#And like... At one hand yes but like... If he's anxious already about that sorta stuff ... 🤷‍♂️

[beomiracles]

sex with a ghost ft yeonjun

─ dark lustful eyes pierce yours, "still think I'm not real, angel?", he taunts as he moves in and out of you slowly.

A/N ─ heh, hey :3 I've been working on this all evening but I sorta gave up on the proofreading part... it's 1am ok. My longest one part fic yet, coming in at 7.3k words exactly >_< I am DESPERATE to know your thoughts on it !!!!

pairings: ghost!taehyun x psychic!afab!reader warnings: major character death, slight descriptions of character death, ANGST, cheating???, eventual smut, fingering, oral (f rec), vaginal penetration, slight degradation but also praise, multiple love interests if you close your eyes squint and believe.

A screeching sound can be heard echoing through the quiet neighbourhood as your car comes to a stop. You really needed to invest in a new one soon.

Gathering your supplies, you step out to be faced with a large apartment complex. The neighbourhood was foreign to you, though the houses looked to be well maintained.

Climbing the stairs to the entrance you curse yourself for choosing heels today. The doorbell rings, once, twice, you're greeted by an elderly woman's voice through the small speaker. "Hello ma'am, it's y/l/n, from-"

"Oh! Yes of course I know where you're from, come on in!", the doors swing open and you make your way through the entrance. The elevator makes a noise as the doors open on the seventh floor and you walk out.

The elderly lady whose voice you'd heard on the speaker is already standing in the doorway, waving you over. As you reach her you bow, "miss, y/l/n y/n, ma'am". The woman smiles as she introduces herself as Mrs Kang.

Mrs Kang leads you through the small hallway into a spacious living room with a marvellous view of the city. "Tea, coffee?", she asks as she takes place behind the counter in the joint kitchen space. "Just water will do fine, anything else tends to mess with my work", you say as you sit down by the dining table.

Taking out a wax candle you place it in the centre of the table. Around it you lay various dried herbs, the whole thing is finished off with a ring of salt around it. Mrs Kang returns with two glasses of water as she places one in front of you. You thank her and take a sip.

As Mrs Kang takes a seat in front of you she eyes the candle. You bring out a box of matches, "before I start, would you mind telling me about your son?".

The woman nods as she clears her throat, "I...well he passed just two months ago", she says, fingers picking at her cuticles in an anxious manner. "May I ask how?", your voice is soft as you keep your gaze on her.

Mrs Kang swallows, "it was a car accident, he...it was his friend who was behind the wheel", she shakes her head, "my Taehyunnie, he wasn't...he wasn't irresponsible like that he...", tears fill her eyes as she continuously shakes her head.

You offer her a tissue to which she silently thanks you. Wiping her eyes with shaking hands before she finally meets your gaze again. "It's wrong", she states, "I should not have to bury my child...". She holds back a sob as she continues, "I should witness him fall in love, g-get married and...", a sob escapes her throat, "a-and start a family of his own".

"He was so young", she cries, burrowing her face in the tissue. You extend your hand to caress hers. "I know, and I am so incredibly sorry for your loss".

Despite doing this for a living you still felt rather stale in situations like these. It felt as if you were invading a very private and personal part of her life.

As Mrs Kang's breathing slowly returns to normal you try and shift the direction of the conversation. "Why don't you tell me about how Taehyun was?" you give your most kindhearted smile. "What did he enjoy, was he afraid of something, did he have any dreams?"

Mrs Kang smiles, "he wanted to become a singer". She scoffs as she leans back in her chair, "I always told him he would do good as a model, he was very beautiful you know", she says and you nod, "I'm sure he was".

Mrs Kang shakes her head, "but there was no changing his mind, music was his sole passion". "The hours he would spend cooped up in his room, writing his heart away".

So he liked music? "And what about friends? A girlfriend?" Mrs Kang is silent for a moment, "he didn't have many friends growing up", she admits, "he wasn't very social...", a troubled look presents itself on her face, "perhaps I could've done more I.."

"You did an amazing job raising him, I'm sure", you say as your hand gives hers a squeeze. Mrs Kang gives you a thankful smile, "he did find a few friends through music", she frowns, "but he never brought a girl home".

She shakes her head, "but what do I know? he moved out years ago... I just, could never bring myself to do anything with his room...he's my only baby". Her bottom lip quivers slightly as her voice cracks, "and now...now it's all I have left of him.."

"I completely understand, and I appreciate you sharing all of this with me, I know it isn't easy for you". Mrs Kang nods as she blows her nose with the tissue before discarding it. "Whatever helps you maybe get in contact with him, I'm willing to do anything", she says, a hopeful look on her face.

"Then shall we get started?" you bring out a match, lighting it as you place it next to the wax candle. As the flame takes to life you blow out the match and place it down on the table.

You close your eyes as you take both of Mrs Kang's hands in your own. It doesn't take long before a familiar feeling fills your chest. It's sharp, pushing at your ribs, it feels as if they're about to crack, but it doesn't hurt.

That's how you know that there's something else present, someone else. "Kang Taehyun?" you ask and the surge in your chest grows tighter, you smile. "My name is y/n, I'm here with your mother", you can feel Mrs. Kang's grip on your hands tighten.

"He's here", you say as you open your eyes, "do you have any questions for him? anything you want him to know?". Mrs Kang nods, "I want to tell him that I love him..", she whispers, almost pleadingly. You nod.

"Your mother tells you that she loves you, Taehyun", you await his answer. The spirits never spoke verbally, but would send off different auras, they each held different emotions.

The surge in your chest suddenly felt warm, you smile, "he loves you too". Tears once again fill Mrs. Kang's eyes as she lets out a small sob, "ask him if he's happy, please, I need to know that my baby is alright".

You refocus your attention to the surge in your chest, "your mother asks if you're happy, Taehyun". You're unable to hide the surprise on your face as the pull on your chest immediately darkens, it's almost painful, you've never felt something quite like it before.

Mrs Kang is quick to notice the change in your expression, "what? what's wrong?", she asks worriedly. You shake your head as you close your eyes. The intensity of the surge grows with each second, "he's not happy", you admit and Mrs Kang lets out a small cry.

A soul lingers between the living and the dead for one of two reasons, it can stay behind to watch over loved ones, or it is unable to move on. Judging by the dark pull on your chest you would assume the latter. "Taehyun, why do you linger?", you ask, eyes closed.

The pull on your chest starts thumping rhythmically, almost like a heartbeat. It's quick, harsh, angry. Your eyes snap open, and your hand grips the collar of your shirt.

Mrs Kang immediately stops crying as she looks at you with a horrified expression, "what's wrong dear?" she exclaims. You shake your head, "I've never felt anything like this before", you admit as you take a deep breath.

The thumping is so loud that you fear your eardrums might burst. Quickly leaning forward you blow out the candle and everything comes to an abrupt stop.

It takes you a moment to recollect yourself as your breathing returns to normal. When it finally does you look up at Mrs Kang, "may I see his room?".

Taehyun's room is neat, it feels almost melancholic, frozen in time. Your hands graze along the the shelves filled with albums of different artists. His closet was empty, to be expected. Your gaze lingers on a piece of paper discarded on his desk.

Picking it up you study the words scribbled on it, the handwriting is neat but most of the words have been erased or drawn over. It looks to be lyrics, was it a song he worked on?

"That one was no good", a voice speaks. You shriek, immediately dropping the paper. As you turn around you're met with a young man, possibly in his early twenties. His short black hair lay messily atop his head, his eyes are dark as they study you. Hands digging deep into the pockets of his denim jeans.

"What the fu...who are you?", you ask as you take a step back, your legs hitting the desk behind you. The man raises an eyebrow, "thought we met already".

It takes a moment for you to piece together his words and his comment about the paper in your hand. The way he was standing so causally... as if it were his own room.

"Kang Taehyun?"

He smirks, "in the flesh, well not really". Your jaw goes slack as you stare at the man in front of you. "But...that's not possible, you're...you're",─"dead?", he asks to which you nod.

He shrugs as he takes a step toward you, "your black magic seems to have done a lot more than you expected it to". His dark eyes pierce yours as his brow twitches slightly, "I'll give you that though, I never really believed in the supernatural".

Your mind is still in shambles as you try and make sense of the situation, "how are you here? it makes no sense..". You blink, once, twice, but he remains. You close your eyes for a solid thirty seconds before peeking them open. "You're strange", Taehyun comments and you feel as if your legs are about to give out.

"This can't be happening", your hands claps around your head, "I must be going crazy, yeah that's it, I'm hallucinating". You let out a short laugh, "I really need to get more sleep, I'll take a nap as soon as I come home, yes, that'll solve it".

"Do all psychics talk to themselves?", he asks as he tilts his head. You breathe in, then out, "you're not real", it's a statement not a question. And just like that Taehyun vanishes, the tension in the room slowly lifts and you feel yourself relax as you blink a few times.

Then he suddenly appears again, closer, so close that you could touch him. "Then what am I?" he inquires. His pale hand reaches out to graze yours and you jump, knocking the decorations on his desk.

"Is that not real?", he asks to which you shake your head. Taehyun frowns, he looks almost as if he's about to say something but stops himself. He vanishes, but in less than a second he reappears, now sitting on his bed.

You're about to speak again but the sound of the bedroom door opening has you snapping your head in said direction. Mrs Kang enters, "is everything alright? I heard a noise..."

"I'm fine but I...", you begin as you turn toward the bed, it's empty. Taehyun was gone again.

Mrs. Kang thanks you over and over as she promises to treat you to dinner whenever you wished. You too, thanked her immensely for her hospitality and made sure that you would let her know should anything happen.

You didn't tell her about Taehyun, you were sure it had all been a hallucination. It was true, you were sleeping a lot less these days. You didn't know why, you had never had a problem with insomnia before but you suppose that surrounding yourself with the dead had a certain effect on people.

Still, it didn't explain the fact that you had felt his touch. His hand had been cold, hard as if made out of steel. It was like his whole body was frozen in time. Lucid hallucinations were not something you'd heard of so how...

Thinking that all you needed was a good nights sleep, you made your way home. The keys jingle in the lock as you twist them around in your hand. Kicking your damned heels off, you stumble into the kitchen.

Your hands still had a slight tremble to them as you poured yourself a glass of wine. Drinking on weekdays, alone, wasn't usually your forte but you figured that you needed it if you wanted to get any sleep tonight.

Bringing the glass to your lips you take a sip. "Didn't take you for a drinker", Taehyun's voice is loud, it feels as if its coming from within you. It startles you and the glass slips out of your hands and shatters onto the floor. Red liquor coating the wooden planks.

"Fuck", you look up to be met with Taehyun's figure on the other side of the countertop. "You followed me?". Taehyun shrugs, "if that's what you can call it".

You frown, this was way out of your level of knowledge. You had never heard of a spirit taking a physical form, even less clinging to a host. Were you the only one that could see him? Was that why he vanished when Mrs Kang entered the room?

"I don't understand...", you study his face, unable to read it. "I wish I did but it seems I am as clueless as you are", he says as he leans his forearms on the counter.

"I...I did nothing different today", you mumble as your mind retraces the events of the day. "Then how are you able to take on a physical form? granted I'm not going crazy of course".

"I couldn't, not before at least", he drawls, "then you came along", he smirks, "and suddenly I could". You thought you might've officially lost it now.

You cross your arms, "it doesn't explain why you're following me of all". He frowns, "you're the only one who will listen", he leans closer over the countertop, "I thought you knew that already".

I'm the only one who will listen? He had to imply that others did not see nor hear him. You chew on your bottom lip nervously, "you have to excuse my manners earlier", he grins, "it's been ages since I last had human interaction".

His words make your eyes snap back to him. That's right, he wasn't human, not anymore. He was a ghost, and the only reason he was still here was because he's either watching over someone, or he's unable to move on.

"Why don't you let your soul continue? Why do you still cling to this world?" you ask. Taehyun's expression visibly darkens to the point where he almost looks demonic. "I've got unfinished business here", his words are almost inaudible.

"Unfinished business? what kind?" you press for answers but Taehyun remains quiet. "Does it have anything to do with your mom? your friends? your music?". Every question has his muscles tensing further until he slams his fist down on the countertop, "quiet, please".

You gulp, his knuckles leave a small dent in the marble stone but his hand remains untainted. Despite his harsh outburst another question bubbles at the surface that is your mind. You can't help but ask it.

"Was...was your death not an accident?"

Taehyun's dark eyes find yours as he locks them in place. It feels as if the room temperature dropped at least ten degrees and a shiver creeps up your spine. Yet you stand your ground as you refuse to break eye contact with the ghost.

It's quiet for what feels like forever until the soft rattling of keys from somewhere in the hallway grabs your attention. "Babe, 'm home", a voice calls out and soon Yeonjun comes into vision.

He's carrying two bags of groceries as he sets them down on the countertop. "Hey, you okay? you look like you've seen a ghost", he says as he makes his way around the counter to you.

"I...", you eyes flicker between your boyfriend and the now empty spot where Taehyun had previously been. "Shit, what happened here?", he asks as he bends down to pick up the remains of the wine glass. You had completely forgot about that.

"Oh, right I...I'm just tired I, I was going to clean it up", you rush to help him but a hand on your wrist stops you. "Go rest, babe", Yeonjun smiles as he gives your forehead a kiss, "I'll make us dinner, yeah?".

After the two of you have eaten you offer to do the dishes since Yeonjun had been nice enough to cook for the two of you. Yet you felt your hands trembling as you turned the plates over in your hands.

The whole day had put your body in a state of constant unease and you felt watched at all times. Lean arms wrap around your waist causing you to jump in surprise, the plate falls out of your hands and down in the sink again. Luckily it doesn't break.

"What's wrong, babe?" Yeonjun asks against your neck as he presses a soft kiss to it. You shake your head, "it's just been a long day", you say, and it's partly the truth. Your boyfriend hums as he turns the sink off, "I'll finish it up, do you want me to stay the night?".

Not even thirty minutes later you're laid in bed, your boyfriend's arm draped across your waist as the comforting sounds of his snores fill the room.

Though you hadn't seen Taehyun since earlier that evening you still felt that he was there. You didn't know why but it put you on edge and it wasn't until the early morning hours when you finally fell asleep.

You wake up the next morning to an empty bed, as you make your way into the kitchen the dishes are done for you. A small note is placed on the fridge, "leftovers packed in the fridge for lunch, don't forget to eat, ─ love Yeonjun".

You smile as your fingers trace the outline of the small note. Glancing over at the oven clock confirms the fact that you had indeed slept in. Though your next client wasn't until this afternoon, it gave you plenty of time to get ready.

You don't see Taehyun, not when you shower, blow dry your hair, eat your breakfast or do your makeup. Leaving your supplies in the car the day before meant that it was only for you to get going. One last look in the mirror and you're off.

The google maps on your car glitches a couple times making your way to the client's house a huge detour. Nonetheless you still manage to make it in time.

When you arrive you're greeted by the younger man who'd called. He looked your age, perhaps even younger. He led you through the small hallway and kitchen into a cute living room.

The house spoke to you in many ways and you found yourself admiring the paintings on the walls as you waited whilst he brought the two of you some water.

He sits on the sofa across from you, wiping his hands nervously on his pants. You smile, "I understand that you have called me regarding your late grandfather, correct?", he nods.

"He passed almost four years ago...", he says as he looks down at his hands. "May I ask how?", your voice is soft as you place your hands on your lap. "Cancer", he says and you nod, "I am incredibly sorry for your loss", you reach a hand out to grab his.

His eyes widen as they travel between yours and the way your hands interlinked. "If you trust me, I will be happy to reach out to him for you", you say and the man nods.

"I will require both of your hands", you say as you extend your other hand, he quickly takes it. His hands feel sweaty against your own, probably nerves you thought.

Closing your eyes you search for that familiar pull on your chest. When you find it you instantly smile, the pull is soft and gentle, like that of an old person.

"Mr Park, my name is y/n, I'm here with your grandson", you say. The pull on your chest instantly blooms into warmth. "He's here", you smile.

As you blow out the small candle the pull on your chest seizes. The man is quick to thank you over and over. You notice how his hands still haven't let go of yours.

"He likes you".

Taehyun's voice is a stark contrast to that of the man in front of you as he sits on the sofa next to him. If you were surprised by his appearance the man in front of you hadn't seemed to notice.

You frown toward Taehyun, but his gaze is fixated on the man next to him. "I uhm, I wanted to say that I really admire the work you do.." he says shyly and you smile.

"What an ass kisser", Taehyun comments in a disgusted tone, "he just wants to get you in bed, it's written all over him", he grimaces. You ignore him as you offer the man a smile. "Thank you", you say as you squeeze his hands in an attempt to make him let go.

He lets go as he nervously begins to fiddle with his fingers, "I was hoping...no, wanting to ask if...", he clears his throat nervously, "if maybe I could see you again?" You nod, "if you would like to request my services again that's completely fine just-"

"No I...I was wondering if I could see you...", he says as his face flushes with color. Oh. Taehyun scoffs and averts his gaze, arms folding over his chest.

"I'm uh, I'm afraid that's not possible", you say as you rub your wrist awkwardly. He quickly nods and clears his throat, "right, of course, it's quite alright", he reassures as he stands up. "I'll see you out?", you give him an awkward smile as you nod. "That would be nice".

Despite having had a shower that same morning your body yearned for a second one. The sweat of that man felt as if It clung to you and the whole situation had been so awkward that you just wanted to get in the shower and wash it all off.

The warm water cascaded down your body and your ran your fingers through your hair. For some reason you found your mind wandering to Taehyun and you didn't like it. He made you feel an unexplainable way.

