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mynameismckenziemae · 2 months

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In Case You Didn’t Know

Part 4

(previous part here, next part here)

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x You

Summary: After some encouragement, you and Jake finally talk…and more.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, dry-humping, hand job, cum play, talk about feelings, etc.

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“Fuck.”

He rips the blankets up and throws his arm over his face in embarrassment.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry-I just heard my name and I wasn’t sure if you needed-just…I’m so sorry!” You rush out, quickly closing the door behind you.

“It’s fine,” he says hoarsely.

You quickly get dressed, ignoring the arousal between your legs.

Okay, that was fucking hot.

“I’m heading out, I’ll be back around 11:45 to pick you up for your appointment. Call me if you need anything!” You say as you rush past his door.

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“Okay, see ya,” Jake replies, rubbing his hands over his face, cringing at the uncomfortable wet spot in his boxer briefs as he sits up.

Last night he was almost relieved when Charlie gave him a boner; he hadn’t been able to get fully hard since he crashed. It’s also likely why he came in his underwear in his sleep like a damn teenager; he’s used to getting off almost daily.

After he cleans up in the bathroom, he texts Bradley.

Jake: So...we almost kissed last night.

🐓: Almost? Why didn’t you?

Jake: We’d had a few beers. She was dancing, being goofy, then ended up in my lap. I think realized what she was doing and pulled away.

🐓: Did you talk about it?

Jake: No, we went to bed after.

🐓: Then talk to her tonight. She likes you too. Why else would she be in your lap?

Jake: I don’t fucking know. She also kinda busted me having a wet dream about her this morning.

🐓: LOL. About time you hit puberty.

Jake: 🙄 jerking off hasn’t really been my main priority since almost dying. Guess it caught up to me.

🐓: What’d she do?

Jake: Almost tripped closing the door and rushed to work as fast as she could.

🐓: She saw how small it is, huh? That sucks man.

Jake: 🖕🏻

🐓: Talk to her.

🐓: Or I will. We’d be good together. Charlie Bradshaw has a nice ring to it.

Jake: Some days I really regret saving your life. I’ll talk to her tonight.

🐓: Let me know how it goes.

Jake: Will do.

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“Thanks,” Hayes says, taking the coffee you offer. “Are you feeling okay? You’re a little flushed.”

“Yeah, I’m good. Just overslept,” you lie.

“Up too late with your houseguest?” He teases.

“No!” you reply quickly. Too quickly.

He quirks his brow.

You sigh. “I don’t know what’s going on. Something almost happened last night…and then something did happen this morning. So I know he’s at least attracted to me. I just don’t want to fuck this up, Hayes. He’s my best friend, and his family is the only family I’ve got now.”

You blink back the tears start to fill your eyes.

“If he’s as good of a guy you say he is, he won’t take them away from you if things go south. It also sounds like his family wouldn’t let him do that even if he tries,” Hayes responds, squeezing your shoulder.

You nod, wiping the tears that escaped. “God, I’m so sorry. I don’t know why I’m crying. Fuck,” you laugh, embarrassed.

“It’s alright. Not gonna lie, I’m excited to meet him and see what all the fuss is about,” Hayes winks before walking down the hall to see his first patient.

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The ride back to the clinic with Jake is awkwardly quiet, but thankfully it’s only a few minutes drive.

“The ortho and PT department is way on the other end of the hospital. Just get in the fucking wheelchair,” you say through clenched teeth when Jake starts to argue, smiling at an older woman who gasps at your foul language. “He’s a friend.”

“Doesn’t it seem like it the way you’re talking to him,” she mutters as she continues on her way.

You both burst out laughing once she’s out of earshot.

“Thank God I took my badge off, otherwise I’m sure she’d report me,” you laugh as you push him down the hall.

“I wouldn’t blame her if she did. You can’t be swearing at poor crippled patients like that,” Jake teases.

“Here we are,” you say a few minutes later as you roll him into an exam room. “I’ll get you on the exam table and then get Dr. Hayes.”

You get him situated and he catches your arm, pulling you close before you leave. “Thank you again, Charlie. For everything,” he murmurs, eyes dipping to your lips.

“You’re welcome, Jake,” you whisper, ready to lean in, but a knock at the door startles you apart.

“Hey there, Jake. I’m Dr. Ben Hayes, you can call me Hayes if you want. Nice to finally meet the guy I’ve heard so much about,” Hayes introduces himself and smirks at you before shaking his hand.

“Likewise,” Jake says, also looking at you.

There’s another knock at the door, this time the receptionist. “Charlie? Sorry to interrupt but your 11:00 came back and has some questions.”

“Okay, I’ll be right there,” you say to her before turning back to them both. “Just find me when you’re done.”

They nod and you follow her out.

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Hayes looks over Jake’s records and the orders with him before laying him back on the exam table.

“Everything looks like it’s healing the way it should. 4-6 more weeks with this cast and then we’ll see if we can get you in a removable one and get some weight on it. Any falls or further injuries since?” Hayes asks after finishing the exam and sitting him back up.

“Yeah, I tripped up Charlie’s porch step Sunday morning trying to juggle the crutches and my suitcase,” Jake sighs. “My arms and good knee took my weight though.”

“Any increased swelling or pain after?”

“No pain. I was already swollen from the plane ride, but it seemed to get better once Charlie elevated it,” Jake replies.

“Gotcha, she’s pretty amazing, huh?”

“Yeah. She really is,” Jake agrees, trying to keep the jealousy out of his tone.

“You know I took her out once?” Hayes asks, sitting down.

“Yeah, she told me,” Jake nods.

“She tell you why it was only once?” Hayes asks.

“Just said it wasn’t right,” Jake shrugs, wondering where he’s going with this.

“It wasn’t right,” Hayes agrees. “Because I’m not you.”

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“Charlie? Jake’s all set. I’ve got him laying back with an ice pack though. I took out the sutures under his chin and he got a bit lightheaded,” Hayes tells you when he finds you in your office.

