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Genshin x Pregnant reader.

Part 1.

Part 2

Part 3

(It will take a long time for the other parts to come out so bear with me PLEASE)

It will still be GN!

Characters: Venti, Diluc, Kaeya, Aether, Zhongli, Xiao, Childe.

Warnings: Pregnancy, throwing up, screaming, pain, fainting, water breaking, mentions of death (no dying), alcohol, tearing, unexpected second baby.

Notes: not proofread, okay some of these are WAY different than the others but I'm just gonna leave it like that.

PLEASE READ!!! You need to know this for the story!! VVV

Venti, Xiao, and Zhongli will have longer stories. Only because I really want to add the difficulty of their pregnancy.

In Ventis story, the reader is a demi-god, which causes the pregnancy to go softer than it would if they were a human. I also made it to where the pregnancy is affected by the archons power? Basically, the baby is like a tornado 💀.

In Xiaos, you were an old demi-god. After the war, you had placed down your role and settled down in Wangshu Inn. You and Xiao were close for a while and started dating for about 200 years, then you fell pregnant. You, being a demi-god, assisted your pregnancy, but his Karma SPED up the process. I have a belief that if a Yaksha had a kid during the war, it would take like a week cause the kid would be bred to immediately go to war? But now that everything is calm and you lengthen the process, it takes a little longer, and it's not a blood thirsty baby.

Zhonglis, in Zhongli, the reader, is an Adepti. Both you and Zhongli have been together for a LONG while. And, both of you consider Ganyu and Xiao to be your kids. When he took his "mortal" plane, the two of you forgot you could fall pregnant. So, the pregnancy was a scare.

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Aether (please read the notes!)

You hobbled out of your room in Wangshu Inn, Xiao, quickly following behind your wobbling body. You had decided to 'settle down' in Liyue. There would be many times when Aether couldn't stay with you during your pregnancy, so he had asked his dear friend to watch over you while he was gone. Xiao was hesitant, but once he saw your state, he agreed.

Your belly was round. You were 7 months in your pregnancy, and it caused all kinds of aches and pains. Aethers baby had PLENTY of room in your expanded belly. You walked close to the balcony, Xiao watching your every move. "Xiaoo, come on, Aether will be here within the hour. Please just take a break." You huffed out at your friend. This man wouldn't leave your side at all. He shook his head yet again. "I was given a duty, and if anything were to happen to either of you within that hour, I'd be responsible."

You grumbled at his response, your baby kicking your stomach in protest to his words. "Even the baby agrees," you huffed. Your irises moved to look at the gorgeous scenery in front of the inn, only to spot your beautiful blonde husband and floating companion. "Oh my archons!! AETHER!" You shouted, catching the males attention, you jumped up slightly, causing Xiao to scold you as he grabbed your arm.

Aether sped up his pace, and soon enough, he was in front of you, kneeling and hugging your stomach. Pressing small kisses everywhere he cold. "How have they been? I hope they aren't kicking you too much." His sweet voice said, Paimon nodded quickly. Despite him only being gone for a short while, tears still weld up in your eyes. "Oh no, they haven't been doi -" your voice was cut off by the anemo yaksha, who disapproved of your statement. "They're lying. The baby consistently kicks them." His voice was serious, but his face held ever so faint smile as he watched the two of you. You giggled at Paimon, who started to scold your stomach. "Rude baby! You need to take care of (y/n)!"

After Paimons wrath, she followed Xiao to give you your space, and finally, the two of you alone together. Well, technically, three.

"I've missed you, love," you said, catching the attention of aethers' golden irises. He smiled at your words, "I've missed you so much more." He grabbed your face, landing a soft, delicate kiss on your lips. The both of you sat down and caught up on things.

~Two months later~

You were walking back from the bathroom, Xiao and Aether had gone to Liyue Harbor to grab some last-minute things for your pregnancy. Before you could sit down, a large snap was felt in your stomach, causing you to gasp as fuild leaked down your legs. "AETHERR!" You yelled. There's no way he could've heard you, but you didn't know what to do, so you paced grabbing a bunch of stuff. In a quick flash, Aether stood in front of you, both of you panicking.

~Small skip~

It had been two months since you had given birth to your kid, Aether was an amazing parent. It's almost as if he was meant to be one. Currently, Paimon was your kids' favorite toy. Whenever she would fly over them, they would reach out, trying to grab her cute cape. And you are now waiting to tell your husband that you're expecting another kid.

(Bonus: Xiao is the 'godparent' of your child(ren), he always watches over them. When the two of you named your youngest after him, he teared up a little.)

Childe (Tartaglia, Ajax)

Your hands shook as you held the paperwork that Baizhu had given you. Pregnant was written in bold letters. You sat the papers facing down on your table and rubbed your temples. You knew that Childe wanted a family, but neither of you wanted one now. Strong arms snaked around your abdomen, shocking you. "My love, what are you stressing about?" The freckled man asked as he placed soft kisses on your neck.

You stiffened at his touch, causing alarms to go off in his head. Never had you once done that before. He flipped you around and looked into your teary eyes for an answer. His hands rubbed up and down your arms reassuringly.

"I-" you stopped yourself, your eyes looking down. "I just wanna say, I am happy to do this with you, I just -" you sighed. "I need you to be there." More tears fell down your eyes. He was confused.

Were you trying to say he wasn't there in the relationship enough? He tried his best. He would do as much as he-.

His thoughts were interrupted by you shoving the papers in his arms. He looked down, and his thoughts immediately went towards death. But then his blue irises spotted it. His breath stayed in his chest as tears spilled from his eyes as well. "I'm gonna be a dad," he mumbled. He placed the papers down and tackled you into a hug. "IM GONNA BE A DAD!"

His dull eyes finally had light in them, this is what he had always wanted....

Your pregnancy was rough, even though you were only at four months. You were constantly sick. Always throwing up all of your food, and it made you weak. This terrified Childe, but you were trudging through it like a champ. Recently, you found out that you were expecting three kids, which caused the both of you to nearly faint. However, you were ready....

You walked into your living room with some celery sticks, Childe smiled at you. You were ready to pop any day now. You had pretty heavy contractions but nothing other than that. You wobbled over to sit, but you dropped your celery stick. When you bent over, you had thought you peed yourself, however... your water broke. Your eyes widened, and you stared at childe. "You pee yourself again?" He said jokingly. However, his deep smile went away. He surely misunderstood the situation. He stood up and grabbed your baby bag, rushing you out of the house.

Childe was the best father anyone could have asked for. All his experiences with his little siblings really worked well for the future. The two of you currently stood in the nursery room, watching all three of your kids sleep peacefully. Childe rubbed your shoulders. "Such a good parent, hm my love." he kissed your neck softly, complimenting you on your skills. "How about two more?" You blushed at his joke. However, his hands went to your waist as the kisses on your neck got sloppier. He wasn't joking...

(Bonus: Zhongli would visit once in a while. The kids all seemed to love him. He would hum old lullabies and tell old stories to help the kiddos sleep. When he found out you were pregnant again, he bonked Childe on the held and scolded him for hours.)

Diluc

You walked out of your room, your red-haired husband following you like a lost puppy. "Luc! I am okay, please. My love, I need you to worry about yourself as well." You turned your body to face your stubborn husband, your large belly softly pressing against his muscular abdomen. He huffed slightly, placing his large, warm hands on where your kid had laid. "I'm not just worrying about you, I'm also worrying about little Creya," you smiled warmly at the name, when Albedo told you guys that your baby was going to be a male. The two of you agreed to name it after his father Crepus and the oh so supportive Kaeya.

"I can't wait to tell Kaeya our babies name." You said as you kissed Diluc sweetly. "I was thinking we could tell him now? We already went to my father's grave and told him, mind as well tell the living one." A bittersweet smile formed on both of your lips. You jumped up and down, excitement flowing through your veins, "Oh dear! How should we tell him. My my this is so exciting." Your movements worried Diluc. However, he calmed down. "I have just the idea."

The two of you knocked on his door, the blue-haired male answered, his face holding a confused smile. "And what brings you here, awe, was it my nephew visiting? Hmmm??? I just know he's gonna be just like Uncle Kaeya." The younger brother smiled and ushered the two of you in.

"Well, it is about the baby." Your husband said calmly, handing him some dandelion wine. Kaeya nodded in anticipation. "Well, we found a name!...... actually we have for a while," you said, murmuring the last part. "Uh ow? And you didn't tell me?!" You reached out for Dilucs' hand, rubbing it reassuringly. "Brother..." He started. For some reason, Kaeya felt a bit of fear entering his chest.

"We decided to name him Creya Ragnvindr, after father and you." Dilucs voice cracked a little. Kaeya stood there in shock, a line of tears streaming down his face. In a sudden motion, he tackled his brother. It wasn't often the two of them got along. But that all changed when baby Creya came around.

~two weeks later~

"DILUCCC" Your agonizing shout could be heard. Your contractions were absolutely awful today. Your husband ran upstairs and into your room, and his eyes flickered to the wet floor. He rushed to your body, softly leading you downstairs. He had hired a midwife to deliver the baby, and he sent one of the maids to grab her. "Shhh, deep breaths, my love.... I know it hurts. I'm here. I'm here." He laid your body down on the makeshift bed that was downstairs. "Look at me, love, don't take your eyes off of me, dear."

His hands shook heavily, tears pouring from excitement and downright fear. He was scared that you were going to end up like his mother. However, you were strong, you had this down.

Diluc was a soft father. He would always spoil his sweet, red-haired baby. He would always bring him wherever he'd go unless, of course, it was somewhere unsafe. He was humming to Creya, his left hand slowly rocking him as his right continued to sort through papers.

(Bonus: Kaeya would practically try and steal your son. He'd be over all the time to take the "load" off of your guy's backs. However, he did it for himself. He was the world's proudest uncle.)

Kaeya

Kaeya walked into the house perfectly on time for dinner. Ever since the two of you had found out that you were pregnant, he didn't stay even a second later at work. He walked up to you and wrapped his arms around your body, seemingly charging his social battery. "Mmm, it smells delicious, my snowflake. How's our baby doing?" You smiled and hugged him softly, "I've missed you. Our little baby has been kicking me all day." Kaeyas face frowned, he knelt down to your large belly. "My my, abuse isn't funny, kiddo." He scolded your kid through your stomach.

"Diluc came by today. He gave us Virgin Dandelion Wine? I tried it, and I think it tastes the same." You placed the food on the plates and poured the pregnancy safe wine. "Hm, I think my brother is finally getting around. Also, go sit down. I got this." He led your body to the dining table. "Hey! I got it Kae!" Your husband only smirked and shook his head, "Absolutely not."

He placed the food down and sat beside you, a heavy kick hit your stomach again, causing you to grip the table in pain. The cryo user frowned once again, freezing his hand ever so slightly and placing it on your stomach. You hissed at first but eased into the coolness. Your baby seemed to love it as well. "I told you to stop kicking!" He whispered-shouted. His free hand picked up your fork and placed the food in your mouth, assisting you throughout the whole night.

~Two months later~

A large gasp fell from your chest as you quickly grasped your husband's shirt, your body slightly going to the ground. He whipped his head towards you and grabbed your body, "Okay, okay, let's go." he lifted your body and carefully ran to the Mondstat nurse.

Once the two of you settled down, your closest friends Jean, Diluc, and Venti rushed in. They all had different gifts. They were soon ushered out by the nurse. Kaeya stood by your side, whispering sweet things as the baby tore your insides out.

Kaeya was an amazing father. However, he was a troublemaker. He would always get your kid to do things they weren't supposed to, and you have to admit it was funny. Your husband had started to take fewer shifts so he could be there with you while raising your family. Currently, the two of you snuck in your baby to go see Lisa at the KOF library. "Awe, deary! They're so adorable." The woman exclaimed, softly tickling their stomach.

(Bonus: You and Kaeya had invited Diluc over for dinner. The three of you shared stories, both Kaeya and Diluc, using their visions to assist you if you were ever in need. "Diluc, I have a question, brother." Kaeya stated, "Diluc hummed in response. "Would you like to be their 'God' father?" Diluc practically choked on his food and looked at Kaeya with wide eyes. "I-" he hesitated. "Are you sure?" His pupils were dilated. "Then it's settled! God father, LuLu!" You exclaimed.)

Venti (Barbatos)

You woke up to Venti humming to your stomach quietly. "Hey Barb," you mumbled. His eyes shot up to face you, "Good morning, Blume!" His smile lit up the room, and his cold hands softly held your face as he peppered you with kisses. You groaned slightly, nausea hitting your body. You threw your legs off the bed, quickly getting up and rushing to the bathroom. Your head hovered over the toilet as you threw up, mostly dry heaving due to the lack of food in your system.

Venti was right behind you, his hands massaging your shoulders as he brought in a soft breeze to cool you down. He was always a happy go lucky person. However, he hated seeing you sick. "Barb pregnancy really sucks." You muttered. He frowned slightly, "I'm sorry, my Blume, if I knew -" You shut him up by hugging him "I am more than happy to go through this if it means we get to have a family."

He smiled and hugged you tighter, "Well then, let's get you some fresh air, we can go out to eat this morning!" He kissed your lips before swiftly moving down to your stomach, despite you not having a bump yet. Your symptoms were awful. That's what you get for having sex with an Archon, I guess.

The two of you made it to the restaurant. You ordered tea break pancakes and Mondstadt hashbrowns. Venti created a soft breeze, making sure the weather was completely perfect. As you ate the hash Browns, a small cramp shot through your stomach, your eyes widened, causing Venti

~Two months later~

It had only been such a short while since you fell pregnant, but at this point, you looked 7 months along. The whole pregnancy took a heavy toll on your body. You were constantly tired, aching, and most of all, emotional. Venti was supper happy. However, he was stressed out of his mind. It was really obvious that he had been scared to lose his lover. Whenever you would gasp, his heart would drop, thinking that your body finally gave out. He would always mutter an apology whenever you were in pain. It wasn't always like this, though. Sometimes, your baby would take a day off. Leaving you feeling completely rejuvenated, those days would mainly be spent going outside and having lots of fun with your husband.

~Five months along~

You gasped out, grabbing the table beside you. This gasp was different from all the other ones that have played in Barbs' ears. He quickly ran over to you. You opened your mouth to scream, but nothing came out. He started to panic, thinking that you were dying. However, when his foot stepped in a puddle, it all came crashing down. Venti helped you sit down before quickly running to the front door, yelling to get peoples attention. Pregnancy took nine months?! Why did your water break after five??

Doctors came rushing in, and the process began.

Hours had gone by, Venti was in the living room, tears streaming down his face as your agonizing screams could he heard from the bedroom. Diluc and Jean had ran as soon as they heard the noise, the two of them were the only ones to know of his true identity of course. They tried their best to comfort him, it was difficult seeing the never down bard lose his composure.

The screaming stopped, Barbatos's eyes widening, heart stopping. However, once the babies cries were heard, his heart pounded into his chest. He ran into the bedroom only to find you weakly holding onto your baby. He walked towards you, kissing your forehead. "I'm so sorry, Blume... how are you feeling?" He asked, his full attention on you. You smiled warmly. "It was worth it, bar-venti," you corrected yourself. "Look at them," your husband looked down at your child. They had your haircolor, with slightly glowing ends. His bright smile came back again, heavy winds swirling outside. "Love, might wanna calm down a bit." You giggled, causing him to get into touch with reality again. "It might just be impossible to do so."

Barbatos was a fun father. He would always bring your baby out on adventures and would sing and dance with them. He wanted another baby but would absolutely not put you through that again. However, when you told him you'd be completely fine with it, you guys tried for another. It was a success, luckily this kid was a LOT calmer than your first.

(Bonus: Jean smiled heavily as she held the tiny little human in her arms. She would always come over and assist the two of you whenever she wasn't slammed with her job. She truly loved both of your kids as if they were her own)

Xiao

His yellow eyes looked into yours in fear "(y/n)...." He whispered, his hands trembling as his eyes started to water. "I can't -" a sob broke through his chest, and your heart broke a little. Neither of you wanted a kid, but here you are, pregnant. "I can't lose you too!" He finally shouted. Tears were streaming down his face, sobs breaking out. You had never, ever seen him like this. It was frightening. "I- xiao, I'm sorry." Shameful tears left your eyes, your hand grabbing his softly. "Adepti can have kids, Yanfei and Ganyu are here, you know!" His breathing slowed, pure terror still in his eyes. "I have karma... I am a soul shattering yaksha! I'm not meant to have a child!" He shouted again, his hand gripped yours tightly. He wasn't intending on scaring you, he was just frightened of losing you.

Your sorrowful eyes brought him to slight reality, "If there's a way we can reverse this, then let's do -" Your words were cut off by Xiao hugging you tightly. "No, I can already see your love for this unborn child. Let's talk to Cloud Retainer before we make any rash decisions." He mumbled softly, his hands clutched onto your back as if you were to perish at any time.

The two of you came back from the Cloud Retainer. She had informed the two of you that because of him being a yaksha and you being an old demi-god that the pregnancy would be very fast. She also confirmed that the karma would in fact take a heavy toll on your body, but if the two of you were careful, then you both would be fine.

~Four weeks later~

Fast was an understament. your body was aching at all times. A very large bump was apparent on your body. Xiao had been with you at ALL. Not once did he let you move on your own. You were like a fragile glass, but now you were holding precious cargo. Verr Goldet had hired a nurse to stay there at all times, a congratulations gift sort of. So whenever the karma got too much the nurse would always be there to help.

Currently, you were lying on the bed, trying to do breathing exercises. "Xiao," you mumbled. He swiftly walked over to you. "What's the matter?" He asked. Worry filled his veins. "Could you hold me?" You asked, your voice quiet. "Are you su-" you huffed, cutting him off. "I don't care about the extra karma yiu grumpy adeptus. Your pregnant partner needs you to hold them!" You shouted softly. Despite the 'hostility' your tone, He softly smiled and crawled on the bed, holding your body close.

His movements stopped when you burst into tears, "wha-" he tried to say but a crackled sob interrupted him "I'm sorry for yelling Xiao!" You sobbed into his chest. Boy boy were these pregnancy emotions gonna kill him.

~Two weeks later~

Everyone had assumed that you were going to pop soon, and new faces showed up at the Wangshu Inn to assist the poor nurse during the pregnancy. Cloud Retainer, Zhongli, Aether, and Ganyu had all shown up to help you. It was very overwhelming for Verr, but she understood.

You were talking to Zhongli while Aether and Ganyu forced your husband to leave the inn. When suddenly a large abnormally painful snap charged into your stomach, a blood curdling scream erupted from your throat. Zhongli immediately grabbed your body, preventing you from falling, and he yelled your husband's name. The nurse and retainer ran inside. Xiao teleporting in the room while the other two ran towards the inn as fast as they possibly could.

Cloud Retainer and Ganyu were the only ones in the room. The nurse was even kicked out. Zhongli and Aether comforted the horrified Xiao as your torturous screams echoed off the wall. "They're going to die," Xiao muttered quietly, tears flowing down. "Hey! Don't say that you have some faith in them!" Aethers floating companion said. "Hate to agree with bestie paimon, but they're going to be fine. They need your support more than anything right now, " Aether said. Their words did slightly calm him down, but your never-ending screams even worried Zhongli. Whom saw you like his own child.

An hour went by, the screaming came to an end, and the Cloud Retainer left the room. Xiaos heart paced heavily, "did they -" his voice got caught in his throat. "They are both fine and waiting for you, but pl -"

Xiao didn't even let her finish before he ran into the room. His eyes landed on your body, holding your kid peacefully. A sigh of relief left his throat "Archons you're beautiful. Both of you, " he mumbled, his body dipped on the bed and carefully held you. "Hold your baby, Xiao," you said weakly. His hesitant hands grabbed his kid, and he softly hummed. His eyes were filled with adoration. "It's not so bad now, is it Xiao." He shook his head softly. "No, not at all."

Xiaos parenting was odd. Both of you hadn't really known what to do, but you still did your best. The baby grew around many people, Verr being the one who spoiled them the most. "Go to your father!" Your baby stood up and wobbled over to Xiao, their first ever steps being taken.

(Bonus: Zhongli walked into the room after everyone else had left. You whispered a small hello to him, "Look, baby! It's grandpa." You muttered softly, Zhonglis eyes lit up at the title you had given him. And when he first held the baby, he declared in his head he would destroy anyone who walked in his grandkids path.)

Zhongli

His hands rubbed your stomach. "Dear.... do you know what this means?" His honeycomb voice asked you, you shook your head slightly. "I-" you stopped, he grabbed your hand reassuringly. "I know it will be a hassle, but I want to try it if you're comfortable with that." You said, your eyes shifting to the floor. His ungloved hand grabbed your chin, moving your face to look at him.

"Sweetheart, I would wish nothing more. However, we do need to go see Cloud Retainer about this." You blushed heavily and nodded "Ah of course! Let me grab my stuff."

The two of you headed back from the mountain, "Wow," you mumbled. He unlocked the house and sat on the couch, pulling you on his lap. "I will be here every step of the way, my love." The process was going to practically ruin your body.

"Li, we need to tell Ganyu and Xi- uhm our adoptive son. We need as much help as we can get." You mumbled in his embrace, trying not to summon him just by mentioning his name. "I'll go get her, you call for him, is that okay with you?" You nodded, your Geo husband left the house, and you called for the anemo yaksha.

"Xiao!" You said carefully, the room filled with dark green, his body swarming through the room. "What happened?" He said alarmed, once he saw your calmness, he placed his pole arm down and sighed. "Hey, grump." You smiled, gaining a small scowl from him. You grabbed his arm and brought him to the office, sitting him in a chair. As if on cue, Ganyu bashfully walked through the front door, your husband following shortly after.

And now the four of you sat in the office, "So why did you call me here?" Xiao asked. The blue haired girl nodded nodded. "Did someone pass?" She said, slightly worried. "Quite the opposite matter of fact, my (y/n) would you do the honors."

You looked at him wide-eyed but then focused your attention on the two, now heavily confused shorties. "Zhongli and I are expecting a child..." You said slowly, Xiaos eyes widened in panic as Ganyus sparkled in admiration. "We talked to Cloud Retainer. The news isn't too amazing. She said that three months should go by and the baby will arrive..... (y/n) is an adepti, so it will hurt their body..." He continues on. Both Ganyu and Xiao now hold the same look. Worried with a twinge of curiosity for what is to come.

The conversation continued, and many questions were answered, but in the end, everyone stayed on the same note. Protect (y/n) and help them through the pregnancy. Xiao and Ganyu decided to move in for the time being, helping you while Zhongli was working."

~one month later~

It was awful. Your pregnancy was literally tearing your body apart. Not a day went by where the groans of agony didn't play through the old archons home. Currently, you lay on the floor, the coolness of the tile breaking your attention away from the kicks and punches that were going on in your stomach.

"Excuse me, (y/n)." Ganyu quietly said she was the sweetest always making sure you were okay. "Hmm?" You hummed at her softly, giving her a small but weak reassuring smile. "It's time to eat." She said softly, Xiao walked over, and the two of them helped you up. Your large belly moving in protest, caused you to grit your teeth in pain. Xiao grumbled something along the lines of the kid needing to behave.