He had pestered you all way home, dodging all your questions about him and somehow always managing to turn the conversation around on you. Only for him to disappear once the car parked outside your apartment.

"He was practically fucking you with his eyes the whole time", he said as he leaned back against the leather of the passenger seat. You roll your eyes, "he wasn't".

Taehyun snorts, "how would you know, you kept your eyes shut the majority of it". Your hands grip the steering wheel tighter, "what's it to you anyway?".

He looks you up and down as he grins, "nothing really". You sigh, "then why bring it up in the first place", you mumble as you keep your eyes on the road ahead. Taehyun doesn't answer.

The warm water did little to ease the tension in your muscles and you turned the shower off and got out. Wrapping a towel around your body you begin running your hands through your wet hair.

A cool sensation against your neck has you spinning around only to be met with nothing but air. You frown as you turn back to the mirror, grabbing the blow dryer as you plug it in.

A cold hand on your shoulder makes you jump and you turn around to come face to face with Taehyun. "What the fuck!" you shriek as you pull the towel closer around yourself.

"Just because you can appear at your own will doesn't give you the right to invade my privacy", you retort as you cross your arms over your chest tightly.

A smirk creeps its way up on his face, "this is the least I've invaded your privacy so far", he says as he takes a step toward you. "You think?" you snap back.

Taehyun tilts his head to the side before vanishing. His voice echoes through your mind, "would you rather I stay up here?". The sensation has your head pounding and you press a palm against your forehead. "No, get out", you order and to your surprise he complies.

A fragment of a second later he's in front of you again, a smirk on his face. He reaches a pale hand up to trace your jawline and neck. His fingers are cold as they leave a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

"What are you.."

"I like you".

His words have your eyes widening but Taehyun's expression is indifferent. "What?" Your tone does little to hide your disbelief.

Taehyun's thumb grazes your bottom lip, and you let him. Why? you didn't have an answer. "I said I like you", he repeats as his hand falls back to his side.

You shake your head, "you don't, you're confused, it's normal your soul is in a transitional state". He chuckles, "you think you got me all figured out huh?". You frown, "what are you implying?".

He takes a step closer, cold chest almost touching your warm one. "I'm...drawn to you", he speaks slowly, as if choosing his words carefully. You sigh, "because I'm the first person you've interacted with since your death, it'll pass", you assure.

"Really?" he asks, a playful grin on his face. "What am I to do until then?" his lips form into a slight pout. You were sure he could hear your heart literally pounding out of your chest.

The sharp ring of your doorbell has him gone in a second. You breathe out a heavy sigh of relief. Remembering that you had ordered takeout before your shower quickly has your mind shifting. Pulling on a robe you make your way to the door as you retrieve your food. Sitting down on the sofa, you pull out your phone to text Yeonjun.

"Come over tonight."

The bed squeaks in rhythm to the deep thrusts of your boyfriend as he pounds you into the mattress. Bare legs wrapped around his waist your long nails claw at his back.

His hand grips onto the headboard as the other gently caresses your cheek. "Look so fuckin' gorgeous tonight, babe", he groans as his face contorts into one of pleasure.

Your lips part in a soft moan as your back arches off the bed. Sex with Yeonjun was bliss. It always seemed to get your mind off things and relax you.

His head dips down to kiss and suck at your neck and your eyes flutter closed in pleasure. When they open again your heart almost stops as you find Taehyun's eyes staring right back at your own.

Hands in his pockets he leans against the wall as he looks at you. Only you, it's as if he's not even registering that Yeonjun is present. His gaze moves from your fucked out face, down your naked body. It stops at your core, as Yeonjun's cock slides in and out of your throbbing cunt. He stares shamelessly, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

Your grip on your boyfriends hair grow painfully harsh earning a soft groan from Yeonjun, "need more?", he asks. You nod, your eyes locked with Taehyun's as you speak, "yes, need it so bad".

The night Taehyun had watched you get fucked out by your boyfriend had been the last time you saw him. Four days had passed without as much as a peep from him.

You were relieved, ready to put it all behind you. Writing it off as a weird hallucination of sort. It must've all been in your head. Though a part of you, a very small part, felt weird.

It wasn't that you missed him, you thought. But something was gnawing away at you every moment spent without even feeling the presence of his soul, tugging at your chest.

You had even for a split moment considered to bring out your supplies and summon him yourself. Thought you quickly discarded the idea again.

Your days were slow, uneventful and almost boring. Yeonjun was away on a business trip and you had spent the past nights alone in your dark bedroom. He wouldn't be home for another three days, you groaned at the thought.

Scrolling mindlessly on your phone as the late evening turns into early night. You didn't have any clients tomorrow so you didn't see an issue with staying up.

By 2am your eyes finally began to feel heavy. Putting your phone away you pulled the blanket over yourself as you got comfortable. You had almost drifted off into a deep sleep when the light squeak of the floorboards made your eyes snap open.

Sitting up, you pulled the covers closer to your chest as you squinted in the darkness. It was quiet, but you knew that you weren't alone. The tugging sensation in your chest had returned, he had returned.

"Taehyun..?" your voice is barely above a whisper but a soft hum coming from somewhere in the room confirms your suspicions. Carefully reaching over, you flick on the lamp on the bedside table.

The room is immediately cast in a dim light as Taehyun's figure comes into vision. He's standing exactly where he had been, four days ago.

Was it bad that you were relieved to see him? Probably. Yet you couldn't hide the smile etching its way to your face.

Something was different about him, you couldn't pin point it until your gaze met his. Dark eyes were piercing yours much like they had the first time you met, but this time they held something else, lust.

You barely have time to blink and he's by your side. Standing next to the bed he towers over you from where you're sitting. Cold fingers slide under your chin as he turns your face up.

Your lips part in surprise as your eyes widen, "T-Taehyun..?". His thumb pulls at your bottom lip before he lets it go. He lets out a frustrated sigh as he takes a few steps back.

Left confused you shift awkwardly on the bed. "What's going on...?", you whisper, he doesn't reply. It's strange, you hadn't seen or heard from him for four days and now, he just shows up acting all strange without even speaking to you.

"Listen Taehyun, I..", your words get stuck in your throat as he suddenly appears in front of you. Your back is pushed against the headboard as Taehyun cages you against it. Arms on either side of your head, his hands grip the headboard tightly. His knees hit the soft mattress as he straddles you.

"You what?", he asks, his voice is low, rumbling from deep in his chest. You swallow, "I...uhm...I...", your eyes shift from his own to his lips. Your tongue subconsciously darts out to wet your lips as your gaze travels back up to his eyes.

Taehyun lets out a frustrated groan as he mumbles something under his breath. You can't make the words out and before you know it his lips are on yours.

Your eyes widen but only for a moment before they flutter closed. His lips are cool against yours, but it's not unpleasant. The kiss is tender but it's full of desire. A sense of longing and yearning emits from him as his lips move softly against yours.

Though Taehyun is quick to pull back, he studies your face for a reaction. You bite your bottom lip softly as your gaze falls on his lips. "One more", he breathes out before crashing his lips against yours once again.

This time he doesn't hold back as his tongue forces its way inside your mouth. You happily comply as your lips part, your hands find their way to his hair, tugging softly at the ends.

Teeth clash together as Taehyun presses himself impossibly closer to you. His hands move from the headboard to gently cup your cheeks. His touch is electrifying.

But is it right? Your mind goes to Yeonjun, your boyfriend. You had a boyfriend for christ's sake, yet here you are making out with...with a ghost.

Could it count as cheating if he wasn't even a real person? You didn't know, and in that moment you couldn't bring yourself to care.

Taehyun is first to pull away as you chase after his lips, a soft whine emitting at the loss of him. He smirks, "so eager", he coos as his thumb massages your saliva coated lips.

His other hand finds the end of your blanket as he pulls it down. You're wearing nothing but your satin nightgown, it barely reaches your upper thighs. Perked nipples prominent through the thin fabric.

"Don't tell me you've been getting this dolled up every night", he mumbles as cold fingers trail along your collarbone, down the centre of your chest.

You shiver as you squirm under him, "you wear this for him too?", he glances up toward you. You bite your lip as you shake your head no. You usually wore something more comfortable to bed, but the past four days had been affecting you greatly. Perhaps it was the absence of your boyfriend, or maybe it was the absence of the soul you had grown so accustomed to in such a short time.

Taehyun hums in approval as he pushes the thin gown over your hips, revealing the white lace concealing your aching core from him. Index finger finds the hem of your panties as he pulls it up, "and these?".

Your face flushes all shades of red as your eyes meet his, "they're new..", you whisper. Taehyun lets go of the fabric wrapped around his finger, it snaps back against your skin.

"A shame for them to get ruined on their first wear", he says as he presses his thumb against your clothed clit. A soft gasp escapes your lips as your thighs twitch slightly. "But you don't mind do you, angel?"

The nickname catches you off guard, and it makes your cunt clench around nothing. His other hand rubs small circles on your hip as his fingers on your clit move your panties to the side.

"Knew you'd be fucking perfect", he slides two fingers inside of you without much struggle and you arch off the bed with a whimper. The hand on your hip holds you back down against the mattress as Taehyun watches his fingers slide in and out of your dripping pussy.

"That boyfriend of yours aint enough?" he tilts his head as he looks at you, your lips parted as soft moans spill from your mouth. "Greedy fucking bitch", his fingers curl inside of you making you cry out in pleasure, "one guy aint enough for you?"

You shake your head, "n...need you", you whimper. Taehyun hums softly, "you will". He retracts his fingers making you whine at the loss of contact, "let me taste you first, dollface".

His fingers are quickly replaced by his soft breath as he inhales the scent of you. "Smell like fucking heaven, angel", he groans, "bet you taste like it too".

Your thighs clench around his head as he presses his tongue flat against your clit. Hands in his hair, you force his face closer to your throbbing cunt. Soft whines and moans leave your lips and when he inserts his tongue you swear you see stars.

Air wasn't a necessity for Taehyun and he used it to his advantage as he devoures your cunt like it was his last meal, ironically enough it could've been.

Cold hands caresses your plush thighs as they tremble under his ministrations. A familiar feeling fills your stomach as your climax approaches. Taehyun looks up from between your legs and you swear that the way he looked at you almost made you orgasm on the spot.

"Gonna give me a taste of your heaven, angel?"

You whimper as your orgasm cruises through you, Taehyun is quick to greedily lick and feast on your high, his nose stimulating your clit as he does in an almost taunting way.

Once your legs stop trembling he finally sits up, wiping his face with the back of his hand. You're left a panting mess as you lock eyes with him. "Can you give me one more, dollface?" he asks as one of his hands palms himself through his jeans. You eagerly nod.

His smirk is the last thing you see before he grabs you by your thighs, pulling you down so that you lay flat on your back. Propping himself up on one arm Taehyun leans over you, fingers brushing a strand of hair out of your face as the tip of his cock prods at your cunt.

He leans down to connect your lips with his as he slides himself inside. Thick cock stretching you out in a blissful way, you moan against his lips.

"Greedy fucking pussy sucking me in like it's been starved", he says as his lips move down your neck and collarbone. He moves slowly, filling you out with each thrust. "Bet it has", he says as he teeth graze the flesh of your breast.

"Your boyfriend is sloppy", he grunts as he thrusts back inside of you, "doesn't know that he's got heaven right in front of him". His mouth finds your nipple through the thin material of your nightgown, twisting and pulling it between his teeth.

You whimper and feel yourself clench around him, pulling a groan from Taehyun as he sucks marks onto your chest and neck. One of his hands travels down your thighs, pushing it up, allowing him to sink deeper into you as you both moan in union.

"Shit angel, you were made for me", he breathes out as your lips find each other in a messy exchange of kisses. Pulling away for a short moment, his dark lustful eyes pierce yours, "still think I'm not real, angel?", he taunts as he moves in and out of you slowly.

"Just shut up and kiss me", you moan as you pull his lips back down on yours again. You can feel his smirk against your lips as he snaps his hips against yours, earning a loud cry from you.

Your breath grows short and ragged as you feel your second orgasm of the night approach. Taehyun's thumb finds your abused clit as he rubs it teasingly. "Gonna cum for me a second time, angel?"

Your cunt throbs around him as you release all over his cock, hands pulling at his hair as a soft whimper escapes your lips. Taehyun's teeth graze your skin as he buries his face in your neck, a low groan leaving his lips as he finishes deep inside of you.

The sensation is unlike anything you've felt with anyone before, not even with Yeonjun. Taehyun rests his forehead against your as he waits for you to catch your breath, the perks of being dead you suppose.

His gaze remains lustful as he studies your face but there's something else too. The back of his hand gently caresses your cheek as he speaks, "my room, on the desk, top drawer to the right, there's a blue USB stick, take it".

His words confuse you, but he doesn't let you overthink it as he reconnects your lips in a soft kiss.

When you wake up the next morning Taehyun is gone. At first you think that the previous night might've just been a feverish dream, but the mess that were your bedsheets and your missing panties told you otherwise.

A warm shower later you're sat by the TV. Taehyun's words from the night before still ringing in your ears. "USB stick, desk, top right drawer", what did significance did the small device hold? There was only one way to find out.

You still knew the way to Mrs. Kang's apartment, she greeted you with a smile. After a rather long moment of small talk you find yourself in Taehyun's room.

Heading straight for his desk you pull out the top drawer to the right. And just like he said there it was, a small blue USB stick, you take it.

When you arrive back home you rush to your computer, as you plug it in a small set of files pop up. Curious you click the first one, at first it's dark, you frown, was it broken?

Then an image floods the screen, no a video, your eyes widen, it's a dash cam. More specifically it's the dash cam of the car that had taken Taehyun's life.

Anxiously you skip ahead, it's not until a few days later when the event actually takes place. Taehyun passes by the front of the car as he makes his way to the passenger seat.

While in the car you can only make out their voices, the engine roars to life as the car starts moving. They drive for a good thirty minutes, their conversation shifting between ordinary subjects.

It's not until they make it out on the highway that things start going wrong.

"Hey, slow down", Taehyun says. The car is visibly moving faster than the ones surrounding them. "I'm trying!" his friend then exclaims, his voice slightly panicked.

"What the fuck do you mean? Just slow down!", Taehyun's voice rises, and his friend curses under his breath. "I fucking told you I'm trying, it's not working the brakes..."

You close your laptop. You don't want to see what you already know is bound to happen. Though it's clear that someone messed with the car beforehand.

Taking a deep breath you reopen your laptop, clicking off the file you go back in time. It takes you a couple of hours to go through all the footage but then you find it.

Almost five days earlier, a man you don't recognise comes into frame. He walks around the car a few times, slowly, cautiously as he scans the area.

Then he gets inside, so he had a key? You don't exactly know what he's doing but you know enough to be certain that he's not fixing the oil. After a mere five minutes he exits the car and leaves.

That's what Taehyun wanted you to see. It wasn't a car accident, it was murder. And the person guilty was yet to be caught. It would explain why he wasn't able to move on.

You had to get this USB stick in the right hands. And that's exactly what you did.

The footage proved to be crucial evidence directly linking the man to the crime. He had turned out to be a direct family member of Taehyun's friend.

When Mrs Kang found out she was heartbroken. Though she thanked you immensely for finding out the truth behind her son's passing. You continued to visit her regularly after that.

You never saw Taehyun again, but every now and then a warm pull at your chest would remind you of his gratitude toward you and that he was forever indebted to you.

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[sugawhaaa]

♡Thinking of JunHan as your boyfriend♡

🎠Fluff head canons🎠

We all know Junnie is very quiet and timid and he still generally would he around you but he would still be more open and expressive around you

You'd be his comfort space, he would love to just snuggle into your arms

Matching pajamas! You'd have tons of matching clothes but the main ones you wear are your matching blue, penguin pajamas

Acts of service and physical touch are his main love languages.

Junhan is the type of boyfriend to get you little snacks like cheese and crackers or packaged snacks at midnight.

I feel like you'd also have a lot of movie nights where you just gather up as much food as physically possible and munch on it while watching k dramas or movies.

He wouldn't talk about you to the members much (expect for O.de idk I just feel like he'd talk to him about you a lot) but that's only because he'd rather keep your relationship private

That means Junhan would also call you by your name or Nickname in front of other people but when by yourselves he'd call you things like baby, my love, angel etc

He'd hold your hand a lot, he'd give it little squeezes too.

If he noticed you seemed rather anxious about something and he was already holding your hand he'd squeeze it softly a few times to basically say "I'm here for you"

As for dates he'd like to take you for walks or the beach.

For a first date or anniversary or smth he'd take you to places like an amusement park, coffee shop, dairy bar or the movies. All very romantic places.

He'd be your little cuddle bunny at home, you could just give him a hug while he's working and he'd just let you hug him for as long as you want.

He'd get you little gifts every once and a while too, just little things like your favorite soda, or snack, maybe even like a Keychain

Junhan would remember everything you say. If you say one day that you need new sunglasses he'll come home the next day with three new pairs of sunglasses

I think he'd sing you to bed a lot or read a book aloud to you.

~Scenario~

"Bunny," you said as you leaned on top of Junhan. He was doing some writing, extra work from home. But you wanted to cuddle so bad though you knew he needed to get this work done you just couldn't help but want to cuddle your little bunny. He sighed

"Yes?"

"Are you almost done?" You whined as you wrapped your arms around his neck and you set your chin on his shoulder.

"Yes, and I'll cuddle you when I'm done,"

"Yay! You always know what I want," you said, squeezing him tighter.

"I love you," he said, patting you on the head.

"Love you too," you smiled.

◇Spice head canons◇

He's also a switch but would be very soft as a bottom or a top.