You can’t help but laugh. “He’s not a fan of hospitals, needles, blood…basically anything medical. “I’ll check on him quick, then I’m gonna do his PT here if he’s feeling better and then head out if that’s okay? My last appointment cancelled.”

“Sure. Sounds like you guys have a lot to tell about.” Hayes says with a smile before disappearing around the corner.

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Jake’s still a little pale but insists he can do PT.

He’s quiet though, like something’s on his mind. But you don’t press the issue. Instead focusing on making him sweat.

Back at your house, you wrap his leg in one of the plastic shower covers you snagged at work before getting him into the shower.

You change out of your scrubs into some loose running shorts and a sports bra while he’s doing that.

“I’m gonna go for a run if you don’t need anything?” You ask through the door but he opens it, your eyes level with his bare chest. He’s also got shorts on, slung low on his hips.

“Can we talk first?” He asks.

“Sure,” you reply, suddenly feeling nervous.

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“What’s up?” You ask as you flop down on the couch.

He sits next to you with a heavy exhale.

“So about this morning-,” he starts, not looking at you.

“Jake, it’s fine…it’s a totally normal thing,” you interrupt, not wanting him to feel awkward.

“It’s not-,” he sighs. “Charlie, I’m in-…I have feelings for you, and I have for a long time. I can’t stop thinking about you. You’re the first thing on my mind when I wake up and the last before I go to sleep...and also on my mind when I jerk off, as you found out this morning,” he laughs, the cutest blush rising to his cheeks. “And when you smile at me? Fuck, it’s like I got sucker punched. You’re so beautiful, so smart, so caring.”

Your heart pounds and your stomach flips as you take in his words.

He hesitates and there are tears in his eyes as keeps going. “I almost died. My life…well actually our life, flashed before my eyes while I was in and out of consciousness. I couldn’t bear the thought of dying and leaving you behind, especially since I hadn’t told you how I felt. I started coming to and I swear I heard your voice telling me to eject. You…the thought of you saved my life.”

Tears are streaming down your face as you reach for his hand. He looks at your fingers intertwined with his and continues. “If you feel the same about me and we try this…nothing will change the relationship you have with my family. I won’t let that happen, neither will they. You are family. Always have been, always will be.”

It’s everything you needed to hear and more.

You straddle his lap and weave your fingers into his hair to pull him in for a kiss.

Your heart skips a beat as his lips brush yours in a tentative, curious, and nervous way; so similar to your first kiss almost 20 years ago.

You pull back to meet his eyes. “I feel the same way, Jake. I’ve wanted this for so long. I’m terrified of losing you but I can’t not try. I want this. I want you.”

Your slippery shorts against his have your hips sliding forward as you lean in again, and a whimper escapes when the head of his cock bumps where you want him most. The sound flips a switch within him and he deepens the kiss, licking into your mouth and tightening his grip on your hips.

Your lips leave his to kiss along his jaw. “I think about you when I touch myself too,” you murmur against his ear and rock your hips. Your hands leave his hair to trail down his chest, tweaking his nipples.

“Fuck Charlie,” he groans, head dropping back as he rocks back.

He sounds as wrecked as you feel.

“Oh Jake, you’re huge,” you gasp before sucking a bruise into his neck. “I want you inside me.”

He makes a strangled noise as his fingers move to your ass, pulling you into him harder, contradictory to his next words. “S-S-Should we-God Charlie…do you think we should slow down?”

“Yeah, we probably should,” you pant, but can’t find the self-control to stop. It’s been so long and his cock feels so good grinding against you.

You’re getting close as his mouth finds your neck, then to your collarbone. When he latches on to your nipple through the fabric of your sports bra, you’re a goner. You cry out, hands flying back up to his hair to keep him on your breast as your orgasm washes over you.

He’s unable to keep his hips still as you come down, placing sweet kisses on the exposed skin of your chest above your bra.

You rock against him experimentally and he shudders. “I’m gonna cum in my shorts twice in one day, a new record,” he chuckles, strained.

“Mmm, we can’t have that,” you say, scooting your hips back and gently pushing his chest against the couch. You lean down for a biting kiss as your left-hand pulls his waistband, giving your right enough room to reach down and grasp him. He inhales sharply at your touch and it only takes a few pulls before he’s cumming with a groan, white stripes landing over your fingers and on the ridges of his abs.

He watches with rapt attention as you bring your coated fingers to your mouth, moaning at the taste. His spent cock twitches with interest.

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“Can I take you out? Like on a real date?” Jake asks, tucking you into his side on the couch after you’re both cleaned up.

“I’d like that,” you smile; the happiest you’ve felt since your mom died.

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A/N: Well…they talked (thanks to Hayes and Bradley) and things are heating up! 🔥

I should’ve added this in the warnings…although the specialty I work in works with physical therapy and ortho a lot, there very well could be medical inaccuracies.

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seungmoonandstars · 10 days

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𝐼'𝓂 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓈𝓃'𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒

Kim Seungmin/female reader

wc: 3.1k

synopsis: someone is cheating // pt 2

rating: angst/sort of fluff ꩜ -`♡´-

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Now Seungmin remembers just how lonely he can get

The dorm is silent. It’s late and everyone is asleep, but he didn’t realize just how late it had gotten until he closed the door a little too loudly. He drops his bags and pulls off his clothes as he makes his way to the bed, tossing them and leaving a trail as he goes. Typically, he throws them right into his hamper, or folds them neatly on his chair, but tidyness is far from his mind right now—almost everything is.

But still, his mind is racing. It’s spinning and it’s aching, and his heart is, too. He feels outside of his own body as he replays the last hour in his head, and he just wants to wake up from this nightmare.

Seungmin crashes onto the bed. He hasn’t been here in a few weeks, at least not to sleep, and the bed feels all wrong. The thought of being here, and not where he’s supposed to be breaks him, and his breath catches in his throat as he desperately holds everything back. But it’s too much, and he has to cry. Silently, though—that much he can do. He turns and pushes his face into the pillow and lets go.