The pregnancy made you crave Bamboo Shoot Soup and Cold Soba. However, you couldn't eat the soup due to the raw meat that was in the dish. So everyday you had Ganyus delicious Cold Soba. You sat in the chair at the dining table, slurping slightly at the dish, the two adepti staring down at you. "I swear to Morax, sit down." You grumbled at them. "Also eat some food!" They obeyed immediately, your parental instincts had already hit, and now you were scolding your two adoptive kids whenever they wouldn't rest.

Despite the long shifts The God of Contracts took, he would always spend more than enough time with you. As soon as he got home, he shuffled towards your delicate body. "My love, you're glowing." His deep voice said. He kissed your lips softly. His placed his hands on your stomach, and the moving immediately stopped in your womb. "Why do you get them to stop, but I can't!" You groaned, causing him to frown slightly. "Well, that just means you get to spend more time with me, my beloved"

The night went on, and Zhonglis hands softly send vibrations to your stomach. It was a small little quirk his abilities gave him. Your mind was finally at ease. As you slept the most peaceful sleep you've ever had.

~Three months in~

Everyone stood in the room, Xiao, Ganyu, Cloud Retainer, Shenhe, and most importantly, Zhongli. It was an overwhelming crowd, but your body needed as much assistance as it could get. The room was frigid, thanks to Ganyu and Shenhe, pregnancy caused your body to overheat and now that your due date was two days away, you were sweltering.

Everyone sat in different corners of the house. You wobbled around, your abnormally large abdomen making it hard to see. A large splash caught everyone's attention, a shrieking scream could be heard throughout all of Liyue, signaling that the birth had begun.

You were rushed in the nursery, everyone beside you, causing Ganyu to shout despite how out of character it was. Xiao and Shenhe backed up slightly and walked to a corner of the nursery, Shenhe slowly used her vision to cause the temperature to drop. Zhongli did everything he could for you. He held your soul gripping hands while you cried in pain.

The process was long and agonizing, but the soft coos of your baby had all been worth it. You finally smiled in relief until another spark of pain erupted through you. You threw your head back, it hurt so much, everyone's eyes shot towards your body. Xiao immediately running forward to you taking Zhonglis place as your husband helped your baby.

"There's another!" You yelled out, grabbing Xiao in pain, your body was sweating, and the pain coursing through your body became too much. With one last push your body gave out, fading you into a peaceful slumber.

~Outside POV~

Everyone stared at your limp body, Ganyu successfully pulled the child out and put her attention on them. Xiao panicked and checked for a pulse on your wrist, Zhongli right behind him, checking on your neck. Both of them sighed out in relief, causing the tense air to settle. "They most likely fainted from the pain. We're going to need to stay here for longer. Their body will he fragile." The retainer stated....

Zhongli was a devoted father. He immediately knew what to do, it's as if he had been a father his whole life. He would tell his two kids stories on his life, placing them in a restful sleep. He would always bring the babies with him whenever he would stroll around Liyue Harbor, the citizens would coo at the adorable sight. Currently, the four of you sat at the edge of the harbor and watched fireworks and lanters light up the sky. Your two babies looked up in awe, causing you to smile deeply. "Mortal life is truly worth it." Zhongli said while he stared lovingly at you. His lips captured yours softly. "My glowing beloved."

(Bonus: Xiao and Ganyu would visit ALL the time. Both of them would hang out with their younger siblings, teaching them things despite their young age. Ganyu would softly tell them about cautions and the beauty of life. Your oldest took after her very well. And Xiao would teach them about reality and recklessness. The youngest kid had kind of a rivalry going on with Xiao. It was very amusing to see.)

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This is all so sorry for the mistakes and inconsistencies. There will probably be like 7 parts cause I am getting a bit burnt out >:p I hope all is well <3.

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First Date

The first thought I had when I saw him was that he looked even better than his profile. We’d matched on Tinder, and after a few days of messaging back and forth, we’d agreed to have a first date. He’d suggested a new restaurant in our area and he was even sweet enough to drive all the way across town to my apartment to pick me up.

Dinner was lovely, the food and drinks amazing and the conversation even better. He was charming and funny and I don’t remember when I’d been so at ease on a first date.

After dinner, he drove me back to my apartment and we sat in his car, still talking and laughing nonstop. I turn to him and shyly ask if he’d want to come up to my apartment for some coffee or dessert. I’m usually not one to invite guys over at night but everything about him has been so perfect and I’m reluctant to let this night end. He smiles and agrees, and we head in up to my apartment.

We’re laughing as we get to my door and I unlock it to let us in. “I’m sorry, it’s a bit of a mess, I wasn’t expecting to bring someone over so I didn’t have a chance to tidy up,” I say, looking around my space before looking up at him.

He smiles at me, but suddenly his expression changes to something sinister. Before I can process the change, he grabs me by the throat and slams me against the door I’d just shut and locked. I cry out, mostly from shock than pain, but his hand cracks across my face, the slap stunning me.

“Shut the fuck up, slut. I’ve been so patient with you all night, listening to your stupid little stories and laughing with you about your dumb little life when all I want is for you to shut up.” He snarls into my ear and I whimper in response, “I don’t understand, please stop! I’m sorry, I thought we were having a good time!”

“Oh this is about to be a good time,” he laughs darkly as he uses his body to pin mine even harder against the door. I let out a soft sob, feeling the hard outline of his cock press against my stomach. I push against him desperately and he hardly moves. In one swift movement, he grabs both my wrists in one hand and pins them above my head, leaving my body stretched out and exposed.

“Please stop, I’m sorry, we never have the see each other again!” I beg him, wanting him to just let me go and leave. His grip on my wrist tightens and his other hand comes up to cup my tits. “Oh no, I’m sure we’ll be seeing lots more of each other,” he says, the dark promise sending shivers down my spine.

His fingers brush over my nipple, the feeling making me gasp even though it’s over my clothes and bra. I wince a little, remembering how I’d even put on a sexy, lacy matching set in preparation for the date. He lets his hand trail downwards, and he slides it under my dress, gripping my thigh.

“Keep your legs apart for me or I’m going to be much meaner to you, slut.” His hand comes to cup my pussy and I whine softly, shaking my head desperately. He lets out a dark chuckle when he realizes that I’m drenched and my panties are soaked.

“Little slut, look at how your dripping for me. It looks like the idea of getting violated on your first date is exciting your cunt.” He doesn’t give me a chance to respond, not that I have anything to say to that. His fingers deftly slide under my panties and part my folds as one finger pushes into my pussy, my wetness offering him no resistance whatsoever. I gasp and let out a broken moan as the feeling overwhelms me.

His finger starts to move as a second one finds my clit and begins a relentless assault on my throbbing button. I can’t help but groan as the pleasure builds and I can feel my hips thrusting upwards, chasing the pleasure he’s forcing onto me. I want to hate it but it feels so good and I can feel myself being pushed toward an orgasm. He knows it too.

"Good little slut, I know how much you like this. Look at you, you're about to cum all over my fingers after just telling me how you didn't want any of this." He works his fingers faster, adding another inside of me as he curls upwards to rub my g-spot, making my knees buckle as my moans become even louder. I shouldn't want this, I shouldn't be moaning loud enough for my neighbors to hear, and I definitely shouldn't be able to cum right now.

"Come on, cum for me, slut. Cum for your rapist," he growls into my ear and I explode. I arch my back and wail as my orgasm rushes over me, my pussy clenching around his fingers and my clit pulsing in time to my heartbeat. He works me through my orgasm as my body goes limp against the wall.

He finally pulls his hand away and I watch through half-lidded eyes as he brings his hand up to his mouth and licks his fingers. I watch him pull off his belt and unbuckle his pants. "Get on your knees, slut," he says, pulling me harshly towards the floor. I sniff back tears as I lower myself down, feeling the hardwood of my entry way dig into my knees. He grabs my face, "Open that slutty little mouth."

I do as he says and he smiles. I watch as he reaches into his pants and pulls out his long, hard cock. I whimper softly, unconsciously rubbing my thighs together and feeling saliva collect in my mouth. His cock is gorgeously thick, veined, long, and so hard. I can't imagine how he'll fit fully into my mouth but before I can think about it too much, he slips the head of it between my lips.

"If you even think about using your teeth, I will choke the life out of you," he says as he thrusts deep into my mouth. He isn't slow or nice or gentle. His cock hits the back of my throat and tears well up in my eyes as I gag around him. He doesn't care as he sets a punishing pace, thrusting into my mouth while I can barely breathe. He groans above me, "Fuck, your little mouth is much better on my cock that it is spouting your stupid stories."

I choke around his cock, feeling it enter deeper into my throat. Eventually, I find a rhythm, bobbing my head in time with his thrusts and drawing in gasps of air in between each one. I can feel my pussy clenching emptily and my clit throbbing. His cock feels so good in my mouth, and I can't help but wonder how fast he could make me cum with it in my cunt.

I hear his groans change in pitch, and I know he's close. My previous rhythm is lost when his hips speed up and he grabs a fistful of my hair in one hand. He thrusts his cock deeper into my throat and he cums. My throat works to swallow all of his cum as I feel his hips stop moving. His cock is still hard as he pulls away, a string of my spit clinging on as he backs away from me slightly.

"Fuck, you're a perfect little cocksucker." He leans against my apartment door briefly as I sit back on my heels, giving my knees a break and looking up at him. "Please, just leave, you got what you wanted," I beg, still clinging on to unfounded hope and whatever dignity I had left. He laughs, "Oh no, little slut, I'm not even close to getting what I want, and we are far from done. By the time I finish, you won't want me to leave."

"Turn around and get on your hands and knees," he says, pushing off the door and coming to kneel next to me. I feel my heart drop, knowing that he's going to fuck my cunt next and there's nothing I can do to stop him. He grabs my hair, and shoves my head down, "I said on your hands and knees, you slut."

I whine at the pain in my scalp and my arms come to catch myself before I fall face-first into the floor. He's behind me now and I crane my neck, trying to keep him in my eyeline. I feel him flip the skirt of my dress up, revealing my damp panties that he yanks down to my knees. Suddenly, I feel his hand come crashing down on my ass, pain shooting through me as he spanks me hard. I cry out and he spanks me a second time, just as hard.

"Little sluts that get wet and cum for their rapists deserve to be treated like this," he says and I feel my face flush with humiliation. He spanks me several more times, each time forcing a sob from my lips. Then, I feel him press against me and I feel the tip of his cock nudge my pussy lips.

"Wait no! Please stop!" I wail desperately, my begging ending in a scream as he ignores me and slams deep into my cunt. I feel my pussy flutter around his cock, my wetness making his violation of my body seamless and effortless. His cock feels so good inside of me, his thickness splitting me open in the best way, and I feel the head of his cock push up against my g-spot, making me see stars. This time, he's nice enough to give me a moment to adjust before he starts.

His starts thrusting deep and fast, not letting me do anything except feel. I can hear the wanton sounds coming from my mouth and the lewd sound of my pussy clenching around his cock. I'm too far gone to care about anything other than the pleasure that is radiating from my core. One of his hands is on my hip, holding me still and the other one wraps around my hair, pulling my head up to make my back arch. I'm moaning, whimpering, and screaming out in pleasure and I can feel my orgasm rapidly approaching.

"That's it, slut. You're taking my cock so fucking well. I'm going to make you cream all over my cock, cum on your rapists cock, you dirty little slut." He growls into my ear as his hand leaves my hip to travel down to pluck at my clit. I scream louder in response as the combined pleasure peaks in an all-consuming orgasm. My cunt is clenching hard on his cock and I hear him groan deeply in response.

I'm still cumming when I hear him curse behind me, "I'm going to cum in your cunt, take your rapist's cum, you fucking slut." I feel his thrusts stutter and his hot cum floods my pussy. My cunt is still fluttering around him and I'm delirious with pleasure and exhaustion as I feel him pull out of me, leaving me empty and wanting. He lays me down gently on the floor and lies down next to me, draping an arm over my waist as he props his head up on one arm. I blink up at him blearily and smile a little.

He grins and leans in for a soft kiss. "So, when's our second date?"

I smile and press myself against him, "How about you stay the night and we figure that out tomorrow morning?"

Idea Credit to @thighsquivering

#nsft concept #cnc k!nk #dark fantasy #rap3 fantasy #rap3fetish #tw rap3

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steddiealltheway · 7 months

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Part two of The Danger in Romanticizing. Part One. Ao3 Link.

The entire time Eddie is over, Steve can’t stop smiling. There’s just something about him that puts Steve at ease and simultaneously keeps him on his feet with the continuous banter. And he brings out a side of Chrissy that he’s never seen before that makes Steve like her even more. Even Robin seems in constant high spirits around him, making jokes about nerdy shit that has Steve exchanging confused looks with Chrissy.

But Steve also finds solace in Eddie whenever they become clear third wheels to the couple. And honestly, it’s nice to have someone else to share these moments with, and he doesn’t just mean Eddie. The four of them together fill a hole in Steve’s heart that he didn’t know was empty.

When it gets late, Eddie and Chrissy begin to excuse themselves, and Steve’s heart sinks a little. But at least he knows he’ll at least see Chrissy soon.

He moves toward the front hallway as the girls go into Robin’s room to have a private moment before they say goodbye.

Eddie puts his hands in his pockets and smiles at Steve. “I’ve never had someone around for this part. Then again, usually I just go to my room.”

“I do the same, but this is nice.”

“It is,” Eddie agrees, taking a step closer to him.

Steve takes a stabilizing breath as Eddie pushes into his personal space hardly for the first time that night. It seems like he’s incapable of keeping his distance, but Steve doesn’t mind.

“It was really nice meeting you. Better than I expected,” Eddie admits.

Steve laughs. “I would hope so, considering we were prepared for the worst.”

“And it’s a good thing I was so I could be slightly prepared for the sight of your closet,” Eddie jokes, crossing his arms and leaning forward.

Steve lightly shoves him back while rolling his eyes, but Eddie just chuckles in response and bounces right back into his space. Steve fixes him with a look and asks, “What are you going to do when you inevitably see me in my horrible clothes?”

“Begrudgingly admit that you look good in them.”

The comment takes Steve off guard, but as he’s searching for a way to reply, Eddie points behind him. Steve turns and finds that he’s pointing at a picture of Robin at her high school graduation in her cap and gown beaming at the camera as Steve pulls her into his side with a proud smile wearing one of his favorite striped polos. He smiles at the memory.

“I don’t know how you do it, but I wouldn’t be caught dead in that.”

Steve snorts and turns back to Eddie. “I doubt I could pull off your style either.”

Eddie looks him up and down for a moment before saying, “If I wasn’t about to leave then I would say we should trade clothes right now.”

“Maybe another time?”

“Definitely, as long as there’s no photo evidence.”

Steve laughs again and claps a hand on Eddie’s shoulder. “Hey, I’m glad we finally met.”

“Me too,” Eddie says with a small smile.

Steve isn’t sure why, but he lets his hand linger on Eddie’s arm for a moment, debating if it’s too soon to hug him goodbye.

Unfortunately, Robin and Chrissy decide that’s the best moment to leave Robin’s room, so Steve quickly drops his hand from Eddie’s shoulder and shoves it in his pocket. He ignores the look Robin gives him and moves toward the front door.

They go through the process of saying goodbye and Steve hugs Chrissy while Robin pulls Eddie into a hug. When they pull away, Steve can see Robin and Chrissy watching him and Eddie intently, so in a moment of panic he holds out his hand in front of him, going for a handshake and an awkward, “Good to meet you.”

Eddie just smiles and takes his hand, shaking it once before letting go. Steve tries not to let his hand linger for too long and pulls it through his hair to give it something else to do.

He watches sadly as the pair leave, understanding why Robin always lingers in the doorway for a little while after Chrissy leaves.

He watches as Eddie turns back and gives him a final wave that Steve quickly returns before he gets into what must be his car with Chrissy. Once they drive off, Robin slowly closes the door.

The pair linger for a moment then Steve rushes off to the living room saying, “I need to call Dustin!”

He starts dialing the number before Robin can say anything about the evening, and Steve tries to ignore why he’s unwilling to reflect. Luckily, Dustin’s mom answers the phone quickly. “Hello?”

“Hi Ms. Henderson, it’s Steve.”

Claudia coos on the other line, “Steve! It’s so good to hear your voice. How is life in the city?”

Steve smiles and sits on the arm of the couch. “It’s great! I’m really enjoying it here. In fact, I think Dustin would too. I was wondering if he could come visit one weekend. I could even get Robin to take him on a tour of the college.”

“That sounds wonderful! I was just-” There’s a little commotion on the line as Steve hears Dustin ask who his mom is talking to then rustling as Dustin tries to take the phone from her hands. “Dusty-!”

“Steve!” Dustin yells into the phone.

Steve pulls the phone away from his ear, wincing a bit. “Hey Henderson, you’re never going to believe who I just met.” Robin shoots him a smile as she goes into her room and closes the door.

“Carl Sagan.”

“No. Wait, who?”

“Carl Sagan,” Dustin repeats sounding annoyed. “You know the astronomer and astrophys-”

“Let’s circle back to this later. But think about some of your favorite books,” Steve tries again.

Dustin pauses before saying, “Well, Tolkien is dead, so I’m not sure who you could be talking about.”

Steve sighs and gives up. “Eddie Munson.”

There’s a pause on the other line then a gasp. “No way! He’s never put any author description or any way to contact him! How could you have met him?”

“Friend of a friend,” Steve answers simply. “But guess what?”

“He’s a total asshole?” Dustin guesses excitedly.

Steve pinches his nose and dramatically slides onto the couch. “You’re killing me, Henderson. But no, he’s not an asshole. He’s actually really great, and he agreed to meet you. Plus, apparently, Maybe We’re the Same was originally a novel instead of a children’s book.”

“You’re telling me that there’s more to the universe that I will directly be able to ask the author about?”

“Yes.”

Dustin laughs on the other line and yells, “Mike is going to be so jealous! Do you think I could bring some of Will’s drawings that were inspired by the book? He’s always wanted to get feedback from Eddie.”

Steve shrugs. “I mean yeah sure. But I’m not sure what he’ll really be able to say.”

“Dude, Eddie illustrated the book, of course he’s going to have a lot to say. I wonder if he could use some of Will’s art if he ever decides to publish the original novel! Oh! You should bring him to Hawkins whenever you visit so he can meet the whole party! Only after I visit though! I want to be able to have bragging rights.”

Steve smiles as he listens to Dustin rant, but he gets stuck on the fact that Eddie illustrated the book and finds himself wondering what else he draws and if his original novel included more drawings that he had to cut from the children’s book. If so, how could he decide what to keep and what to remove?

Steve shakes his head as he goes down a rabbit hole of more questions for Eddie that he wants to ask. It’s like everything new he finds out about him makes him want to learn more.

“Earth to Steve. Do you copy?” Dustin says loudly.

Steve blinks and clears his throat. “Yeah. Sorry, I was in my own world for a second there.”

“I was just saying how I’ll have to ask my mom if I can visit during fall break which is about three weeks from now.”

Steve smiles and sits up. “Yeah, I’ll have to check my calendar, but I usually don’t have anything planned for the weekends. I’ll also have to check with Robin, but your mom sounded excited about you visiting when I mentioned it to her earlier.”

“Awesome! I can’t believe this! But hey, Suzie is going to call soon, so I have to go, but call sometime so we can catch up!”

Steve smiles sadly and nods. “I’ll call when I can get some plans solidified. It was good talking to you. Tell Suzie I say hi.”

“I will! Bye, Steve.”

“Bye, Dustin.” Steve puts the phone back in its holder and tries to ignore the ache in his chest at the thought of all the kids growing up. He slowly stands up and makes his way to Robin’s door, knocking before pushing it open.

She looks up at him from her small desk and puts her pencil down. “Dustin’s visiting?”

“If you’re okay with putting up with him for a weekend.”

Robin leans back in her chair and sighs, “I’m probably going to regret saying this, but I kind of miss the kid. So, I don’t mind putting up with him as long as I don’t have some big exam or paper coming up and he bothers me while studying.”

“I may have also told his mom that you wouldn’t mind showing him around the campus,” Steve confesses, deciding to bite the bullet early on so she can’t complain too much later.

Robin’s mouth pulls into a flat line before she throws her hands up and says, “Sure. Why not? As long as Chrissy can help because she’d be better at selling the place.”

“Sound good,” Steve affirms with a smile, stepping back to leave Robin to her homework.

“Wait,” Robin says and crosses her arms. “What did you really think of Eddie?”

Steve’s eyebrows furrow. He thought he was pretty clear about how he felt. “He’s great. I mean, I can see why you would think we wouldn’t get along, but that’s just surface-level stuff.”

“He’s not too much for you?” Robin presses on.

Steve shakes his head and says, “He’s...” he trails off when he realizes the next word that comes to mind is perfect. He clears his throat and corrects himself. “He’s really great."

It’s like a weight is lifted off Robin’s shoulders. She’s quick to ramble, “Okay, that’s great! Now we can hang out more as a group, and there isn’t this overbearing weight of ‘what if they hate each other?’ Because at first, we both agreed that you two would either hate each other’s guts or you’d absolutely...” she trails off and freezes.

“Absolutely what?”

Robin shakes her head and looks down at her nails. “You’d absolutely hit it off like you just did now,” she completes the thought, but Steve can tell that’s not what she was going to say.

“Mhm,” Steve says, trying to pull the truth out of her.

Instead, Robin just blazes on saying, “But you know I tend to assume the worst, and Chrissy sometimes does too.”

“It’s like you two were made to worry each other to death,” Steve teases.

Robin flips him off and turns back to her work staring at some type of worksheet. “I’m glad you like him.”

Steve’s heart beats a little too hard at the comment. “Me too.” He steps out of the doorway and says, “Good luck with your work.”

“I’m gonna need it,” Robin groans.

Steve closes the door behind him and makes his way to his room, grabbing Eddie’s book as he sits on his bed. His fingers trace over the cover of The Boy as he looks off in the distance at the dragon coming to attack the town while Dart stands at his side. Steve has no idea how Eddie can be so damn talented and embarrassed about it. He wonders if he’s the same way about whatever instrument he played in his band.

Steve sighs and lays back, trying not to think too hard about the man as he flips through the pages of his book with new appreciation for all his drawings. When he gets to the end of the story, he closes it and places it on his nightstand, staring off at his blank walls.

Eddie was right, he needs to decorate. But he’s not getting rid of any of his clothes.

Steve shakes his head and wonders how someone new can have such a big impact on his life in such a short amount of time.

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The next morning, Steve rushes to get ready, opting to get a few more minutes of sleep before going in. In his rush, he forgets to leave Robin a note to tell Chrissy to tell Eddie he says hi. But as the day goes on, he can’t help but think that the notion of the note could’ve been a little too ridiculous.

He forgets it entirely when he gets in the tedious process of going through paperwork, but he’s glad that he has an excuse for staying away from the floor where Collin is swaggering around. Steve sometimes wonders if all his stories are lies to cover the fact that no one finds him as attractive as he finds himself.