He is very quiet and this would also be true during sexual time with him

When he's being submissive the most sounds you could get out of him would be a quiet mewl

At first Junhan wouldn't really think much of being sexual, he'd have a mindset sorta like "I don't have a desire to fuck but if you want me to I can,"

But after the first few times he'd get addicted to the way you moan his name.

Junhan would constantly ask for reassurance when doing anything to you. Even when giving oral he'd try to ask you if he was doing it right by stopping and looking up at you but that ended up in him just accidently overstimulating you.

You'd be so close but then he'd stop and ask if you were comfortable or not and you just beg him to continue.

I do not think he'd like to be called "daddy" at all but he would like to call you mommy

The first time he called you that you were giving him a handjob and you ended up praising him a crap ton after he said that so now he calls you that all the time.

He wouldn't be into making you beg for anything, if you wanted something he'd give it to you as for him begging

He generally likes to

We all know that Junhans fingers are long and extremely attractive so you'd often ask him to finger you which as I mentioned early your wish is his command.

I think he'd generally like toys, he'd like to experiment with them and see what made you react the most.

Junhan would also be fond of mirror sex, being able to see exactly what makes you feel best.

Lingerie wouldn't intrigue Junhan that much I don't think. He'd find you pretty and gawk at you for a while before just making you see stars.

After like one or two times of having any type of sexual contact he'd know your body inside out and he'd often use that to his advantage

He found that if he teased you and used his fingers everywhere but the right places when he does abuse your g-spot you cum a lot more and tend to enjoy it a lot more. He takes note of everything

~Scenario~

"Junhan please," you begged as his long, thin fingers hit every spot inside you besides the one you wanted. He finally caved in and went straight to that sweet spot. Making you grab his hair in pleasure. He used every tactic he knows that makes you contort in pleasure and it was embarrassingly quickly that you cummed on his fingers.

"Good girl," he praised softly with his two fingers still inside you slowly moving around. As you caught your breath he pulled his fingers out and observed the liquid that covered them. He spread his fingers apart and brought them back together watching as strings of your cum connected his fingers. He kept his two fingers apart and put his tongue between them as he looked up at you through his hooded eyes. That simple action made something inside you flip.

"So good," he hummed "just for me," he smirked.

{Aftercare}

Honestly I don't think he'd exactly know how to act.

He knows that you're rather sensitive everywhere after sex but he wouldn't know what to do about it at first.

After a while he learned that you either just want to sleep or get a nice relaxing bath

He'd get you a bath prepared easily and he'd sit and talk to you while you were in the bath.

But if you chose to sleep, Junhan would get out a book you've been reading together and make you lay on top of him while he softly reads you a book while playing with your hair.

~Scenario~

You were curled up in Junhans arms on his bed still trying to catch your breath.

"I made such a mess," you chuckled softly.

"I'll clean it tomorrow," Junhan said, still running his fingers through your hair. You two argued about which one of you was going to clean the sheets tomorrow before Junhan asked "do you want a bath or sleep?" You thought for a moment.

"Just wanna sleep, right here," you said, patting his shoulder. He laughed.

"Okay then, want to keep reading Percy jackson?"

"Hm, not tonight," you said as your eyes fluttered shut. "Can you sing?"

Junhan did as you asked and started softly singing "she chose me" by bruno major and continued to play with your hair gently.

Thank you for reading!!!

A/N: I was hoping to post this in bias order which it is so far but Junhan and gunil are my wreckers so I was hoping to post them in the same day but it's not happening

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[sl-newsie]

A Normal Christmas (Riff Lorton x OC) *Christmas Special* 🎄

Summary: Riff has never had a ‘normal’ Christmastime, so his girlfriend takes him around to finally get a Christmas tree.

“Wait. What?” I ask in a deadpan tone.

“You hoid me,” Riff replies from the couch. “Never had a tree.”

I blink, my jaw still dragging on the floor. It’s currently December 23, and every time I’ve visited Riff this month I keep waiting for him to get a tree for his apartment. And there’s still no tree! I got so anxious I finally just flat-out asked him why he hadn’t got one yet, only to find out he had no clue why he needed a Christmas tree.

“How are you so calm about this? How have you never had a tree?” I ask with wide eyes.

Riff lets out a deep sigh and shuffles over to the kitchen. “I donno. It’s just…” He scratches his head. “My family’s never really done Christmas.”

I scrunch my nose. “Never done Christmas? How does that even happen-? Oh.” My face falls and realization washes over me. 

Riff chuckles. “Grow’n up with little spare change can’t really buy Christmas. After my dad died I just sorta forgot about it. I know it’s supposed to be all grand and exciting, but to me Christmas is just like any odda holiday.”

“Oh my God. Riff, I’m so sorry.” I walk over and take his hand. “I’m sorry Christmas isn’t as special for you. It’s a time-a year that’s supposed to be with family and friends, good food and decorations…” An idea pops into my head and I start dragging him to the door.

“Wait- Wha-? Holly, whaddya doing?” Riff tries to ask.

“All this mope’n around stops now.” I open the door and grab my coat. “Tonight I’m gonna take you to get a Christmas tree.”

The handsome Jet chuckles and tries to wave it off. “That’s real sweet-a ya, Holy. But you don’t gotta-”

“Yes I do!” I stop to face him when we reach the stairwell. “Riff, you’ve never had a real Christmas your whole life. I wanna make it up to you because I luv you. Please?”

Riff goes to argue, but when he sees my pleading eyes he shuts his mouth and rethinks. Instead of answering, Riff wraps me into a tight hug.

“Gee, doll. I donno how to thank you.”

I smile. “You can thank me by helping me carry the tree home. Now let’s go!”

The nearest tree lot is only a few blocks away, and as soon as we enter the gate Riff is already confused.

“So they chop the trees down, drive them here and just… leave them out?”

I nod as I look over a nice and sturdy spruce. “Yeah. Since folks in the city don’t got nearby woods, it’s easier to bring them here. Whaddya think-a this one?”

Riff takes a good look at the pinetree I’m presenting that’s almost as tall as me. “Is it supposed to be small?”

My smile falters by a fraction. “Well… not really. But the bigger the tree the bigger the price. I can only afford a table topper tree.”

The Jet scrunches his face. “A table topper tree? What the heck does that mean?”

“It’s a tree that rich folks put on their dining tables for decoration.”

Riff’s jaw drops. “You mean that whole tree goes on a flip’n table? Jeez, this tradition is weird.”

“Do you mind the small one?” I ask in an uneasy tone.

“I think it’s poifect, Holly.” Riff gets a grateful smile on his face. “Now let me hold up my end-a the bargain and carry it home.”

“Let’s hurry!” I start to shiver. “I hoid there’s supposed to be snow tonight.”

Back at Riff’s apartment we find a spot for the tree by the window. Since it’s small we only have to use cinder blocks to keep in place. Once we’ve finished, Riff gets an odd look.

“Looks good, right?”

I smirk and start pull’n out the box I brought from home. “We ain’t done yet, Lorton. We gotta decorate it.”

“With wha-? Oh my God. How much did you bring?”

I let out a carefree laugh as I set out strings of popcorn, a few cheap ornaments, some tinsel, and an old angel.

“A few things from home. I made the angel when I was a kid. And-” I skip over and hand the angel to Riff. “You get to put it on the top!”

Riff gently takes the angel as if I’d just given him a hundred dollars.

“Holly, this… this is the greatest gift ever. Thank you!”

I let out a laugh. “Riff, I’ll admit your gratefulness and enthusiasm is appreciated, but it’s just an angel.”

He gawks at me and sets the angel down, then cups my face in his hands.

“Holly, this ain’t just an angel. It’s you give’n me a real Christmas that’s so special. I don’t even know what gift to get you to say thank-you.”

I wrap my arms around his head and press a kiss on his cheek. “You already did, Riff. You gave up rumbles, you made peace with the Jets. Just the assurance of know’n you’ll come home in one piece is a gift in itself.”

We each lean in to hug, a few seconds go by, and Riff stays silent. After a while I feel him starting to shake and move away to see tears streaming down his worn face.

“I- You- This… I donno what to say, Holly.” He looks to me as a lost sheep who found its shepherd. 

I use my thumb to wipe away his tears. “A simple Merry Christmas is plenty enough. Just remember to be the grateful man I know you are, especially around this holy season.”

Riff chokes down more tears and whispers: “Merry Christmas, Holly. I luv you.”

“I know. I luv you too, Jet boy. Now let’s finish decorating this tree before you eat all the popcorn!” I hold up a finger before Riff can argue. “Don’t think I can’t see you snacking on it behind my back! It ain’t for eating, it’s for decoration.”

Riff rolls his eyes. “Alright, alright. Do I still get to eat the cookies you brought over?”

My grin widens. “Yes! I’ll go get them, be right back!” I dash into the kitchen and retrieve a red tin from the counter, then turn around to find that Riff has followed behind me and is waiting with a puppy-eyed expression.

“Can I have a cookie, please?”

The scene almost makes me burst out laugh’n. “The once vicious, fearless Jet leader is begging me for a cookie? Wow, times have changed!”

Riff shows mock offense and tackles me in a hug. “They’re your Christmas cookies, and the best ones I’s ever tasted. Now will ya let me have one or will I have to use other methods to get one?” He starts tickl’n my sides and I go into spasms of laughter.

“Riff Lorton- stop- Stop it! Here here- take it!” I cackle as I shove over the cookie tin. Riff removes the lid and his eyes light up at the sight-a the bright-frosted cookies. “There. Happy now-? Oh!” Before I finish, Riff shoves a cookie into my mouth and then takes one for himself.

“Oh my God,” he mumbles as his eyes roll back in pleasure. “This is without a doubt the best thing you’s ever baked, Holly.”

After I’ve chewed and swallowed my cookie I give his hand a squeeze. “Thank you, Riff. Now that you’s had your sugar high can we finish decorating?”

Instead of answering, Riff sweeps me up and carries me back to the tree. “‘Course we can, doll. Just curious- whadda we do once it’s decorated?”

“You put gifts under it and open them on Christmas morning,” I explain as I resume hanging ornaments.

“Oh. Alright.” I feel Riff come up behind me and outta nowhere he rolls me beneath the branches. “There! You’re my gift, Holly!”

I blink. His pun is sweet, but the thought-a be’n Riff’s Christmas gift is even sweeter. 

“You’re my gift too, Riff.” I take his hand and bring him closer to join me under the beautiful but humble tree. “Merry Christmas, Jet boy.”

Riff pecks my lips and gives me a genuine smile. “Merry Christmas, darling.”

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[thicksimpx]

Pairing : Issei Matsukawa (Mattsun) x Reader

Summary: For the Omertá Mafia collab .. there's still time to join if you want just send me a ask and make sure there isn't already more than 2 pics for the character .. anyway, this is some Mattsun brainrot , I’ve been having withdrawals with the lack of content for him ,

Warnings: 18+, mature content, mature language, masturbation, sorta kinda phone sex, Hitman Issei, dirty talk while on the job 😂, mentions of cheating.

Tags - @festive @luffysthickwaifu @dejwrites @gabzlovesu @indiecursor @rinhoes @imperatorkhaleesi @bookwormsenpai @po3ticb3auty @ry0m3n @mizumikira @cherrykamado @ceeriusly-dumb @littlemochi @nyremei@simpliheavenli @hhawkz

“What’s up?” Issei breathes heavily to the phone answering your sudden call. You pause, voice caught in your throat at the baritone voice sending chills down your spine. “Babe, you’re gonna have to hurry this up.. I’m handing business”

“Issei” you whine needily into the phone. “I need you to.. keep talking.. please” 

“Fuck I missed the sound of your voice. Where’s your husband?” He says gruffly. You whimper in response, rapid breathes falling from your lips.

“Stop talking about him and help me” you lowly snap. He always had to be petty.

“Well sorry Mr. CEO can’t please you, but clearly someone couldn’t wait.” He chuckles. 

“FaceTime me, let me see my kitty “you hum in an agreement, propping up your phone to give him the perfect view of his “kitty” anxious to see his face. As the FaceTime call connects you hear Mattsun suck in a sharp breath.

“There she is” he coos into the phone smiling. “You look pretty baby” he smiles. You notice the blood stains on his face and collar and feel your cunt throb. Why does crime turn me on? Down girl.

“I can wait and call you later .. you’re obviously busy” you fake pout hiding your lower half from him. 

“Aht, they’re dead, the guys are searching the building. show me what you were doing when you called me”

You admire how his face flexes with his laugh. You wished you could be with him. But the circumstances.. your marriage was arranged for you, you met him too late, and he was dangerous…. It wouldn’t have been possible. Playfully rolling your eyes, you lean your phone on the mirror you were sitting in front of. 

Issei’s brows raise at the sight of you with your legs gaped open and a lilac-colored dildo, with the tip hooked between your folds, ready to be used “Ohh, a show .. for me?” 

“Yeah.. and You know I’ve been thinking a lot lately ..” you start, as spit on the toy. “I want someone that will fuck me like he means it. Someone that will bend me over my husband's desk and fuck me. “you slowly pushing the toy into your squelching cunt

“Uh huh, and who’s this someone you want sweetheart?”

“You” you moan twisting you wrist with each slow pump of the toy.

“Me?”

“Yes you” you moan. “And when that bitch is working at that desk I’ll imagine us fucking on it. I’ll be reminded that you fucked me in the one place that fucker cares about most” you whine picking up to pace

You fail to notice mattsun shuffling around, tucking the phone in his pocket as he continued talking to you. “Imagine this..” he pauses “your legs gaped open on top of that desk, right in front of me as I sit in that cheap leather chair.” You whimper, running your hands up your body to palm your breast.

“Hands going up your thighs, under one of those cute little skirts you always wear..” he huffs, and you hear a shot go off.

“Issei?” 

“I’m alright. Don't stop, are you close?” He asks. You nod forgetting he can’t see you. 

“We’ll put on a show for that limp dick bastard. Those pretty fingers pressed against his office window as I fuck into your pretty little kitty from the back for everyone to see. You’ll like that right?” He asks and you don’t bother to flinch when more shots go off. 

“Fuck the desk” he shouts. With the way he’s huffing you can tell he’s running but you don’t stop stuffing your cunt with your toy, getting off on his heavy breathing, imagining it was him filling you up and not that stupid piece of plastic.

“I want him to hear you begging for me, I want you to look him in the eye while you tell me that Pussy belongs to me. You’ll do that for me right?” 

“Yes..” you cry out, legs trembling but wrist relentlessly abusing your own cunt with the toy. 

“Oh shit” you and Mattsun say in sync and his phone falls, called ending after the sound of a string of shots go off. You question if it was wrong if you to keep going but how could you stop when you were so close. So close yet so far, you really needed Issei.

Orgasm drifting away, You were about to give up, but your phone rings and it’s Issei calling back. When you answer he flips the camera to show you the bodies on the floor. “I told you I was alright, now put my kitty back on the phone so I can see her cry” 

Your cunt twitches making the toy move and he smiles. You spread your legs wider slowly pushing the toy in and pulling it almost all the way out before twisting your wrist and speeding up. 

“There you go baby you’re so fucking close” he groans. “Let me see that kitty cum, cum for me pretty girl” 

Your moans are breathy, it feels so good, you vision blurs for a second and leaves you choking and gasping for air as you cum harder than you have since Issei left. 

“There you go baby,” he coos watching you take the toy from your cunt and lick your cum from it just how I liked for you to do with your fingers. “Watch when I get home …” he whispers “you better do it just like that when I get back. I wanna see it right in-front of me”. You go to speak but your mouth is left hanging up when another string of shots goes off and you hear a man yell. “Look babe, I gotta go but if you need to get off when Mr. CEO goes to sleep.. you know who to call” and with that he hangs up.

As wrong and as deranged as it was, you were excited to hear from him again, even if it meant he was committing crimes with you on the phone. Smiling at your phone as you sent them pictures you took earlier you didn’t even bother to look up when the door opened.

“So .. you want to tell me who that was?”

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[waitingonavision]

@thatsimpforfictionalcharacters​, I’m posting your request here because the more I think about it, the more uncertain I am that it actually fits your prompt, and I want to save your ask in case you’d rather a different kind of fic, or art instead. If you do like the story, then great! :’D AO3 link.

Content warning for descriptions of minor, accidental injuries (tiny puncture wounds and a bigger cut from fabric scissors), and a mention of a sewing needle; also, Agustín is a self-conscious teen with self-conscious/anxious thoughts.

...

I’m Sew Taken with You

Agustín takes a deep breath, fingers brushing imaginary dust off the small square box in his hands.

This is for you. This is for you. This is for you. Ay, did words get harder?

With every careful step forward, a new doubt breaks the surface of his mind.

For one, what is he thinking? He’s fifteen; all ungraceful limbs and pimple scars across his cheeks and chin, a voice that still cracks. Julieta is a full two years and eight months older; beautiful and poised, respectable and mature. A Madrigal to boot. Dios, what if she laughs? No, she’s far too kind to do that. She’s so incredib— Focus. Okay. Worse: what if she… just accepts his present because she feels like she should?

And oh, while he’s at it, he’s sure he chose the wrong color. Why had he gone with cerulean? And the design! It’s sloppy, isn’t it?

Yes, he should turn back. He’s a disaster. Right, just go home. He can rip out the thread and start over, he can—

“¡Buenas, Agustín!”

—Or not.

As it turns out, even when his feet aren’t getting in the way of each other, they’re betraying him in other ways. Like being too used to carrying him swiftly to the healer’s stall.

Hands. He’d wave one if he wasn’t afraid of dropping the box. “¡Bu-buenas!” (And has his voice always sounded this weird?)