A text comes through, and the first thought that runs through his head—it’s you, it has to be. Pleading for forgiveness, and throwing I love you’s in every direction. It’s not until he looks at the screen that he remembers the shattered remains he left on the floor. But you have other ways; your laptop, mainly. If you really wanted to, you could reach him right now with no trouble.

This text is from Jeongin.

min is that you? I didn’t think you’d be here. Everything okay?

As quiet as he was, that was all kind of ruined when he had to blow his nose and breath properly again. And there’s something about a post-cry nose blow that’s just…obvious.

yeah I’m okay

Everything will come out in the morning anyway.

If you say so…we can have a drink and watch something if you want to talk

Jeongin isn’t just perceptive; he knows Seungmin well, and he knows when something is off.

we can talk tomorrow, I should sleep

Seungmin has no hope of sleep tonight.

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The broken phone at your feet blinks pathetically, trying with everything it has to hold on and buzz a text message in. You don’t care, though. You don’t need your phone if Seungmin isn’t texting, or calling, and only realizing that now is your problem. You got complacent—apathetic over the months you’ve been with him. Unbelievably stupid. You’ve ruined the best thing that ever walked into your life. All you can think of now is every word you want and need to say to him, but you can’t.

No, you can. Your laptop is right there, on the coffee table. If anything, you can gather and organize your thoughts, because you can't imagine him wanting to hear from you tonight. Getting him back might be impossible, but this still feels necessary. Sending it off in an email is something morning you will decide on.

Minnie, I’m sorry it’s come this—I’m sorry you have to feel the way you do right now, and I need you to know how much it kills me that you’re hurting. I’m sorry that I’ve done so poorly as your person, something I should be better at by now, that I have to write to you this way just hoping you’ll read it. I’ve failed you, because I should have been stronger, and I should have been there for you when you needed me the most. Not stronger, no, just better…more perceptive and more understanding. I do know how lonely it gets for you, because you have mentioned it before, but I’ve been so selfish for so long. Getting to be yours for the last 2 years has been a dream. I never thought someone as sweet, and funny, and loving, and as beautiful as you would ever come into my life. I won’t try to explain my actions, because there is no explanation. I don’t deserve you, or your forgiveness. I broke your trust. I broke everything. I felt entitled to fix my loneliness when you were suffering with it, too. But you didn’t hurt me. You’ve never hurt me. I want you to know that I love you, though. I love you more than anything. You are irreplaceable and I will suffer without you, because I should.

Three, four times you read through it before deciding to hit send. It can’t wait until you decide to wake up in the morning, because sleeping tonight will be difficult—but crying is exhausting. You doze off for an hour, then jump out of it abruptly for no reason. Panic takes over, and your heart feels like it might explode as you orient yourself in a tangle of sheets. Seungmin isn’t here, and it takes a moment to remember why.

You smack the keyboard of your laptop until it wakes up, and the new email at the top of the pile makes the panic even worse.

RE: (no subject)

Twelve minutes ago.

You click it and brace yourself for more heartbreak; more difficult truth. An end.

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Seungmin does decide to get up and get a soju, but he does it alone. He needs something to help him relax; numb things a little, and make his eyes a little heavier. The time between is spent looking through old messages between him and you, which is not making things better, but Seungmin wants to figure out where things went wrong. He gets as far back as four months of texts when a notification pops up on his phone.

You did exactly what I thought you would, he mumbles to himself. It’s an email, no subject. Before the little banner disappears, he opens it, and he devours every word far too quickly. Seungmin’s heart races and his stomach swirls as he scans each paragraph, and then he immediately goes back and starts again, slowly.

Now he has something more to dwell on. He gets up and heads to the kitchen for another drink, and when he returns, he just starts typing:

I love you, too. Before I say anything else, I want you to know that. I keep reading your email over and over as I type, because my head is a mess and I can’t focus much right now, but your words ground me. They always have. It’s been a while since you’ve given me a hand written letter, and this, of all things, made me miss that. You have a way with words that I just can’t seem to replicate. I’m hurting like I don’t remember ever hurting before. I feel opened up and ripped apart. I feel like I’m not enough, or I wasn’t enough. I was scared of a relationship because of this, I guess. Being away, not being enough, because I know I’m bad at expressing myself sometimes. Most of the time. Not being with you much makes it even harder. So I feel at fault, too. I need to own up to not always being there when you need me, even though it came with our type of relationship. I’m sorry it’s so hard for us to talk like this face to face…or for me to, I guess. I didn’t give you a chance.

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That’s it.

You’re relieved, but you’re not sure if you should reply again. Leaving it at this until morning might be the best option. But what happens in the morning? Does Seungmin come back home? Will he reply if you email him again? Maybe he’ll sleep in late, leave again, leave you waiting for a message just like you did to him. You think back to the last time he was home, and how you weren’t even here because you ignored his text. Not just ignored, but didn’t even look at it to see that he was waiting and wondering why you weren’t there to greet him.

It feels like your heart is being squeezed just imagining his confused face. And then your mind moves to him…the other one, and it makes you sick thinking of him now. It should have done that before. Irreplaceable is exactly what Seungmin is, that was no exaggeration.

Luckily, you fall asleep with his words in your head; the I love you, the possibility of another chance. And your guilt, still, of making him think he hasn’t been enough.

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There’s hardly a chance to think of replying to Seungmin. You don’t sleep long, because once you’re awake, you’re awake. Showered, dressed, coffee slowly dripping in the glass caraffe. You prep enough in the hopes that he’ll have some, too, but that’s mostly wishful thinking—a desperate attempt at a manifestation.

A reply has been rolling around in your head since last night, and it formed into a solid set of paragraphs as you took your time in the shower, now you just have to sit and hope it comes out just as well. And you do open his email, but instead of typing, you grab a pencil and a piece of stationary from the desk—stationary you bought just for his letters. You haven’t touched them in at least a year.

It actually comes out easier this time.

Seungmin,

Might as well start properly.