When the clock hits five, Steve immediately clocks out and rushes to get back to his apartment. As soon as he’s inside, he feels a sense of relief.

Robin peaks around the corner while he’s taking off his shoes. “Hey, how was work?”

“Same as always.”

“How’s Collin?”

Steve chuckles, “Same as always. How were your classes?”

Robin groans, “My sociolinguistics professor still talks too damn fast, but the class is literally about language. And I had my work shift without Chrissy today.”

“Tragic,” Steve teases, making his way to the fridge to figure out what he’ll make for dinner that night.

“Oh! I nearly forgot. Chrissy wanted me to tell you that Eddie asked her to tell me to tell you he says hi.”

Steve slowly turns around and squints at Robin as he processes what the hell she just said.

“Eddie says hi,” she quickly clarifies as it finally clicks.

Steve smiles, thinking that maybe the note wouldn’t have been so ridiculous after all. “Well, tell Chrissy to tell Eddie that I say hi.”

“Will do,” Robin says, saluting him before making her way back to her room.

The rest of the night goes by fairly quickly once Steve starts making dinner, opting for an easy enchilada recipe for two. Him and Robin fill each other in on the rest of their days over dinner like always, and Steve follows the tradition of hanging around the kitchen while Robin does the dishes, going on about random stuff like trying to plan what they’ll do when Dustin gets there.

At eight, Robin makes her way to the couch and settles in next to their phone to complete her nightly call with Chrissy. Steve politely excuses himself (rolls his eyes and tells Robin to not be so disgustingly in love when they have thin walls) and puts on some light music to give her privacy.

Steve sits on his bed and debates going through his latest sports magazine, but instead, he stares at his walls and tries to imagine hanging stuff up. He’s not sure why it’s so hard with just his room since every other place in the apartment is decorated just fine. But maybe it’s the combination of his childhood bedroom like he told Eddie and the fact that maybe his walls reflect how he feels about himself.

He doesn’t mean for it to be a sad thought. But outside of high school, he feels... unimportant and uninteresting. And maybe a little bit stuck.

His mind flashes back to his conversation with Eddie asking him why he doesn’t do something else. Honestly, he doesn’t know what else he would like to do. He makes it by at his dad’s dealership, but he doesn’t really enjoy his job. Sure, interacting with people can be nice, but the paperwork just gives him a headache. Or maybe it’s just Collin.

He sighs and lays back on his bed. Maybe one day he’ll figure it out.

There’s a light knock on his door and Steve props himself up on his elbows as Robin opens the door. “There’s a call for you.”

Steve frowns. Usually people don’t call him. “I didn’t hear the phone ring,” he comments as he makes his way to the living room and picks up the phone. “Hello?”

“What are you wearing?”

Steve laughs as Chrissy yells, “Eddie!” in the background of the call. He can practically see the face the two of them are making at each other even though he has only known Eddie for a little more than twenty-four hours.

“I’m wearing one of my green polos with khakis,” Steve answers easily. “No belt though because I took it off once I got home.”

Robin freezes on her way to her room and turns around with a frown on her face.

“That sounds horrible.”

“Well, I could wear something like a button down, slacks, and a tie like my coworker wears if that’s what you prefer,” Steve replies, laying back on the couch with a big smile, ignoring the look Robin is giving him.

“I’d actually prefer you in noth-” Eddie starts but is quickly cut off on the other line by Chrissy which is unfortunately muffled by what Steve assumes to be a hand over the phone. When the muffled noises go away Eddie says, “Chrissy told me I’m not allowed to be my flirtatious self with you yet.”

“Once again, they’re trying to keep us from each other. But Robin hasn’t banned me yet, so I can ask what are you wearing?”

“Nothing,” Eddie says with what sounds like a proud smile.

“Nothing?” Steve repeats and whistles low. “You and Chrissy are definitely too comfortable with each other.”

Robin starts waving her hands at Steve to get his attention. He glances at her and she’s quick to mouth what the fuck? Steve laughs and says into the phone, “Hold on a second, I have to explain to Robin that we’re not actually having phone sex.”

“Oh my gosh, Steve,” Robin says and puts her head in her hands.

Eddie gasps loudly, “We’re not? What a shame. That would be a fun first phone call.”

Steve smiles and quickly remembers that he actually needs to ask him something. “Not to change subjects, but I was wondering if your weekends are typically free. Dustin said he might come up in a few weeks, so I was hoping you could meet him then. If you still want to of course.”

“I would love to. And yeah, usually my weekends are free,” Eddie pauses before saying, “Saying that out loud sounds so sad.”

“Don’t worry, my weekends are usually free, too.”

Eddie dramatically sighs, “What a relief. I was really afraid of not sounding cool especially since you were a former jock.”

Steve laughs and can practically feel his day shifting from mediocre to good.

“Well, Chrissy is about to kill me because I promised I just wanted to briefly say hi,” Eddie announces.

“Hi,” Steve says, sounding a little too flustered for his liking.

But then Eddie practically giggles when saying, “Hi,” which makes Steve feel better.

Suddenly, Eddie is quickly saying, “Okay, Chrissy is taking the phone now. Bye!”

Steve doesn’t have time to properly say goodbye before Chrissy is on the line. “Hi, Steve. Sorry if he bothered you.”

“Not at all,” Steve insists. “Thank you for giving up some of your phone time to let us talk by the way. I’ll give you back to Robin now.” He tilts the phone away from his mouth and says to Robin, “Chrissy is back.”

“Thank god. I think I would’ve died if I had to witness any more of that,” Robin says as she grabs the phone and says, “Hi sweetheart. We never should’ve introduced them to each other.”

Steve just laughs and makes his way back to his room. He turns at the doorway and says, “Tell Chrissy I said goodnight.”

Robin tilts the phone away from her mouth. “And Eddie?”

“And Eddie,” Steve confirms with a smile.

As he gets ready for bed, he’s hit with the thought that Eddie’s “sort of boyfriend” is probably waiting for Chrissy and Robin to get off the phone so he can call Eddie. Or maybe he called before. Steve tries not to let the thought make him too sick, but he definitely has to add it to the list of questions he wants to ask Eddie. He wonders how much the list will grow as time goes on.

Part Three

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vlrspace · 11 months

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possessive, midoriya x reader

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part two, part three

there are three times where midoriya showed you his possessive, jealous and territorial side, they live in your mind rent free.

not that he wouldn’t touch you or anything, but these three times were ones you haven’t expected of the shy boy, who became tall, sturdy and broad over the years. midoriya hesitated to take your hand or give you a kiss on many occasions, fearing of making you uncomfortable or hurting you. it was never the case when you felt his fingers brush against your skin, his touches were always tender, but he remained a gentleman even now, half a year into the relationship.

sure, midoriya can become bold and confident, like throwing an arm around your shoulder around school, kissing you in empty hallways and sneaking into your room after curfew. these were already hot and daring from midoriya, so the first time it happened, your gentle and timid boyfriend showed everyone his possessive side, you were beyond stunned.

a trip to the mall became a monthly event for your class, someone was always running out of something, needing new clothes or had to buy the latest video game. which is why you all agreed to split up because they would surely kick you out of the mall if twenty people just stepped into an already crowded shop. the girls dragged you away from midoriya’s side, who at first didn’t understand why your hand has been ripped from his, but when you gave him a reassuring smile and a wave, he seemed to visibly relax.

it was a tiring process of trying on many different types of clothes and accessories. your friends lost you at one of the drug stores mentally because your brain just couldn’t handle the many different things anymore so when jiro looked at you with the same interest in her eyes, you two agreed that this is how kaminari must feel when he’s jammed.

you two ended up standing outside at the last shop, keeping in contact with the boys, so you can all go and grab lunch together. midoriya asked if you wanted him to meet you before lunch but you kindly declined, not wanting to upset your friends for ruining your girls time. it was surprising that even though, you spent more than 15 minutes waiting for them to exit the shop, that you arrived to the food court first. you and momo decided to stay back at your table while the girls went ahead to buy their lunch.

the conversation between you and momo went flawlessly, you felt perfectly content and comfortable as the two of you stood opposite of each other. however, the pleasant atmosphere disappeared when a boy, around your age or a bit older, slid in between you and momo, interrupting your conversation to start a new one with you.

“oh my, an angel sent from heaven. are you free later honey?” his voice was sickly sweet and the amount of cologne reeked off him so much that you had to stop yourself from gagging.

“leave me alone” you mumbled, trying to move away from him, even if he was shorter and less toned than your boyfriend, you still felt uncomfortable and anxious about the whole situation already.

“awh sweetheart, no need to play hard to get” he smirked, taking a step closer to you before leaning closer to your face “i’d treat you real nice, i promise” his tone sounded so fake, you started to feel sick as he grabbed your arm. you hadn’t had the chance to respond as you took a step back to put some space between you two, trying to free yourself from his grip, your back hitting a hard chest, a familiar hand wrapping itself over your waist.

unbeknownst to you, midoriya entered the food court with the boys the second this guy walked up to you. now midoriya doesn’t blame him, you’re a beautiful woman, he’s mesmerised every time he looks at you and he isn’t surprised that you catch the eyes of many. unfortunately to everyone else, you belong to him and him only.

midoriya started to walk towards you before the others could hold him back, aware of the destruction one for all could do when the green haired male is angry. since the boy in front of you hid momo behind him, you haven’t seen the way her eyes flickered behind you two, wide and shocked to see midoriya’s expression. your friends are used to midoriya’s timidity around you, you’re often louder and more confident while he follows you around like a huge lovesick puppy. it’s usually very funny how his larger frame, strong and muscular, becomes mushy when you’re around.

so this was new to everyone, the way his usual bright eyes were dark and sharp, jaw tight as his face was focused on the scumbag in front of him, standing at 6”3, muscles all tense, midoriya truly looked terrifying.

“she’s already taken” midoriya’s voice comes out deep, grumbling at the boy in front of you two, his arm tightly holding you close to him. if the situation was different, you know you would throw yourself at him, because damn, this side of him was so hot.

it’s funny to see the way the boy’s face in front of you changed within seconds. at first, you can tell that he wanted to come up with something to make himself look better, but as he took in the face above him, he seemed to realise that he’s no match for midoriya. it was hard to not recognise the future symbol of peace for anyone nowadays, but this asshole was 5 foot something, and stood nothing against those muscles midoriya gained over the years.

“i’m sorry” the boy stammered, looking quite embarrassed and avoided midoriya’s gaze, who seemed to press you more against him, so unless he spun you around to face him, you’re stuck like this. “i uh-i didn’t know” his words came out swiftly and tone very shaky, he finally lets go of your arm and you let it fall beside you, not daring to move.

todoroki comes up to stand next momo, kirishima and iida following behind, standing next to midoriya to make sure no punches are thrown. fortunately, nothing happens as midoriya sends a glare towards the boy, before moving you by the waist and starts leading you away from the table.

“are you okay? he didn’t hurt you, right?” midoriya’s voice is slightly strained from the sudden anger he felt from a few minutes ago, his hand stroking your waist and your side and presses his lips against the crown of your head.

“no, no i’m okay. you arrived just at the right time” you quietly said, a little bit shaken up from the events and shocked by midoriya’s behaviour.

“let’s get something to eat, yeah? what would you like? it’s my treat baby” your boyfriends cheery mood is starting to come back, even if his hold on you is still a little tight. you don’t see a point in arguing with him over about the payment of your lunch because you know that he won’t let you pay either way.

when the two of you return back to the table, everyone is already eating, so they are making space for the two of and you both join in. momo asks you right away if you’re okay and apologises to you for not being able to do anything.

“don’t worry momo! “you reassure her with a warm smile as you continue on eating your sushi.

“still, i feel bad! i should’ve said something” her voice sounded light as her eyes began to tear up. bless her, you think, she’s so kind hearted, so you stand up from your chair and hug her from behind, your face smushed with hers and she lets out an airy giggle and puts a hand on your arms for comfort.

“oh my god, let me take a picture! you two are so cute!!!” mina practically screams out loud, causing everyone to laugh around you. momo and you smile for the picture and you know it turned out rather cute.

you walk back to your seat next to midoriya, who now fully calmed down and grins at you as you sit down “besides, mr. number one here saved the day again” you add jokingly, leaning against midoriya’s chest as he puts an arm around your shoulders. “never knew you could be so possessive izu” you whisper to him and his cheeks flush red, causing you to giggle.

“can we talk about how scary izuku looked, like i’ve never seen him so terrifying before unless he’s in a fight” kaminari says with sero and mineta nodding next to him, discussing how they never want to make midoriya mad again because they nearly shitted themselves.

“like sure, katsuki can be very intimidating, but holy shit dude, that was another level” kirishima adds, looking at midoriya with a toothy grin to make sure he doesn’t take it as an offence, which midoriya actually takes as a praise (in his mind).

“i don’t like it when someone hurts people i care about” the green haired man replies with a small smile, gently squeezing your shoulder and you smile to yourself from how safe you feel in his arms. “and no one messes with what’s mine” the last bit came out quite quietly, only heard by you as he tucked his face in your hair, and it was your turn to sit with a flushed face, making midoriya smirk.

the rest of the day went by, midoriya didn’t let you out of his sight and held your hand the whole way around.

oh lord, if only you knew this was just the mild level of midoriya’s boldness.

#bnha x reader #midoriya x reader #midoriya izuku x you #midoriya izuku x reader #izuku x y/n #izuku x reader #izuku x you #deku x reader #izuku midoryia x you #izuku midoriya x reader

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dotster001 · 6 months

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Scientific Chapter Two

Summary: Floyd x gn! Reader. Floyd has agreed to study you, for Jade, for three days. He'll have to find some way to make things fun, or he'll lose his mind.

A/N: if you're new...I never write the next chapter this fast. Don't get used to it...but I had quite a bit of inspiration for this 😁

CW: you're trapped in a lab, use of tranquilizer gun (not on you), Idia is an incel loser

Chapters One Three

Three days. That's all he has to put up with. Then he could leave the stuffy lab, and take off the stupid safety goggles. He'd seen your claws. If they could even be called claws. There was no way you could gouge his eyes out with those things. So why would he need the goggles?

But Jade insisted. Something about the paperwork if things went wrong. Something too boring for Floyd to even care about it.

He swam up to the glass and waved. He'd gotten permission to enter the enclosure, but only if you reacted positively to his presence. And right now, you weren't reacting at all, other than peeking up from your corner.

Floyd could be patient. Especially knowing that once you gave him the go ahead, he could come in and get all his curiosity sated.

He tried so hard. He sat in front of the glass, waiting for you to come up to him like you did that last time. But you didn't. You didn't even move from your corner.

An intern shakily swam in and handed him his lunch, as well as your lunch. They nervously asked if anything had happened, but he ignored them, in favor of staring at you.

They left, and he opened the panel to give you your food. You didn't move.

He grumbled and moved back to his sitting space. And that's when it hit him. The goggles. With the goggles on, you probably thought he was Jade. He knocked on the glass until you fixed him with a glare, then made a show of removing the goggles.

You stared for a moment, like you were trying to process the new information, then your eyes widened.

You swam up to the glass, and placed your hand up against it. Just like last time. He grinned and placed his own against it. You heaved what looked to be a sigh of relief, which made Floyd giggle. Usually, when people saw him, they knew they were fucked.

He motioned to himself, then to your enclosure. You tilted your head, but after a couple attempts at the motion, you nodded.

And so he entered your domain.

You immediately started "speaking" to him. Jade had referenced that you had a different language, but he'd never imagine it was so foreign. Even the sounds you made were different, most syllables only making it a short distance in the water.

"I can't understand you," he said slowly, shaking his head, and you huffed in frustration. You nibbled your bottom lip in thought.

Then you pointed at yourself, and pointed at the exit door to the lab.

Oh. Now he got it. You recognized the staff who was keeping you here. And despite his resemblance to Jade, you recognized he was not one of your captors.

You thought he would help you.

At first, he didn't say no because he was supposed to be gaining your trust. But he thought for two seconds, and a grin split his face.

Wouldn't it be absolutely hilarious if he did help you escape?

Not bothering to think twice, he snatched your wrist, and opened the panel, dragging you with him towards the door.

He heard what sounded like a shocked laugh leave your throat, as he ripped the lab door open.

Only to swim straight into a wall of scientists all of them armed with tranquilizing devices.

Jade stood at the forefront, a disappointed frown on his face.

"Floyd." He knew that was his only warning. But he looked at your shivering form, and decided to make the attempt anyway.

He was immediately tazed, and watches numbly as three scientists grabbed you and held you in place.

Jade glared at him, grabbing his hair and dragging him back into the lab. He threw Floyd into the enclosure, then the other three scientists put you back.

"What the hell, Jade?" He snapped.

"I'm giving you shared trauma," he shrugged, seemingly holding back a smile. "Now they'll trust you even more. Don't worry, it's only for two more days."

Floyd growled. "You planned this?"

"Floyd, you are my only brother, the other half of my soul, and I love you. But you are predictable, and I need results."

Floyd flopped a little, trying to bring some feeling back into his body. You immediately swam over to him, saying things in a distressed tone as you searched him for injuries. Then you began shouting at Jade. Jade only grinned.

"It seems humans are very open to bonding. I almost can't wait until we get that second human. Perhaps we'll see them form a pack!"

There was the mention of that second human again. Floyd hated them already. What human could be better than this one?

"I'll get you in two days, Floyd, just as promised. Until then, try to have some fun, and get to know the human for me," with a sinister grin he swam out of the lab.

You continued to look him over in distress, repeating something over and over again. He realized you were probably asking if he was okay. He smiled, and that put you at ease a bit. You looked into your lap, almost apologetically.

"Aw, Shrimpy feels bad that I got in trouble?" He grinned, finally able to move his arm a little to cup your cheek. "It's okay, I wouldn't have done it if I didn't want to."

He knew you didn't understand the words, but you seemed to get the sentiment.

You pointed to yourself, and said a word that got garbled in the water between you. You noted his confusion, and repeated it.

"Y/N."

He opened his mouth to attempt to replicate it, but it was difficult. One had to open their mouth wider, and speak from the back of their throat. Is that how all of you spoke.

"Y/N." He tried it. It wasn't good, but you smiled happily.

Then you pointed at him, and he grinned.

"Floyd."

You furrowed your brow, and groaned. You attempted the whistles and clicks that made up his name, but they were all wrong. He laughed hysterically, then repeated,

"Floyd."

You took a deep breath, and made a close approximation to his name.

He giggled and wrapped his arms around you, so excited that he forgot about boundaries.

But you didn't mind. Your arms tentatively wrapped back around him, and squeezed him back with your puny human muscles.

Floyd woke up the next day, completely forgetting where he was. It wasn't until he felt something nuzzle into him even closer that he remembered. He looked down, and noticed you huddling into him, a slight shiver wracking your body.

It was odd. As much as you seemed to trust him the night before, he didn't think you trusted him this much. But then he felt the temperature of the water around him. It was definitely colder now. Had the warmer broken? But the real reason came to him quickly.

Jade must have turned it off to see if you would come to him for warmth. Not that he could provide much with his cold bloodedness.

If he has to describe how you felt, it was soft. Your skin was silky, no secretion under his touch. And you were soft. Him and Jade were hard muscle, but you weren't. You weren't soft like Azul, either. You were soft like the warm blooded sea creatures and mers who provided their own heat. Like an orcamer he beat up a few months ago.

If he decided to talk to Jade after this, he'd tell him about it.

Speaking of, the lights in the lab turned on, waking you up and making you push away from him. He pouted and continued to hold his arms out, which made you relax a little. You were still cold, after all, so you slipped back into his arms.

Damn, he wanted to just squeeze you until you popped. So soft.

Jade swam into the room, an irritating grin on his face. And much to Floyd's surprise, behind him swam Azul.

"Azul! Where were you?" He asked. He hadn't seen him in a week or two, which wasn't all that abnormal. He'd disappear from time to time, so it wasn't worth worrying about. But it didn't explain why he was here. With Jade.

"I was on an exploration trip. I was testing a few things out. Things that I am going to sell to Jade today."

His interest was piqued, but not enough to remove you from his arms. Now that you'd seen Jade again, you were nuzzling deeper into him, like he'd protect you. It felt kind of nice. He'd never protected anyone before.

"If this works, Floyd, I might be able to let you go early."

"But first!" Azul pulled out a flat screen, and fiddled with it a little bit, before turning the screen to face the glass. "I'm a mer of my word, after all."

Light flooded the enclosure, and your eyes widened. You left Floyd's arms and swam up to the glass, speaking fervently. He swam up behind you with a humph. The human talking to you on the screen had blue hair that looked like it was made of moving light. He, unlike you, had sharp teeth. Sharp teeth that turned into a malicious grin.

The tablet must have been enchanted, because Floyd could understand what the man said perfectly.

"Sorry, not sorry though. If you'd agreed to be mine I might be able to help you right now. But as it is, I promised I'd let Azul go in exchange for only a chat with you."

You angrily spat something at him, but he interrupted you with a cruel laugh.

"Sorry Y/N. But on the bright side the Octomer is going to give you a translation spell, so that you can chat with your new besties."

"Really?" Floyd perked up excitedly.

The man's eyes flickered to his, then imperceptibly hardened.

"Azul, you never mentioned someone else was in there."

"I can't tell you what I don't know," Azul shrugged.

"Who are you?"

"Floyd," he grinned. Was this firefly squid threatened by him being around you? Even though he'd seemingly sold you out? How cute.

You said something angrily, and the human laughed again.

"Y/N, he's clearly one of them, don't be stupid."

"I am not," yes Jade was his brother, but he loathed the insinuation that he was a scientist as well.

"Whatever. I'm finished with you. Have fun with your new life, Y/N."

And then the screen went black again. You banged your fist against the glass in a rage, and screamed. Floyd had never seen you this angry, and it seemed like your human sized body had no idea what to do with that anger other than to yell and bang on the glass. Floyd gently wrapped you in his arms, petting your head to calm you down.

"Please hold them like that, Floyd, I'm going to apply a translation spell on them," Azul said, pulling out a mage stone and beginning to chant.

You stiffened, but couldn't go anywhere as a light purple haze surrounded you.

"What the fuck!" It was the first thing he'd understood you say. It was beautiful.

"Shrimpy!" He giggled, and you froze.

"Floyd?" You whispered.

"Yes! I can understand you!"

You paused. "Can they understand me too?"

"Yes," he said stiffly. Why would you want to talk to them?

"Good."

You released yourself from his arms and slammed into the glass again.

"Let me out, you demon! You can't keep me here!" You screamed.

"I? A demon?" Jade pressed a hand to his chest in mock offense. "I am just a scientist trying to learn more about your kind. Now that you can answer my questions, you can leave much sooner."

"At least let Floyd go! All he did was try to help me!"

"He has committed high treason by trying to help you. He's lucky to be alive."

It was a lie, and not one of Jade's best, either. But you fell for it. Hook, line, and sinker.

"Floyd, I am so sorry," you looked at him with broken eyes.