Julieta’s dark curls are pinned up in a loose bun, and she’s packing away the day’s scant leftovers. The hairstyle makes her look a little older than she is, the professional that she is, and yet. Agustín wonders: What’s the word? Timeless?

“—Are you hurt…?”

He swallows and gives a vigorous shake of his head, watches a relieved smile bathe his crush’s face in an ethereal light. Yeah. That’s the one. Timeless.

“But. Er.”

Doña Madrigal’s eldest child raises a lush eyebrow, the curve of her mouth faltering. Breathe, Agustín reminds himself.

“I-know-this-is-kinda-y’know-random-sorta-I-mean-no-argh-anyway-this-is-for-you-Julieta.”

Nailed it.

Somehow he manages to give her the box without it—or himself—spontaneously combusting.

“Oh, Agustín…” She looks at him, down at the present, then back at him.

Oh, Agustín. Oh, Agustín what? Oh, Agustín, are you kidding me? Oh, Agustín, I’m sorry, I can’t. Oh, Agustín, I have a boyfriend. Oh, Agustín, I’m betrothed—and there he is behind you! Oh, Agustín, I’m only a figment of your imagination. Oh, Agustín, Agustín, Agustín…

His thoughts are going so haywire that he just catches Julieta’s lips starting to move again. Here it comes. Dios, he prays, have Mer—

“May I… open it?”

—cy. What. Absolutely. Oh, wait. Her smile.

“Sí!” He squeaks, clears his throat. “Sí, Julieta, please do.”

The young woman pauses for good measure to wipe both hands on the reverse side of her apron. A quiet oh! slips out as she removes the lid and lifts the item inside. It’s a bolsa con cardón. Agustín had made the pattern, sewn the bag, and along its edge embroidered a string of music notes: from the piano piece he’d played for Julieta the other week. The look on her face while she listened was…

“Tan hermosa.”

“Estoy de acuerdo,” Agustín whispers, before he’s able to stop himself. “I, what I mean. You seemed to like the song I played. Those are the notes... you’ve probably realized that already.” He reaches up to tug at his collar. “Er, do you like it?”

“Of course I do! Thank you.” Then she scrunches up her nose a bit, and he dies from the cuteness of it. “Pero, I’m not sure if I would have recognized the notes if you hadn’t said something. Maybe you can— you are hurt!”

Julieta scrambles to set down the present with as much consideration as possible and grab a buñuelo from their basket, leaving the gangly teenager stuttering to gain her attention.

“Ay, no- wait. Por favor.”

Holding up his hands is a mistake, a too-late realization, because it offers the healer a full view of his injuries. And despite her huff, she waits for him to explain himself.

“No es nada. Really. I always nick my fingers when I sew. The cuts’re annoying.” Because there are so many of them, he says to himself, unnecessarily—it’s pretty obvious that there are many. “But they’re very small. Pues, this one’s from the scissors... No, it’s nothing! No need to use your food on me.”

He means it. Takes enough of her food as it is; refuses to be the kind of person who sees Julieta over the most minor scrapes.

Still, he doesn’t pull away when she captures his hand, when she turns it over between her warm palms, examining the older, tiny brown scabs he couldn’t be bothered to cover and the newer ones that he did, including the seven-centimeter-long slash left by his fabric shears.

Her touch is the only thing he’s aware of. The pressure of her fingertips, the feeling of them brushing over his knuckles; eyes searching for…? Well, he’s no medic. Somewhere in his mind he questions if maybe he should have played up his recent mishaps, just a little…

“Ay, Agustín.” Now those big brown eyes looking at him.

“You’ll live,” she teases, not letting go of his hand. “But I still… I have the power to heal through my food, ¿sabes?” There’s a tinge to her cheeks. “Small cuts or not, you got hurt, and I want to heal you.”

Agustín can feel himself nodding. That makes sense. It’s what she does, after all, right? It doesn’t mean…

But once she’s picked up the buñuelo again, she seems to pause, hesitating to pop it directly into his mouth like she would, like she’s done before…

This time, it’s like…

Ah. Doing what he hopes is right, he takes the fritter from her gently and holds it aloft as though he’s Hamlet. “O fair Julieta,” he exclaims. “Even now, you end up taking care of this pelota with your fantastic cooking.”

He receives a laugh; but, before he can eat the buñuelo on his own, she plucks it away.

“Actually, it’s better if I do it.”

Casting him a slightly more audacious look, her cheeks stained pink in a way they’ve never been, Julieta brings the morsel to his lips. Agustín bites into the sweet, cheesy dough, trying to return her gaze without being too, too awkward about it. All the needle-pricks on his fingers, the gash from the scissors, close in an instant, leaving whole flesh behind. Several insect bites he didn’t know he had disappear with a tingle.

Good as new.

Agustín smiles at Julieta, saying in earnest: “Thank you.”

She smiles back, links their fingers together, and pushes the rest of the buñuelo into his mouth.

#encanto #agustín madrigal #julieta madrigal #asks #thatsimpforfictionalcharacters #my writing #my fics #stuff i've posted #🌙 fic and art requests #apologies for the title #gus is a himbo isn't he #fic: i'm sew taken with you

[peach-the-owl]

Please, please, please more Dad Caduceus fics! Whatever you are in the mood to write!

YES! I 100% AGREE! MORE DADUCEUS CONTENT!

Whatever I’m in the mood for you say? Well I do have something in mind 😁

Meet the Clay’s

Child of the Nein (Caduceus & Child!Reader)

You stared at the different statues that surrounded the area, they looked so real and lifelike, looking over you see Caduceus staring in a mix of shock and sorrow. Following his gaze you see more of those “statues” that look eerily similar to him, that’s when it clicks in your head but you don’t have time to think about it long as a large metal-plated bull-like creature emerges from the tree line. You prepare yourself for a fight…

~Yeah I’m not writing the fight scene, sorry~

You used whatever spells you had left to help patch up anyone who was injured, since you weren’t quite strong enough to cast Greater Restoration like Caduceus or Jester. Speaking of Caduceus you look over to see him decertify two of his family members and you’re suddenly feeling extremely shy to actually go over and meet them yourself. Sure Caduceus has told you plenty of stories about them and how great they were but to finally meet them in person made you feel slightly anxious. Besides, Caduceus probably wanted a moment with them to catch up first so you’d give him the space to do so while you continue to look around the area…

The group makes their way inside the cave and instantly your marvelling at the scenery, crystals growing along the walls, pools of water below catching the light and adding a shimmering effect to the cave, and the gold veins that spread around the area. All this along side the eerie silence made for a hauntingly beautiful sight.

“I don’t think we’ve done a full introduction of your friends here, if you wanna…” You’er pulled away from your wonderment, ears flicking up, when you hear Cornelius speak. Everyone goes around introducing themselves, it got a little confusing when it came to Fjord but they were able to sort themselves out… sorta. When it was finally your turn you suddenly feel all shy and nervous again, seeing them look at you curiously.

“You look oddly familiar.” Constance remarks, getting a better look at you. “Yes, I see it now. You’re from the (l/n) family, aren’t you? I’ve met others of your family before.” You wanted to feel some form of hope that maybe some of your family really had survived when she said this, but you also knew this must’ve been some years ago… you’d seen the damage, you knew you were the only one left.

“I am, or… I was…” You say softly, your features drooping a little in sorrow, your eyes training on the ground. A pair of arms carefully wrap around you and lift you off the ground, Caduceus’ familiar grip on you has you instinctively leaning yourself into the comforting touch.

“It’s ahh, quite the story with this one.” He starts, his parents patiently waiting for him to continue, heck even Calliope perked her head in interest. “I guess for starters I should say that this is (y/n). They’re the last member of their family. I found them injured, alone, I couldn’t just leave them so I umm, I’ve taken them into my care, and they’ve been with me ever since.” When he finishes his little story he looks at you with a gentle gaze, you stare back for a second before nuzzling yourself against him again. You then feel a hand place itself against your shoulder, looking over at Constance again.

“You have our condolences little one.” You nod and place your hand on top of hers until she lets go. It was already pretty late into the evening and the days activities had really worn you out, you didn’t even realize you had fallen asleep until you woke up next to a still sleeping Caduceus, not wanting to disturb him you carefully shuffle away and into the larger area of the cave where you see his parents and Calliope already awake and moving around with Eremis, helping to make some breakfast.

“Well good morning, (y/n). Care to help us?” Cornelius gestures you over with a bright smile. You happily agree and get to work, conjuring up some herbs with your Druidcraft to add a little extra flavour to the more simple meal being prepared.

“I feel it a bit early to ask you this, but…” Constance trails off a second making you look to her curiously. “The last I saw of your family, Corrin and I had started our journey here to the Menagerie. We’ve been close friends with them for… years. I know it’s hard but is it alright if I ask what became of them?” She had pulled you off to the side and sat you down at a the makeshift breakfast table, soon enough you’re joined by Cornelius and Calliope as well, both seeming to be just as curious.

“Well it was… 5 maybe 6 years ago now? I can’t really remember, I’m not good at telling time.” You say a little sheepishly.

“That’s alright, we’re not too good at telling time either.” Cornelius jokes a little, getting a small laugh out of you.

“Umm, what I do remember is there was this tribe of forest giants that came to the area. At first nothing much happened, we thought they were just passing through but they showed up one day and started destroying our homes. My family tried to calm things down and find a peaceful solution but… they wouldn’t listen. Everything happened so fast, all I can remember after that was my mother telling me to find help at the Blooming Grove and a lot of running and hiding.” You fiddle with your fingers as they take in your story.

“You made that long journey all on your own?” Constance asks in surprise.

“Uh-huh, I’d never been to the Grove before, but I’d heard plenty of stories. I think the Wildmother was watching over me when I finally found it and that’s when I met papa-I mean, Caduceus.” You can feel yourself blush at your small slip up. There’s a soft pat on your shoulder, looking back over at Constance, she gives you a knowing smile.

“I gotta say, guided or not, you’ve got some real guts to be able to make that trip all on your own.” Calliope says, giving you a side smile and gentle nudge.

“Thanks.” You smile back at her. By now the others had finally woken up and join you but don’t hang around for long as they get to work restoring others from their stone prisons. When you see Caduceus again, he’s accompanied with who you assume are his other two siblings, you go to approach them slowly but the youngest of the three bounds up to you first.

“Hi there! You look so cute, I’m Clarabelle, what’s your name?” She greets you with a bright smile, you can’t help but smile back.

“I’m (y/n)! It’s nice to meet you.” You greet back. “Your hair is really colourful.” You quickly add making her brighten up even more.

“Thank you! Oh, I could show you how I do it and you could hair like this too.” She beams at you, only to pause in her giddiness when Caduceus comes over.

“Glad you two are getting acquainted so quickly, but please try not to overwhelm my child.” He says, earning a gasp from her.

“Wait wait wait, your child? Does that mean I’m an auntie? Caduceus why didn’t you say anything?” She barrages him with questions as he shakes his head with a small chuckle.

“Hold on, what! You have a kid?” His brother looks at him shocked. “But how is that possible? You’re so… you.” You look at him confused, Caduceus giving him smirk.

“Right because adopting a kid who’s been with me for a good 5 years isn’t a viable option.” He says matter-of-factly, his brother begins sputtering nonsense at this. “Look I know I just unfroze you, but try to keep up.” He adds cheekily, patting his brother on the shoulder. You giggle at their antics, it’d been awhile since you’d seen this side of Caduceus, his more mischievous personality not being shown too much while you traveled with the Nein.

“Hi, I’m (y/n), it’s nice to meet you.” You introduce yourself, holding out a hand.

“I umm, good to meet you too. Name’s Colton, I’m not sure what Caduceus has all said about me but I guarantee you I’m the cooler one.” Colton returns the handshake but doesn’t make full eye contact with you as if to emphasize his point.

“Keep telling yourself that.” You hear Caduceus mutter, making you giggle again.

“Boring introductions done. Let’s go see if we can find some berries to dye your hair.” Clarabelle butts in, whisking you away.

“Actually, I think I know some flowers that could work just as well, if not better.” You start, she pauses and looks at you curiously. “I could make some with my Druidcraft if you’d like.” Her eyes practically sparkle with excitement as she nods vigorously. Without wasting another second you get to work conjuring up some flowers. You don’t know how long the two of you were fiddling around with the new dyes, some of your hair sporting some new colours, but eventually you both join up with everyone just in time to see Corrin restored back herself… mostly.

After a few awkward “thank yous” the Clay’s gather around Caduceus to give him a hug, but not before he notices you standing off to the side a bit and pulls you in next to him to join them. So much love is put into the hug and it just felt so natural to be a part of it yourself, placing a lazy but happy wag to your tail. It was nice to be part of a family again.

That’s all she wrote folk! Yes, I’m aware there’s more to the actual episode and few more cute moments between Caduceus and his family but I didn’t know how to get to all that smoothly. Sorry 😣 Let me know if you wanna see more, idk…

#critical role #critical role & reader #mighty nein #the mighty nein #mighty nein & reader #caduceus clay #caduceus & reader #nothing romantic here

[thesecretomoblog]

Omo Questionnaire--Emmett

Emmett

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general / casual (regular everyday peeing behavior lol)

What’s their preferred place to pee? (bathroom, outside, container…etc.)

He HATES peeing anywhere other than into a toilet. It feels absolutely disgusting to him to have to go anywhere else. The only reason he’ll pee in a different location is if the only other option is wetting his pants— Which is FAR more revolting to him. 

2. Do they prefer to pee standing up or sitting / squatting? At home or in public?

Standing up. He doesn’t like having to touch the toilet with any part of his body. Sometimes he even uses toilet paper to lift up the lid and seat before he goes to minimize the skin-contact. There is nothing that will make him sit down when he can stand.

3. Can they aim well (or at all)? Which hand do they use? Both? None? 

He has great aim. Accidental splashback is unacceptable in his eyes, haha. He uses both hands to guide his stream, because it feels more stable to him. 

4. Are they vocal or quiet? Do they get chatty if there are people around?

He’s pretty embarrassed by the fact he HAS bodily functions at all, and thinks people will be grossed out to hear him talk about how badly he needs to pee, so he tries to stay quiet about it if he can. He’s learned recently that his girlfriend Nova actually thinks he’s CUTE when he’s desperate, which he doesn’t really understand, but he doesn’t hide it from her as much anymore. 

He does sometimes moan while peeing, too. If it feels really good, then he just can’t help it. 

5. Do they have any unusual bathroom habits? (whistling, leaning against the wall, pants all the way down when standing, looking at memes on their phone, etc.)

He’ll sometimes sorta hold his breath in a public toilet because he’s worried about breathing in the germs… But, it usually takes him longer to empty his bladder than he can hold his breath, AND he can’t stop himself from moaning if he’s feeling extra relieved, so this doesn’t really work. 

6. Do they take their time or do they try to get done as quickly as possible?

Sometimes he will try to finish fast if he’s in a public bathroom, because he wants to leave as quickly as possible. At home where he feels more relaxed, he’ll always take as much time as he needs. 

7. Are they pee-shy? Do they get embarrassed? If yes, in what situation and by what? (the sight? the noise? people knowing they have bodily functions?) In front of whom?

He’s honestly pretty surprised by this, given how anxious he constantly feels in general, but Emmett actually RARELY gets pee-shy. There are only two things that really lock him up. One is if somebody is directly beside him while he’s trying to go— And even so, he can usually get it started eventually in that situation. And the other is being talked to, that makes it really hard for him to concentrate on what he’s doing. 

8. Do they prefer to go in groups or do they want to be alone / need privacy.

He prefers to have privacy, but doesn’t mind if there are other people around, so long as they stay quiet. He gets annoyed if someone talks to him while he’s going. 

9. If they use the men’s room, stall or urinal? Do they stick to the unwritten bathroom etiquette? (no talking, no looking over, leaving a urinal gap, etc.)

Usually he’ll use a urinal, so that he doesn’t need to touch the stall door or the lock. And, he hates lifting the seats in public restrooms since he never knows what’s under there, but also feels that he HAS to lift the seat up if it’s already down because he would hate to leave a mess on it for the next person. So, the urinal is easier for him and his anxieties. 

He never wants to have a conversation while urinating. Being talked to while he’s mid-stream really irritates him and makes it difficult for him to keep letting it out. He never looks over at anyone else, and will always leave a gap if it’s possible. 

10. Do they refuse to use certain bathrooms? (too dirty, too crowded, wrong type of toilets?)

There are a LOT of bathrooms he’d refuse to use. Gas station toilets are always horrible and he’d never go into one if he can help it. Portable toilets are basically Hell to him, and he’d rather pee basically ANYWHERE else— He’d even consider peeing his pants to be a step up from going into one of those things. 

If there are puddles on the floor he can’t identify, he’s going to need some coaxing to go into the restroom before he has an accident. If it smells particularly bad, he’ll be really reluctant to use it… If there’s no soap in the dispenser, that’s a problem too… 

He’s picky, haha. 

11. Have they ever peed in the pool (except as a baby)? On purpose or not?

No. The thought of being surrounded by his own pee like that REALLY grosses him out. He likes to swim, and it takes a great deal of effort for him to push the fact that other people are probably peeing into the water out of his brain so he can enjoy himself. If HE peed in there too, it would be impossible to forget about it. 

12. Do they pee in the shower / bath and would they admit it if someone asked?

No. He takes super long showers sometimes, too. He has sort of this whole ritual thing he has to do in there before he feels properly clean, and if he makes a mistake he feels like he has to start it all over from the very beginning. A shower can take anywhere between thirty minutes and an hour. And yes, sometimes the running water noises make him have to pee, but he holds it until he’s finished. If he can’t wait, he gets OUT and pees into the toilet before going back in. He tries not to do this though, as a pee break wrecks the process in his head, and guarantees that he needs to restart.  