You’ve always been enough. I see you struggle every day with balancing your work and your regular life…me, us. I don’t know what that’s like—

The sound of keys makes you stop. The slide of metal against metal as it’s pushed in and turned; every bit of it is so, so loud. You look again at the broken phone on the floor, not forgotten, but not even deserving of a place in the trash can. You couldn’t bring yourself to touch it.

When you look back at him, the first thing he does is find you, and then he looks to the aftermath of his out of character temper. Then back at you.

You set the pencil down and stand, but you don’t take a step toward him. Every part of you screams to be closer, though.

“Hi,” he takes a few steps inside, kicks off his shoes next to yours. “Morning.”

It’s nearly noon, but you can pretend you didn’t stay up and sleep in late. You haven’t had coffee yet, anyway, so that’s what you do—you force yourself to the kitchen and pour a mug, and then you pour the rest over ice for him.

He watches, but looks at what you were working on as he gets closer to the coffee table. You don’t say anything when he picks up the piece of paper and reads it, rereads it. “I got you something,” he says as he places it back on the table.

“Uhm…you did?”

Why would he do that? You don’t feel like you deserve his gifts at the best of times, so you certainly don’t want anything now.

Seungmin digs in the shopping bag and pulls out a little white box, opens it, and then hands you your new phone.

“I was out of line last night, when I…” he looks at it on the floor again, “I’m sorry.”

“No, Minnie…you weren’t, at all”

“You didn’t deserve my anger”

“I did, I needed it. I want it. Please don’t be nice to me.”

“Okay, if you really mean that…” He walks over slowly and picks up his glass, takes a long sip... “I’ve never felt so angry at you before. I didn’t think I could feel like that, honestly. And I was still holding back.”

“I could tell. Part of me wanted you to let go.”

“Let go, let go how? I could never hurt you.” His touch is a relief—the gentle slide of his thumb across your skin, his hand closing softly around your neck. A much different touch than last night. “Phone, yeah. Him, maybe.”

“That person is gone”

“Did it help…did he help? Were you less lonely with him?”

Thinking about it isn’t really necessary, but you take a long moment to look at Seungmin—his eyes are big and wet, and they’re puffy from not getting enough sleep, or crying. Most likely both, though you can only remember seeing Seungmin cry once in the time you’ve known him. And it wasn’t over you.

“No, I wasn’t. I think it was making me feel worse.”

“I’m irreplaceable, right?”

The tease in his voice is obvious, and his little laugh breaks every bit of tension in the room. You need to pull him in and kiss him, but whether or not you’re there yet is still a mystery. Instead, you shift slightly closer.

“Yes, you are”

He smiles. You’ve seen him smile like that before, and it’s always when he’s in a certain mood. Seungmin sets his glass down and takes yours from you.

“Seungmin”

The desperate whine just makes him smirk.

“Please, Minnie…I need you, so much”

“I know you do, I know.” But he grabs your wrists and stops you as you move toward his hips. “You have me. And I need something to.”

“Of course, anything”

“Can you finish your letter?”

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Seungmin is never fast in the shower, especially not after he’s been away for so long. There’s no need for him to rush around now—he knows he has plenty of time, and plenty of hot water no matter how long he takes. Typically, you leave him alone when he’s in there, despite the occasional urge to go in.

But this time, of all times, you decide to act on that urge.

There he is, behind the glass partition. Steam chokes the air, and condensation keeps his body mostly hidden from you, but he’s tall enough that you do get a peak—back turned, head twisted to the side so the water can beat down on his neck and shoulders. He rolls them, groans with relief, and sighs. It makes you dizzy.

Then he finally opens his eyes and sees you staring at him. He smiles so wide, with all of his teeth, and it’s the most beautiful sight. It’s as if nothing bad has happened, and nothing is slowly tearing the two of you apart.

“I think I’m finally losing hot water,” he muses, mostly to himself, but he doesn’t turn it off. What he does do is turn to you and fold his arms over the partition. He’s just tall enough. “Hi, do you have something for me?”

You nod, shyly, and you don’t know why. The way he’s looking at you seems brand new, and it feels so intense.

“Seungmin…” you start, paper clutched in one hand. You don’t think you even need to read from it now.

He doesn’t interrupt, but he nods and gives you another little smile.

“You’ve always been enough. I see you struggle every day with balancing your work and your regular life…me, us. I don’t know what that’s like. I don’t know how difficult and tiring it is to be on all the time, and to switch off when you walk through that door to me. I have it so easy—I get to hide away from everything, and then at the end of the day, or the end of the week, month…I get you, I get to hear your voice, and see your face, and I couldn’t ask for anything better…”

He ducks away, and the water is turned off as one more big plume of steam rises up and starts to clear. You reach for his towel, hold it open for him, and wait patiently as he drips and shakes his hair. It’s cute, and it’s the first time you’ve seen him do it.

“…because there’s nothing better”

Seungmin steps out and lets you wrap it around him. The water beading down his chest is too much, and as he’s tightening it around his waist, you lean forward and kiss him there. Muscle flexes as you pull away and place another one, and then another until your lips close around his nipple.

At any moment, he could pull away from you, because he hasn’t made his intentions clear yet. He could stay now, for a while, for the last time, or he could leave as soon as he’s dressed. The letter is written and read to him, though it was short, and maybe that was the last of your say on the subject. Maybe that’s why he showed up—that, and the phone.

No. Seungmin wouldn’t put in this much effort just to turn around and leave. He’s still upset, and he’s still confused.

He looks down at you and closes his eyes, savoring the warmth of your lips on his cool skin. It might be too much right now to touch again, but he wants to.

A hand up your back is all it takes to get a sound out of you.

“Hey”

“Yeah?” Your forehead presses against him and you avoid his gaze.

“Everything you said, just now and last night…” he stops and hmms to himself, musing out loud again, “and what I said. Why can’t we say those things to each other. Why did it take this, after so long?”

“Because we’re both afraid of being vulnerable with each other, at least on our feet.”

Seungmin laughs at that. “Yeah, I guess it’s a little different during sex, but even then…”

“Are you saying you want—“ you stop, but not because he interrupts you. You stop because you’re terrified of his answer.

“…to work on it?”