"Don't worry about it. I made my own choice," he shrugged. A half truth, not entirely a lie.

"If I answer your questions, can you let Floyd go too?"

Jade tilted his head, thinking. If Floyd knew his brother, he knew full well that tomorrow evening, he'd be allowed to leave, as promised, and you would remain here indefinitely. Maybe you'd get a more enriching enclosure, but he had no doubt you may never see the world outside the institute ever again. And yet, here you were, pleading for someone, from a different species, who you hardly knew.

"Answer my questions honestly, and I'll discuss his freedom with the board," he said with a close-eyed smile.

Azul rolled his eyes, and huffed.

"Payment first, or I'm removing the spell."

"Azul! You wound me!" Jade snickered and handed him a check. Azul smiled, and saluted on his way out.

And then Jade began the questioning. Some of them you knew the answers to, most you didn't, seemingly having no awareness beyond the basics of how the human body, and human psychology, worked. Some of the questions were quite invasive, but you did your best, even if you were uncomfortable.

By the end, Jade frowned at his clipboard. Then he looked back up at you, his eyes glinting with something dangerous.

"This is why scientists are so important. Think of how little you know about yourself, and how much more you'll know when I'm through with you!"

You stiffened. "Other humans have your answers. I'm just not qualified. Hell, if you called Idia back, I bet he'd know. He's a genius, even if he is a bastard."

"But it's so much more fun to observe myself! And if he's human, he surely doesn't think about some of the questions I have. I don't frequently think about the psychology of eel mers, now do I?"

You glared. "Look I answered your questions, and you said-"

"I should have specified that I needed satisfactory answers. Until I know what I need to know, I can't just set you loose."

"This is kidnapping!"

"Is it?"

"Yes! You are illegally detaining me in a place that is nowhere near my home."

"Your friend doesn't seem to mind."

"We've already established he's a bastard!"

Floyd watched the back and forth mindlessly. He was beginning to grow tired of your attention on Jade instead of him. But you were one of the first people to not be scared of him. He had to be subtle.

And subtle he was, as he wrapped his tail around you ,and began petting your head, singing lightly to a tune he invented himself, "Shrimpy, little Shrimpy, you are so little, and Shrimpy, Shrimpy, Shrimpy."

The nonsense song brought you back down, and more importantly, back to him.

You exhaled heavily, then affixed a glare at Jade.

"What about Floyd? You said you'd discuss his freedom?"

"Are you sure you wish to be alone in there again? You seem awfully close."

You sputtered for a moment, thrown off by the question.

"That's…that's not the point," you wrestled out of Floyd's grip, ignoring his protests. "No one deserves to be locked in a cage."

Jade smiled softly. "I'll discuss it with the board. We'll see what we can do."

Then he left. As angry as you were, Floyd was happy to be alone with you, especially now that he could understand everything you said to him. Plus, he had promised Jade he would study you. And he was an eel of his word. When he wanted to be.

Hours later, Floyd held your calf up to his ear, listening intently. He was fascinated by yours legs, and had asked if he could touch them. You'd allowed it. It was the least you could do.

But the innocent intensity of his studies was making it hard not to laugh.

"What are you listening for?" You held back a giggle.

"I dunno. Maybe they do something," he furrowed his brow. "I think this one's dead though, I can't hear a heartbeat."

You laughed. "That's not how it works."

"Why not?" He pouted.

"Can you hear heart beats in a tail?"

"No."

"Well, there ya go!"

He cocked a brow. Then he lunged forward, dropping your leg, and pressing his ear to your chest. You stiffened, your face burning, but he was listening just as intently as he was when he held your leg to his ear.

"Your heartbeat is fast, Shrimpy," he hummed, pressing himself even closer to your chest.

You bit your lip, holding back the retort about how you were nervous, of course your heart rate was faster.

"Oh, it's slowing down now," he said after a while of listening. He slowly wrapped his arms around you, pulling you even closer, continuing to sit in silence as he listened .

After a long while, where you started to slowly drift off, he spoke again.

"I've been wanting to ask you something," you nodded and he continued. "Jade is my twin." You nodded again. "So how did you know you could trust me?"

You tilted your head, thinking. "I didn't. But your eyes are kind. So I took a risk." You gently reached for his hand. "And I was right to. I like being around you, Floyd."

He was immediately filled with joy. You liked being around him! Then, almost as quickly, came the guilt. It wasn't that he had tricked you. He never said he wasn't here because Jade asked him to be.

Maybe he just wasn't used to someone aside from Jade and Azul trusting him so implicitly. It was nice, but it also made his insides hurt.

"I like being around you too, Shrimpy," he drawled lazily, sliding his head from your chest to his lap, grabbing one of your hands and placing it in his hair. You stiffened, but then gingerly began to run your fingers along his scalp. He hummed happily.

"Who's the blue haired guy on the tablet?" He asked.

You stiffened again, then gently continued your hair stroking.

"An ex friend. Apparently he took it a little too hard when I told him I only wanted to be his friend," you groaned at the recollection. "Guess I dodged a bullet."

Then you giggled. Your hand stopped moving, and Floyd almost snipped at you, but your laugh began to turn hysterical. He sat up and wrapped his arms around you tightly as you laughed and cried.

At some point you managed to spit out, "Did I really dodge a bullet? I wouldn't be in a fucking cage right now if I said yes to him!"

Floyd gently rocked you, trying to hush your pain, but it didn't seem to ease. And eventually, you passed out from the strain, drifting off into a restless sleep.

It was late into the evening, you were still fast asleep, seemingly worn from the events of the day. Jade swam over to the door, and placed food down for him and you. Floyd continued to watch your sleeping form, a sense of longing and heartbreak filling his chest.

"What's wrong with pretending we escaped?" He whispered. Jade tilted his head, confused. But Floyd could also see the anger that was starting to build.

"I just mean, wouldn't your research be more accurate if you could see how they interact with life outside of a lab?"

"I don't trust you to bring them back. You prefer fun over progress in my experiments."

Floyd pouted. "I have one day left in our agreement. Can't I use it how I see fit? It's not like I can get very far with them. They're too small, and not a strong enough swimmer."

Jade huffed, seeming to see the logic, despite not wanting to.

"You have until tomorrow evening to get yourselves out, and get me valuable information. If nothing of note is happening, I'll be retrieving them early. I don't care about your little crush. At the end of the day, they belong to me and the institute."

Floyd's stomach churned, but he covered it with a lazy glare.

"Duh. But at this rate you're gonna bore both of us to death. At least it'll give you some time to get them a better enclosure."

Jade sighed. "You already have my permission. No need to keep arguing."

He pulled the door closed, but left it infinitesimally cracked.

"Besides, now that I know it's capable of complex thought, it would be unethical to keep them in an empty glass enclosure," Jade finished with a slight snicker. "Have a great day, Floyd. Keep me entertained!"

He politely waved as he left the lab. Floyd took a calming breath. He'd been in countless situations of life and death, yet this was what made him nervous? His pop and his men would never let him hear the end of it if they knew.

One more day. One day where he could show you his home. Then you'd belong to Jade again, unless he saw fit to extend the contract. But he knew Jade far too well.

So this might be his last chance to be with you.

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#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #floyd leech x reader #floyd leech

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blindmagdalena · 1 year

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how do you think homie would react to reader breaking up with him because they have very different morals (homie kills people, ik he's babygirl but he does just brutally kill people, reader is a pacifist)

-bree(sorry for multiple asks in short time :P)

cw gaslighting, imprisonment, manhandling. no more mr. nice homelander.

"Fine, listen, listen, if it means that much to you, I won't do it anymore," Homelander says, hands lifted placatingly. The way he says it makes it sound like he's doing you a favor. Like you're overreacting to a mild infraction. You stare, mouth agape. "This... This isn't some bad habit. You kill people."

"Yeah," he agrees, a slight strain creeping into his voice. "Yeah! Okay. And? Lots of people kill people. And typically, I only kill people who're also killing people." "Typically," you echo, at a loss. How can he be so flippant about this? It's like he hasn't heard a single word you've said. "You don't care. At all." "Why should I care? Why should you care? It's not like I'm killing people you like, or even know," he says, his exasperation with you intensifying. "But you love me. So just... Cool off, alright? Sleep on it. Before you do something you'll regret."

The shift in his voice when he says that runs a chill up your spine. "Are you threatening me?" "What?" Homelander laughs. "No! Of course not. Babe, listen to yourself. C'mon, I know you're upset-" he moves to take your hand, but for the first time, you yank it from his reach, crossing your arms. His hand hovers in the space yours had been for a moment, his eyes locked on the same spot. He inhales a slow breath, his fingers curling into a fist before dropping back to his side.

When he looks at you, his gaze is bereft of any playfulness. Your denial of him has flipped a switch in him that you've never seen before.

"You're tired," he says, voice set low. Any traces of the lighthearted pretense from earlier has been dropped. "It's late. You have a lot to process. So, we are going to put this aside for tonight. You are going to come to bed with me, and we'll talk about it in the morning, when you're calm." "I am calm," you tell him, refusing to let him make you feel like you're the one being unreasonable. "Please move. I already told my friend I'm on my way," you lie. You wish you had. You wish you realized sooner you would need to. Homelander had always been so utterly devoted to you. He hung on your every word, met your every whim, loved you so thoroughly that he made you feel like his entire world. Only now have you realized the dangers of that kind of love.

His mouth twitches. "Which friend?"

You begin to answer, wanting to give validity to your fiction, but an awful thought occurs to you. Would he hurt them? "It doesn't matter," You reply instead, clutching your overnight bag. "I need space, and I don't want you coming to me before I'm ready. Please, move," you say, voice wavering. He was making this so much more painful than it already was. You do love him, but he's making you feel like you barely even know him.

Homelander taps his hands on his thighs, considering you. After a prolonged silence, just before you open your mouth to speak again, he claps his hands together. "Alright. Sure," he says, stepping forward. You step backwards. "Door's right there." You're immediately relieved, but there's a nagging feeling in your gut. "Thank you," you say softly, adjusting your grip on your bag. "I'll call, okay?" Homelander offers a sideways nod, seeming... resigned. You feel the guilt of it weigh heavily, and for a split second, you question yourself, whether what you're doing is right or fair. You have to steel yourself before your resolve falters. You need time away from him to collect yourself, and figure out what to do about the man you, as it turns out, know very little about.

Just as you pass him, you feel a sudden grip on your arm, and in a flash you're spun around, stumbling back into the penthouse. You stare wide-eyed for a moment, turning back around. Poised exactly as he had been before, Homelander stands in front of the door, hands on his hips. His brows lift slightly. "Well?" Your heart is racing now. "What are you doing?"

"Go on," he says, ignoring your question. "Door's right there."

Anger rolls through you in a heated wave. "I'm not playing this game with you," you say, moving to shove more forcibly passed him this time, but once again he catches you with a hand on your wrist, spinning you around with such ease, you may as well weigh nothing at all. Yet again you stumble back into the penthouse, tears welling in your eyes as you round on him. "Stop it! Get out of my way!" "Door's wide open, babe. All you have to do is get to it, and you can leave," he says, voice perfectly relaxed, devoid of any passion or empathy.

With a frustrated cry, you hurl your bag at him, and full on sprint towards the door. You get closer this time, but just as you reach for the knob, Homelander takes you by your shoulders and spins you right around. Your own momentum carries you further in. You barely catch yourself from falling, letting go a sob that's equal parts rage and heartbreak. Who is this man?

This time, you throw yourself bodily towards the door, screaming your distress, your anger. You do it again and again and again, and every time, Homelander spins you right back around. On the final attempt, as he once again redirects you, the force of your own momentum hurls you to the ground.

"Do you get it yet?" Homelander asks, cocking his head to the side, checking to see if you're picked up on this lesson in futility. "You don't call the shots here. You don't get to just decide we're done. Relationships go two ways, sweetheart," he says. That petname used to give you butterflies. It sounds sour on his tongue now. You hear him sigh, closer to you now.

"Didn't think you'd be that stubborn. But I guess I've always loved that about you when it wasn't pointed at me, huh?" He asks, a playful little lilt slipping back into his voice. You struggle when he scoops you up, you make an animalistic noise of pure aggravation, but it's as fruitless as ever. Homelander is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object, his grip on you like steel. He cannot be stopped, or even hindered, as he carries you towards the bedroom. He sets you down on the bed, and out of pure unthinking fury, you raise your hand to slap him across the face. The strike lands, but Homelander doesn't so much as twitch. Your hand smarts, you may as well have slapped a brick wall. You clutch your wrist, letting go another sob. It aches immediately, frail in comparison to his unyielding frame.

Cupping either side of your face, Homelander swipes away your tears with his thumbs, watching you impassively. There's patience in his expression, though it looks stretched thin.

"I know you're upset," he says, an echo of earlier, as if picking up right from where he'd left off. As if nothing of the last twenty minutes had even happened. "But we'll get through this. And hey, hey, I'm not even mad at you, okay? Because that's what it means when you love someone. You forgive them." You feel numbed by your own plethora of tumultuous emotions, strung out and exhausted. You close your eyes, unable to stomach the loving way he's gazing at you. He kisses your forehead, wringing a weak, hiccupped little noise out of you. "That's my girl. I love you more than anything. You know that, right? That I would never do anything to hurt you?" No matter how gentle his hold on you is, it's inescapable. You have no choice but to face him, bleary as he is through your tear-welled eyes. Unable to push an answer through the tightness in your throat, you just nod.

"That's right. Of course you do. Because if I wanted to hurt you, I would have. It would have been easy, huh?" Those words break something in you. You lose whatever bit of composure you had built back up, and you begin to sob anew, an agonized sound. Homelander's expression twists. He's never liked seeing you cry. He's also never been the source of it.

"Shhh, shhhh, hey, it's alright. You're okay. I would never let anything happen to you," he says, as if he wasn't the very thing happening to you in this moment. He kisses your forehead again, your tear-streaked cheeks, and finally your lips.

You don't have any fight left in you. Not against the press of his lips, and not against the way he brings you under the covers with him, clothes and all.

He pulls you against his chest the same way he has a hundred times before, as if this is any other night that the two of you have fallen asleep in each others embrace.

You hug your arms tight to your chest, crying hard, while he rubs your back, hushing you. Comforting you, as any good boyfriend should.

"It's alright. I've got you," he says, his arms an oppressive force around you. "I've got you."

#oh boy is this ever some ANGST #fair warning this is kinda dark compared to my usual brand #also wtf it got long ANYWAYS #homelander x reader #homelander x you #darling anon #ask and you shall receive #my writing #angst #dark fic #the answer to your question is 'badly' btw!#THANKS BREE ILU #bree

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selfindulgentpixies · 7 months

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Being seen

Satoru Gojo x Gn!reader

Reader who has been Gojo's friend since they were in highschool and maybe a little maybe a lot pining for him for years gets interviewed about him. wc:1161

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When you were approached by someone on your way out of the school for an impromptu interview you weren’t particularly pleased about it. They assured you it would be quick, they were just asking people a couple questions for posterity blah blah blah. You sighed and accepted it despite being tired and just wanting to go home.

So you’d gone and sat on one of your favorite benches under a big red japanese maple tree, crossed your legs and folded your hands over your knee before giving them the nod to go ahead.

“So who is Gojo Satoru to you?”

You give them an incredulous look.

“Ah sorry we’re asking quite a few people about him could you please-”

You sigh and glance up toward the vibrant leaves above your head. Memories so many memories about the man who’d you’d known since you were practically children. When you glance back your would-be interviewer gives you a look that’s both encouraging and pleading. It wasn’t exactly unknown how much time you spent around Gojo.

“Gojo is… a very good friend and a man who probably cares too much for others.” A small warm smile curls your lips, locking thousands more words within you.

The interviewer looks… surprised. “Could you elaborate.”

You debate how much to say giving a small tilt of your head. “Well… He’s the person I know I can always rely on, if there’s one person I know I can go to when I need to smile when things have been rough I know I can go to him. I know to most he comes across as eccentric and arrogant, and yes those aren’t exactly untrue things about him but he’s also someone who gives his everything for those around him. I think you’d be hard pressed to find someone who looks out more for those around them than he does.” You won’t realize it later until you see the video but as you speak about Gojo your expression is impossibly fond.

The interviewer motions to you as if they want you to say more and you give them a confused look.

“Is there anything else? Most people seem to have something particular they agree on about him.”

You stare at the interviewer, at first in puzzlement and then in annoyance as you realize what they’re trying to get you to say. “If others have said it, why do I need to? I don’t care about that. He’s a very dear friend to me and I think I’ve said enough for this interview.” You stand up, brushing off your work pants, and after you sling your work bag over your shoulder you begin to walk away, ignoring the interviewer trying to call you back.

Neither you or the interviewer noticed that the whole process had been observed from start to finish by the man in question.

—

You’re surprised the next day when Gojo wraps his arms around your shoulders from behind , resting his head on top of your own. You give a little jerk though you quickly realize it’s him. “Gojo! You know I startle easy don’t sneak up on me like that,” You give a small huff but there’s no heat behind it.

He hums, seemingly in thought. You flush a bit when he makes no move to let go of you. He’s always been one to disregard personal space with you but you couldn't deny the way that even after years of knowing him it still made your heart race, especially when he did it so openly. The second years could arrive at the training field anytime now.

“Gojo-”

“You gave me a lot to think about yesterday you know..”

“Huh? What do you mean?” You furrow your brow and reach up to untangle his arms from you so you can turn to look up at him. You’re almost startled to see his blindfold is pulled down around his neck as he’s studying you. Or it feels that way when you’re caught directly in his bright gaze.

“I was passing by when you were being interviewed.”

You huff, not yet catching what he’s getting at. “They were annoying, I don’t think they were interested in the answers I gave.”

“They might not have been but I was.” He smiles at you and his usual mischievousness is missing. “Did you mean what you said, is that how you see me?” His voice is smaller when he asks this part, almost as if he’s not sure he wants to.

“Of course,” without hesitation and then a bit more shyly, “of course I meant everything I said.” You glance away from him.

Gojo releases a breath, like he hadn’t been expecting your earnest answer. Did he maybe expect you to dance around what you’d said? “You’re really something you know that?” His hand cups your cheek and turns your face back toward him.

You swallow. “Normally when people have said that to me it’s meant in a negative way you know.”

He shakes his head, fluffy white hair bouncing with each turn of his head. “It was nice to hear… I don’t know that I’ve ever heard someone talk about me like that before.”

You want to make some sort of quip, cover up the shyness bubbling up inside you but something about this feels fragile, feels important. “Yeah, well.. I can say it again if you’d like… I actually have a lot more to say.” Your heart is hammering in your chest almost like it wants to escape, and maybe it does along with the words you’d been hanging onto since you were sixteen and you sat up all night playing videos games with a boy who’d burrowed his way between your ribs before you could do anything about it.

There’s a look of wonder to Gojo now and a grin with no edge takes over his face, dimples softly imdenting his cheeks. “I’d like that. I could say a few things to you too.”

“Yeah?” You ask and reach up to the hand cradling your cheek. Your smaller hand can’t possibly cover his but it’s enough. Enough to hold his hand there so you can do what will either be one of your best choices or most embarrassing as you turn into his palm so you can kiss it, and as you shyly look up at him through your lashes, lips still pressed to his palm, you don’t think you’ve ever seen Gojo blush like this before, his mouth falling into a little ‘o’ before he’s leaning down, pulling you in and-

Someone clears their throat loudly while someone else whistles. Mortified, you look over and see not only the second years but the first years as well. Not much in the way of training actually gets done and eventually you call off the lesson after one too many sly looks and hushed comments.

When Gojo slides back into your space after the disaster of a lesson and asks you out to dinner you of course say yes.

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swords-of-a-soilder · 4 months

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“And, what are you Philza?”

Missa had heard from his own son that a deity Name Rose has been watching over them, He then hears from Phil that he was reached out to another God before. That sparks the question "what are you?"

Missa rocked his legs back and forth as he sat on the edge of the tree house, with an anxious face he stared down at the Structure below him.

A kizbo of sorts surrounded by pilers, literal with roses. Mainly he focused on the floating chest in the center, that aperrantly served as a communication route.

He hadn't spoken to the deity yet, he was terrified of accidental offending her, he much rather thought his words out before Putting anything in the chest.

He would soon take note of Phil's approaching footsteps, though he wouldn't turn to meet him; Phil soon seated himself next to Missa, observing the worry look on his partner's face.

"So, this is probably a lot right now." Phil started, "If you have any questions I'd be more than happy to assist!"

Missa keep his gaze on the chest, in regards to questions he had many; he honestly wasn't even sure where to start but feared his silence would worry Phil.

Thus upon hearing Phil let out an patience sigh, he felt compelled to say something. "Who.. Who is she?" He finally asked

"Right, I'm going to simplify this for you." Phill began

"ok?"

"Rose is my Spawn entity, I was reincarnated into that world after I died in my previous one." He leaned forward clasping his hands as he too stared down at the chest. "And I wasn't sure if it was real to be honest; I thought those spaces in-between were just dreams, but her and the um end king found me so.."

"And the End king is another deity?"

"Not a good one."

"oh?!" Phil would regret mention the End kings name, once he noticed the fear in his partners voice.

"But you don't have to worry about that," he clearifided, "Rose will protect us."

"Ok.. and what did you mean by in-between spaces?"

"in-between worlds..the..where I..where Rose spawned me, they were different layers that lead between different worlds and.. how do I break this down.."

Missa finally looked up at Phil, he'd observed him seemingly rock his brain for a quick explanation. Eventually Phil pulled his backpack closer and ramaished through it, he then pulled out a tres leches cake.

"Ok, so." He pointed to the top of the cake, "imagine this is where I spawned, even though I exist up here I can still go," he moved his finger back and forth between the other layers, "between the other layers through void rips and the entities they can go wherever they want basically."

"Mm si.." Missa agreed, "and how did you get there?"

"Missa, Rose spawned me in."

Missa regret his choice in words once he picked up on the slight annoyance in Phil's tone, he didn't mean to make him repeat himself, it was just difficult to find the right words.

"I mean, why, for what reason did Rose put you there?"

"oh," he relaxed his muscle, "well I died in my old world, I guess she wanted to give me a second chance, it wasn't the first time something like that happen." Phil broke of a layer of the tres leches cake then hand it off to Missa, whom appected it grateful.

Phil tilled his head as he thought briefly to himself, "that's not that strange right? We respawn here."

"yes but, you come back as yourself in the same world you died in and they're circumstances where you just won't come back." Missa explained.

He then broke a piece of the cake which he popped in his mouth, "Sólo estoy tratando de entender las reglas". He explained with a full mouth.

Phil shurgged his shoulders, then processed to pick at the remainder of the cake. "It's pretty much the same, just over different worlds."

"you don't even have any childhood memories, Cellbit Y bagi Crecieron en esta isla, ¿Qué pasa contigo?"

"I don't really have any childhood memories." Phil explain, his eyes slowly swing to the opposite direction, it was clear he was uncomfortable with the direction of the questions.

Missa had half a mind to drop the conversation all together, but as much as he loved his husband he knew nothing of him, where he came from, why he came here; If he was allowing questions this would be the best time to ask right?