13. Have they ever locked someone out of a bathroom / kept them from going?

Yeah. He and Shelby don’t always get along so well…They’ve both kept one another from peeing a few times when in the midst of an argument. 

14. Have they ever peed in the opposite gender bathroom? (if applicable) 

Nope. He wouldn’t feel comfortable doing it. Since he HAS to stand up, his anxious brain will force him to go BACK and forth to repeatedly check that he put the seat back down, convincing himself that something terrible will happen to him if he forgot. 

15. Are they okay with or used to peeing outside? Do they do it often?

He doesn’t like to pee outdoors. He’s done it a few times in emergency situations, but he doesn’t like it at all. Outside-pees only happen if he seriously just can’t wait anymore. 

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desperation / wetting (yk, the actual omo stuff)

16. How do they say “I have to pee”? Are they blunt? Do they use weird euphemisms? Do they get offended if someone uses certain terms around them?

He usually will just say stuff like “I have to go somewhere,” and if pushed he’ll admit “I have to pee,” but really, really softly. He’s shy about it, but not so shy that he can’t say it at all. 

He’s okay with hearing most phrases from other people, too. He just gets upset if they talk too loudly about him needing to pee. 

17. What are some “tells” that they have to go? Who can tell first if they don’t speak up?

Tugging at his bangs, or drumming his fingers over the tops of his knees are signs that he needs to go. 

Shelby can tell easily, since they’re twins and she’s seen him desperate several times as far back as she can remember. 

18. If someone asks if they have to go and they do, do they admit or deny it? Do they play it down as much as they can or do they exaggerate on purpose?

He’ll sometimes deny it if he knows they’re just gonna suggest he go use a toilet that his contamination anxiety has already deemed “off-limits” to him. He’ll then try to hide how much he actually has to go from them. 

But, if he knows he’s near a place where he’s comfortable peeing, then he doesn’t have a reason to lie or try to force himself to stop squirming. He’ll just agree and ask the other person if he can please head to the toilet soon. 

19. How do they act when they’re desperate? Do they get angry? Do they squirm a lot or do they freeze up? Do they get quieter or do they talk more than usual?

Actually, Emmett’s behavior doesn’t change that much when he has to go. He’s a really fidgety person in general, always nervously bouncing something, so sometimes his desperate squirming won’t register as ‘desperate’ to someone looking at him. He’s also usually quiet, so him getting soft and shy when he needs to pee isn’t a clear indication either. Most people need to actually HEAR him say “I have to pee,” before they realize that’s what’s going on, since he’s so twitchy all the time even when he ISN’T holding it. 

20. How do they act when someone else is desperate in their vicinity? Do they try to help them? Are they successful or do they accidentally make it worse?

He definitely feels bad when he sees someone else struggling to hold it. But, unless it’s someone he knows really well he’s not just gonna go up to them and try to help. He has bad social anxiety, and wouldn’t go up to a total stranger and ask them if they need help finding a bathroom or anything. 

21. How do they like to be treated when they have to go? Do they want comfort / encouragement / coddling? Are they okay with light-hearted teasing or jokes?

He wants to be comforted, reassurances that he’s NOT disgusting just because he needs to pee are a must for him. 

22. The same as the three questions above but with accidents (bedwetting too). 

Accidents are devastating for him, he can’t stand the idea that he’s covered in his own bodily waste. After an accident, he will always break down and cry about it. 

Just like with seeing another person desperate, he will feel bad for someone who’s had an accident, but won’t say anything or check up on them unless he already knows them well enough. 

He needs even MORE reassurances that he’s not gross after he’s peed himself, and most importantly he will need the other person to provide him with clean clothes and a place to wash off. 

23. Do they get upset or embarrassed over an accident or do they shrug it off? 

Emmett is always miserable when he has an accident. To him, the embarrassment isn’t even the worst part. It’s the sticky, warm feeling, the smell, the sogginess… The knowledge that all of those sensations are caused by his waste. It’s revolting to him. 

24. What’s the last time they had a genuine full-on accident? How old were they?

He was eighteen, taking a standardized test at school. A rule during the test was that nobody could leave for any reason. He begged and begged for an exception because he couldn’t hold it, but was denied. Finally, all the pressure caused him to have an anxiety attack, and the anxiety attack caused him to wet his pants. 

25. Have they ever wet themself deliberately? Would they consider doing it?

No. And nothing could ever convince him to do it. Even if someone offered him a million dollars to pee his pants, he would refuse. 

26. Do they tend to wait too long or do they go when they feel the urge for the first time?

He will often wait until he’s just dying to pee, because public restrooms make him so uncomfortable. Emmett will only use the bathroom outside of his home if he’s super, super desperate. Otherwise, he holds it until he’s back in his house where it feels more sanitary for him. 

27. Do they have a weak / small or strong / big bladder?

Emmett’s bladder is pretty strong. He often holds it through entire school days since the bathrooms there gross him out. Most days, he’s able to make it until he’s back home (Albeit, extremely desperate), but there ARE days where he miscalculates how much he can get away with drinking and has no choice but to pee at school. 

28. What helps them cope when they have to go but can’t? What makes it worse?

Thinking about the plots of books he likes can be a good distraction from his bladder for him… Provided the latest book he’s read didn’t have any scenes in it related to peeing. 

Anxiety actually makes his bladder fill up a lot faster. And, given the amount of time he spends getting anxious, this means his bladder MUST be pretty big because otherwise he’d be peeing every half hour.

29. Is there any type of drink (or food) that goes right through them?

Emmett recently discovered a specific type of tea that helps with his anxiety. What it DOESN’T help with is his bladder, because one ingredient in it has a very strong diuretic effect. 

30. Do they wake up to pee at night or do they sleep through? Do they ever wake up desperate or in the middle of an accident? Do they have pee dreams?

He does wake up some nights, rarely. Maybe about once a month, his bladder will decide it doesn’t want to wait until morning and wake him up. He hates when that happens because he struggles with insomnia and has a hard time falling back to sleep afterwards. 

He has pee dreams a lot. And sometimes they confuse him, because he’ll wake up from a dream in which he was desperately holding his bladder and NOT feel much need to go. There’s always a panicked few seconds where he’s thinking ‘Why’d I have to go so bad in my dream if I don’t need to now? Oh no, did I pee the bed?!’, followed by him patting down the sheets, but they’re always dry. He’s not sure why he dreams about peeing and holding it so often when in the waking world his bladder isn’t even that full. 

31. Do they ever pee in odd places / in public? What’s the weirdest place they’ve ever peed in? Were they drunk / on meds, sleepwalking, super desperate, etc.?

He doesn’t like to pee anywhere other than into a toilet. He feels ashamed of himself every time his desperation manages to force him to go elsewhere. 

The weirdest place he’s ever peed was the result of extreme desperation and serious anxiety. His Dad got sick in the restroom, and so in Emmett’s mind the entire room was contaminated and couldn’t be entered. Emmett’s bladder was beyond full and was going to burst if he didn’t empty it. So, he ended up opening the window in his room and pissing out of it. 

32. What’s the most desperate they’ve ever gotten past childhood and did they make it?

It was during a field trip with his class. The bus got stuck in traffic for a very long time, and Emmett’s bladder got so full that he literally couldn’t move his hands away from his crotch without his pee coming out. He made it to their destination, but then the restroom was being cleaned. So, Nova took him behind some trees so he could go there, and he made it just fine. 

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medical / childhood stuff (feel free to skip this ofc)

33. At what age were they potty trained? Were they ever potty-trained? (lol, I hope)

He was around two and a half. Emmett was eager to please his parents, and even at that age he didn’t like the feeling of being wet, so he learned quickly. 

34. Same question as above but with bedwetting. When did they stop? Do they have one-off accidents in specific situations? (alcohol, nightmares, deep sleep?)

He’s never wet the bed in his life, unless you count back when he was still in diapers, haha. 

35. Were they accident-prone as a kid? Are they still like that or did it get better with age?

Nope, Emmett had very few accidents growing up. He didn’t even wet himself at school until senior year (the aforementioned standardized test incident described above.) 

There were a few incidents, one when he was eight and on a road trip. His germ-fear and related compulsions were just starting to really show at that age, and at the time his parents didn’t understand the unusual behaviors he engaged in at all. They stopped off at a gas station, Emmett obviously had to pee extremely badly, and his Dad told him to go use the toilet. 

Nervously, little Emmett opened the door of the restroom, and then just shut it again. He struggled to explain that he couldn’t go in there. His Dad didn’t realize that his son’s fears were an actual mental-health problem that he couldn’t switch off or fight down on his own, and just encouraged him to plug his nose and go. Emmett kept shaking his head and went to his Mom, telling her that he couldn’t pee there and he needed somewhere else. She too encouraged him to try, pointing out that he was having an emergency. 

So, Emmett DID try… But, he just stood outside the door trying to convince himself to move. And something inside his head wouldn’t LET him— Screamed at him that he shouldn’t even touch the door again, or else he was going to get infected and die. 

At that time, Shelby didn’t understand the extent of her brother’s problem, either. She teased him, told him that a bathroom was a ridiculous thing to be scared of, especially when he was about to pee in his pants! Emmett’s anxiety got worse the more his family tried to convince him it wasn’t as bad as he was making it out to be. He was trying so hard to believe them, but still couldn’t make himself go in! 

Finally, he hobbled back to the car barely able to walk, he found the napkins they’d gotten at a fast food place they’d stopped at, intending to use them to open the door in a way that his brain was telling him would be ‘safe’. But, when he got back to the restroom, when he tried again to get himself to touch the door, he was out of time. He peed his pants. 

Shelby teased him some, and stopped after realizing that he’d started to cry. His parents were just confused by everything he’d just done, they couldn’t understand it at all. But, they helped him change out of his wet clothes and continued the trip without mentioning it again. 

A few more wettings happened during the Summer when he was ten. One night, his Mom went out to drive to the store, and didn’t come back. Her car had been slammed into by a drunk driver. The driver of the other vehicle survived, but the doctors in the emergency room couldn’t save Emmett’s Mom. It was a horrid time for him, for everyone in his family. They’d lost something irreplaceable, and all reacted in their own ways. Shelby got angry, it wasn’t fair that the drunk lived and her Mom had to die when SHE hadn’t been the one doing something wrong. Dad spent more time away at his office. And Emmett’s anxiety managed to get even WORSE than it was before. 

That Summer, while he tried to process the sudden loss, Emmett would have intense panic attacks multiple times a day. And while he usually had some WARNING that he was about to have an attack like that, now they just happened randomly, without any clear trigger. Sometimes, the panic attacks would cause an accident. 

By the time school started back up again, Emmett was still having the intense attacks pretty often, but he’d trained himself to always grab his crotch while they happened so that he wouldn’t pee. Now, a panic attack will only result in a wetting if he’s already desperate at the time it happens. 

36. Do they wear protection or did they wear it in the past? (past baby/toddler-age)

No. 

37. Do they have any medical issues that make them have to pee more / have frequent accidents? If yes, how do they deal with them? Do they take meds?

As mentioned, his anxiety can make his bladder fill up quicker, and having a panic attack when he really needs to go can result in a wetting. 

38. Does anyone know about said issues? Do they talk about them openly or not? (out of embarrassment? fear of bad reactions? because no one ever asks?)

His therapist is aware of how his mental health affects his bladder. 

39. Do they have some trauma related to omo (being mocked / scolded / yelled at for an accident, bullying, weird / scary encounters in public bathrooms, etc.)

A bit, the accidents he had after his Mom’s death are sort of just wrapped up in all the trauma he has from that. 

40. Did they ever have an accident or extremely close call while sick?

When Emmett was six, he had appendicitis and so he needed to have his appendix removed. (The pain, vomiting and the fact that having surgery so young scared him really bad are the catalysts for his contamination fears.) When he woke up after surgery, he urgently needed to pee thanks to all the fluids from the IV. But, he was still hooked up to stuff and knew he probably couldn’t leave the bed safely. He also didn’t fully understand how the surgeons could have cut him open and put him back together again, so he thought if he stood or moved wrong, his insides would all fall out. He was scared of all the strange doctors and nurses, and just wanted his parents and Shelby there. 

He held it until a nurse came in to check on him, and had trouble telling her what he needed, but she could tell because he was doing the most blatant pee-dance that a person laying in a hospital bed and recovering from surgery could possibly manage. The nurse was even a little annoyed, because he was SUPPOSED to have been given a urine bottle to use earlier, and someone had clearly forgotten about it. She was even MORE upset when she came back a few minutes later to find that he’d almost filled the thing up, meaning he’d just been made to hold a lot more than was healthy for him— Especially in his condition. 

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Follow me inside the wastelands Prequel -Arthur Maxson x Female Sole Survivor Fanfic

THIS IS NOT A LEMMON CHAPTER, so the another one im writing, but theres gonna be more lemmon chapters on this fics. Mostly to make their relationship more intense and passionate this one would be the very top beginning, like a prequel of everything that happens on the original fic, much much before that events

If you are very very very delighted with one fic and want a continuation I didn’t write or post you can donate me at least $5 bucks, most of this fics have next chapters I don’t finish because lack of motivation but hey a $5 is a $5, I see a few reviews and comments that fics that are abandoned months laters receive comments of wanting to know what happens next. Here it is, I finished my handling with you all, enjoy the fic

Tonight there was a little party at the lower levels of the Prydwen. Damn Ingram stole a terminal for gaming purposes like it was funny but he wouldn’t say anything to ruin the party, he will allow it, and for what he sees people do a lot of effort to keep that scores it would be a shame to take out the terminal and ruin that. It doesn’t matter, he was down there to have some fun, to reunite with his other brothers and chat a bit like Arthur instead of Elder Maxson, of course no one call him Arthur but they do say Elder in a more friendly way talking and that seems enough.

He liked the military life, the formalism, the protocols, the mannerism, the way of behaving, training, instruction, skills needed, missions, works, discipline…the way people acted around him and between them it was a type of life he liked, the only one he knew since birth coming out from a military family with such a long and important legacy…he was proud of his last name, maybe not his parents, but remembering that he was Elder Maxson fills him with pride, strong last name but ideal, he wish nothing more than this.

Well maybe he wished to be more recognized for the other chapters but this wasn’t bad. And they were doing an amazing job finding the hints to destroy the institute thanks to a couple…

So he was there, chatting with other soldiers waiting for the gambling tables to be open, tonight he had an electric shaver everyone will put their eyes on, not him, he shaved differently, his beard need a haircut more than shaving so it wasn’t of worth for him but yes for every other man. It take half hour until he see the big and bulk paladin going down the stairs in company of…his new knight…the chick always stick to him like bubblegum.

He was wearing uniform, she wasn’t, well, sorta, he had his orange suit wrapped at the waist with a white shirt, holotags dancing in his chest going down the stairs. She was walking around in a light blue Mechanic jumpsuit. Huh, what a weird choice of outfit. He wasn’t exactly relaxed with the uniform protocols but tonight was a party and wasn’t going to bitch about it, the reality it was that his soldiers, his people, didn’t have that much of their own things since they travel to this place in the ship, Nora in the other hand was already a citizen of this place and had her things, her home, the buildings she knows from back then…

Her settlements as a fucking Minutemen general. That situation always makes him slightly anxious.

So it was only logical if she has a bigger wardrobe, it was a nice outfit tho, the vault suit already sticks to her body too much but this one falls nicely over her curves.

That woman had a nice figure, rare beauty, magnetizing to the view, Arthur always find himself contemplating and when he realized end up all stranged in a bad feeling, moving to shiver away the bad sensation

Still, it wasn’t about her, Arthur excused himself and separated from the group he was chatting, picking up two beers approaching Danse.

-Paladin –he saluted, the man picked up a beer and cheers with both bottles- Knight –he saluted the woman.

-Elder –she said with that red lips, but didn’t pay too much attention to her.

-I have a pack of menthols cigarettes, wanna try? –both enjoyed smoking together, it was Danse who taught him how to smoke like the big grown ups when he was a kid to not choke.

-Meet later? –Nora ask to Danse placing a hand over his shoulder, Arthur pay attention to it, the man nodded and she went away.

-What are you guys up to? –ask the ender looking from head to toes at him…and at her, being careful to not look straight at her ass in the jumpsuit.

-Had my knight well trained, what can I say? –Danse laughted a bit opening his beer with a metal bar on the wall.

Well he wasn’t exactly referring to that but now he brings up the conversation…-I mean now now you both

-Oh –sure, the clothes, specially her- we were fighting about whats the best source of aluminum.

-Cans of course –said Arthur without a doubt.

-Less heavy, gives more, not easy to fight a lawyer with a hot welder in hand trying to win a discussion

-Power armor repairing? –the man nodded giving the first sip at his beer, Arthur open his one with the same method- lets go to the frontdeck

ARent the cigarettes going to burn out there with the wind? Sure, why not, if the elder says…Both head up tho the gigant gas cilinders and cross the door to the frontdeck, it was a bit windy but nothing that a strong lighter cant fight, the paladin use his big back to stop warm wind to blow up the cigarette, covering him from the wind. The first cigarette goes to Danse, the second to Arthur, and both stay there looking at the dark night of the commonwealth.

-Good taste, Citadel? –ask Danse, enjoying.

-Yep –he stop for a moment to drink a bit- does all your dates involves power armor repairings?

-She is not my date –said the paladin automatically, smoking.

-Not a fun activity to do with ladys, that’s why you are single –the man raised an eyebrow to him and he laughed

-Oh Nora is not a lady, it’s a maam –was something to do with her age…?