He can still finish your sentences. Maybe that’s part of the problem—thinking you can read each other’s mind, even though sometimes you absolutely do.

“I can feel your heartbeat”

And it feels like it could stop at any moment. It feels like you’re standing on the edge of a cliff, preparing to jump…to get pushed.

Seungmin pulls you even closer, and you wrap your arms around his waist.

“Is that what you think we should do?”

“I just want you to trust the person you give yourself to”

“Is it silly if I still trust you? I know you want me to stay, but the way you talk makes it seem like you’re pushing me away. Like you’re giving me an out.”

“No, it’s not silly. I don’t want to push you away, but I do hate myself more than I ever thought I could.”

“Maybe we’ve talked enough today. We both need more sleep…can we do that?”

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jeonbunnie · 8 months

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promises

pairing: reader x namjoon

summary: marriage life with namjoon hasn’t been the same lately. he’s been cold and distant, always whispering on the phone. and you can’t help but notice…

genre: angst, drama, choose your own adventure,

content/warnings: established relationship; married!au; idol!namjoon; cheating/infidelity; implied sex; eventual smut; explicit sex

soundtrack: lemonade by beyoncé

a/n: this used to be a series but I decided to rework it into a oneshot. The plot is mostly the same, however now the reader gets to choose the big decision at the end (kind of like a choose your own adventure). This is one of the endings, if you want to read from the beginning, start here.

word count: 871

Choose Him

When Namjoon wakes up the next morning–you’re not by his side.

It was just a little after dawn. The sun finally peaked its head out from around the clouds, stretching across your home in vanilla sunlight.

At first, Namjoon is too tired to comprehend what it means to not feel your warmth pressed up against him. But as soon as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, he realized he was waking from a dream into a nightmare.

Namjoon was so overwhelmed with grief for the loss of his marriage, for the loss of you, he didn't hear the click of the front door opening, or see the look on your face when you finally, finally came home.

You opened the bedroom door to find Namjoon sitting with his face buried in his hands. You went to him, sat by his side, and gingerly pulled his hands away from his face. “Namjoon...what’s wrong?”

He looks up into your face, and there’s shock, confusion, and tears in his brown eyes. There’s a look of disconnect as he takes in the sight of you, the suitcases standing by the door.

“You left.” He says.

You shake your head.

The tears in his eyes spilled down his cheeks. “You did. You left, and all your stuff was gone. You were gone.”

“Not like that.” You said. You did leave, but not in the way he might have thought. You went to think. To find peace and quiet so you could listen to your heart.

You made your decision. You decided to love him anyway, and keep loving him, and keep working at your marriage. Even though it failed, you would keep trying. Because love didn’t quit. It wasn’t pride, or anger, or hurt. It didn’t hold grudges or keep resentments. It was patient, and kind, and forgiving. Healing.

And that was what you wanted, right? To heal.

“I’m sorry, I should have approached this better.” You said. “I figured you’d still be sleeping by the time I got back. I just needed to be on my own for a bit. Clear my head, think.”

Alone, you had more clarity about everything. Though knowing Namjoon’s truth didn’t make anything any easier. It did help you find your truth.

Namjoon kissed the back of your hand and held on tight. His palms were wet, but you didn’t let go. He looked at you, and something softened in his eyes. “I thought–” he said, voice cracking. “I thought…”

“Me too.”

“You said you’d never come back.”

“I know. That was a long time ago...I promised you that I would leave. But that’s not how promises work anyway. And I don’t want a relationship based on promises. Those are just thoughts. And words. And they don’t mean anything unless your actions match up.”

“We said we’d be honest with each other so,” you took a deep breath, holding it for a minute before saying what you could only admit to yourself in private.

“I know I could start over. Find someone else. There are other men... but when I think about it, when I think about it, I’ve only ever wanted you. I don’t want to start over with someone new. And kiss strangers. And hope to fall in love again. I want you. I still love you.”

“I love you, too,” Namjoon said. Softly. Without hesitation.

“But things have to change. We just stopped talking. You were my best friend, but we were living like strangers because we didn’t communicate with each other–I can’t do that again. You can’t just keep all your feelings bottled up inside. You need to talk to me. I don’t know if I can be everything that you need me to be, but you have to give me a chance. Don’t shut me out.”

“Can you do that for me?” You finished. You looked at his face and honestly stared back at you.

“I can. I can do anything for you.” Namjoon whipped at his wet face. “If I could take it all back I would…I’m far from perfect, and I’ve done things that hurt you, things I’ll live to regret for the rest of my life. But I want to do better. Be better. And I know that I’m a better man when I’m with you… And I want to be by your side. Always. I can’t pretend it never happened. Like everything’s fine and that it’ll all be okay. I don’t know that. But I want it to be. I want to try...”

Now you were tearing up. You squeezed his hand. “So let’s try.”

“But Namjoon, I swear, if you try this shit again—”

“I won’t. I can’t. After everything...baby, all I see is you. I don’t want anyone else.”

Namjoon smiled at you, a real smile, eyes turning into crescent moons.

And you smiled back.

He leans forward then, till your forehead to forehead, nose to nose, and you both close your eyes, savoring the moment. That feeling came back. The one from the night before. Overwhelming, unfiltered love. And at that moment, you know.

You know you can move on. Fall in love again, rebuild your trust.

And you’ll do it together.

#bts fic #namjoon fic #namjoon angst #namjoon smut #reader x namjoon #fic: promises #songfic #poc reader #my fics.🍪

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sillybucket · 9 months

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“They won’t look at me” { Jonathan Ohnn/Spot x g/n reader }

I just love writing for this character , so I decided to make another little story featuring the Spot :D

As always I apologize for possible ooc moments , and if someone already wrote about something similar know that it’s not my intention to copy anyone !

🍃 Warnings 🍃 : there is some angst in this one … basically , Johnathan and the reader have a talk with his parents some time after his transformation , and unfortunately it doesn’t go well for the poor guy ;(

☕️ . ☕️ . ☕️ . ☕️ . ☕️ . ☕️ . ☕️ . ☕️ . ☕️ . ☕️ . ☕️ .