"Philza, please take no offense to the question I'm going to ask." Missa requested

Phil released a nervous chuckle, "um..ok?"

"What excalty are you?"

"What do you mean..?" He adjusted his position to sit upright, "I'm a bird mate, birdman, crow Father whatever those fuckers." He pointed to the crows seated in the branches about him. "Call me."

Missa stared at the crows briefly before turning his attention back to Phil; annoyance now painted Phil face, yup he was certainly sleeping in the petting zoo this time. "I think what I meant to ask was, Where did you originally come from?"

Phil's face went through a sequences of emotions, from annoyance to curiosity, then to confusion and horror as he became awear of one painful fact.

"You don't have to answer, don't worry about it. Lo siento, fue una pregunta extraña."

"I don't know..." Phil finally answered, "I've just always existed, I've never thought about it.."

'Ay dios mío, I married a God', Missa thought to himself as he processed Phil statement, of course Phil called it reincarnation but to have no memory of a childhood and just existed in different times, then he was more akin to a God than someone who just happened to remember his past lives.

A rather tragic God at that, if he couldn't remember his origins, but no normal being just exist without any memory of where they came from.

"is that unusual?" Phil inquired

"Ah, I just wanted to know." Missa successful dodge the question, "we're married and I don't know anything about you, it's not fair you know haha.."

Phil stared at his partner, it was true he knew very little of him and even after Missa had told him so much about himself, why he frequently went on journeys who he was before that.

Yet the only explaination Phil had for himself was, he always existed; he couldn't help but feel awful for his unsatisfactory answer. He leaned forward letting he arms rest in his lap, he himself then glared at the floating chest below them.

"You should talk to Rose, I want you to meet her." Phil attempted to change the subject.

"ha, I'm really worried I'm gonna offend her." Missa admitted, he couldn't help but feel this was like meeting the parents, and if that's true then he really didn't want to fuck up.

"Nah mate, Rose is really hard to offend, she'll love you.. I'm sure of it." Phil ended with a sad smile.

They sat there a little longer, feeling the cool wind as well as Indulging on the sweet smell of roses; perhaps he'd ask Rose for advice on how to communicate better with his husband.

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PAIRING: baxter radic x fem!reader WARNINGS: 'unrequited' love GENRE: angst to fluff SONG INSPIRATION: treasure by bruno mars WORD COUNT: 1.1k

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it was like she had superpowers. very annoying ‘superpowers’ at that.

summer had only known you for two weeks and had found out your long term crush on your best friend.

at first it was only little things like the way you’d lean a little too close to him as his arm loosely wrapped around your shoulders as he talked to his friends. tightening his hold if you moved even an inch away from his touch, doing so without breaking conversation.

the smile on your face just proved how much of an effect it had on you, knowing that even in his subconscious he was thinking about you, even if it was only slightly.

the way you’d find him what you thought were the prettiest seashells and even though you’d also surf and make sure you had enough food and water for the two of you since you had a feeling he’d steal yours. definitely not because you know how much he loved your cooking.

there was an endless list of things that summer could have listed off to you and she did but even with her trying to give you the kick up the ass that you needed to confess how you felt, it just made you even more anxious. if she found out that you liked him that easily then how obvious was it to him?

so you distanced yourself from him, slowly but you did.

starting with taking longer to reply to his messages or sometimes not even answering them at all.

making your morning surfs more spread out throughout the week, carefully keeping yourself out of arm's reach quite literally.

with stopping everything that was your norm you felt like you almost lost a part of yourself in the process.

being away from bax took a toll on your mental health even if it had been a couple of weeks, the realisation that the scent of his cologne on your pillow was fading made you sob loudly into your other pillow.

his touch was something that you missed the most. you didn't realise how much he used to before he wasn't able to at all. missing how his body practically wrapped around yours as he hugged you. god you missed his hugs the most.

staying out with the girls definitely eased your pain, even though they didn’t agree with the way you were dealing with this they were still there for you.

it had been just a little over a month of going no contact and even though it had been hard to do with being in the same friend group and all. you still did it.

whenever you'd look over to look at him, he'd already be looking at you. the act made your breath hitch, making you turn away and rejoin the conversation again.

everytime you looked into his big puppy dog eyes you would nearly cave, it was like they were begging for you to come back.

but you didn't!

. . .you may have just stayed in for the night whilst your friends partied or you genuinely would have.

eating your feelings in the middle of the night always helped, well that was before baxter decided to fall through your window nearly making you choke.

“bax? what are you–?” you uttered.

“no you’ve gone this long without talking to me you can wait a little longer, darlin’,” he coaxed as he walked over to your bed, towering over you in the process.

he's not normally one to do this so you just nodded as he sat in front of you, your knees knocking against each other as he did so.

baxter being this close to you after so long made you nervous, there was nowhere for you to run. it was time to face the music. “why have you been avoiding me? i've been trying to give you your space, but…”

“i couldn't go any longer without you, without knowing if it was something that i did wrong.” his eyes were glossy as he looked down at you.

and there it was. the last thing you wanted was for him to think he did something. hed only ever helped you and comforted you. all the guilt and regret came rushing back, the very thing that you had been trying to protect him from with his sisters is what you also made him feel.

leaning over wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him into the biggest hug. “i'm so sorry, b. it's not you i promise.” his arms engulfed your waist bringing you even closer to him.

you stayed like that for a while, the two of you not even noticing since you had always been this close.

“god i've missed the way you smell.” he joked as he nuzzled his face into your neck and deeply sniffed, tickling you and making you laugh in the process.

pulling away to go back to sit down again when he pulled you into his lap.

“baxter!”

“i love it when you say my name.” his voice lower now, all signs of joking were long gone. his eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips.

he pushes a strand of your hair behind your ear, leaving his hand to sit on your cheek. his thumb draws circles on your heated skin.

“so. why have you been avoiding me?”

your eyes drift away from him, body tensing with anxiety. “hey! it's just me, you can trust me.”

timidly glancing back at him. “i can't pretend anymore.”

he gives you a reassuring smile for you to continue.

“i'm in love with. . .you.”

“oh. my. god. the reason why you haven't talked to me in a month is because you love me?” he questioned, his grip loosened on you making your heart drop.

“yes.”

before you could say anything else he tackles you onto your back and begins to tickle you.

you laugh so hard that you’re out of breath as he continues to relentlessly tickle you.

he eventually stops, chuckling at your breathless state, “you- you little shit! ive been in love with you forever! ever since i met you at that surf shop to be exact.”

he was now hovering over you, arms either side of you trapping you in.

“you have?”

“yes!”

“why didn't you say something?”

he deadpans as if the answer was obvious.

“okay, okay fair.”

silence takes over the two of you. “so what now–?”

he leans down, closing the space between you, his lips brushing yours. the initial shock dissolves as you melt into the kiss, your hands running up his torso to rest on his chest. he pulled away only to not get too far as you tugged him closer to leave long pecks on his lips, making him smile into them.

“damn you can't get enough of me already?” he playfully wiggles his eyebrows at you making you laugh.

you felt stupid for doing what you did, but extremely happy with the outcome.

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paintyoureyeswithavividmind · 9 months

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close to home | chapter thirty eight

plot: Alexandria steps up to move a herd of walkers, and then the community is attacked

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Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 2,387 Warnings: violence, blood, typical twd A/N: thank you for reading!!!

You couldn’t sleep that night. After the meeting about Rick, and everything that happened during it, you couldn’t close your eyes long enough without thinking about all that happened. Reg was dead, who you didn’t really talk to. And Rick had killed Pete. You hoped that meant Deanna would let Rick stay. That meant you all could stay.

Michonne was sleeping in the bed on the other side of the room, and you had enough of tossing and turning. You quietly left the room and headed downstairs, hoping to find something small to eat.

Carol had made her acorn cookies earlier today--a part of this act she was putting on--so you helped yourself to two of them and a glass of water. The clock on the microwave read it was nearing two in the morning. Your eyes were heavy, and your body was tired, but your mind wouldn’t let you sleep.

Out the front window, you saw the light from a cigarette, and you knew exactly who it was. You hadn’t gotten a chance to speak with Daryl since he got back tonight. You weren’t sure if he knew about Rick’s outburst yesterday or if Noah was alive. He’d only been back a few hours, most of which was the meeting and everyone leaving.

When you stepped outside, the air was warm, and you immediately caught his attention. You started to feel nervous; he pushed you away when you kissed him the first time. Now that you had sex, you were worried about the same.

“Hi,” You said quietly as you sat down.

Daryl nodded with a grunt before taking a long drag of his cigarette.

“How are you?” You asked, wrapping your arms around your middle and looking at him. “How was recruiting with Aaron?”

“Was okay. Nothin’ happen’,” He said.

You nodded and looked out at the neighborhood. All of the lights were off except a few porch lights. It looked so ordinary. It even smelt normal. You couldn’t smell walkers. Instead, you smelt grass and the night air. You could even hear crickets chirping.

“Did you hear about Noah?” You asked.

Daryl nodded and flicked the ash off the cigarette. “Yeah,”

You were silent after that. You weren’t sure exactly what to say. It felt a bit awkward, and you didn’t want to embarrass yourself by saying something stupid. Maybe he was just adjusting to the news. Coming home and hearing about Noah’s death couldn't have been easy. And all the drama with Rick didn’t help either.

You glanced at him again, taking in his strong side profile and messy hair. You knew you wouldn’t get anything out of him tonight, and that was okay. He needed to process a lot of things in his own way.

“Alright, well,” You said, standing up and heading back inside. As you approached the door, you stopped and turned around momentarily, “I’m glad you’re home safe, Daryl.”

***

Two days later, a new enemy threatened Alexandria. You sat next to Maggie on the couch as Rick told everyone about the quarry and how the group needed to eliminate it. At first, you were as unsure as everyone else, but as Rick explained his plan, you immediately agreed. You had to. If you didn’t, and the walkers got out, they’d head straight for Alexandria.

Of course, you were the first to volunteer, and soon others followed suit. After the meeting, everyone dispersed, and you and Maggie walked home together.

“Aren’t you going to ask me why I didn’t volunteer?” Maggie asked you quietly.

You glanced at her, “I figured you just weren’t up to it. Honestly, I wasn’t paying much attention. I’ve been preoccupied the last few days.”

“With Daryl? How is that?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. He’s so reserved. I think us having sex freaked him out because he hasn’t really talked to me. But I left his room the next morning and thought he was happy. I’m just giving him space right now. He’ll talk to me eventually. I can wait.”

“What else is it then?”

“Just everything. Accepting where we are, how we got here. I’m still wrapping my head around it.”

“Yeah, I can relate to that.”

“So what about you? Why didn’t you volunteer?” You asked.

Maggie grabbed your arm and stopped you a few feet from your house’s porch steps. She looked around and then smiled at you. “I’m pregnant.”

Your eyes widened, and you tried to speak but stuttered over your own words. “You’re… what? Like a baby?”

Your cousin laughed, and she nodded. “I wanted you to be the first to know. I’m not quite sure how far along I am, but I am.”

“You look so happy about it, Mags,” You said with a smile. “I’m happy for you and Glenn.”

***

After dinner that night, you decided to go for a run around the neighborhood. You used to love jogging before the end of the world, and then life was always spent on the run. So now that you had a safe place to do it and had food in your stomach consistently over the past week or so, you had the energy to do it. You actually missed it.

You ended up doing laps around the neighborhood until the sunset, and then you walked back to your house all sweaty and out of breath. But you felt alive. You felt happy and healthy for the first time before the world ended.

Daryl was sitting on the porch, smoking another damn cigarette. You grew nervous as you approached him. The two of you spoke casually the past few days but nothing with actual subsistence. And you didn’t talk about what you wanted to talk about.

You gave Daryl a smile and a nod as you walked past him but paused when he said your name. So anxiety filled your stomach, and you sat next to him.

“Needa ask you a favor,” He said, chewing on his thumbnail and looking at you every few seconds.

“What?”

“The quarry and shit. Was thinkin’ maybe you stay here instead. Keep an eye on things.”

Your eyebrows furrowed together, and you looked at him. “What? Why?”

“Lot of us are goin’ out. There ain’ gonna be a lot of us here to defend the place case somethin’ happens.”

“Nothing is going to happen. And I already told Rick I’m going.”

Daryl looked at you then, rubbing his jaw. “Can ya please just stay?” He stressed.

You looked away from him as you realized why he was asking. He was worried about you. Your heart fluttered, and you clasped your hands together. “If you tell me why you want me to stay, I will.”

He nodded and took a long drag of the cigarette, almost like he needed it to speak his mind. He didn’t look at you as he said, “Don’t want ya out there anymore.”

Again, your heart fluttered. It wasn’t a declaration of his feelings, but it was enough, especially from Daryl. So you nodded and reached over, taking the cigarette from his hand and crushing it under your show. “Fine. I’ll stay. But you gotta stop smoking so much. The world’s already trying to kill you, don’t help it out.”

You stood up, and in an act of bravery, you leaned down and kissed the top of his head. He didn’t move away fast enough, and you chuckled. “Goodnight, Daryl.”

***

You and Carol stood together as you watched the teams head out of Alexandria. You could hear Daryl’s new motorcycle leading the charge. You wrapped your arm around Carol’s and sighed.

“It’s just a dry run,” Carol reminded you. “And it’s us. They’ll be fine.”

You shook your head, “It’s not us I’m worried about. Building the fences, you saw what they were like; they could barely take down a walker.”

“Rick’s plan will work. I know it will.” Carol said, and you both turned after the gates were shut. “What are your plans today?”

“Carl wants to show me a comic book he thinks I’ll like, and I’m helping him babysit Judith” You smiled, “And I’ll be covering watch duty later tonight too.”

The two of you split ways, and you met up with Carl while she went to grab things from Olivia. He was excited to show you the comic--which you didn’t exactly care for, but you’d never tell him that. Judith was peaceful as ever, and Tora napped right alongside her.

It was peaceful until it wasn’t.

“(Y/N)!” Carol screamed from downstairs, and you were on your feet in seconds. They thudded as you ran down the stairs.

You heard screaming from outside, and you grabbed your weapons, thanking God you’d left them in the kitchen when you came back. The two of you told Carl to stay with Judith and that you’d be back soon. And, of course, not to leave.

“Plan?” You asked as you holstered your gun and gripped your knife tightly.

“Try and stay together,” Carol said before you both left the house together.

Of course, that plan didn’t work out. Strangers were running around with weapons, attacking anyone that moved. You lost track of where Carol went as you crept around a house, spotting a man tying up one of the Alexandrians you didn’t know that well.

You steadied your breathing and started approaching the man slowly, with your machete raised. When you got close enough, you jumped on his back and dug your weapon into his neck. He died without making a sound, and you untied the man. “Get somewhere safe,”

Then you moved on to your next target, who had just brutally beat your neighbor to death. You used the gun this time, with a clean shot to the head. Then you put down your neighbor with your machete and kept moving.

A horn started blasting, and you froze for a moment, trying to determine what it was and where it was coming from. In your second of hesitation, a figure darted from behind a house and jumped at you.

Your head hit the ground hard as you struggled against the woman. She had the advantage; she was taller and stronger and seemed twice as crazy.

“You crazy fuck,” You cursed loudly, blocking her hand that had gotten close to stabbing you. You thrashed underneath her, fighting for your life. She attacked again, and you did your best to block her when the knife came down. It just missed your chest, the blade running against your collarbones. You felt the blood start to pool immediately and thrashed harder, using your legs to kick her off you.

Acting quickly, you jumped over her and slammed her head against the ground before spotting a rock a foot away. You slammed her again harder and then grabbed the rock in her daze.

The sickening crunch of the rock caving in her head was enough to tell you she wasn’t dead, and you beat her until portions of her skull had fractured off.

“(Y/N)!”

You dropped the rock and fell backward when you heard Maggie, and she was over to you instantly.

“Come on, we gotta go,” She said, helping you stand.

Rosita and Aaron were there, and they both looked like they had a good fight. You knew the look Rosita gave you, and you nodded, letting her know you were okay.

“The dead are rising,” Aaron said as he spotted a walker that was once a friend.

You breathed out and twirled your machete. “We still got work to do.”

***

“Denise!” Maggie yelled as she pushed you through the infirmary door. “She got knicked on her collarbone; it won’t stop bleeding,”

The new doctor approached you immediately and led you to a chair. Across the room, a blanket was covering a body. A part of you didn’t want to know who it was.

Denise worked quickly, having Maggie put pressure on the wound before she quickly stitched it up. It only needed a few, but you knew that before getting there.

“I gotta go to Deanna; you okay here?” Maggie asked you.

You nodded because you were too tired to speak. Your cousin left, and Denise gave you some water and food to help with the blood loss.

“Who were they?” Tara asked you.

“Some freaks with W’s on their forehead. I don’t know.”

***

After Denise cleared you to go, you headed toward the gate. With so many people now dead, you figured someone should be on lookout. The survivors had already begun cleaning up the mess, and you knew it would take hours to get everyone buried. If they even had the space for it in the cemetery.

You were already standing guard when Michonne, Heath, and Scott returned. You couldn’t hear what they were saying but couldn’t focus on anything except making sure no one was trying to climb the walls.

Deanna had climbed up there with you and thanked you quietly for helping protect the community. She tried not to look at your blood-soaked clothes, and you realized how jarring it must’ve been. And how messed up it was that it didn’t even affect you anymore. You weren't even sure how many people you killed in the attack.

“Open the gate!”

You both turned at Rick’s voice, and your mouth dropped as you saw what was heading right to you. Through the trees, hundreds of walkers chased Rick down the street. While Deanna froze, you rushed to climb the ladder and get to the gate, where Michonne pulled it open.

“Rick!” You yelled, grabbing your gun at firing at a few walkers who were too close for your liking. As soon as he crossed through, Michonne shut the gate, and you grabbed Rick’s arm.

He desperately tried to catch his breath as you searched his arms and then grabbed his face, inspecting for anything that could’ve been fatal. His hand had a gash, and many wounds were across his arms and face. As he breathed deeply, he gave you a nod, and you knew he was okay, for the most part.

But with the sounds of walkers banging against the wall, you weren’t sure if anything was going to be okay.

#daryl x y/n #daryl x reader #the walking dead daryl #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon #daryl fanfiction #twd #daryl twd #daryl dixion x reader #daryl x you

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munsooooon · 2 months

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when you know, you know.

rated g | 2, 086 words | tags: Additional Tags: Eddie Munson Takes Care of Steve Harrington, Pet Names, Gay Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Friends to Lovers.

Note: I apologize for any mistake, english is my second language. this is my first Steddie fanfic published and my first fanfic in english. I hope you enjoy it, let me know if there any mistake...

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Steve was happy to have someone to help him with the day to day tasks, he had always been independent (although there was no other option for him really) and he enjoyed being that person who was always there for his friends and who helped them with their day to day life, it made him really happy and made him feel useful. Of course Robin helped him a lot too, but for some reason, when he called Eddie for help it was different, it felt different and sent shivers down his spine.

"Hello?"

"Hello Eds." Steve whispered, doing things as simple as calling him on the phone felt truly intimate. Steve could swear Eddie was smiling.

‘’Stevie! To what do I owe the pleasure of hearing your voice so early, my highness?’’

Steve smiled at the nickname, he hated being remembered as King Steve, but he loved when Eddie called him that, because he loved when he said "my." He got as close as he could to the clock on the wall so he could see the time....

‘’Eds, it's 1:00 PM’’

‘’See? I told you I got up early, actually I should sleep until 3, it's my rest day.’’ Eddie smiled.

‘’Now that you remember it, it makes me feel terrible because I was going to ask you a favor.’’

‘’And I will tell you: Of course, Stevie.’’

‘’No, Eddie, it's…’’

"Ah ah ah," Eddie interrupted, "don't try to convince me because you won't succeed. What can I do for you, darling?"

‘’Eddie, but…’’

‘’Honey, I want to take care of you, what do you need?’’ Eddie responded softly.

“Thanks Eds,” Steve whispered with a slight, “Can you pick up my migraine medication? The pharmacy closes at 5 and my shift ends at 7, I forgot that I had to go get them, the prescription is…‘’

‘’In the refrigerator.’’

Steve smiled without being able to stop.

‘’Yes, there is also money in the next drawer, please Eddie, take it.’’

‘’Okay.’’

"I'm being serious, Munson."

‘’I don't know where that drawer is.’’

‘’Eddie, if you don't take it, I'lI feel terrible. ‘’

‘’Have a nice day, pretty boy.’’

Eddie didn't even give Steve time to respond, he immediately ended the call. Either way, Steve barely managed to put the phone down, because his brain short-circuited upon hearing the older man's words.

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‘’Eddie’’

"Don't insist, Stevie," Eddie exclaimed, "I'm a gentleman and I won't take the money."

Eddie smiled triumphantly as he saw that Steve finally gave up, he gave him a loving pat on his arm and sat on the kitchen floor of his house, Eddie sat next to him. They had spent about 15 minutes arguing with a smile on their faces for money. Although Steve felt genuinely bad for making Eddie spend money, he also felt happy to have someone who would immediately agree to go get his medicine without expecting anything in return.

In moments like this, Steve feels as if he and Eddie are building their own world that only the two of them can inhabit, together. Steve feels loved and it has taken him a little time to process that feeling, but for the first time in his life he is certain that love exists. Eddie seems to understand that Steve is not used to this, but he has allowed him to go at his own pace, and has given him a safe space to find himself, to feel what is happening between them.

It is worth mentioning that Steve went into complete panic when he realized that friendship with Eddie was not just friendship, curiously and considering the person he had been just three years ago, it did not scare him so much to know that he was falling in love with a boy, he was actually scared of not knowing what to do about it, it was the first time he felt genuinely loved. No move he had used in the past for his conquests seemed good enough. Steve found at age 20 that he had no idea what to do when you were truly in love, he had adored Nancy romantically and knew that Nancy adored him and was attracted to him, many people were attracted to him but had never received what Eddie gave him, they didn't talk about it but Steve was certain that they belonged to each other, and although he didn't know exactly what to say, he knew that the time to talk about it was getting closer and closer.

Meanwhile he can only say...

‘’Thank you’’

For accepting me, for loving me, for waiting for me.

“It's a pleasure” Eddie says with genuine sincerity, taking Steve's hand in his and placing a small kiss.

Eddie's ideal response made him smile, Steve was obviously thanking him for picking up his medications but also for being patient with him. Steve rested his head on Eddie's shoulder, who smiled when he felt it.

"By the way," Steve whispered without breaking away, "I have something for you."

“Mm huh?” Eddie exclaimed, looking straight into his eyes, they were so close. Steve could see how his eyes shined just for him, it physically hurt him to have to separate from him when he had those beautiful eyes fixed completely on him.

"Yes" Steve whispered, lost in his eyes.

“What do you have for me, darling?” Eddie whispered as he hugged him.

Steve smiled as if he were hiding a mischief, got up and took Eddie's hand to walk together to the refrigerator, Eddie rested his back on the kitchen counter, his little eyes reflected the curiosity he was feeling, Steve opened the refrigerator, pulling out the surprise...