-Rude, the outfit suits her

-Absolutely, I didnt say anything about it

-Despite not being reglamentary –now he was going to bitch a bit about the uniform protocol- you are also relaxed

-Sorry –damn he didn’t want to be scolded today, smoked a bit more.

-Its better than the blue vault suit for sure, damn it sticks to her body –she wasn’t much in the Prydwen but yeah that suit was a bit of a problem.

-Have something to say about my knight, elder? –ask Danse with a smirk.

-The direct superior who cant fraternize is you my friend, but me…-both look at each other and laughted- she is pretty tho

-She is

-Well the vault suit was designed to ensure reproduction between vault dwellers so its not exactly appropriate for her to make it an everyday clothe, but she is not very used to the life of the vaults because of her past and…–he stopped, Danse seems uncomfortable- I thought you…

-Nope- he simply said, looking at the stars.

-Come on im not going to…

-Im her commanding officer –cool it was reasonable he understands it

-You are simping all around the commonwealth after her

-She is a widower

-A widower, not a dead woman –why he was so…

 -You don’t know how fresh the death of her husband still is for her –a shiver run throught his spine, right.

The ones he had died so much ago he forget how it feels to loose someone truly close to you…no…He cant never forget Sarah.

-Sorry

-Its okay –said Danse slurping on his beer- she is still looking for her son tho, doesn’t have time for this

-And when she finds him? –ask Arthur- would you want to…?

-If she ever finds him… -a dark gaze appeared on his eyes, of course he knew more than him, by being together all time working in the fields. Its been years since he achieved that kind of connection with someone, becoming elder made him a solitary person with almost none deep personal relationships.

-When she is done with all of this would you –Danse stopped him.

-Not in that way, not for now at least.

That surprised the shit out of him.

-She throws weapons and stuff at you to carry all day and there you are like a yes maam

-Well yeah but…

-You wrote about her in you report like she is some kind of…

-I get it I get it –said Danse annoyed –its not like she doesn’t win that recognition.

-Of course she does a lot of stuff all time im not denying her adchievements –nono, not at all

-She carries to supermutant bases with a powerfist and wipes them down almost alone

-For what I read you do a big part as bait too

-I prefer to receive the shooting in power armor while she disfigures their faces at punch, strategic purposes of course

-What I mean is you –the paladin stop him.

-She is like a sister to me

-All brotherhood female soldiers are sisters to us

-The sister I never had

Arthur Maxson stopped –im sorry, I assumed something else

-Its okay, I understand –now Danse give a long one on his beer- she is the kind of woman you want at your side forever

-Then why…?

-That’s how I feel right now –he simply said, slurping again- maybe in a while ill change my mind and ill feel silly about not…wanting her now…

Well it was useful to know how his friend feels about his most recent partner. That’s for sure. Especially if she was such a big price

-And what if someone…?

-you? –ask Danse genuinely curious.

-No –she was beautiful but…-I don’t know her that much, we don’t talk, she is always around you.

-Im not a monster to persue her in this moment anyway, she has been throught a lot since waking up in the commonwealth –what a true gentleman his friend is, but he doesn’t have a real interest for her, what a good brotherhood soldier his friend is, respecting the chain of command and protocols with subordinates.

-I believe…-said Arthur, taking a sip on his beer- that you are denying yourself a chance

-A chance? –Danse think on his words trying to decode- you don’t know how damaged she still is

-I see how she looks at you, how she is always around, how you work together, how you put yourself on danger out there for her, read the reports of how she saved your ass risking her own…

-I have to admit, I feel pretty damn secure when she has my back. Nora risk herself for everyone, im not special.

-I disagree –the elder sips again- you are special for her –when he faced Danse the man had a blush on his cheeks.

-I wouldn’t expect the elder encouraging me to…

-Im not –he quickly said- in fact this is a relief, less problems for me, don’t have to justify an abuse of power of a paladin with a barely initiate, I just point out this obvious situation , but if you don’t want her it doesn’t matter, you don’t reciprocate, that’s all, end of the subject

Silence between the two of them.

-Nora still mourns a lot on her lost family

-Alright, I didn’t say anything –Arthur change on his cigarette, smoking.

-Don’t be mad because you weren’t right

-Im not, like a said, less problems –a bit of disappointment yes but a relief? Absolutely.

-If it ever comes down to it, I'll gladly spill my own blood if it means keeping her by my side.

-As a sister? –the elder laught low, cigarettes on his lips.

-As a sister –Danse come back to smoke too, hard, smoke coming out from his nose

-Glad to see you are following the right directions.

-Of course, as her commanding officer I see her rise up and do the unimaginable, I couldn’t do something to harm her or her reputation inside the brotherhood ranks.

-I hope she doesn’t ruin it by her own –well it would get bad looks getting from initiate to knight if she gets in a relationship with the paladin that’s for sure

-Believe me, It wont happen, you are getting it all wrong elder

-Okay –he just said, both keep smoking looking at the commonwealth. If he said it, he wasn't going to contradict it, after all he didn't know her that well.

Does this mean that the prewar beauty lawyer, general of the minutemen and outstanding knight is available?

Arthur smoke deeply, retaining the smoke on his lungs breathing hard, realizing it after a while taking a big breath.

Maybe on his dreams.

They didn’t know each other that much yet.

#elder maxson #arthur maxson #sole survivor #fallout 4 #makahimefanfic

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#5

IMPORTANT

Hawks but with a velociraptor quirk - or a velociraptor shifter, even:

He's already known to be a 'raptor bird', but uh oh mutant puberty gave him some extra things to work with, but he needs time tame his instincts.

Also works as Dragon quirk / dragon shifter AU

21 notes - Posted September 18, 2022

#4

A short DabiHawks drabble.

"Do those hurt? They look like they do," Hawks prodded as they continued walking down the street, hands in pockets as Dabi glowered at any lowlife who came near them.

"You get used to them," He replied simply, touching one of the staples - he really couldn't register the pain any longer, which was probably bad, but he didn't have it in him to care.

"I have numbing stuff that works great if you want some," Hawks babbled, something about the Commission and being a priority.

"I don't know, does it work on your throat?"

"Why?"

"Because it must be sore from all the dick you've been sucking." He flicked the butt of his cigarette into a dumpster, letting it light on fire for a brief instant before extinguishing.

"Wanna find out?" Dabi startled as Hawks huskily asked, leaning over him very suddenly and making him feel small with the pair of wings that were now shielding him from vision.

"Uh-"

"Relax, I'm joking. I used to be one of those kinda agents, if you get my drift. Not my sorta thing."

"Good," Dabi snapped, face flushed furiously.

26 notes - Posted June 24, 2022

#3

Headcanon that Keigo has hyperesthesia:

He feels everything x10 the normal extent of everyone else, including why he feels his wings and feathers so much

Sounds are so loud to him that they can become painful

He has chronic pain due to how sensitive his nerves are to every little thing (i.e, digging his nails into his palm? It fucking HURTS, not even breaking the skin. You know how pimples are super painful? Multiply that by at least 5.)

This includes constantly feeling his lungs expand, heartbeat, the hair on his arms, legs, etc.

If he's anything like me, he also has cardiophobia, so he constantly has to distract himself (see, overworking 24/7)

Also has insomnia

Trouble eating because of focusing on his stomach too much and consequentially makes himself sick from worry

Experiences emotion stronger than most people

Lots of sensory overloads

Tends to hyperventilate / self regulate breathing a bit too much

Higher pain tolerance than the average person but only because everything hurts so much

Had to comb his skin to desensitize (Yes, a plastic comb on your arms and legs etc., I had to do this as well)

HATES scratchy materials, but also hates velvet because it's too soft

Am I self projecting now that I know what I have is hyperesthesia? Yes, but it makes SENSE, y'all!

27 notes - Posted October 16, 2022

#2

Hawks' fatal flaw is one that shouldn't be considered a flaw in the first place -

He cares too much about the people he's fighting.

He didn't want to kill Twice, never did, but had a metaphorical leash on him the whole time with the HPSC breathing down his neck.

Now that they're gone, he's said he's free of his shackles. That Horikoshi claimed that he'd be seen as some kind of beacon of hope (don't have the source on hand).

But I worry he'll try to stomp down his emotions after Dabi pointed out that he slipped up because he felt bad for Twice.

30 notes - Posted November 20, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Props to Horikoshi to making the sluttiest, queerest rivalry ever and then making them absolutely ruin each other

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'you're nice, you came'

'of course I did, if you want to talk about anything I'm here, if you want to you can just message me about it too'

#... Thought he either cried or was close to crying 5 times but #I cant read peoples minds but if they tell me what they want from me I'll be there if im able #Fabian never really says much but even so i could feel he wasnt good #Wish i could help everyone but i can barely help the ones i try to help .... #Could always make a comment on how i havent learned to rely on people and should more but .... Suffering in silence has been my thing befor #I even started school at 6... Easier to just try to be there for others #Have a hunch on what Fabi is ... Depressed about and i... I mean hes both coming to the right and wrong person #Think hes feeling bad about not knowing what to do about his future and work and so on... And like... Yeah same but ... I am in a diffrent #Type of boat compared to you so my advice wouldn't be awesome ): #I love roo but hes also... Kinda been telling him he needs to be constantly finding work and stuff to do or he'll be left behind #And like... At one hand yes but like... If he's anxious already about that sorta stuff ... 🤷‍♂️ #Or he may just be feeling lonely ... I mean either way i relate... Hope i at least got across somewhat to him... #I am bad at being helpful but i try to say that i am there for friends ... I feel bittersweet he came to me to talk when he was down #Glad he did because i dont want him to be alone but also... Feel like i didnf really help... #Also feel like im just prying into people when i ask them questions about it... #Like im sorry but... If you dont tell me or explain whats wrong my help is very limited ): #The boys #Fabian is a good boy but i also feel he doesnt open up to anyone or have anyone he share bad things with... #My tags are messed up but this is me emptying my head so it's fine dont mind me #Fabian

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𝗖𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀 𝗣𝗲𝘁 [class 1a x bi! chubby! fem! reader] PART TWO

CLASS PET MASTERLIST

ೃ⁀➷ description; "𝙎𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖 𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙪𝙨. 𝘼𝙧𝙚𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩?"

You hadn't thought that getting into U.A. would result in you becoming the 'class pet'. After school hours, you were used to fuel the desires of the class.

But you weren't complaining. They made you feel good, too.

ೃ⁀➷ content warnings; none for this chapter. just anxious extrovert reader. (yes, i am basing y/n heavily off of myself, because i can)

ೃ⁀➷ characters; izuku, katsuki, shouto, eijirou, denki, hanta, mina, ochako, kyouka and momo.

ೃ⁀➷ link to spotify playlist.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝗔𝗦 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗚𝗢 𝗗𝗢𝗪𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗘𝗟𝗘𝗩𝗔𝗧𝗢𝗥, 𝗔𝗡𝗫𝗜𝗢𝗨𝗦𝗟𝗬 𝗔𝗪𝗔𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗥𝗢𝗗𝗨𝗖𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗦𝗘𝗟𝗙 𝗧𝗢 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗦, 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗖𝗔𝗡 𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗞 𝗢𝗙 𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚;

You had no fucking idea how to fit in.

Normally, you would embrace the whole 'be yourself' mantra, but being surrounded by all these extremely strong people was daunting.

Would you come across weird? Would you be shunned by them, excluded from their social groups?

No. No, you were not about to melt into a puddle of self doubt.

"Come on," you muttered to yourself, clenching your eyes shut, "You can do this."

Mumbling stupid Hallmark positivity quotes under your breath, you don't notice another boy walk in.

"Just don't embarrass yourself, y'know?" You wince, eyes still shut. "Yeah. Yeah, you'll own this!"

"If it makes you feel any better, I think you'll do well here."

Your stomach sinks. Sinks into oblivion, because oh my god, one of your new classmates had just seen you try and psyche yourself up.

Opening your eyes, you find two mismatched ones already staring at you.

"Hi?" It comes out like a question, your hands playing with themselves nervously.

The boy, whose hair is half-white, half-red, tilts his head to the side, slightly. Like an oblivious puppy. "Hello. You're L/N, right?"

"Mhm! And you're Shouto Todoroki, the fire and ice user! -- I promise you I'm not creepy, I just remember your first sports festival making quite the statement."

Todoroki blinks. Once. Twice. Before the sides of his lips quirk into a barely there smile.

"Thank you."

You wave your hands in front of yourself sheepishly. "Seriously, I should be thanking you. You maybe... sorta... encouraged myself to be stronger?"

Todoroki's eyes seem to widen, an almost twinkle in them as he looks at you.

"Really? That... means a lot," he says quietly.

"I feel like if we keep up at this rate, it'll just be a circle of compliments and gratitude," you laugh. Your ugly laugh. Shit.

Todoroki merely looks at you a moment longer, before nodding, and facing away.

The oddly unnerving elevator music is the only sound you can hear, other than the subtle grinding of machinery. Wiping your hands down your jeans, you try and recompose yourself.

You had put on a large tee over the top of your singlet, so at least you were more covered up.

There's a ding, the arrow lighting up. The door opens, as and you step out, you're met with just over a dozen pairs of curious eyes.

Class 3-A was rather nosey, you had found.

"Hello!" You say, your voice cracking in the middle. Yikes.

You were an extrovert at heart. You loved people, being around them, leading them. But when it came to meeting a bunch of the hottest, smartest, strongest people your age for the first time, you were a bit of a mess.

Understandably, of course! Because with natural externalised confidence came natural internalised insecurities.

"Hi! It's great to meet you! I'm Izuku Midoriya -- I hope that we can become heroes together! What's your quirk? It must be an emitter type, seeing as you have no mutant qualities from what I can see..."

The green haired boy continues to mumble under his breath, pulling at his lip.

A short girl with a light brown bob pats the space on the couch next to her. "Come, you're in our class now -- no need to act so shy!"

Walking over, you try and ignore the obvious stares levelled at you. They're not even mean ones; just curious, watching, waiting.

Waiting for what?

You had no fricking clue!

Sitting down, the leather puffing out underneath you, you try and relax into the couch.

Which was unnecessarily hard.

"Welcome to Class 3-A! I hope you enjoy your time here and thrive as a student," a clear, authorative voice booms from next to the brown haired girl.

You smile warily in response. "Ah, thank you. I'll try my best!"

From the side of your view, you see Todoroki walk over and sit next to the boy you now knew as Midoriya.

"What's your name?" Looking toward the sound of the voice, you see a tall, absolutely stunning woman sitting across from you.

Placing a hand over her chest, she smiles at you sweetly. "I'm Momo Yaoyorozu."

Gulping, you respond, "Ah, Y/N L/N."

The girl next to you places a soft, yet sturdy, hand over your shoulder. "That's a pretty name! I'm Ochako Uraraka. The one with the glasses," she points to the blue-haired boy who had shouted earlier, "Is Tenya Iida."

There's a solid ten minutes taken of people introducing themselves to you, kind words abundant.

It was not the reception you had been expecting.

But then.

But then.

A small, childish voice makes an appearance. Just when you were feeling accepted and happy, it had to ruin those emotions.

"Aren't you a little too fat for U.A.?"

Your stomach turns over, the unsettling feeling you knew all too well settling in.

It had been years since you had been body-shamed publicly. And while in the confines of your bedroom you tormented yourself, having someone else mention it was like a bullet to the heart.

"Aren't you a bit too short and pathetic for U.A.?" A cool, borderline snappy voice responds.

The purple-haired girl, Jirou, was quick to defend you. Even when she had only just met you.

They really were heroes, weren't they?

Sero scoffs, looking to you with an apologetic smile. "I promise you, you're way more attractive than he is. I think the only reason he's still here is because he hasn't made physical advances on anyone yet."

"Physical advances?" You question, sinking in further into your seat.

You pretend not to notice how Sero had taped up the tiny boy, who was struggling in his constraints.

"He's a misogynistic perv, is what Hanta means, sweetie." Mina looks at you reassuringly, black-painted nails reaching over to pat your knee.

"It's okay, though, we're all strong enough to protect you if you need. I imagine you can hold your own, too," Todoroki supplies, head resting on Midoriya's shoulder, who's writing rapidly in a notebook.

Clenching your fists, you nod. "I got accepted for a reason!"

"Come on," Kaminari smiles, "Let's have some lunch."

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[hiddles-and-skittles]

How about a Bucky x reader,(with a personal twist): She had not been able to go near a water-slide since she was 5, after a near drowning incident! Even in her adult years, she was fully capable to swim- but could not indulge in certain water park activities.(I am 40, and still not able to go near slides without a racing heart, high pulse, legs shaking-and if being forced screaming my lungs out) So when Tony arranged a day off at the local water theme park, reader was so anxious to come along...

Water-Slide Dare

Pairing: Bucky x female!reader

Word Count: 1,032

Summary: You’re terrified of water-slides and you’re afraid the team will make fun of you for it, so when you’re dared to go on the biggest one, how could you refuse?  

Warnings: anxiety mentions, self-doubt, fluff!

Notes: First off I’m super bad at titles😅

I received two asks so I sorta combined them, I hope that’s okay! The other was about proving yourself worthy to the team because you don’t think they like you, but Bucky assures you they do.  

With the sizzling summer heat, you were certain you could fry an egg on the sidewalk, which meant it was finally vacation time for everyone in the compound. You'd hoped to see that theme park in California where they had a mock Avengers Campus or even a trip out of country, but of course, a unanimous decision lead to a trip to the waterpark. Hooray. It's not that you were disappointed, you just...had a history with them.