The room was alarmingly quiet , the sound of the clock on the wall and the traffic outside were the only things that interrupted the silence as the four people in the kitchen sat in front of each other …

The tension was palpable , Jonathan could feel the judgmental , baffled looks his parents occasionally gave him , and when (y/n) held his hand to comfort him he looked back at them with genuine gratitude before taking a deep breath .

“So uh … mom , dad , how have you been doing ?”

, he timidly asked , desperate to end that suffocating silence in some way .

“Business has been going well . My technological inventions are on high demand , so that’s something .”

Jonathan’s father averted his eyes from his son while answering his question , almost like he just couldn’t handle to look at his face …

“If that’s all you wanted to know you might as well leave now , we’re both busy and really don’t have any time to lose .”

Jonathan let out a sigh , trying to get his thoughts in order while (y/n) stared at his dad in disbelief :

he couldn’t be serious … sure , Lucas Ohnn was a very important scientist with a reputation to protect , but treating a member of his own family in such a cold , distant way simply because he looked different was simply unacceptable .

“I … just wanted to pass by to see if you were okay , and to let you know that you don’t have to worry about me : it hasn’t been easy , but I’ve been doing my best to rebuild my life after … after all that’s happened . Also I wanted to introduce you to my partn -“

“Mhm , that’s great Johnny … are you sure nobody saw you enter our house ?”

, Miss Ohnn asked , without even looking up from her phone .

“You’re right , Carol . What will the neighbors think if they see … that … inside our property ? They might start to think that we’re giving shelter to some strange creature , and that would be inconvenient …”

After hearing those words (y/n) stood up , unable to listen any further …

“Strange creature ? Are you serious ? That’s your son , Mister Ohnn ! You used to talk to him just a few months ago , you said you were proud of him for all his hard work at Alchemax and now you have the audacity to say something like that ? Right in front of him ?”

Everyone in the room now had their eyes pointed at them as they continued talking .

“This the same Jonathan you used to know , and just because his appearance changed you can’t just treat him like th -“

“(Y/n) , it’s okay …”

Jonathan had gotten up as well , gently putting his hand on their shoulder .

“Let’s just go .”

The two of them slowly headed towards the door , and before leaving he turned back to look at his parents one last time …

“Bye mom , bye dad … don’t worry , you won’t see me again .”

The late afternoon sun was starting to set as the two of them walked hand in hand back to (y/n)’s apartment .

“I’m sorry , I shouldn’t have reacted like that … it’s just - what your dad said … I couldn’t tolerate the way he was talking to you .”

Jonathan smiled softly to himself , squeezing their hand a little .

“There’s nothing to apologize for , honey … you’re always looking out for me , and I love you so much for that .

They were probably going to make us leave soon anyway .”

He then let out a sigh , his voice trembling slightly as he tried to go on …

“… I knew that this would end this way , that my parents weren’t going to accept that this is who I am now … but it just kinda hurt , y’know ?

They’re the only family I have left and they couldn’t even look at me for more than a few seconds .

I really do mean nothing to them …”

(Y/n) quietly listened to him , and when they finally stopped after reaching the apartment’s door they wrapped their arms around him , holding him in a loving hug .

“Well … you mean everything to me , Johnny . No matter what your parents think you’re definitely still someone worth loving , and believe me when I say that my life wouldn’t be the same without you in it .”

They looked up at him , gently caressing his cheek .

Jonathan wanted to say so many things in that moment … how much he appreciated them , how happy he was to have them in his life …

His arms surrounded their waist while he placed his forehead against theirs .

“God , I really don’t know what I’d do without you (y/n) …”

, he whispered , genuine adoration in his voice as he got lost into his partner’s beautiful eyes .

The two of them stood there for a few minutes , enjoying each other’s comforting warmth until finally (y/n) took out their house keys from their pocket and opened the door :

after such a stressful afternoon , all that Jonathan and (y/n) wanted to do was just lie down somewhere comfortable and rest in each other’s arms , forgetting about all their worries .

☕️ . ☕️ . ☕️ . ☕️ . ☕️ . ☕️ . ☕️ . ☕️ . ☕️ . ☕️ . ☕️ .

Thank you so much for reading this little story until the end ! :D

Feel free to leave some feedback if you want to :) ❤️

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mishasminion360 · 11 months

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Safe In My Arms

Ezra x fem!reader

Warnings: Language; light angst; feelings of insecurity; body dysmorphia; brief allusions to smut; hurt/comfort; fluff.

Summary: Ezra harbors a secret hatred for his absent arm, but his feelings come to a head when his newly acquired handicap fails to do the one task he vowed never to fail in: keep you safe from harm.

A/N: I’m back (but not necessarily better than ever). Sorry I’ve been MIA, folks. Between work and the stresses of daily life burnout hit hard and kicked all my creativity to the curb. But the summer has brought some much needed quiet and a little bit of recovery time, so I am slowly getting my groove back. I’ve got tons of new ideas, so let’s see how many I can get through before life gets in the way yet again 😊

A clean but savage scar. Puckered and pale flesh. A ghostly pain that haunts the vestiges of his dominant upper extremity; a banshee’s sorrowful wail that echoes throughout what remains of his blood and marrow.

He both admires and loathes the ruins of his appendage. Like the crumbling facades of lost civilizations and landmarks it is the brittle leftovers of something once great. At the time his right arm had seemed a necessary and middling sacrifice compared to his life, but away from the immediate threats of the toxic moon it’s become a piteous sight.

Ezra’s hands were his livelihood; his greatest strength. Without one where does that leave the other? In the quietest parts of his mind the darkest thoughts linger. Notions of weakness, inadequacy, and incompetency. He can no longer dig, he can no longer write, he can no longer please you with his touch.

Ah, you. You. You fault him nothing. You do not mourn his loss nor the resulting shortcomings. You do not look upon him with disdain or condolence. The initial sight of his drastically altered form prompted immediate shock, but the emotion fled your features as quickly as it had occupied them.