“Ice cream?” Eddie asked.

‘’Do you remember the vanilla ice cream you bought on Saturday when we went to breakfast?’’

“The best ice cream in the universe?” Eddie asked excitedly, Steve nodded “God, I loved that ice cream”

"Well, I bought you this bottle..." Steve answered, Eddie looked at him very excitedly, "and maybe three others that are in the refrigerator."

Eddie looked at him with wide, surprised eyes.

‘’But the waitress didn't want to tell me the name!’’

"Yesterday I came back alone, she even told me where to buy it," Steve smiled. "No one can resist my charm!"

"Surely not, dear." Eddie said with a huge smile. “You flirted and tricked a girl just so I could have my ice cream?”

“It sounds awful when you say it like that“ Steve exclaimed “Besides, you loved the ice cream”

Eddie let out a genuine, happy laugh, filled with pure adoration, and picked up Steve who immediately wrapped his arms around his neck for support.

‘’What did you say to her?’’ Eddie said.challenging him, looking into his eyes with a smile, Steve felt his cheeks heat up.

‘’Hi, I'm Steve!’’ Steve said, faking his own voice. ‘’Oh! I was just looking for you, by the way, your hair looks very nice like that’’

‘’Oh yeah?’’ Eddie exclaimed, raising an eyebrow, taking Steve’s words as if they were meant for him.

"Mmm huh," said Steve, "last Saturday I came with my best friend, he loved the vanilla ice cream, Oh! don't worry babe. I understand that you couldn't tell him because it's a company secret but maybe you could tell me, his birthday is on Tuesday and I would like to serve it at his birthday party. I don't want to cause you problems but oh, I would love to be a Good boy for my man, my best friend.

Steve was exaggerating his performance but Eddie was completely lost, he couldn't help his eyes drifting to the other boy's lips when he emphasized being a good boy .

‘’And she gave it to you so easily?’’ Eddie smiled.

‘’Of course, nothing moves more than a boy being sweet for his best friend. ’’ He smiled proudly.

"Sure, you're a great friend, my best homie."

Steve laughed outrageously, Eddie imitated him and lowered him to the floor. Steve scooped up some ice cream and gave it to Eddie to try, who gushed about his love for ice cream. Steve's mouth watered, his lips were open, the sounds Eddie made flooded his entire body and brain.

"God, Steve! You're truly the best, I don't deserve you, you got ice cream just because I mentioned that I loved it," he exclaimed with emotion, "thank you so much, baby."

Steve smiled with a sweet blush on his cheeks, he took care of continuing to feed them both with the ice cream, they shared a spoon and from time to time Eddie smeared ice cream on his face, the tension in the air was evident, the two of them were so deep into the space of the other. The metalhead looked destroyed and proud every time he saw the delicious, white ice cream on Steve's face, it seemed that he was engraving that image of Steve deep inside his mind. Steve could tell Eddie was holding back from doing something else, and Steve wanted that badly, he wanted Eddie to lick every bit of ice cream off his face, but, instead he just smiled at him with complicity, shyness and a blush on his cheeks.

They eventually ended up back on the floor sharing the ice cream and a spoon.

"I've been meaning to ask for a while,” Eddie exclaimed. Steve looked at him. “What does the “J” mean?"

Steve looked at him confused.

"In your prescription, it said Steve J. Harrington."

"Oh, that's my name," Steve answered, concentrating on the ice cream. "Steven Joseph Harrington."

Steve stopped eating when he felt Eddie staring at him with genuine surprise, it seemed like he was even having a hard time breathing. He was always so expressive, especially with his eyes but at that moment he was surprised like he rarely was.

"Are you kidding?" Eddie asked, almost holding his breath.

"No," Steve responded with visible confusion and some anxiety.

"Stevie"

Eddie took him by the face and covered his cheeks, his forehead and his nose with small sweet and noisy kisses.Steve dropped the spoon and without being able to stop himself he began to laugh softly. It was the first time Eddie had kissed him so many times and with so much enthusiasm.

"What's wrong, Eds?"

"Happens that I love you and that we were fucking destined, God." Eddie exclaimed with emotion, Steve looked at him surprised, that was a confession, it was the first time he had said those words to him "And It's my name too"

Steve still hadn't processed that Eddie had told him ‘’I love you’’ for the first time, casually in his kitchen while eating ice cream, and now he had to process that he shared his name with the boy he loved.

"What?" Steve exclaimed, surprised.

"I swear on my guitar," said Eddie, "Edward Joseph Munson, I never thought it rhymed, nice to meet you."

Steve laughed hysterically.

"Steven Joseph Harrington, mine doesn't rhyme either." Steve responded, "the pleasure is mine."

Eddie took his hand ‘’What are the possibilities? I mean, we're only children from marriages that probably never loved each other, we have matching scars and matching names!’’

Before he could think about it too much, Steve kissed him. Their teeth clashed a little because it had been unexpected, but Eddie quickly knew how to keep up, Steve was sure that kissing him was the best decision he had ever made, he felt like all the pieces finally fit together, he was feeling like he was breathing properly for the first time in his life, which was ironic because Eddie was stealing all his air, Steve wanted to take everything that was within his reach, with his hands he ran over the other boy's face and hair, at times he traveled to his back and to his waist. After a few seconds he was sitting on the lap of the other boy who received him and held him firmly.

Steve Harrington had never felt so powerful before, kissing a boy felt powerful.

"I love you too, by the way," Steve smiled close to his lips, looking into his eyes. "Thank you for waiting for me."

"Always."

Steve smiled because he felt free and light, loving Eddie felt easy like eat vanilla ice cream. He couldn't believe that the right moment had arrived when he least expected it, he was simply certain at that moment that when you are with the love of your life, you know it.

#steddie #steddie fanfic #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve harrington x eddie munson #eddie munson x steve harrington

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fantasydaydreamers · 10 months

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💜7 mins in Heaven with Dabi: Pt. 7 FINALE💙

Continuation of Part 6

Warnings: Underaged drinking, Lemon

You woke up to sunlight hitting your face. The first thing you noticed was a blanket covering you and the absence of Tomura. Memories from last night hit you like a freight train and you groan, shoving the blanket off.

"Well, good morning to you too," Tomura calls out softly, suddenly crouching down beside you.

You felt sick and nauseous as the events from last night became more clear, your brain no longer foggy from sleep. Throwing your hands over your eyes, you clench your teeth.

"Is it a good morning? Is it really?"

Gentle hands pry yours away from your face. "Hey now, none of that. You did the right thing by telling both of them."

It takes a second for his words to sink in.

"How do you know I told both of them?"

Tomura shifts so he sat on the floor and you roll onto your side to face him. "Well, considering you were up at 4 in the morning and came out crying, there's only one other guy I know who is also up at that time."

He rolls his eyes playfully.

"And Touya miraculously had zero blood on his face when I saw him again and I don't think he was in the right frame of mind to get everything off. He was in bad shape."

He gives you a pointed look as he finishes, but a small smile appears on his face anyway. You sigh in defeat, feeling numb.

"I don't think Hitoshi is ever going to talk to me again," you whisper.

Tomura shifts again and worms his way back onto the couch, forcing you to press your back tightly against the cushions.

"So tell me what happened," Tomura says gently.

You take a deep breath and start telling him everything from the moment Touya saw you in the hallway, not missing the look of surprise Tomura gives you when you tell him how Touya backed away to give you space to decide.

The part with Hitoshi had another wave of tears blurring your vision, but Tomura listened patiently, playing with your hair as you talked. When you finished, you took a deep breath, feeling somewhat lighter.

Tomura hummed and was quiet for a while, processing everything you said. The fingers in your hair had you feeling drowsy again and much more relaxed than before.

"Do you remember when I said they've been acting weird around each other for a while?" Tomura asks finally, breaking the silence.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you nod.

"There's a story, but I have to tell you about the night Keigo and Touya brought you over to Hitoshi's place first," Tomura clears his throat before continuing, "I know Keigo was the main one who dragged you along, and he doesn't just do that for anyone. Keigo is a friendly guy, but I learned later of how Keigo and Touya knew you."

By now, your eyebrows were permanently furrowed as you waited in anticipation for him to continue.

"I have to say, as soon as you made that comment about Mimi being the only pussy Touya can't get, I was a fan and I wasn't the only one," Tomura shoots you a knowing look, "however, when you left and Touya followed you out, we all kinda assumed something was going to happen at your dorm and I could see the disappointment on Hitoshi's face. You might've not seen it but throughout the whole time you sat next to those boys, they looked like they were going to explode."

"Nothing happened," you confirm, remembering that something almost did, but those girls walked by and reminded you who Touya was.

Tomura nods. "I know. Touya came back here pissed as hell and Yo couldn't help but laugh and crack jokes which didn't help his mood. We were all amused which seemed to aggravate him even more, but he didn't leave. Usually, if Touya is denied more than once, he moves on to the next, but for some reason, he's stuck on you."

"Maybe he likes the challenge," you suggest.

"Maybe," Tomura agrees. "Keigo ended up telling us about the 7 minutes in heaven situation and we asked Touya if something happened then and all he said was that the first thing you said to him was that you didn't want to do anything and nothing happened."

You were silent, processing everything that was being discussed about you behind your back. So Hitoshi knew this whole time?

"I know he probably tried to seduce you, we all know, but you denying him a second time? I think he liked it."

Tomura went silent after that as you had an internal battle in your head about what to do about the situation and the choice you had to make.

"I'm scared if I pick him, he'll get what he wanted and move on. Like he wins,'" you admit finally.

He nods in understanding. "That's honestly a possibility. I've seen Touya do that to girls before, but none have kept him waiting as long as you," he furrows his brows briefly, "but you did say he made that comment you in the bathroom so maybe he's serious."

Shivering slightly, you pull the blanket back up around you and Tomura. "I don't understand Hitoshi then. If he knew what happened between Touya and I this whole time..."

Tomura cuddles you close, wrapping an arm around you as you tuck into his chest for warmth.

"Now, with the story I have to tell you, I want you to promise to listen all the way through before saying anything," he says softly but sternly, making you somewhat nervous. You nod against his chest silently.

"Yo, Keigo, Touya, and I have all known each other since the beginning of high school and for the majority of that time, Touya was in a very serious relationship."

Your eyes widen in disbelief, but you remained silent.

"I'm aware of how shocking that sounds, but let me finish," he clears his throat before continuing. "Hitoshi and Kat were the last two to join our little group and he and Touya clicked instantly. They did everything together and..." He sighs wistfully, trailing off.

"To make a long story short, Touya's girlfriend cheated on him with Hitoshi."

You gasp, pulling back from Tomura's chest abruptly, wide-eyed. He shoots you a warning look that he wasn't finished, knowing you already had a million things to say.

"Apparently," Tomura stresses, guiding your head back to his chest, "it had happened before Hitoshi and Kat knew us, so Hitoshi didn't know she was already in a relationship, and it was never confirmed by the girl. Hitoshi swears on everything he had no idea until he met Touya's girlfriend one day, without knowing she was Touya's, and flirted with her, hoping for another hook-up..." Tomura cringes slightly, and you could tell he was remembering the situation. "Touya...confronted...him and said how long they'd been together when Hitoshi came forward and confessed."

Too much information was swirling around your head as you tried to piece everything together. You couldn't imagine Hitoshi hooking up with his best friends' girlfriend knowingly...right?

"Touya was heartbroken and obviously ended the relationship. At the time he believed Hitoshi, but we all know he has some resentment over him. Their friendship wasn't the same after that, and once we came here for college, he became this..." he trails off, looking for a word.

You stayed silent as promised.

"Well, you know. Whatever he is now," Tomura concludes. "I personally think that he's just trying to fill that void that never left. As for Hitoshi, I honestly don't know."

He paused for a second before adding, "Okay, I'm finished now."

"Holy shit," the words left you in a rush, feeling air being punched out of your lungs. Your brain was whirling with thoughts and questions, not knowing where to start.

This time you pulled back again, not knowing what face you were making, but Tomura snorted slightly.

"Do you think it really happened before Touya and Hitoshi knew each other?" Was the first question out of your mouth.

He furrowed his eyes and bit the inside of his lip in thought. "I'm...not a hundred percent sure. As much as I love him, Hitoshi can be a secretive guy and only confides in his brother when he needs to. All I know is that one of the main reasons he and Touya bonded so well is that they're both determined and go after what they want. He's just more...calculated."

An unsettling feeling rested in your gut as a knock came from the door.

"Tomuraaaa," came a hoarse voice.

Tomura rolls his eyes and calls out, "It's open!" You heard the door open and you peeked an eye over Tomura's shoulder seeing Yo stumble in. He immediately spots the two of you on the couch and wanders over, collapsing on top. You both grunt as Yo makes himself comfortable.

"What are we talking about?"

Tomura sneers and shoves him off. "We're talking about how you need to go brush your teeth. Didn't you shower and do all of that at Kat and Hitoshi's?"

Yo lays like a dead weight on the floor, not even bothering to get up and he mumbles his reply. "M'passed out as soon as we got there."

Tomura takes a deep breath to calm himself and you move the blanket off to get up. He shifts as well to get up, stepping over Yo and making his way back to the kitchen.

"Let's go get some breakfast," he calls out and the idea has your stomach rumbling. Yo groans and slowly stands up.

"Gimme 10 minutes," he mumbles, wandering to the bathroom as you stand and stretch. Yawning loudly you wobble slightly from the stretch, noticing Tomura staring at you from across the room fondly.

"What?"

"Whoever you pick, they're one lucky piece of shit."

The muffled sound of a shower turns on.

~*~*~*~*

Half an hour later, you found yourself sitting in the same booth as yesterday with Yo and Tomura. The conversation you had with Tomura played like a broken record in your head as you tried to figure out what Touya and Hitoshi's goals were or if there even was a goal.

Everything seemed deeper than what it was and it was all so frustrating and confusing. The table was silent, Yo still clearly hungover as Tomura played on his phone. What may seem like a comfortable silence to them was awkward for you.

You eyed Yo wearily.

He held his head in one hand as he absently drank from a sugary frappucino, staring out the window with strained eyes. Just knowing he was also told of the 7 minutes in heaven situation made your skin crawl. Sure, you haven't had much time to talk with him but-

He knew.

You freeze up next to Tomura remembering that Yo was the one who gave you the truth-or-dare option at the party last night. You almost jerk away, uneasiness settling like a weighted blanket over you.

What was going on? Tomura was there too and tried to calm me down, but what if he's been messing with me too? Is Tomura actually my friend here?

Overthinking everything that's happened in the past few days, you fumble out of the booth, feeling like you couldn't breathe.

"(Y/n)?" Tomura asks, a worried and confused expression on his face. "Are you okay?"

"Restroom," was all you managed to get out before bolting down the hall. Memories of you and Touya against the wall flash vividly in your mind briefly. This time though, you actually enter the restroom and into the nearest stall trying to calm your racing heart.

Breathe, (Y/n). If he had other intentions, he wouldn't have told me that story this morning. He hasn't pushed me towards either of them and has helped talked me through things.

Okay, maybe they all know about the situation and how you and Touya met, but they also know nothing happened. Trying to convince yourself everything was fine, you sigh and think of a way to calmly walk back to the table and maybe get more information out of Tomura and Yo when the restroom door opens.

"-told you he wouldn't care."

A pause.

"He hasn't been with anyone for the past few weeks, of course we're all curious."

The one-sided conversation made it clear a girl was on the phone, and it was painfully obvious who she was talking about.

"Whatever. It's not like she knew if we hooked up that night or not...you're just an ass who wanted her to pick you."

You furrow your eyebrows as it was silent before she snorts a laugh.

"See? Karma is a bitch, huh 'Toshi?" The girl mocks teasingly as your jaw drops open, your heart thudding faster in your chest. She laughs again and says something else you didn't register, too shocked to even breathe. Her saying goodbye tuned you back in as you open the stall door, mustering the courage to walk by and see just who it was.

You meet her gaze in the mirror, watching her eyes widen in shock and freeze in the middle of applying lipgloss.

'Last night was soooooooo fun, baby~'

Saying nothing, you hold her gaze a second longer before walking back out into the donut shop and back to Tomura, a few tears finally sliding down your face.

He notices and puts his phone down in a panic. "What happened?!"

You cross your arms over your chest and stare straight ahead, knowing if you'd look at him, you'd break down.

"Hitoshi can go to hell."

~*~*~*~*

You ditched class and spent time with Tomura and Yo for the rest of the morning. After telling them what you overheard in the bathroom, not only was Tomura livid but Yo seemed pretty upset about bro-code being broken.

He earned himself a slap on the head for that, courtesy of Tomura.

You understood what he meant though. If Hitoshi did what you all suspected him of doing, he also framed Touya. It was sad because even though Touya had a reputation you already knew of, Hitoshi tried to twist it even further.

The girl had come out of the restroom not long after you, dashing through the donut shop to the exit.

"Think she'll tell Hitoshi?" Yo asked, arms crossed over his chest.

Tomura scoffs, looking disgusted. "Let her. I would love to hear how he can talk his way out of this one."

You also asked Yo about the truth or dare question and he said Kat had whispered the idea in his ear and he was too drunk to comprehend anything so he just went with it. Both you and Tomura make a twisted faces and Yo apologizes, saying that he should've never done the keg stand.

You went silent after that, feeling empty while rethinking every situation you had with Hitoshi. Sure, you were torn between him and Touya and you never meant to lead them on so is that why Hitoshi tried to make you pick?

But then to make me feel guilty last night and get mad about the text...?

"-(Y/n)? (Y/n)!" Yo was waving a hand in front of your face looking concerned. Blinking, you snap out of it.

"Hm?"

"We're going to invite Keigo and Touya, is that okay?" It was sweet that Yo asked, but you weren't sure if seeing Touya so soon was a good thing. You needed answers first without him.

"Sure, but I can't miss my next class. I have a project due in less than two weeks that I haven't started." You'd be gone by the time they'd show up anyway.

Tomura nods silently, but you could guess that he saw through your words. "I'll message you and tell you everything." He picks up his phone again and you tell him your username.

decayedy0uth followed you

decayedy0uth: 🩵

You manage to crack a smile and Tomura gives you a hug in the booth. "We'll meet up later, okay?"

Distracted, you leave the donut shop with a headache.

~*~*~*~*

It wasn't a surprise halfway through class you felt your phone buzz. Expecting to see Tomura's message, your heart drops seeing that it was Hitoshi.

brainwxshed: (Y/n) please can we talk

Anger and sadness flared through you again watching him type.

brainwxshed: i can explain eveything i swear. please.

Hesitantly, you start typing back.

you: explain what? that you set up Touya and lied to make yourself seem...better? oh and you had the nerve to get mad at me for coming forward and being honest and truthful about the text i accidentally switched up because i didnt want to see YOU hurt?

you: i dont need an explanation. i understand perfectly.

brainwxshed: nononono that's not it. i mean yes you're completely right, but my intention wasn't to hurt you. or my friends. i really like you.

Funny way of showing it, you thought bitterly.

You don't respond, tapping your pencil against the desk as you tried focusing on your now-abandoned project. Hitoshi keeps typing then stops, his username taunting you.

brainwxshed: can we talk in person? i promise i'll explain myself.

Is the message he finally settles on, making you frown.

you: im in class.

brainwxshed: after...later. i dont care when i just need to talk to you. you can pick the place.

The campus library was the first place that came to mind. It was quiet and had individual study rooms for students.

you: library in 45 minutes. everything, hitoshi.

brainwxshed: i swear. thank you, (Y/n).

It was time to end this once and for all.

~*~*~*~*

Your class ended twenty minutes later and you got to the library early since you kept being pulled away from your project. Snorting softly, you remember just a few days ago if you never went with Keigo and Touya to Hitoshi's dorm, all of this drama would've been avoided and the project could've been finished.

While sitting in one of the individual study rooms, your phone buzzes.

decayedy0uth: okay so touya is pissed. rightfully so, but we had to leave the donut shop earlier and now we're at his dorm trying to calm him down...he kept saying how he promised to give you space but he's worried really wants to check in on you. i missed seeing this side of him...

decayedy0uth: anyways, how are you holding up?

Touya's concern warmed your heart but first...

you: if i tell you, promise not to say anything to anyone.

decayedy0uth: promise.

you: im meeting with hitoshi soon.

decayedy0uth: okay...text me after.

Smiling slightly, you heart his message loving that he always understands.

"(Y/n)?" Hitoshi's voice called out gently, making you turn. He was early. Leaning against the door, his left eye was swollen and sporting a shiny black and blue bruise, his piercing missing. Wincing, you feel some of the anger dissipate. Motioning for him to come in, he does and slightly closes the door behind him before sitting in front of you.

He didn't look good and you were sure you didn't look the greatest either.

Knawing on his lip ring, Hitoshi runs a hand through his wild purple hair before meeting your gaze. "I fucked up."

Your mouth parts slightly, shooting him a 'really?' look, but he keeps talking.

"It's just..." He sighs heavily. "I do like you, and I know how Touya sleeps around and leads girls on. I didn't want you to fall for it and go down the same path. When you came over that one night it seemed like you wouldn't and when Touya left with you..."

He takes a deep breath looking away.

"But he came back and told us how you denied him twice and I thought maybe I had a chance. It sounds selfish, I know. Sex is always the goal for Touya, but later that night when the rest of the guys fell asleep during the movie, Touya and I were still up. Me with my insomnia and him because well...he must've been thinking."

You sit up straighter with this new information.

"He just turned to me and said 'she'll be mine,'" Hitoshi smiles sadly, "obviously I thought he meant just for hooking up and I didn't want to see you hurt. He's done it to enough girls."

His voice shakes.

"He woke up Keigo and they left after that, Yo and Tomura following. When I messaged you later and heard your dorm broke down, I genuinely was offering a place to stay with no ulterior motives. That night after you fell asleep, I did...text Touya, which was immature and stupid to do, but he just texted me the same thing he said earlier."

You scowl at hearing Hitoshi tell Touya you were staying at his place, and he looks away ashamed.

"The girl who said that at the donut shop is a childhood friend of mine. She slept with Touya before and he did the same thing to her that he does to every girl," Hitoshi frowns, clenching his fist. "She was so heartbroken because he told her everything she wanted to hear just so he could get in her bed."

Silence.

"I had to listen to everything my best friend did to her, without a care in the world, only to sleep with her roommate the next night," he swallows heavily before clearing his throat, "anyways, I had told her that I met someone I was interested in and that Touya was also after her. Since she fell victim to Touya before, she said she'd help me out."

By now you were almost in tears again. Both Touya and Hitoshi seemed like they had unresolved tension that needed to be cleared. After hearing what happened to Hitoshi's childhood friend, you could understand the motive and felt bad. It was still fucked up in a way, but you wondered if Touya did that to Hitoshi out of revenge for sleeping with his girlfriend in high school.

Hitoshi was looking at you, unguarded and worn down, clearly waiting for a response.

"I'm going to ask you a question and I want the absolute truth," you say quietly but sternly.

Hitoshi nods.

