker than usual, and he also felt higher than what was normal. He relished the buzz, every second of it, and used his impairment as an excuse as to why he took another one, and another one once it was offered. He was never one to turn down free drugs. By the time the third one kicked in he could barely walk outside. He must have fallen on the grass lawn because one minute he was looking at the driveway that led to the house, and the next minute he was blinking up at the night sky.
He didn’t even realize that he was puking until someone was rolling him over with a bruising grip on his arms and back. The bile that had been clogging his throat rose and fell out of his mouth as he heaved and heaved. He puked into the grass for what felt like ages until he tried to focus his eyes and could only make out a vague blob of a person standing over him.
“Fuck, Harley,” he could hear the voice saying, but it was distant. It sounded like they were crying, but he couldn’t figure out why they would be crying. Harley opened his mouth to speak but when he did he only choked on bile once again until he was forced to spit it out in the grass.
A loud ringing was in his ears and all the talking he could hear was muffled and unintelligible. He started shivering violently and couldn’t stop. The hand that was holding him reached for something in the pocket of his jeans but Harley could barely feel it. He came back to himself enough to glance over with glassy eyes and recognized the person as Joey. Fuck. He shouldn’t be seeing him like this.
Joey had a phone pressed to his ear, and Harley tried to piece all the details together to figure out what was going on but it was hard to think. All he could feel was the sudden pounding in his head and how his whole body ached in a way that made him feel like he had just been run over by a semi.
It could’ve been hours later, or only a few minutes, time was passing weird for Harley. But suddenly he was seeing his Mom. She was pale as a ghost as her face floated in front of him, blocking his view of the night sky. “Mom?” Harley said, not quite believing what was in front of him. Just saying those words scratched against his raw throat and suddenly Harley was so, so tired. All he wanted to do was go to sleep and never wake up.
“Harley, baby.” His Mom said, her cool hands pressed against his face. He was burning up. When did that happen? “What did you take? We need to know what you took.”
“I didn’t take anything,” Harley mumbled out, his words barely coming out as sounds or words. His Mom must have understood because her face turned thunderous.
“What did you take!” She yelled, her voice turning shrill as she screamed. Harley winced and his eyes fell shut until someone was shaking him, causing him to blearily open his eyes again. His Mom and Joey were like little pale-faced moons over his head as he could hardly make out the details of their faces, or why they were looking at him like that, or why they were so concerned. Couldn’t Harley just go to sleep?
“...hospital,” He heard his Mom say distantly. Then jerkily he was being pulled up by two pairs of hands until he was upright. The movement jostled him and his head fell back painfully like a rag doll. The sudden motion caused him to start puking again, and he bent over and heaved on an empty stomach which only made his throat feel like it had been hacked at with razor blades. Every inch of his body hurt.
He didn’t realize he had been put into a car until he was laying in the backseat while Joey held his head, probably to make sure he didn’t choke on his own vomit again. This was one of his worst nightmares. He could hardly think but suddenly he was stuck in a spiral of guilt so strong that it choked him even further. He could taste the bile he had been throwing up all over his mouth and tongue, and could hear his Mom crying from the front seat.
He was so sorry.
Nobody should be seeing him like this. All he wanted was to go home and pretend like none of this was even happening.
“I’m sorry,” Harley said, even though it was hard for him to talk. He wasn’t sure if he was talking to his Mom, Joey, or possibly both. “I’m sorry,” he kept saying in between the tears that were rolling down his cheeks. “I’m so sorry.”
That was the last thing he remembered before he fell asleep.
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When Harley woke up he was in a brightly lit hospital, and was lying in a bed. He had various wires hooked to his arms and he felt like death warmed over. Once he was able to blink through the blinding lights and focus on the room he noticed Abbie and Mom, both sound asleep in their own respective guest chairs. A lump formed in his throat as it settled in his bones what had happened.
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After his Mom woke up they fought for what felt like hours. Eventually, it led to her crying as she said she didn’t know what to do. The pills Harley had taken at the party had been laced with fentanyl, and they had caused him to OD. The doctors had told her that he showed signs of having a long-term opioid addiction and would have to go through detox before he would be released. Harley had denied it vehemently until his Mom had told him to cut the bullshit.
In the time that it had taken him to recover he had missed graduation, and hadn’t been able to walk across the stage like the rest of his classmates. Harley pretended that it didn’t sting.
It was clear that his Mother didn’t know what to do with him, and Harley didn’t know what hurt worse, the fact that she looked at him differently now, or the fact that he had hurt her so deeply. It wasn’t until he went through the detox with gritted teeth and false promises that he would stay clean that he knew nobody really believed, that he was able to go home.
When Harley got to his room, he stopped short in the doorway and stared. All of his stuff had been packed up into bags that were sitting on his bed. He turned to look at his Mom, who was only a few feet behind him, with betrayal and fear. Was she kicking him out?
Instead of answering him right away, her eyes trained on a picture that was hung up in the hallway, just a little ways down from the entryway to Harley’s bedroom. It was a baby picture of him. His blonde hair was platinum then, but still tangled at the top of his head like a bird's nest, and he had a wide smile on his face that was completely toothless and all gums. He could see the tears welling in his Mom’s eyes as she turned back to face him.
“When you first mentioned that you wanted to take a gap year I got in touch with Tony. He gave me his number years ago and said to call if we ever needed him. Honestly, I wasn’t sure if the number was still going to work. I thought it might do you good to go and see him.” Her voice trembled then, “Lord knows he has more resources than I do.” A tear trickled down her cheek, but she continued. “I know you’re not happy here, baby. You haven’t been happy for a while, and I don’t...I don’t know what to do.”
Harley tried to let her words sink in, but they weren’t making any sense. “Since when does Tony give a shit about me?”
“Oh sweetie,” His Mom said, eyes sad. “He’s always been keeping tabs on you. He wants what’s best for you.” She seemed to gather herself together then, and her voice was less wobbly when she said, “I think a change of scenery will do you good. You have a flight to New York tomorrow morning, so you should probably get some rest.”
Harley balled his hands into fists at his sides and glared at the bags that had been packed for him. He was a problem who was being shipped off to New York because his Mom no longer knew how to handle him. He wasn’t sure what Tony fucking Stark was going to be able to do for him. The fact that he had been keeping up with Harley and how he was doing hit him as a shock because he genuinely thought that the man had forgotten about him, or at least, didn’t care for him anymore. He didn’t know how to handle the information that not only did Tony in fact care about him, but cared about him enough to open his home to him and want to help him.
“And what if I don’t want to go to New York?” Harley tested, because he always had to push.
His Mom only pursed her lips sadly. “It’s not negotiable.” She closed his door then, he guessed to give him a semblance of privacy. Not like it mattered, he was sure his room had been cleaned of all his stashes, and all his shit was packed up anyway.
Harley punched his pillow repeatedly, and screamed into it a few times before he ended up curled up in his bed and staring unblinkingly at the wall. If he was miserable in Tennessee he doubted New York was going to be much better.
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