“Most of you came back to me. All the best parts of you returned,” you’d assured him. “You’re alive, you’re home, and that’s what matters.”

If you’re content then he will find a way to be as well. This new normal will take time; surely he will learn to adjust. Until then he will smile when he catches you looking. He will lie until it becomes truth.

***

Ezra is an artist in many ways. Any time he opens his mouth he paints you a picture with his words. He weaves sentences into daily conversation composed of words that most would never even think to utter, let alone heard of. He is a poet without even trying.

But he is a shitty actor.

You don’t miss the self-deprecating looks that ghost across his visage; the disgruntled mutterings of inwardly directed criticisms far below the standards of his lexicon. He hates what he’s become, though he hasn’t changed a bit. Not truly. An arm is nothing compared to a heart, to a soul.

He won’t let you see him cursing himself, so you don’t let him see that you’ve seen. When and if he’s ready to talk then you’ll be ready to listen. And until that moment comes you will carry on doing what you do best: loving him.

And nothing says “love” like baked goods.

You’d hypnotized him with your sweets when you’d first met; lured him to love like a witch with a house made of candy.

You’d just managed to fatten him up a little before he’d left for his excursion on the Green Moon. He’d lost that healthy weight and then some living off of rations and Kevva knows what else after being marooned. You had both been so dizzied by the overwhelming cocktail of surprise, relief, and bliss that had come with his sudden return that you hadn’t had a chance to celebrate him properly. Well, better late than never.

***

He pads into the kitchen just in time to see you pushing one of the rickety chairs from the dining table up to the cupboards and mounting it with a soft grunt of mild exertion. His heart seizes when the wood creaks.

“And just what are you doing up there, my supernova?”

Without granting him your full attention you respond. “I’m going to bake you a cake.”

“That is quite a precarious position in which one would craft a culinary delight, is it not?”

“I have to gather the ingredients first, wise guy.”

You lift yourself onto the tips of your toes and the chair wobbles to and fro.

“Nova, let me assist you,” he insists hastily. “Whatever you require from above I shall retrieve.”

“Nonsense,” you scoff. “I managed just fine while you were gone and I’ll manage now.”

He’s glad, for only a second, that your back is to him. You won’t see how deeply those words had cut him. But the effects of the unintentional slight are fleeting; any and all offense is cast aside when your toes curl over the edge of the chair and the motion proves to be disastrous.

The wobbling of the chair’s four unsteady legs reverberates up into your own extremities. The bag of flour you’d sought only now in hand, your body pitches to the right, and you have only a second to exhale a startled gasp before you are stumbling over the edge of the seat.

Ezra dives for you, hellbent on breaking your fall. His body sails toward yours as if pulled by a gravitational force. He reaches for you. He reaches for you with an arm that does not exist.

You drop through the space where there should have been a solid barricade of flesh and bone and strike the linoleum with a muffled thud. Your head bounces off the floor synchronously with the doomed bag of flour, which splits upon impact and showers the room in a white haze. Your cranium, by the grace of Kevva, remains intact.

“Ooooouch.” Somewhere in the middle your groan evolves into a laugh. “Well, now I feel stupid.”

And he feels….

“Supernova….are you alright?” First his upper extremities prove useless, now his lower ones are failing him as well. His legs nearly buckle as he kneels at your side to assess you for injury.

“I’ll survive,” you assure him. “The only thing wounded is my pride.”

He helps you up to the best of his ability before striding with purpose to the utility closet to fetch a broom. Wordlessly, he gets to work cleaning up the sea of loose powder flooding the kitchen floor. The silence that fills the room is as awkward as his movements. He’s struggling with the simple task that much is obvious, but he seems determined. The veins in the graceful slope of his neck pulse with effort.

“Ezra, let me—“

“I’ve got it, nova.”

“I made this mess with my foolishness, so I’ll clean it.”

“You just took a serious tumble, love. I can weather a simple snowstorm.”

“Ez, I don’t mind. Why don’t you—?”

“Dammit all! Don’t placate me like I’m some kind of invalid,” he shouts. He never raises his voice, speaks in harsh tones, or uses course language. Such things are beneath his beautifully woven vocabulary. “I may not be able to do much these days but I can manage a simple sweeping!”

You remain stoic in the wake of his outburst; any kind word you could dare to breathe may be horribly misconstrued. Instead you watch impassively has he continues his fumbling efforts, the mess never lessening, until finally he hurls the broom to the floor, the wooden handle colliding with a thunderclap.

He pounds his fist upon the countertop as his body vibrates with an anger you’ve never seen. Your lungs surrender the air they’d been harboring only when he at last sags under the weight of a heavy sigh.

“Forgive me, supernova. I did not mean to address you so barbarously.” Ezra’s voice rattles inside of his chest like a songbird dashing itself against the bars of its gilded cage.

“I know,” you answer gently.

“I just find myself….confounded by this new and unwanted deformity. I feel….beyond inadequate. I can no longer work efficiently to provide for us. I can not complete the most meager of household tasks.”

That delicate sparrow trembles within the clutch of his ribs. He’s white knuckling the edge of the sink.

“I can not protect you in this fragile and ruined state. I can not….I can not even hold you properly.”

You don’t need words to tell him just how wrong he is. With a commanding but gentle hand upon his shoulder you turn him to face you, taking his solitary arm and wrapping it snugly around your waist before melting into the wall of his chest.

“This works pretty well.”

You feel the huff of his breath against your hair as his chin meets the crook of your neck. His lips brush a bump on the back of your head that you hadn’t even realized was there until his kiss bruises the flesh.

“You would still have me this way, Nova?”

“Ezra, you are more than a pair of arms or legs or a body. All the most important parts of you came back to me.”

You press a kiss to his sternum, relishing the the quickening thump of one of those “most important parts” as it buzzes through your lips, each beat a gentle reminder that he is alive and home.

“So long as your beautiful spirit remains unchanged and unmarred, then you’ve lost nothing you can’t truly be without. The rest is just a bonus.”