"Did you sleep with Touya's girlfriend in high school knowing they were together?"

Shock flickers over Hitoshi's face and you could see that he wanted to ask how you knew that, but his eyes fall again, dropping his head into his hands.

"...Yes."

~*~*~*~*

'Hitoshi swirled the drink in his plastic cup, looking out at the crowd of people at the party. The music was too loud, but since his brother is such an asshole-

"Stop looking like that, Hito. It's fine." Katsuki elbowed him roughly, taking a swig of his beer.

"Why are we even here?" Hitoshi groaned playfully.

"What do you mean 'why?' We're graduating high school soon so why not see what we'll be doing next year," Kat grinned manically, eyeing a group of college girls that walk by who giggle when they see him staring.

"I don't think so," Hitoshi said monotoned, but couldn't help but eye the girls as well.

Kat snorts and turns to a group of people who called his name, knowing people who already attended this college.

Hitoshi had to wonder why the hell he agreed to come with his brother. He didn't care for loud noises or large groups of people, but he promised he'd try it. Just this once.

Kat's group of friends introduced themselves to him and he nodded a hello. Kat was just about to say something when a person in the center of the room stood up, cupping his hands around his mouth as he yelled, "Anyone down to play spin the bottle?!"

A chorus of cheers could be heard and Hitoshi felt his arm being tugged as Kat pulled him towards the crowd.

"Kat!" Hitoshi scolded, not really trying to escape. Once a large circle formed around a table with a single bottle in the center, the guy who suggested the game spun first. Hitoshi watched, intrigued, as the bottle slowly came to a stop in front of him.

The crowd cheered and Kat cackled.

"Truth or dare?" The guy asked.

Hitoshi groaned, annoyed, but a small taunt from Kat in his ear had the spark of a challenge flare in his stomach. He glanced at his evil twin and shot him a glare.

"Dare."

The crowd cheered

The guy who asked grinned. "I dare you to pick someone and do 7 minutes in heaven."

"Holy fuck," Kat wheezes as he claps him on the back.

Hitoshi shifted his stance nervously glancing around the room. He didn't want to pick anyone. These were all college girls and he wasn't someone who could just sleep with just anyone. Glancing around, a familiar face stood out and he watched her walk around the group.

"Hey," Hitoshi called, trying to get her attention. It seemed to work because her head snapped up in fear before recognition flickered in her eyes seeing him. She then realized everyone was staring at her.

"Yeah?" She asked hesitantly.

"Come do 7 minutes with me," Hitoshi said cooly, hoping his eyes were saying that he needs help to get out of this. The crowed 'ooh-ed' his confidence but he glanced at his brother, knowing he recognized her too.

"Okay," she shrugged and dragged Hitoshi into the nearby closet.

"I'll set the timer!" The guy cackled, tossing a condom at Hitoshi before closing the door on them.

Pitch black.

"So-" Hitoshi started before he felt lips on his. Stunned, he stood motionless as she tried to get him to kiss back before pulling away annoyed.

"What?"

"Aren't you dating that one guy from our school?"

"Hm?" She murmured, kissing down his neck instead. Hitoshi bit his lip to suppress a moan.

"You...dating," he murmured, tilting his neck as his head swam with pleasure.

"We broke up," she mumbled back, fumbling with Hitoshi's pants. A few alarms went off in his head, but a soft hand wrapped around him that had them going silent.

Did they really?

Before he could ask again, the girl dropped to her knees and Hitoshi's head fell back against the wall.

"Fuck..."'

~*~*~*~*

"You didn't know!" You exclaim loudly, forgetting you were in the library. The story Hitoshi just told you had you hating this girl with every fiber of your being.

Hitoshi looked even worse than before. "I feel like deep down I did. She was cheating on him before me...that's why she was at that party. She had a college boyfriend...who was there."

"Oh my God? Hitoshi! Please tell me she doesn't go here," you look at him in horror.

Thankfully he shook his head.

"Nah...she got a scholarship to another college."

You sigh in relief, having one less situation to worry about.

"Why didn't you ever tell Touya the truth?" Nothing made sense anymore and you just really needed them to talk.

Hitoshi stares at the table, eyes empty.

"I thought he'd hate me more if I told him I did sleep with her. I didn't know the truth of them still being together until he confronted me later on."

You stand up and lean over the table to cup his face in your hands so you could look him in the eyes.

"She lied to you. To him. Tell him the truth." Your voice was stern as he stared at you brokenly. "C'mon, I'll text Tomura we're on our way."

Packing your stuff quickly, you pull out your phone.

you: tell everyone Hitoshi and I are on our way over. He and Touya need to have a long conversation alone. preferably without fists.

decayedy0uth: oh god...what did you do

you: get the truth.

~*~*~*~*

Hitoshi led the way to Touya's apartment and your feelings were all over the place, but mostly exhausted from everything you learned today. When you two arrive, Hitoshi hung behind you as you knocked on the door.

Keigo opened the door silently, shooting a look at Hitoshi. He let his gaze linger before turning away, leaving you to close the door yourself.

It was deathly silent in the dorm, all of the boys sitting in the living room staring at you and Hitoshi. Awkward wasn't a strong enough word to describe the atmosphere. Your eyes immediately find Touya's and he was seething. His hair was sticking up everywhere from what you could only assume was from him running his hands through it constantly.

Clearing your throat you decide to speak up.

"I don't hate Hitoshi."

All eyes turn to you.

"What he did was...a choice," you turn and give him a pointed look, "but I don't hate him."

"But-" Yo starts to speak, but you cut him off.

"Touya." You call out, meeting his burning gaze. "Hitoshi has something to tell you."

Nudging Hitoshi, he jerks.

"Uh...can we talk in your room? No fists...just words." Hitoshi attempts a grin but it comes off as a grimace.

Touya's eyes flicker to you briefly and you nod once. Silently, he stands up walks towards you two and around, down a long hallway. Hitoshi takes a deep breath and you pat him on the arm gently for reassurance before watching him follow.

You only turn back to the rest of the boys when you hear a door close.

"What truth?" Tomura finally speaks up in regard to your text.

Taking a deep breath you walk over to the couch and sit next to him, leaning your head on his shoulder as your eyes start to become heavy. "'s not my place to say."

You weren't sure if Tomura replied or not because your eyes were already closed. Low muffled voices of Keigo and Yo could be heard as you were lulled into a deep sleep.

~*~*~*~*

"C'mon, (Y/n)," Tomura murmurs. "Let's head back to the dorm." He was shaking you slightly and you grumble, sitting up, realizing you were now laying on his lap.

"What time is it?"

"10 pm," Tomura groans, yawning. That had you waking up more, looking around to see Hitoshi and Touya standing next to each other staring at you.

Both of their intense gazes had you flushing, still not fully awake to process what was going on. It was a relief seeing that they were in one piece and had no new visible bruises.

Standing up you yawn and rub your eyes, seeing that Yo and Keigo took turns giving Hitoshi a bro-hug goodbye.

Shooting a look at Tomura, he catches it and nods slightly with the promise to tell you everything.

Not knowing what to say, you watch Tomura say goodbye to them before turning to you. "We'll wait outside," Tomura says gently, patting your arm before leaving with Yo. Keigo says something about a shower and takes back off down the hall.

Now left in front of them, you don't feel as intimidated as you would've before. Hitoshi opens his arms slightly in question and you smile softly, giving him a hug.

"I don't deserve you," Hitoshi whispers in your ear so soft you almost didn't catch it. He hugs you tighter and you felt your heart clench and drop in confusion. "I'm sorry for everything and for handling it poorly, but you still helped me and saved my friendships."

Just over his shoulder, you see Touya watching fondly with no jealousy or envy in his eyes.

"Thank you, (Y/n)," Hitoshi whispers one last time before pulling away, not before placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

Your eyes felt watery because it sounded like closure and that this was something he needed to do. Deep down you knew he was doing this for himself and for his own sake, but it still hurt because like you realized, you didn't hate him.

You don't think you ever could.

He sees the look on your face and laughs softly, ruffling your hair. "What's that look for? We're fine. We're all still friends," Hitoshi says and Touya finally comes up next to him and puts an arm around his shoulders.

You stare at them the best you could with blurry eyes, deciding to respond to Hitoshi's comment, hoping he knew you didn't hate him or that you didn't want to stop talking to him. After everything that's happened, you're just happy he made peace with Touya and hopefully the two can move forward.

"I forgive you."

~*~*~*~*

Tomura had basically told you that they were in Touya's room for hours and while you slept they watched a few movies.

"They looked a lot better when they came out," Tomura said as you two curled up under his sheets, "relieved, I mean."

You two had gotten back to the dorm and took turns in the shower before Tomura offered you to sleep in his bed. Sleeping on the couch for a third time did not sound fun.

You hum and listen as he fills you in, looking at the glow-in-the-dark stars on his ceiling.

"Their eyes were swollen too. From crying," Tomura says in awe. "Whatever was talked about was needed like you said." So they didn't tell everyone else yet. Maybe sometime in the future, but right now they needed to process it on their own.

"I'm just happy they're okay now," you confirm, "that everyone is okay."

Tomura rolls on his side to stare at you. "Not to sound pushy but does this situation impact your decision? Or did you decide?"

Hitoshi's words echo in your head.

"I think it was decided for me."

Turning to meet Tomura's questioning gaze you tell him what Hitoshi said. It's strange, but you don't cry this time, and he cuddles you close when you finish.

"Can I tell you something without you getting mad?"

You nod.

"I think having Hitoshi tell you that makes it easier for you to not feel guilty for liking Touya," he whispers.

Rolling that around your head for a while, you sigh and pull away to look at him. "Why are you so perceptive?"

Tomura snorts.

"Psychology major."

"Ah..." That explains it. All the advice and comfort he's shown you made sense now and he was damn good at it too. "I do like Hitoshi, but after he told me about his friend getting involved when on the other end, Touya gave me space. He might've resented Hitoshi before the conversation today, but at least he was equal in letting me choose."

Tomura hums, drowsily.

"I don't think it was decided for you, I just think now you can embrace your true feelings and move forward."

"...Isn't it too soon?" You whisper.

"I'm sure they talked about you, (Y/n)," Tomura's words start slurring. You let it go after that, knowing he was right.

His deep breathing eventually lulled you to sleep.

~*~*~*~*

A few days later you decide to text Touya just to see how he was doing. Although the friend group still met up, you tagging along as your dorm was still not fixed, Touya kept his distance from you, laying off the flirty comments but still included you in conversations. Hitoshi doing the same, but it felt just friendly now. Their friendship wasn’t going back to normal overnight, so the awkwardness was present when everyone was together.

Katsuki met up with everyone at some point and he stuck by his brother’s side, on guard and looking at Touya until they disappeared for a short while, only to come back looking friendlier.

Touya has also cut off his endless supply of girls, which surprised you more than anything. Tomura gently reminds you that Touya had cut off his supply of girls since the first party and smirks when your face flushes red.

Pouting, you pull out your phone.

you: hey how are you doing?

bvrnt.eros: what's with the formalities? we just saw each other a few hours ago?

You roll your eyes.

you: yeah, but we were with everyone else. i didn't have a chance to ask you personally if you've been doing okay...

You saw him type and then stop, biting the inside of your lip not knowing why you felt nervous.

bvrnt.eros: i mean...im as good as i can be i guess. it was a lot to process and it's just weird now.

bvrnt.eros: reflecting back on what i did, i mean. but i should be asking you that question...are you okay?

This is it...

you: well...i've been doing a lot of thinking...and i know you said you'd wait for me and...

Leaving it open-ended you ease into it to see what he says before continuing.

bvrnt.eros: (Y/n)...

you: i just don't want to ruin what you and Hitoshi are trying to rebuild. but i thought about everything and the one thing that stuck out to me was how you always put me first, Touya.

you: and you never lied.

What once was a choice was now abundantly clear.

bvrnt.eros: fuck...

bvrnt.eros: can you come over?

You bolted out of Tomura's dorm without responding, the door slamming shut behind you.

"...Bye?" Yo calls out from the kitchen, a spoon hanging from his mouth in confusion as Tomura grins knowingly, placing his chin on his folded hands.

~*~*~*~*

As soon as Touya opens the door, you hug him tightly, catching him off guard as he stumbles back. That familiar woodsy musk and sandalwood smell invades your senses as you bury your face into his neck.

"Hello to you too," he teases in that flirty voice you've so desperately missed. His arms tighten around your waist, hugging you back as he kicks the door shut with his foot.

The movement put you two off balance and you end up swaying gently and Touya sighs softly, squeezing you tightly. It was just a hug, but it felt more intimate and had all the built-up tension poured into it. Arousal swirled low in your belly just from being pressed up against him.

"Thank you," you mumble against his neck, not missing the shiver when your lips brushed against his skin.

Touya hums and pulls back, moving one hand away from your waist to tilt your chin up. His eyes were low, burning with that smoldering gaze you used to despise.

"I should be thanking you," he murmurs back, eyes tracing every little detail on your face. "I learned a lot in the past few days not only about my past but also what I want for my future."

"Hm? What's that?" You ask dreamily, watching him study you just like he did in the bathroom at Tomura's. He hummed lowly, a grin pulling at his lips as his thumb traced your bottom lip.

You couldn't help but smile back, tilting your head as you leaned closer to him.

"Are you going to kiss me now?" You barely finished whispering the question when his lips finally meet yours. His groan echoed the noise you let out, tightening your hold on him. The almost-kisses were worth it if it meant the real thing would feel like this. Your knees felt weak as his tongue stroked yours, the feeling of a metal ball had you reeling in pleasure.

His hand that was gripping your chin, tilted your head back more as he kissed you deeply, the rush of it wearing off as Touya slowed the pace and took control of it. Your head felt dizzy as he pulled back to bite your bottom lip, smirking slightly before diving back in for another deep kiss.

The whine you let out was embarrassing, but damn him, you forgot he knows what he's doing and that he does it well.

"So pretty..." Touya praises, pulling away to kiss down your neck, marking you up as he tried to find that one spot that would-

"Touya~" You gasp, tilting your head to the side as he marked you, his responding growl making you shift your stance. Without taking his mouth off of you, Touya moves his hands to your ass, picking you up as he walked down a hallway.

"Keigo's not here by the way," Touya murmurs against your neck, which had you coming back to reality a bit, feeling bad you forgot they share a dorm. He kicks open his door and you don't even have time to look around his room before he gently lays you down on his bed.

Pulling away, your eyes were unfocused as you tried to stare back at him. He was above you, eyes lidded and dark as he made sure you were watching him when he took off his shirt. The abs on his stomach catch you off guard as your gaze eventually travels to his broad shoulders and lean but muscular arms.

Tattoos covered his arms and although you couldn't see his back, you could see the edges of ink on his ribcage. Your mouth dries at the sight, knowing that he is always in baggy clothing, so seeing him like this was making you squirm.

He smirked again, placing his hands on either side of your head as he hovers over you. "Like what you see, dollface?"

Narrowing your eyes, you take a deep breath and reach down, grabbing your sweatshirt to pull it off. It didn't sound like Touya was trying to be cocky, but the look of surprise on his face was enough to tell you he forgot who he was dealing with.

That endearing look came back and Touya lowered himself to kiss across your collarbones, kissing down your chest and stomach with a clear destination in mind. "These too, (Y/n)...please." Placing a kiss above the top of your pants, he stares up at you through his wild messy hair.

Did I do that?

Nodding, you give him the permission he needs to strip the rest of your clothes off your body, now only leaving you in your panties. You felt shy, not knowing what to expect as he had a lot of experience. He seemed to sense it though because he kissed your thighs gently.

"So beautiful, (Y/n)," a kiss on your inner thigh, "so perfect..." Touya groaned, this time placing a kiss over your clothed pussy that had your hips jerking. "Nono...please...lemme taste you. Lemme eat this pretty fucking pussy."

His tongue comes out, soaking the fabric as you gasp under him.

"God, (Y/n), ever since that day outside your dorm I felt this pussy throb against my leg and I just wanted to..." A growl leaves him as he pulls your panties to the side, mouth latching onto your clit directly that had your hips coming off the bed. The tongue piercing rolling over your clit had curses falling from you, Touya gripping your thighs tighter as he ate like a starved man.

It was embarrassingly loud how wet you were, the smacking sounds of his mouth against your pussy as he groaned heavily, panting as he leaned up on one arm to use his other hand to part your swollen lips. "Oh fuck~" Touya slid his fingers through you, collecting your wetness as he stroked your clit gently before moving down to your entrance. He looked as far gone as you felt. Leaning his cheek against your thigh, he kisses it once and watches your face as he eases a finger inside.

Your mouth dropped open and your head fell back, "Touya!"

The sound he made in response to you saying his name had you clenching around his finger. "Yeah? Lemme find that spot for you, dollface...wanna make you cum~" He sounded drunk and the heat was building in your core fast, the sounds leaving your mouth long and high.

It felt so fucking good and when a warm and wet mouth attaches itself to your clit again, that finger twisting before curling up had you crying out, gripping his hair as your orgasm washes over you. Touya works you through it, all too happy to be trapped in between your thighs as you ride his face, his mouth following your clit when you tried to get away.

"S-sensitive!" You cry, tears of pleasure blurring your eyes as Touya slowed his suction, a muffled whine vibrating against you.

"Mm...yeah okay, I'm done-" Touya pulls off, sucking your juices before sliding his tongue back to your clit making you squeal his name again. "'M coming up..." he pulls away reluctantly, looking thoroughly fucked out and satisfied.

You couldn't imagine what you looked like, breathing heavily, face flushed. He leans up over you again, kissing you softly and you whine from embarrassment tasting yourself.

"Okay?" He asks gently, pulling back once you two slowed your breathing. Nodding, a genuine smile graces his lips, a dimple appearing on the side of his mouth you've never seen before.

The discovery distracts you long enough to not realize that Touya pulled his pants down and tore open a condom wrapper to roll it on. "I'm going to go slow okay?" He whispers gently, pulling your ruined panties off as he settles in between your legs again.

Your arms wind their way around his neck as he guides his cock to your entrance. He held eye contact as he went deeper, gritting his teeth as your jaw dropped at feeling small bumps move against your inner walls.

"What the fuck-" you whine, shuddering at the realization. The one dream you had days ago flashes vividly in your head and you cover your face with your hands.

"Does it hurt?" Touya asks softly, panting and he gently pried your hands away from your face. He stopped pushing in and you felt dizzy not knowing how much was left or how far he even got.

The difference between this Touya and the one you dreamt about made your heart warm. He looked concerned, thumb stroking your cheek as he waited for you to answer. Taking a deep breath you shake your head and smile.

"I'm okay."

Touya kisses you again, going slow. He takes his time with you, learning what makes you feel good, pulling every moan, gasp, and mewl he could all while staring at you lovingly. He checked on you throughout, making you feel cared for and when he finally brought you to the edge, he held you tightly, whispering praises in your ear as he helped you ride it out. His own groans of pleasure let you know he felt everything you did and enjoyed himself just as much.

After, he cleaned you up and gave you a shirt to borrow as you two cuddled together under the sheets, content and happy. Being in his arms felt safe and after everything that's happened in the past week, all the hell that occurred, being here with Touya...

He felt like heaven.

~*~*~*~*

🚨!!!ATTENTION!!!🚨 All students in the SOUTH dormitories, the heating system has been restored. We would like to extend our sincere gratitude to other students who helped with accommodations. Once again, we deeply apologize for the inconvenience as the safety of our students is the utmost priority-

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sophie-looks-at-stuff · 10 months

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Some Modern Aemond Headcanons:

Hey y'all! So the votes were pretty close, but by a slim majority it looks like one post per character was the winner! 🥳 I also just have too many ideas for certain characters! So I'm going to start with my favorite, the man, the myth the legend, Aemond himself. My internet is going to be a little spotty for the next few days, since I'm going to be moving, but stay with me! I'll get them all on here at some point :)

He has a big black/gray great dane named Vhagar. I saw someone else say he’d have a great dane, and I totally agree!

He experimented with different colors for his false eye, blue, green, maybe even the signature Targaryen lavender. But ultimately he settles with the sapphire blue stone. It’s different, and makes him feel badass, but also a little pretty :)

Mans is the embodiment of dark academia, from style to work ethic. He’d be a double major in philosophy, and history. Maybe a minor in business, just in case Aegon somehow convinces Alicent and Viserys to give him the family business instead him. He’d still be the CFO or something, but CEO does have a better ring to it…

He'd get his own apartment as soon as possible. He doesn't like having roommates all up in his business. He refused to stay in a dorm room with a total stranger, so he and Aegon teamed up for once to convince Alicent to let them do an apartment together instead. But after a year or so, Aemond needed his own space… Aegon isn’t exactly neat and tidy sometimes.

Speaking of his apartment, I think Aemond would be pretty minimalist. He doesn't super love clutter. But his office might be the one exception. Since he's a double major with a minor, he's got a lot of textbooks, and novels lying around. Unlike Helaena, he's not a collector, or a huge fan of nic nacs. But he does have his posh tea, and I think he'd have a small collection of about 3 or 4 daggers.

It would be interesting to see him with an s/o that is a collector, he'd probably end up designating a part of his house to them for all their little things. He could handle a small corner or bookshelf, but it grows on him overtime. And he gets secretly a little excited every time they bring something new home. "Hey look what I got at the antique store today!" "Add it to the shelf love :)"

Definitely a smoker. He knows it’s a bad habit, but he’s not super driven to quit either. It’s a stress reliever, and it gives him something to do while thinking. Helps him process stuff. (also it’s just kind of hot to think of Aemond with a leather coat and a cigarette, plus that motorcycle I mentioned earlier…)

Black is his favorite color/shade, at least for clothing and interior decorating. But ever since he was a kid he's had a thing for blue, a deep ocean, sapphire blue. That's probably why he settles on the blue sapphire for his eye.

Modern boyfriend Aemond would be a secret romantic I think. He didn't really have many girlfriends if any in high school. He'd have had his first kiss and all that, but they weren't really on his radar. Part of me thinks Aemond would be with someone a slightly more extroverted than himself. They would get him out of the house a little more, even if it's just to take Vhagar for a longer evening walk than usual.

I think one of his love languages would be gift giving. He can be a little closed off sometimes, so when words seem to fail him, he'd find a way through gifts. They'd range from a bouquet of your favorite flowers, to a private dinner at the nicest restaurant in town. You saw a dress, or top you liked online? It would be nicely wrapped in a box on your bed within the next couple days.

He needs someone with patience. He's insecure about his eye sometimes, (not all the time, cause I feel like he has some days where he's totally feeling it). He might take a while to let down some walls, but when he does, you can read him like a book. You see him squint a little at something his brother said? You know he's annoyed and wants to change the subject.

Looovvessss dark chocolate. More particularly though, he loves chocolate covered espresso beans. It's his snack when studying.

He runs cold, he has an extra layer with him at all times. Sometimes it's a sweater under his leather jacket, or a scarf Alicent made him tucked into his bag.