It was every kid's dream to tackle the tallest water-slide at the park, but it was a dream turned nightmare when you almost drowned. You were five years old when you swore to yourself you'd never go near another water-slide again. The only one on the team who knew what happened was your boyfriend, Bucky, so when you stood at the waterpark's entrance a few steps behind everyone else, he was surprised you even came along. And you were surprised they invited you.

The team only teased you because you were still new, but it made you feel as though you didn’t quite fit in with them. They didn’t know how you felt because you hid it from them, so if they hurt you, you’d play along. You volunteered to do things you didn’t want to in hopes of gaining their full acceptance, and no matter what you always said yes. It was the default mode for you; you didn’t think you were enough until you proved it time and again, and you were adamant to do so even though it was unnecessary.    

"You ready?" He asked you, kissing your temple.

"It's okay,” he soothed, “we don’t have to.” He reached to wipe away your tears, smiling down at you softly. Your mind raced with the thoughts of the team making fun of you because you couldn’t face a fear you’d had for years.

With a nod and a shaky breath, you responded a quiet "Yeah." And with his hand in yours, you both met up with the rest of the team.

"Alright, kids, time to literally blow off some steam," joked Tony.

"I call dibs on the wave pool!" Peter yelled, already taking off.

"Man, I just want to kick back and relax. I'm hitting the lazy river," Sam told Steve.

Clint tapped Natasha on the arm and pointed to the tallest waterslide you'd ever seen. "See that big guy right there? He's mine."

"Oh sure," she scoffed. "But I bet they'll want to race you to it."

You didn't realize you and Bucky were the ones in question until the silence went on for too long, forcing you to look at the team in front of you.

"Wh-me? Us?" You gulped, the anxiety immediately kicking in.

"Yeah! Unless you're...chicken," Nat taunted playfully.

The team let out a collective "ooooh."

"Come on, Nat, don't tease her," Steve chided, shaking his head. Bucky noticed your widened eyes and wrapped an arm around you.

"Leave her alone," he warned. Nat cocked an eyebrow.

"It's just a joke, Barnes. Unless she’s scared...?"

You shoved his arm off your shoulder. "I can handle it just fine!" You crossed your arms over your chest, challenging them with your eyes narrowed.

"If you say so," she smiled. "It's not like you've got something to prove." Her words cut through you and you huffed indignantly as you stomped away from the group and towards your impending doom.

"You don't have to do this," Bucky assured you, following in your footsteps.

"Yes I do!"

You reached the top in time to see the last two people jump in, and you swallowed the lump in your throat as you realized you were next. The guard motioned for you to hop up towards the entrance and you hesitantly took a baby step forward, your legs already trembling as you gripped onto Bucky for dear life. The splashing of water below did nothing to drown out the sound of the blood rushing through your ears. Your eyes screwed shut and you froze, hyperventilating as you recalled the traumatic event that instilled fear in you from an early age. Your heart rate accelerated and you lost track of time until you heard your name gently being called by your boyfriend.

"Hey, it's alright." Comforting arms draped around your body and you heard a steadier heartbeat against your ear. "Come back to me." When you regained your senses you saw the concern etched in his pretty face, his steel eyes searching yours to make sure you were okay. Suddenly you felt tears trailing down your face.

"I don't want to do this," you rushed out.

“But what are they gonna think of me when we get back?”

Before he could respond, the life guard loudly popped his bubble gum and your heads jerked towards him. "Are you getting on or not? Cuz there's like, a line." You turned to look back at the kids who impatiently stood behind you and stepped out of the way.

“We’re not,” he answered. He took your hand and started to lead you back down the steps.  

You almost walked past the team’s spot when you realized you were the only two there. “Worried for nothing, see?” he told you. “They’re not even here.” You laughed and wiped your face, sighing in relief. “You wanna go find Sam and Steve at the lazy river?”  

You cleared your throat when you got to the bottom. "I'm sorry I dragged you up there." He chuckled, pulling you into his side.  

“It’s alright, I got my steps in.” You smiled for the first time that day, nuzzling closer to him as you walked back to the rendezvous point. “You know they only tease you because they like you, right?” You shrug. “And even if they didn’t, who cares? That’s not your problem. But I promise, they won’t judge you for this at all, they really do care about you and they’ll understand.” Your whole body relaxed at his words. Even if you couldn’t trust the voice in your anxious mind, you knew you could trust his. And for now that was enough.  

“Yeah,” you answered, smiling and linking your arm in his. “I’d like that.”  

#bucky x reader #bucky x female reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky x reader fluff #bucky x reader comfort #mcu #marvel #marvel fanfic #bucky barnes fluff

[a-very-tired-raven]

Hello there! I just read your Swatch x Reader headcanons and was wondering Could i possibly get a Spamton x Reader where Spamton is just totally confused on if the Reader genuinely loves him or if its just some sales pitch. Hes been my comfort character for a while so it'd be nice :>

thank you for reading my silly request :]

Hiya broski! Sorry this took a bit to answer! I didn't really know how to approach this ask. I'm new to fics so I needed to take a bit to prepare so I would know how to write this and to get into the lil man's head if that's alright! Hope you enjoy my dude and remember to lemme know if anythings wonky!

●True Intentions ●

"Here you go sir, your order?" He gave a polite nod to the server "Yes thank you." They gave a small smile and walked away. He took a small sip of his drink as he returned to his thoughts. Spamton was....confused to say the least. He met you about a week ago in the alleyway of his shop.

You'd been looking for your pet or something and tried to dig in a garbage bin....Which was actually his shop. That was locked. He just got back with some goods thst he got a nice deal on and all he saw was some stranger pulling on the lock to his shop. He angerly poked on your waist to see what you were up to.

"What are you doing?!"You jumped and awkwardly explained what it was you were doing when he demanded to know what you were up to.

"I uh..lost my pet..I thought I seen her go off this way?" Of course he was still skeptical but put his goods up and helped you look.

Eventually you two did find what you were looking for and you thanked him more times then we could count. Right before you left is when you started the confusion. You awkwardly asked for his number, and when asked why you nervously shrugged and said he was nice and you thought he was cute. Which absolutely baffled him

When was the last time someone complemented him? Let alone ask for his number and want to spend more time again. He accepted of course and didn't think anything of it.

He started thinking about it when he ran into you almost every day for the rest of the week. Everytime you saw him you were thanking him,and trying your best to make small talk.

This included asking him questions, like what did he do for a living,how many sales has he made,what's the biggest deal he's made. All if which he's awkwardly responded to with vague and short answers. This made him even more suspicious. Whyd you wanna know so much about his job and deals?

He hasn't seen you since everyone's moved to the dark town. Maybe he wouldn't see you again. If there's a whole 'nother dark world who's to say there's not more? Maybe you were somewhere else.

The smell of pastries pulls him out of his thoughts a little. Banana nut he thinks. He does admit you are kinda cute.. which brings him to the present. Why him? It's pretty well known he's a business man.

A horrible one at that. He only Ever gets people's attention when they want to get a deal or a-a..a sales pitch...

His fists clench. Of course. Why else would you go after someone like him? You just wanna make a sales pitch. Nothing more then that. You could of just said so. You didn't have to barge in his life like that and lead him on all for the sake of a deal. It all makes sense now!

Who makes small talk like that??? About deals,and sales...why was that the first question to asked? Why not start off with basic small talk?? Why be interested in him? Why him? Why'd you need to know what his biggest sale and deal was! Of all the people...You just wanted a good deal...

He doesn't hear the distant chime of the Cafe bell. He just angrily glares daggers at his own reflection. It wasn't until a shy familiar voice spoke pointedly in his direction did he force his head out of the clouds.

"Hey Spamton! I uhm.. how are you doing today?" You give a soft smile and take a seat in front of him. "I'm fine" He looked the other way. "Um.. " You glance at the window. You look at his order. "Ohh number 7! That's a good one. Moonberry fudge and a gram apple muffin. Nice." You give a soft smile.

He just remains quiet. You seem a little anxious by now. "..weather's nice huh?.." with only a human for a response you start brimming with anxiety. You try a different approach. "I had a good day at work! We didn't have any rude people.." You look at him.

"Uh how about you? How's work? You made any good sales today?" He looks up at you with a harsh glare. "Wouldn't you like to know!" You flinch and your happy aura quickly forms into an apologetic one.

"I-..im-im sorry..I didn't mean to ask anything sensitive.." You give a sorry look. "I didn't did i?" You look down at your hands. Spamtion hesitates for a moment. No.. He..He cant hesitate. He stands up.

"Yes. Yes you did impose. You imposed in my life acting all kind when I know what you really want." You have the audacity to look confused. "What are you talking about?." He ignores you and heads towards the exit. "Spamton? Spamton wait! Please..I just wanna kno-"

Your conversation fades to the back of his mind as he exists the Cafe and heads towards his house. He should have know better. That way it wouldn't have hurt as bad... He gives a soft wave to a wherewire and keeps walking. After a little bit he stops walking immediately when he feels I small tap on his shoulder.

He turns. "What?!" You give a hurt expression and focus on your hands. "I um..I just wanted to apologize for imposing.. I didn't know you didn't like talking about that" He rolls his eyes. "Just leave me alone already. It's pretty obvious you just want to talk business." Confusion crosses your face once more.

"What? What are you talking about?" His fists clench again. "Aw stop playing dumb already! It's pretty obvious you don't like me, Your just after a good deal or you want a chance at being some big shot with a sales pitch!" He didn't realize he was yelling.

Your practically cowering at this point. "I-what! No-No I'm not! Please believe me I really do like you.. I don't even know how to do business like that!" You have your hands up in front of you as if a policeman had pulled you over.

He falters for a moment. He looks back up again when you speak up. Sorta. "Please..is there anything I can do to make you believe me..." You say just barely above a whisper. He just remains quiet. After a moment of shared silence you were fed up.

"Fine then! I'll prove I'm crazy for you! Absolutely bonkers! You hear?!" You grab both his shoulders, "H-Hey! Put me down!" And yank him up and plant a big kiss on his cheek. "Now will you please go on a date with me?!"

Your face is absolutely covered top to bottom with a beautiful shade of red. Both from anger and embarrassment.After a moment of silence you awkwardly drop him. "S-sorry.." you hide your face in the neck if your shirt.

His cheeks are burning a bright peachy color. "Um..it's alright" after a small beat of silence he adds "yes."

You look back down at him. "Yes what??" You look confused. "...yes I'll go on a date with you.." He doesn't think anyone who'd want some deal would go that far. He believes you now and he says so.

Your quiet for a moment. A small smile works its way on your face. "Alrighty come on, I know just the place" you give a small wink and grab his hand dragging him off to who knows where. "W-what now?!" He gives a baffled expression as he tries to keep up.

You turn and look down again "yes now silly! I gotta make sure you belive me 100!" percent!. "A-alright then..." maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all...

ISNSJSS God that was a lot! And toughie! I enjoyed it tho!

#ravenwrites #raven writes #spamton #spamton deltarune #spamton x reader #reader x spamton #spamton dr #dr spamton #i hope this wasnt that bad #i tried lol #edgy answers

[triggerhappyimagines]

If it's okay could I request how the dr3 boys would react to their s/o being accidentally shrunk during one of Miu's experiments or something? I thought it would be a good opportunity for lots of fluff and protectiveness hehE

this was actually very fun to write, thank you for requesting anon!! also, i apologize if some of these scenarios sound repetitive, i wrote the ones i had instant ideas for first, and then sort of left myself stuck trying to think of something for the others that didn’t sound exactly like everything else i’d already written...

also, just for fun, i decided to write a little scenario for Miu, too! i hadn’t planned on it at first, but her involvement in this particular request made me want to write for her and i couldn’t help myself,,,, this is my first time writing an imagine-type thing for her so i can only hope i did her justice aha~

warnings: a little bit of swearing

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Shuichi Saihara

— VERY CONCERNED!!! VERY VERY CONCERNED!!!

— you’re so small!! what if you get lost?! what if someone steps on you?! what if you fall off something and die?! what if-

— you’ll have to calm him down before he gives himself an aneurysm lol

— somehow he’s more worried than you are. Miu says she’ll be able to get you back to normal in no time, so why shouldn’t you trust her? Shuichi could give you about a thousand reasons but that’s beside the point

— if it were up to him he would hold you and not let go unless he absolutely has to in order to make sure you don’t get hurt or stuck somewhere but obviously that’s unrealistic

— to an extent, it’s cute how worried he is about you, but it does get annoying from time to time

— i mean, you’re shrunk, not stupid. you know to stay away from edges of tables and other things you could fall from, not to wander off, etc.

— but as frustrating as Shuichi can be you really can’t get upset with him because dammit he’s so cute when he gets protective and you love him so so much

Rantaro Amami

— honestly he’s not super concerned at first

— he trusts you to be careful and not get yourself killed, and he trusts Miu to get you back to normal somehow, so why should he be worried?

— though he’ll still be pretty chill for the most part, he will start to be more protective of you when he starts to fully process the sheer number of tragic deaths you could succumb to in your current shrunken state

— this protectiveness takes the form of him offering you way more assistance than you need

— it’s nice that you want to help out, rantaro, but your s/o doesn’t need you to help them find something to sit on, c’mon now

— he kind of enjoys the way you literally fit right into the palm of his hands

— additionally, there’s now a very small, feral urge in the back of his mind to brush and style your hair like his sisters always used to do with their dolls

— he’ll probably never mention it, but don’t be too surprised if he all of a sudden takes a strong liking to playing with your hair once you’re back to normal

Kokichi Ouma

— did you expect him to treat this situation with the proper concern and caution it deserves? because if so i have bad news for you-

— he thinks it’s so funny how small you are

— like, so funny Miu has to physically intervene to get him to stop cracking up at your tiny form

— obviously you don’t think it’s as funny as he does

— right away he’s thinking of ways he could use your size to his advantage to mess with somebody

— at one point he decides it would be really funny to pretend he’s going to step on you which essentially translates to pretending he’s going to murder you but once you chew him out and explain to him how mean that was he actually feels really bad for upsetting you

— while he’s nowhere near as small as you are now, Kokichi is a rather petite guy, so the size difference between the two of you isn’t quite as drastic as it is between you and the taller guys

— since he’s a little less likely to accidentally smush you, he’s able to sorta cuddle you as if you were a small stuffed animal

— and btw being gently held and all snuggled up in his arms like that??? HEAVEN. LITERAL HEAVEN

Gonta Gokuhara

— if i had to choose someone who’s the least likely to accidentally get you killed while you’re shrunk, it would be Gonta

— i mean, he handles bugs that are much smaller and delicate than you are now, and if he can take such good care of them, obviously he’ll be able to take care of you no problem!

— you draw the line at him putting you in the little bug box he carries with him, though. you’re a human being, not a beetle!

— he likes to have you sit on his shoulders! they’re so broad that there’s plenty of room for you, too

— his hair is long enough for you to hang onto it to keep your balance if you need to!

— being so tiny also really puts into perspective just how gentle Gonta is

— yes, you’ve seen firsthand how he’s able to handle delicate little insects, and he’s always gentle with you, too, but being in the position of an insect in the palm of his hand, so to speak, is so much different

— you’ve never had anyone touch you with so much care, solicitude, and just pure love before and it’s honestly the most incredible feeling in the world

K1-B0

— another very concerned boy

— (s/o) is tiny???? how??? WHY??? HUH??

— at he’s pretty concerned about his knowledge of how humans work and fears he knows much less than he thought

— nobody ever told him they could shrink!!! he didn’t know humans could do that!! that’s because they can’t, kiibo, but i appreciate the concern

— once you explain what happened to him - how you were helping Miu out when her current experiment decided to malfunction and go apeshit, making you the size of a doll in the process - he’s a little less confused but also a lot more angry

— he makes sure to give Miu a thorough lecture on lab safety! he can’t have his s/o getting hurt just by being in the same room as her!!

— don’t worry, he’ll simmer down once you assure him that you’re okay!

— similar to Gonta, Kiibo is very careful with you! he knows you’re much more fragile than he is under normal circumstances, but now that you’re so little he’s even more worried about how susceptible to injury you are

— when he holds you or touches you, he does so with the utmost precision and care, as if you’re made of glass and would shatter if he laid his hands on you incorrectly

— he won’t tell you this, but he’s really looking forward to the day Miu is able to get you back to normal just so he won’t need to be so anxious about your safety anymore

— it’s hard work worrying about the person you love!!

Kaito Momota

— another one who’s probably not as phased by the situation as he should be

— but when Miu told him that she’d accidentally shrunk his s/o, he didn’t think that meant "i shrunk your s/o and don’t have a way fix it at this point in time"

— so when he realizes that now he has to help make sure you don’t, idk, die, he’s a little annoyed. not with you, though!

— i mean, technically he doesn’t *have* to help you out, but it would be a real dick move if he didn’t lol

— he lets you sit up on his shoulder, or in the pocket of his jacket!

— at first he doesn’t totally process that you’re a little more fragile than usual, so he may accidentally manhandle you from time to time

— just be sure to tell him if he’s holding you strangely, or if you’re starting to get uncomfy

— his priority is making sure you’re taken care of and he's not about to let himself of all people get in the way of that!!

Korekiyo Shinguuji

— he’s very worried about you, but he’ll try to hide it

— the last thing he wants to do is make your situation more stressful than it needs to be by fussing over you to no end

— it’s not that he doesn’t think you can take care of yourself anymore! he just doesn’t think the world is safe enough for you anymore!

— if you catch on to his anxiety and decide to question him about it, he’ll most likely go off on a tangent about how ‘humans are at the top of the food chain’ and ‘there’s a reason most predators are large and most prey is small’ and ‘in nature small creatures are naturally put in constant danger" or something

— while you may not necessarily appreciate him comparing you to a small prey animal, you know his heart is in the right place

— he just wants to protect you!!