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kuroosdarling · 1 year

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late night conversations

♡‧₊˚ kuroo x reader

♡‧₊˚ wc: 1.3k

♡‧₊˚ cw: fluff, mentions of self doubt, lil suggestive at the end

♡‧₊˚ synopsis: you’ve got a lot on your mind tonight and can’t seem to sleep. luckily, your husband always knows just what to do to make you feel better

dear tetsu ♡

no matter what you try, you just couldn’t fall asleep. tossing and turning, switching from one side to another, nothing was working. and now your poor husband was awake from your constant moving.

“honey?” his deep voice rang out, thick from sleep. his arm found your waist, pulling you closer to him. he buries his face in your shoulder to leave kisses in his place, mumbling against your skin. “what’s going on? you alright?”

“i cant sleep..” you whisper, wiggling closer into his space. he pulls back from the cozy spot on your shoulder to peek up at you between the fringe of his hair. part of you feels a little guilty for waking him up, but the sense of relief you feel when he presses up against you eases your mind.

“got something on your mind?” he asks, moving around on the bed so his face is almost in front of yours in an attempt to give you his full attention — no matter how sleepy he feels. “wanna talk about it?”

“it’s okay love, go back to sleep.” you coo, reaching over to smooth down his already disheveled bed head, trying to brush it out of his eyes. he reaches his hand to grab yours and place a delicate kiss on your wrist.

“cant go to sleep without you, baby.” he smiles, placing his cheek in your hand.

“well.” you sigh, smoothing your fingers across his cheek as you try to collect your thoughts. “it’s really nothing. don’t worry.”

“it’s not nothing if it’s keeping you from sleeping with your amazingly, wonderful husband.” he teases, trying to lighten the mood even just a little bit. he’d fight tooth and nail to see your eyes shine the way they do whenever he tells a lousy joke.

“smartass.” you roll your eyes, a playful glint trying to break through the surface before it darkens once again. he takes it as a small victory. “i just worry about my purpose sometimes.

he knows you well enough by now to know that this is something you ponder from time to time, especially when life starts getting a little too much. there wasn’t a dull moment in the last week and it’s no wonder it’s all catching up with you now. most of the dust had settled, but feelings always linger longer than they should. sometimes it takes another person to help you process everything and help you move forward. luckily, he was an expert in that area.

“damn, yeah that would keep anyone up.” he nods slowly, like he was agreeing with himself. “that’s not an easy question to ask yourself. you wanna walk me through it?” he asks, shifting himself slightly, his hand crawling over to you so it’s next to yours — ever so slightly touching them.

“it’s just,” you sigh, shutting your eyes for a moment to take it all in. maybe it was best to get everything out and say exactly how you were feeling. “i feel so stupid. like nothing i do really matters, not in the way i want it to. if that makes sense. everything i do feels like it’s never enough. i just don’t know what i can really offer the world.”

“well, you don’t owe the world anything.” he says, searching your eyes to make sure you were about to take in what he was going to say next. “but you offer so much. you gave me a family, you gave me a healthy love that i never thought i’d be able to have. you do so much for others that i wish you treated yourself with that same kindness. to be loved by you is one of the greatest gifts anyone could ever ask for.”

you take in all his words, mulling them over in your mind. everything he said made sense but your heart just didn’t want to grasp on to it right now. kuroo could almost see the inner turmoil bubbling in you, so he pushes a little further to try to get his point across.

“i wish there were more people in this world like you.” he murmurs softly, curling into your further. “but then again, i count myself so lucky that i get the one and only.”

“so cheesy.” a ghost of a smile graces your lips as he nuzzles into you, taking in the sweet scent of your hair. the only thing that could truly help was being in each others space, soaking up each others unyielding affection for one another.

“i see how hard you’ve been trying lately and im so proud of you.” he kisses your cheek before pressing his forehead against yours. your heart flutters as your gaze locks onto his.

“really?” you ask. he almost hates the way your voice sounds so small, so unsure of yourself — but he could never hate a thing about you. if only you knew how magnificent you really were. if only you could see him through his eyes so you’ll know you’re the most wonderful person he’s ever had the chance of knowing.

“really. you know, i’m so happy we exist at the same time; life would be so dull without you. i mean, who else would i have these cliche late night chats with?” he goes on, pulling you closer so he could litter kisses all over your head. you snort and the sound fills kuroo with so much adoration for you.

“i guess you’re right.” you smile at him. “what’s next on the list? the existence of aliens?”

“hm, or maybe the lack of evidence you have to support that claim.”

“you’re such an ass.” you laugh, holding onto his hand. he brings your hand up to his lips to kiss each knuckle, lingering on the one that proudly wears his ring.

“but i’m your ass.” he flutters his eyelashes at you to earn another laugh before he turns serious again for a moment. “i’m so in love with you. forever and always.”

“i love you so much.” you look up at him and pull him in for a sweet kiss. “thank you tetsu.”

“anything for my baby.” he smiles, going back in for another quick kiss before pressing his forehead against yours. the two of you lie in silence for a bit, taking in each others company. the warmth you felt from him made you feel a little more sleepy. knowing you were safe and secure with him by your side made it a little easier. “you tired?”

“not really.” you admit. the thoughts that were weighing in your head were gone, but the stress remains in your body.

“i think i can help with that.” he smirks, ducking down to bury his face into your neck, obnoxiously kissing all over it. you couldn’t help but laugh as he tickles you.

“tetsu-“ you laugh, trying to push his head from you. but he was strong. he climbed on top of you, somewhat careful not to put all his weight into you.

“i’m gonna need you to be nicer to yourself or else.” he said, hovering over you with one of his dramatic pouts. he was really laying it on thick tonight.

“or else what?” you challenge, already trying to figure out how to break out of his hold so you can properly one up him.

“or else i’m gonna have to punish you.” he smirks as you stop squirming.

“and if that’s what i want?” you tease right back. he blinks for a moment before his hazel eyes darken.

“damn you should’ve just asked then.” he leans down so he can pull you in for a deep kiss, wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you flush against his body. he made it his mission so that by the time he was done with you, you’d have no more bad thoughts lingering in your brain and you’d finally be fast asleep in his arms, right where you were meant to be.

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hanniluvi · 1 year

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♯ SWEET ! — GYUVIN ONESHOT ♡

— ♬ : when a baking session gives a chance for one of you to finally admit your feelings to the other. that’s sweet, right?

♡ pairing — childhood!bestfriend!gyuvin x gn!reader ♡

genre ✱ : best friends 2 lovers ; fluff | wc : 3k+ (3328)

warnings — a harmless threat, not rly proofread so …

☏ soph speaks ! bye i finally finishes this anyways , another zb1 imagine yayay !! once again, this is an idea that i thought of late at night..also thought of it when i was midway writing the ricky truth or dare fic 😭 anyways i did have fun making this one, so i hope you do enjoy it as much as i did writing it!

Plop. Plop.

“Hm…what should we do?” Junhyeon sighs loudly, throwing a baseball up in the air repeatedly. The quiet room echoed with the sound of the ball constantly hitting his hand.

“Don’t know—got any ideas Y/N?” Gunwook glances at you peacefully on your phone. Making you look up, he gives you a small smile.

“Uhhh…ask Gyuvin. This is his house anyways.” You shrug, tapping him on the shoulder.

You, Junhyeon, and Gunwook were staying at Gyuvin’s house because his parents are away for a trip. Junhyeon thought it would be a great bonding experience for the span of seven days (although you quite disagree with that).

But clearly, you guys did not have anything planned for today.

Gyuvin being clueless like he usually is, he slowly shakes his head. Laughing at his reaction, Junhyeon suddenly exclaims and snaps his finger.

“Gyuvin, got any baking supplies at home?”

“Yeah, why?”

The next thing you knew, all four of you gathered around the counter in the kitchen.

All of you were surrounding Gunwook’s small phone, reading the recipe for a crepe cake.

“Geez, why is this so complicated?” Gunwook groans, sitting back on the stool. “I give up.”

“Um, no you’re not? Plus, you agreed to this—can’t back out now.” Junhyeon says, eyes still glued on the screen. “And, you’re making the cake with me.”

You four decided to split into two groups—you and Gyuvin, Gunwook and Junhyeon. Junhyeon thought it would be fun to have a competition to see whose cake is better. (and he totally did not request this idea so you and Gyuvin can spend time together.)

“I can’t see the screen.” Two heads were blocking your view, causing you to sit next to Gunwook. Pulling out your phone, you decided to search up the recipe yourself. Once you had the same exact recipe up, you tapped on Gyuvin’s shoulder to get his attention.

Showing him your screen, he gets what you mean and moves to the empty space in the kitchen. Junhyeon smirked slightly then cleared his throat. “Gunwook hurry up. The two already left so no excuses now!” He says, pulling onto Gunwook’s sleeve.

Leaving Junhyeon with a whining Gunwook, you placed your phone on the counter. You two looked at the screen together, reading the ingredients carefully.

“…All purpose flour…” Your voice trailed off, walking towards the cabinet. Scanning the shelves, you spotted the big bag of flour. Picking it up, you made your way to Gyuvin who was still reading off your phone.

“Can’t read instructions now?” You said, placing the bag onto the table. Gyuvin looked at you to give you a blank stare, not noticing how close you were to him when you asked. Looking back at the screen and clearing his throat, he pretended that didn’t happen.

“I can read. We need sugar too.” Stating the obvious, you grinned at his response. Leaving Gyuvin and his slightly reddened cheeks, you made your way back to the kitchen. Looking up at the cabinets, you assumed one of them had it.

Now, why the hell were the cabinets so high up? Your hand briefly touched the cabinet handle, not even giving you a chance to open it.

You hated doing this, but you had to for the sake of the baking process.

“Gyuvin!” You said in a monotone, hearing his footsteps get closer as you continued to look at the counter.

“Hm?” He asks in an obvious tone, knowing very well you were staring at the cabinets above you.

“Get the sugar from the cabinet, please.” He smirks slightly, mocking your voice, “Can’t reach for stuff in cabinets now?” Your remarks sure do bite you back.

“Oh, shut up. Just quickly get it.” You were about to walk away until Gyuvin groaned, making you turn around. “Looks like I can’t reach it either.” You watched him lazily reach the cabinets, brushing over the handles. You can just imagine a mischievous grin spreading across his face right now. Feeling frustrated, you walk over to him.

“Don’t waste our time!” You pleaded, hoping he’d just get the sugar already. He wanted to tease you more, he wore a huge grin and pretended he didn’t hear you. He continued to “struggle” with getting the cabinets open, as if this wasn’t his own house.

Hearing his cheeky tone, you huffed out in response. Clearly agitated about him to be making fun of your height, you just decided to ask him for another favor.

“Okay, that’s enough. At least carry me up there so I can get it or something…” You mumbled quietly yet Gyuvin was still able to pick up what you’ve said.

Feeling his cheeks go warm, he avoids eye contact with you. “What?”

“Listen, you either help me or I’ll ask Gunwook and Junhyeon to help me instead. Or I don’t know—I’ll drag a chair over, whatever you prefer.” He remained silent, making the situation feel awkward as silence filled the kitchen.

“…Alright then.” He finally spoke, already getting lower. “A piggy back ride?”

“That works.” You jumped onto his back, your arms carefully wrapped around his neck. He effortlessly lifts you up, bringing you closer to the cabinet. You opened the cabinet at last, forcing him to back up a little so the door didn't hit him in the eye while still carrying you.

You smiled slightly, relieved to finally have the jar of sugar in your hands. "That wasn't too difficult, was it Gyuvin?"

Gyuvin scoffed playfully, “Couldn’t have done it without me.”

“Okay, okay. You get the credit, I guess. Now, put me down before I drop the sugar.”

“And if I don’t?”

“I’ll kill you.” You heard his sweet, hearty laugh and wished you could replay it in your brain. He kept playing around with you, keeping you steady and doing a few spins here and there. Hearing your screams made Gyuvin continue, temporarily ignoring the baking duties that needed to be done.

Holding him tightly, you tried your best to keep the clear jar from slipping out of your hands.

“You’re gonna drop it, Gyu!” Still teasing you, he smiled at the nickname. "Are you sure? I'm not the one who has it."

"You better not let me down or I'll drop it and you'll have to clean it!" He still didn't take you seriously enough, knowing how horrible you'd feel if you did.

“Sureeee.” He continued to drag on the word. “ You’d totally do that.”

As you two continued to bicker jokingly, Junhyeon and Gunwook secretly took photos of you two, waiting to use them to tease Gyuvin.

“Pinterest worthy?” Gunwook shows Junhyeon the amount of pictures he took of you two. The pictures continued to go on as he scrolled, gaining a thumbs up from Junhyeon.

“Oh yeah, definitely.” After gaining his approval, Gunwook saved all the pictures onto a photo album titled, “Gyuvin ♡ YN.” He should be thankful that neither of you has seen or has access to that album; if you did, he and Junhyeon would be dead by now.

“Alright, we finally got what we needed!” Glancing at the other two, you noticed they were starting to get ready as well. Looking around the area you and Gyuvin went to, you realized there were no aprons. Since Junhyeon was the closest one to them, you decided to call out his name.

“Junhyeon!” Your clear voice got his attention, making him pause his short singing session. “Pass us two aprons, please.” He nodded, throwing two white polka dotted aprons across the room.

“Here.” You said, passing the apron to Gyuvin. You had yours on with ease, unlike Gyuvin. He struggled with tying the two straps together, feeling his arms getting sore already.

He stood there silently watching you tie your hair up while appearing not to struggle. Clearly, he thinks there's something wrong with his apron, and he's still convinced he could do something like this.

"You ready?" You turned to see Gyuvin with his hands still behind his back. "Uh, yeah." He finally lets go of his hands, the straps slipping free once more. The apron reopened, once again not wrapped around his waist. He sighed in defeat as you walked closer to him, chuckling.

"I'll help you." You made him turn around and grab the straps to properly tie them. Junhyeon couldn't keep his voice quiet any longer in the distance. Junhyeon and Gunwook both said "ooo" in unison, lingering on the expression. Gunwook had a wide smile on his face and was repeatedly hitting Junhyeon's shoulder in excitement, evidently pleased with the level of intimacy today. As a result, Gyuvin covered his face with his hands and made you make a slight smile.

"Couple things! Aw, look at the matching aprons too!" Junhyeon yells merely to gain your and Gyuvin's attention. Oh, how easy it was to notice the chemistry between you two. You two hit it off right away, much like your mom and his mom did. You've lived the majority of your life with Gyuvin by your side—first birthday party, first tooth being taken out, first day of school—he was constantly there for you.

You've been there for him through thick and thin—you two were that close. It was pleasant to be in each other's company, unable to separate.

People have assumed you two are in a relationship because they have always seen you two together. That wasn’t the case, but you both secretly wanted more than just a childhood best friend title. It was so obvious, yet you two are still unsure whether the other is picking up the signal or not.

Just one day. You constantly tell yourself, knowing you’d probably experience that sweet feeling of love soon, hoping it’ll be with Gyuvin.

That’s exactly what he wanted as well.

Unlike you two, Junhyeon and Gunwook knew exactly what you intended to say to each other, despite your denials. Those two have been doing everything they can to get one of you to confess since day one.

Tired with this back-and-forth flirtation (which you two were unaware of), your friends decided that today would be the day for one of you to confess. They didn't care who was going to, they just wanted you and Gyuvin to quit messing about.

This is why they constantly tease you both, let alone have a photo album of you two. They intended to show you the photos when you finally start dating. They sure were dedicated to this ship.

Finally finishing up with the knot, you hummed, pleased with how pretty the bow looked. You tapped onto his shoulder to show that you were done. You and Gyuvin immediately went to bake, completely engrossed in the instructions.

Quickly finishing up with the batter, you glanced at the next step.

“Oh right—we have to make a lot of these.” You looked at the screen, holding the bowl in one hand. “Are you good at flipping, Gyu?”

“Of course I am! I’m good at everything.” He says as he rolled up his sleeves, gaining a questionable look from you. He gives you his “what?” face only for you to make your way to the stove.

“We will see about that!” You teased, hoping he’d fail just so you could keep talking about it the whole day. Junhyeon and Gunwook quickly joined you two, turning on the other stove.

You held the bowl out for Gyuvin as you watched him prepare the pan and check the heat. He scooped a large cup of batter and stopped pouring when he heard you laugh faintly. "That's a lot of batter, Gyu." "What are you making, pancakes?"

He stood there staring at the huge blob of batter in the center of the pan, unsure what to do. You kept staring at him, waiting for his next move. He seemed to be about to make a decision as well, plainly worried for no apparent reason. To spread the batter, you reached for the pan and moved it in a circular motion.

"This will be our practice one." You comment quietly as you brush your arm on his. "Plus, I think Gunwook is burning his crepe right now." You two laughed at the charred edges of his crepe and the loud screeching noise Junhyeon made as he flipped it over.

Gyuvin quickly finished the failing crepe and placed it on a plate. You peeled apart the crepe despite how hot it was. You quickly fed Gyuvin first before taking a bite as well. You stared at his expression, hoping that the crepes were fine. His eyes widened as he remembered how much he liked the taste of these.

Exhaling a sigh of relief, you decide to continue. As long as it tastes good, presentation doesn’t matter. You pour the batter again, this time making sure sure it's the right amount. You peered at the pan, perfectly swirling the batter around, waiting for the crepe to be done.

“You wanna flip it?” Gyuvin grins, getting ready to show you his skills. “Saw this a youtube video, just watch this.”

Instead of flipping it with a spatula, he throws it in the air in an attempt to get it to return to the pan. The crepe, however, broke apart, with half of it in the pan and half in Junhyeon and Gunwook's uncooked batter. You giggled when Junhyeon scolded Gyuvin for being so irresponsible (despite the fact that he would do the same thing).

"...I believe we'll have to leave the cooking to me now." You teased as Gyuvin returned from his scolding. He smiled awkwardly, nodding and displaying his flushed cheeks. Oh, how adorable he was. Gyuvin stood behind you, admiring your skills as you expertly flipped each one. He's wondering if you're good at everything and how he ever met someone like you.

He sure thinks you’re perfect.

With a dish full of nicely stacked crepes, you and Gyuvin went straight to work on the cream. Fortunately, Junhyeon and Gunwook were still struggling to flip them over—some flipped into half, uncooked, and burnt.

“Got all the stuff?” Gyuvin nodded, carrying all the ingredients to you. Bringing the silver bowl closer, you automatically followed the recipe. You put the ingredients in, fresh butter and condensed milk. You left the whisking to Gyuvin, handing him the hand mixer.

“Woah, be careful how you handle that machine.” You say, jokingly backing away and covering your face. Gyuvin scoffs, shaking his head.

"I won't make a mess, so come on over." He gestured rapidly, not wanting to disrupt the flow of his mixing. He mistakenly hits a button while looking at the other two people who are burning their crepes. The mixer moves quickly, causing cream to spatter all over the place. The cream got all over his and your clothes and faces. After hearing your yells, he quickly presses the normal button and glances at himself and your clothes.

"What in the hell did you do?" You say this while glancing at the mess Gyuvin has made. It was all over the seats, the table, and even the floor.

He chuckles at the cream on your face, leaving you with a frown that gradually becomes a smile. "I'll go get you some tissues." He gives you the mixer and goes off to find some.

He returns with a box and places it on the table. "Thankfully, it didn't get all over our clothes." Gyuvin wipes the cream from his face, making sure he doesn't leave any behind. You chuckled and kept mixing without wiping your face.

After cleaning up, he notices you still in the mess. He grabs a couple of tissues, walking toward you. While gently grabbing your chin to avoid startling you, he wiped some off your cheek. He examines your face, making certain that everything is clean. You looked away from the mixture and at his focused face. Your faces were merely inches apart—too close.

Your breath hitched, the close proximity between you two was killing you. Damn, he really does look pretty this close.

“Geez, are you allergic to cream? What’s the deal with your red face?” He asks such a dumb question, making you clear your throat. “Shut up, no.” He ignores your remarks, continuing to help you clean your face.

He finishes, leaving to throw out the tissues and you processing what just happened. Junhyeon whistles, snapping you out of your thoughts. You jokingly reached for the box of tissues to throw at him, easily making him say sorry.

“I think it’s done.” You say as Gyuvin comes back. You taste a bit of the cream, nodding your head in satisfaction. He clasps his hand and hums in excitement, he couldn’t wait to eat the cake.

“Okay..I hope you don’t mess this up too.” You say jokingly, cautiously handing him the supplies. He playfully grins at you, hoping he doesn’t mess up this either.

To your surprise, he was pretty good at it. You admired his physique, watching every move he made. Anyone could make up the heart eyes you were giving to this guy right now.

Placing the last crepe, he covers it swiftly with the remaining cream. Pleased with how it turned out, he looks at you with puppy-like eyes. “Do you like it?” He looks at you with anticipation, hoping you’d say yes.

“Of course I do. It’s missing something though.” He looks at you, wondering what was missing. You walked towards the fridge, taking out the freshly washed strawberries. “Let’s top it off with these?”

Opening the lid, you decide to give them to Gyuvin—he’s good at decorating after all. Coming up with a quick idea, he smiles lightly to himself, catching your attention. You watched him place them perfectly, trying to make the small strawberries align.

He finishes placing the last strawberry, grabbing a wet wipe to clean his now red hands. The words read, “I ♡ U”, making you giggle at the sudden message.

“I love you? Seriously, all of a sudden?”

“What? It’s just something I’ve been wanting to say to you—“ His hands flew to his mouth, eyes widening after realizing what he had said. Your eyes widened as well, standing them dumbfoundedly.

“What?”

“Oh my god, ignore what I said—I’m sorry I didn’t want to make you feel—“

“Do you mean it romantically or?”

“Romantically.” His gaze avoids yours, trying to come up with an excuse. “But just ignore what I said—“

“Why should I ignore what you said when I feel the same?” Your eyes were on him, making him feel shocked and shy by your response.

“Wait, what?”

“I feel the same way, you idiot.”

“Really?”

“I’m serious, Gyu.”

He stares at you with excitement, realizing you could’ve been together a while ago. Facepalming, a wide smile is hidden under his hands. Your faces were covered with blush, feeling the awkward yet sweet presence fill the room.

“Does that mean…” He trails off, voice eventually fading due to embarrassment.

“I’m assuming so..” You say awkwardly, not quite familiar with these relationship stuff. But that’s okay, you’ll figure it out with Gyuvin.

“Kiss!” Junhyeon shouts, not wanting to contain his excitement anymore. He said the word that everyone had been waiting for. Junhyeon and Gunwook knew their plan would pay off. His smile then vanishes once he smells something unpleasant.

“Junhyeon, did you burn our crepe again?! We only have eight finished crepes!” Gunwook shrieks, his smile also fading as well. In unison, they groaned, not wanting to continue anymore.

You and Gyuvin chuckled at the guys, slowly stopping to look at each other.

“Want a slice?” He cuts a big slice to share with you. Handing you a plastic fork from the cupboard, you two eat the cake.

“This is sweet.”

“Tastes even better since we’re sharing.” He smiles at you, anticipating the next steps that will be taken in this new relationship.

Now, this is the sweet feeling you’ve been waiting for.

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