— Kiyo has pretty large, slender hands, and you fit in his palm rather comfortably

— under normal circumstances, he’s incredibly gentle with you, and his delicacy of his touches increases tenfold now that you’re so tiny

— in a strange way, it almost feels like he handles you the same way he would handle some sort of fragile, ancient artifact that could be destroyed with just the smallest slip of the hand

— frankly, it’s a bit of an unusual sensation, albeit in a good way!! it’s nice to be touched so gently, y’know?

Ryoma Hoshi

— he’s glad to have a chance to be the tall one in the relationship... lol i’m jk... or am i?

— unlike the other guys, Ryoma doesn’t really dote on you and assume you need his help for everything, mostly because he knows firsthand what it’s like to be so much smaller than someone

— he doesn’t really like being treated like he’s helpless, or needs constant aid from taller people, so he’s mindful of the way he responds to the situation as not to end up behaving exactly like those who frustrate him to no end

— of course if you need him for anything, whether it’s helping you go from one place to another, or just wanting some love from your boyfriend, he’s always right there for you!

— however, sometimes he needs to go get someone taller than him to help you out with something, which he really Does Not Enjoy™️, so before you ask him to help you get something from up high (by your current standards, ofc) be sure to ask yourself if it really can’t wait until you’re back to normal lol

— like with Kokichi, the size difference between you and Ryoma isn’t all that drastic compared to some of the others, so he also manages to cuddle you without much issue. it’s a little awkward at first, but at least there’s no fear he might accidentally lay on top of you and squish you to death

— perks of having a boyfriend who’s 3’5", y’know?

Miu Iruma

— you’ve always enjoyed helping Miu out in her lab, and it isn’t uncommon for her to request your assistance with something, but up until now nothing has ever really... gone wrong in there, at least not majorly

— somehow, whatever shrinking device she’d been working on decided to have an absolute freak attack and target you, not the watermelon she was about to test it on, and now you’re about ten times smaller than you should be

— at least it works... right?

— she’s very apologetic and honestly feels so incredibly guilty that she could have possibly let something like this happen to you

— you’re honestly not very upset at first. she can fix it and you’ll be back to normal in no time, right? ...right?

— now is not the best time for Miu to be telling you about how she hasn’t yet developed a way to reverse the shrinking properties of her latest invention, but unfortunately she doesn’t really have another choice

— in the meantime, she takes it upon herself to whip up a few things to make your new life as a tiny person easier until she can dedicate her time to finding out how to get you back to normal

— you’re a little surprised at the sheer amount of robotic tools and gadgets provided to you that she just had laying around, as well as how quickly she’s able to throw together little devices to help you get around quicker, or reach things up high

— if there was any doubt that she was truly upset that her experimentation could have gone so wrong, it all vanishes the second she places her lips on your head (you may be small but that’s not going to stop her from kissing you!!) and says she’s never going to let herself put you in harms way ever again

— she loves you more than anything in the world, and would spend the rest of her life trying to undo the damage she caused if she had to! that’s how much you mean to her <3

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[h2bakugou]

hitoshi x reader where denki and reader have been friends their whole lives, and after introducing the two, both hitoshi and y/n start going to denki about their feelings for each other and how much they struggle

denki eventually gets sick of it and starts finding different ways to get them together (eventually ending with them being like "oh i didn't think you liked me" and finally dating

maybe a bonus scene of denki's reaction to seeing them together and being like "hecking finally"

- 🪶

a/n: hii love!! this is a really cute idea omg i love this sm <3 i hope you enjoy it!!

summary: denki's been your childhood friend since, well childhood. when he introduces you to a certain lavendar-haired boy, you find yourself opening up to denki about your crush, and so does someone else.

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff

word count: 2.1k

;cut for length;

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The electric blonde has been your childhood friend for years. You grew up together, you told each other pretty much everything. There was the occasional talk about crushes, boys, girls, and whatever else you could talk about while growing up.

You'd always been there for each other, and now you were both attending U.A., and being in the same class had been proven to be a bit of a task for Mr. Aizawa.

The day had pretty much just started, and Denki had asked you to come with him on your first break. You were almost always hanging out with him anyway, so you were a bit confused as to why he'd wanted you to come with him.

"Hitoshi!" Denki called out, alerting both you and the lavender-haired boy of your presence.

"Oh, hi Kami-" Hitoshi falls silent as he stares at the person beside Denki. You.

Shinso feels the world stop for a few seconds as he stares at you. He's honestly speechless.

Much like you are. You'd heard about this boy now that you've heard his name, and staring at him, you can feel your heart swell in your chest. He's so handsome.

"I thought I would introduce you two! Maybe we could all go hang out together this weekend since we won't have classes." Denki's sudden plans that would include this cute boy makes your face heat up. You begin to feel self-conscious, flattening your uniform, or tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you glance at Denki.

"We're off for once?" You question.

"Yeah! We could go do laser tag, or watch a movie in my dorm?" Denki offers, grinning. His intentions had been pure, just wanting to introduce two friends.

"Oh, I totally forgot! Hitoshi, this is (Y/n), (Y/n) this is-"

"Hitoshi, Shinso." Hitoshi speaks up, and your heart throbs in your chest at the sound of his voice. It's oddly charming. And so is the soft scent of sage and teakwood that surrounds him. It had to be his cologne, whatever it was though, you enjoyed it.

"It's nice to meet you." You speak up, extending a hand to shake. Shinso glanced own before placing his palm in yours, giving you a gentle handshake. His touch is electrifying and sends sparks coursing through your veins as you pull away.

"Yeah." Shinso looks back at Kaminari, who's beaming at him, a shit-eating grin on his lips. Kaminari was reading Shinso like a book.

"Well, we've got to get back to classes! We'll talk our plans over later!"

And with that, Kaminari is yanking you back down the hall, running to make it back to class on time.

During lunch, your phone pings, signaling you've been added to a group chat. You immediately recognize Kaminari's number, his contact labeled 'kami :D' popping up followed an unknown number.

who's that?

The number asks. You see Kaminari typing a response.

It's (y/n) dummy, add them into your contacts🙄🙄

You realize this number must be Shinso, so you decide to type a reply.

it's shinso right? i'll add u too ^^

You quickly add Shinso's contact into your phone and put a purple heart beside his name. Kaminari glances over at your phone and giggles.

"A heart already? You just met!" Kaminari teases and you're plastering your hand over his mouth to keep him from speaking too loud.

"Shut up! I just think he's sweet! Besides do we need to talk about your contact info for-"

"Okay! Okay!" Kaminari quickly shushes you, not wanting his current crush to find out about whatever their contact info is.

A few days go by, and after your hangout session with Kaminari and Shinso, you find yourself falling for him more and more.

But Shinso is the one that drops the first hint to Kaminari.

"So is (Y/n) seeing anyone?" Shinso asks, helping Kaminari clean his cartilage piercing.

"What like romantically?" Kaminari asks, sitting up with his ear turned to face Shinso while his cold fingers brushed against his ear.

"Yes, you idiot. Do they have like a boyfriend or girlfriend?" Shinso asks. He's nervous.

"Nope! (Y/n) hasn't talked to me about a crush or anything. They're always showing me these fictional people though. Why? You know someone that likes them~" Kaminari wiggles his brows at the purple-haired boy.

"Shut up. 'm just askin'." Shinso is finally done with the cotton swab and tosses it before letting Kaminari go, his fresh piercing all clean.

Suddenly a knock on the door pulls them away from the conversation and Kaminari is on his toes opening it to reveal you in some goofy pajamas.

"I'm ready for pizza and mario-" Your face contorts in horror as you stare at Shinso on his bed, out of uniform in something dark and mysterious, a loose dark plaid button-up and dark jeans.

"Nevermind! Sorry for bugging you!" You yell and run back to your dorm, hiding your face in embarrassment.

"Wait! I wanted pizza!" Kaminari calls out to you in the hallway but you don't turn around.

Shinso's face is red when Kaminari turns back to look at him.

You looked so cute, and so effortlessly- You weren't trying to impress anyone, yet you looked stunning. In nothing but some silly matching pajamas that Denki most likely had a pair to match, you looked so cute.

"You didn't tell me you ate pizza and played Mario Kart..." Shinso says, faking hurt in his sentence.

"Oh shut up! Go to their dorm and see if they wanna come back up, I'll get it set up." Denki sighs.

Shinso's on the move, making his way to your dorm thanks to Kaminari's excellent directions. Knocking on your door, he feels nervous, anxious even. His heart's pounding in his chest and then cool air washes over him as you open your door.

"Kami I'm sorry I-" You freeze as you stared at the boy in front of you.

"Ohmygod." You say quietly, quickly hiding yourself behind your door.

"Hi!!" You speak up, glancing at him from behind your door.

"Why are you hiding behind your door?" Shinso asks, a small smile on his lips.

"Your pj's are cute."

It echoes in your head, over. and over. and over again.

Your pj's are cute.

You slowly reveal yourself and look away.

"So, did Kami send you down here?" You ask quietly.

"He did, he wants you to come back up, and if it's alright with you, I'd like to hang out too, though I don't have any cool pj's to wear."

Shinso's voice calms you down, though your heart still seems to beat faster and faster.

"I actually, um, hang on. You can come in!" You allow him into your dorm, and he doesn't decline.

He glances around, admiring the pictures of you and Kami. He giggles about how silly young Denki looks with his hair all crazy and spiked up.

"You guys have been friends for a while it looks."

"Since kindergarten! He shocked me on accident, and when he apologized, we just sorta clicked. Been besties ever since." You search through your drawers and eventually find a kitty onesie that was a bit too big for you.

"I think this should fit you."

"It's kitty onesie, though you don't have to wear it!"

"Did you say kitty?" Shinso's ears perk up and you nod. He graciously takes it and the two of you leave to return to Denki. Shinso changes in his bathroom.

It smells like you, and Shinso has to stop himself from smelling the hood every five seconds as he leaves. You just smell so sweet, it's kind of alarming how soothing it is.

You all play and it's a great night, until Denki decides to play a scary movie after. You're sandwiched between the boys but begin to doze off about halfway through the movie.

Your head leans on Shinso's shoulder while you doze off, and he notices right away. He glances at Kaminari who only gives him a reassuring wink.

"You're stupid." Shinso whispers.

"They like to cuddle~" Kaminari suggests.

Shinso graciously lays an arm over you, hugging you to his chest as you readjust in your sleep. You're so warm, and Shinso begins to doze off too.

When you wake up in the morning, you've been covered up by a fuzzy blanket, but the warmth radiating under you is the most alarming.

Your sleepy eyes open to see the purple-haired boy you have a crush on, under you. Your eyes widen but you don't move away. Instead, you lay back down, not wanting to wake him.

His arm rests around you, and his breathing is so calming. It lulls you back to sleep.

You don't talk about that night much afterward, until you're knocking on Kami's door at one in the morning after a bad dream.

"Is Shinso single?" You ask quietly.

"Yeah, why ya askin' me though?" Kaminari hugs you, your head resting on his shoulder.

"I'm too nervous to ask him." You giggle.

"So you like him?"

"Yeah. He's really sweet, and super cute too." You admit, pulling away to stare at your best friend.

"I'm totally not his type though."

"I'm going to beat you up." Kaminari jokes. You shake your head and laugh.

"He's gotta be into like super hardcore goth punk rock-"

"You're so oblivious." Kaminari interrupts you. You roll your eyes and get comfortable on the edge of his bed, snuggling with one of his plushies.

"Just go to sleep, you idiot." You throw another plushy at him.

"You're in my dorm! I can and will kick you out." Denki huffs.

"As if. You need my snoring as your white noise." You tease him.

"You're so mean to me." Denki pouts.

By the same time next week, Denki's heard Shinso's confession about his crush on you, and every little detail about what both of you had to say about the other.

And Denki was honestly tired of it, endearingly of course. So he was setting you two up.

"I need you to meet me here at two. Wear something cute." Is what the text had said. You repeated it as you put together a cute outfit.

Shinso had received the same text and was just wearing something casual like he usually did.

However, when you both spotted each other and not Denki, you began to realize what was happening.

"He's not coming, is he?" You spoke softly, staring at the attractive boy in front of you.

"I guess not." Shinso looks over at the cafe you're standing outside. It's a cat cafe.

"Well, if you're not busy, wanna grab a bite to eat?" Shinso offers, nodding toward the cafe.

"I'd really like that, actually. Thank you." You smile. He offers his hand and you take it gracefully, smiling at how warm it is.

Shinso's phone pings halfway through your piece of cake with a message from Kaminari.

nows ur chance dude, ask them out

Shinso swallows his fear and looks up at you. You're so beautiful, even all dressed up, you look adorable.

You're petting an all-white kitty that's laying in your lap.

"Hey, (Y/n)?" Shinso gets your attention.

"Mhm?" You hum, smiling at him.

"Do you wanna, maybe do this again sometime?" He asks, a blush on his cheeks.

"Like, as a date?" You ask, your own face heating up.

"Yeah. As a date, and as a couple." He glances over at a pretty black cat that begins to nudge your arm for a few pets as well.

"I'd like that." You smile, your heart swelling.

"Then it's settled."

Afterward, neither of you can contain your excitement. Walking back to the dorm with your hand in his, Kaminari is elated.

"Finally." He sighs.

"Finally?!" You both say in unison.

"You should've confessed the day you met. I had to listen to you two being sappy about one another for two weeks straight."

Both you and Shinso feel flustered at Kaminari's comment.

"But it's okay. I love you two so I'll tolerate it. But you two better get along or no more pizza and Mario Kart. You'll have to deal with Bakugou, and I don't think you'll enjoy buying a new controller every time you want to play."

Kaminari was genuinely happy to see you both together, and both be happy.

"Thanks, for you know." You nudge him while sitting on his bed, Shinso was gone, using the bathroom.

"What are you talking about. I didn't help. You two just finally confessed. You did that on your own."

"Yeah but, you made me feel confident about it." You smile.

"That's what I'm here for!" Kaminari smiles.

You couldn't ask for a better friend, or a better boyfriend.

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[sleeplessdreamer14]

I know these two are gonna get married so how did Jim propose to Sophie when that time comes?

I put everything on hold for this right here 👆🏽👆🏽I’ve actually talked to a couple of mutuals about this before and it’s just so nice to think about so I’m so glad you asked. Just a fair warning, this is gonna get pretty sappy, so prepare yourselves.

They’ve been dating for about 7 years when Jim decides he wants to marry Sophia. Overall their relationship is one of if not the healthiest in their friend group so that’s good :3

Jim has actually thought about it before, but only now is he really going through with it.

And of course they’ve both eluded to the idea in conversation a couple times before, but the topic would often leave just as soon as it came

He’s super anxious, obviously. Poor lad just wants to do this right. Not just the proposal, but their marriage overall if they are to say yes.

No matter what happens, there’s no way he’s ever going to take this love for granted.

Back before the treasure planet voyage, Jim never thought he’d ever have a chance at a future with her, but here he is, and he never forgets how lucky he is. Who needs treasure when you’ve got the sweetest person in the world for a best friend & lover?

If he’s charting his own course, then he wants this to be forever. Jim knows what he wants, and he’s ready, all he needs is an answer from her.

he goes to Theodosia and makes sure she’s cool with him marrying her daughter

Jim even visited Connor’s memorial, even though he knew he wouldn’t get an actual response and was like “I really love your kid and I wanna marry them, I hope that’s okay.”

Jim went to confide in his mom, and she was actually kind of nervous about it.

Not on purpose, of course, it’s just the trauma of Leland leaving her making her anxious, even though she knows they’ll be okay.

So Sarah has a long and late and personal talking to with Jim. "I hope I raised you well enough for you to already know this.. But you need to be SURE your ready for this. Understand? This is everything.."

He understands, and promises that he won’t make his father’s mistakes (big tight 3 minute long hug :3)

When he first told Silver he was planning on popping the question, Silver’s first response was “Well it’s ‘bout time!”

When Jim expresses that he’s nervous, even though Silver honestly doubts she’ll say no, he understand how important this is to him. “Just be yerself. Don't be afraid about showing her yer nervous. That just shows how much she means to you."

In the end, he tells him to simply hope for a yes, and prepare himself for a no.

And then comes the fateful day. it’s not really planned, he just goes with his gut.

They go somewhere quiet where they can watch the afterglow.

Jim eases into the conversation, telling her that he’s wanted to ask her something for a while.

He’s also sure it clarify that it’s perfectly okay if their answer to said question is no. The last thing he wants is for them to feel pressured into saying yes.

Sophie’s a little anxious, but listens intently as Jim proceeds to basically pour his heart out, bringing them both close to tears.

They notice that his hands are getting shaky, so they gently squeeze them for comfort.

once he comes to the end of his little speech, Jim takes a deep breath and gets down on one knee.

upon realizing exactly what’s happening, Sophie has to stifle a whimper and keep their legs from giving out.

“Sophia Moana Luca Iris, will you marry me?”

it takes a moment for Sophie to respond, she’s trying not to cry (and kinda sorta utterly failing)

“Of course.”

soft tackle hug, happy crying, a lotta kisses

y’know all those weird wedding traditions? yeah, toss them out the window.

greenery >>> floral arrangements

groomsmen & bridesmaids are out ❌ besties and wedding party are in ✅

J: who the hell invented the garter toss? S: no clue, scratch it out.

A thousand years could disappear and they would still love each other just as much as they do now. All they really want is to stay together, so that’s what they’re gonna do.

@aalbliii @ohdamnitsaferret @emerald-echeveria-plant @uselessalexis165 @the-weirdos-mind @wallymcflubberfins if any of you would like to contribute, just put it in a reblog :3

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