A one-armed embrace proves more than enough. Ezra holds you just as close as he’d ever managed with two. Closer yet. He cradles you with more than just extremities.

“You are the only thing I can not bear to lose, nova. The one truly precious thing.”

“And you will never lose me,” you vow. “So long as you never lose yourself, you’ll never lose me.”

“I think, my love,” he whispers, “you got that backwards.”

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fuwushiguro · 2 years

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I Think That I Got What You Need

part fifteen | masterlist | part seventeen

Yuuji Itadori x f!reader x Megumi Fushiguro

Genre: Smut & Angst Notes: University AU, all characters aged up. It’s getting HEAVYYYYY Warnings: 18+, phone sex, praise kink, sex toys, substance abuse, pining, slut shaming, arguing, family drama??, etc. Words: 8.3k

Synopsis: You’ve been dating Yuuji Itadori for nine months. He’s the best boyfriend you’ve ever had, he cares for you deeply and he’s amazing in the sack. When new boy Megumi moves to town and joins your art course, you are shocked to discover he isn’t the quiet introvert you suspected him to be.

“Yuuji, baby… is that you?”

Who else would it be? It was his face kissing yours that filled the entire screen. The contact picture you set for him after only a week of being together, seeing it made your eyes fill with water. You can’t understand why he’s calling now. Why he hasn’t called since he left? What is he going to say to you?

And, fuck, what about Megumi?

“Yeah, princesss, it’s me.”

Hearing his voice made you burst into tears and gifted you with an inability to speak. You heard him lightly chuckle and sniff a few times too; he was so overjoyed to hear your voice.

“It’s late there for you, right? Were you about to go to bed?” he asks you, his voice cracking a little as he spoke.

“I- I’m not sure. I was just—”

“Could you put your camera on for me, baby? I wanna see you so bad.” he requests. You jump out of bed to turn on the bedroom light and your eyes squint immediately. The invasion of light bursting your retinas. You press the FaceTime button and soon enough you’re seeing your boyfriends sweet smiling face. “Oh my God, I can’t tell you how good it is to see you.” he grins, eyes visibly lined with a sheet of tears.

The sight of your boyfriend makes you cry even more. His perfect pink hair you’ve missed running your fingers through. His toothy grin that can light up a room and warm your heart. His warm brown eyes that are filled with so much comfort and care.

“Y-Yuuji, I- I’ve missed you s-so much.” you manage to stammer out, it makes him laugh lightly but he clears his throat.

“I know! I’ve missed you too, princess. So much.”

“Then why- why d-didn’t you call?” you manage to ask him even while you were fighting to keep your resolve.

“The coach took our phones from us! All of us! He said we need to focus on our skills and careers. I’m so sorry I couldn’t call. It’s been hell, really.” he explains. You feel more guilty than ever. It’s not that you thought he’d forgotten about you this whole time or that he might have strayed with some other girl; but knowing it was out of his hands makes you feel like the worst person in the world. “Not being able to talk to you was killing me! And I know how upset you were before I left… are you okay? Have you been okay without me?”

You pause for a minute.

Have you been okay?

You cried. You’ve been crying and crying for so long you don’t even remember the last time you went a full day and managed to keep it together. He’s been gone for no time at all, but even with him here Megumi was making your life unbearable.

Have you been okay since he entered your life? Have you been okay since Yuuji left? Have you been okay since the festival, and the events of that night?

“… I—”

“What? What is it?” Yuuji asks immediately. He can tell by your facial expression that something isn’t right. Even through a low quality screen he knows you aren’t yourself. “You look like you want to tell me something, talk to me baby.”

Should you tell him? This is the best opportunity you have to come clean. It’ll break his heart, and yours. But lying to him is worse. Keeping it a secret and risking him finding out another way is worse. What if Megumi’s switch flips again and he decides to tell Yuuji? It would sound terrible coming from him. After all, Yuuji loathes him and that’s because of you. They were best friends; and that will make it sting even more. He tossed his friendship aside without hesitation when he found out you were being bullied by Fushiguro. So finding out you cheated on him with Megumi from Megumi would have to be the ultimate insult to him and your relationship.

“Yuuji, there’s something I need to—”

“Itadori? Is that your girlfriend?” you hear a voice muffled through the speaker. Yuuji nods and smiles proudly. “Show us your tits sweetheart!” he yells. Yuuji stands up and takes his phone with him into another room. He sets it down and you think it must be a bathroom. The lighting is warm and there’s tiles behind him.

“Sorry about that…” he apologises. You just smile weakly back at him. “There’s four of us sharing a room, I’m glad I don’t live in the dorms normally because this sucks.” he explains.

“I really miss you, Yuuji. I wish you were back home…”

“Me too, princess. I miss so much about being home with you.” he smiles to himself and then looks up from his feet and into his screen. “I miss falling asleep beside you…”

“Yeah? What else do you miss?” you wonder, a genuine curiosity flowing through your system.

“Well… I miss holding you when we watch movies. And I miss tickling your back when you can’t sleep. I miss eating junk food with you. Walking to classes with you, too. And I- I miss—” he stops, turning away and smirking to the side. It’s almost as if he’s making sure someone won’t walk in and interrupt.

“Yuuji? Are you okay?”

He looks back at you, the corners of his mouth reaching from ear to ear as he stares at you.

“Of course I’m okay,” he starts. He leans in towards the camera, cutting off the top half of his face and showing a close up of his mouth and jawline. “I miss your pussy, baby. I miss eating you out everyday before class, how perfect you taste and how pretty you look when you cum f’me.” he whispers, leaning back when he finishes. Your face is boiling, and your boyfriend’s cheeks are almost as red as the hoody he’s wearing.

“Yuuji!” you squeak, embarrassment blooming through your entire system and warming your body to temperatures you didn’t even know you could reach.

“I’m sorry,” he laughs. “But it’s true!”

You aren’t sure what to say to him. You’ve missed it too. Even the week before he left when he ran you ragged and just had to have you. He always takes care of you in the best ways. He’s sweet, tender and loving when you’re with him so intimately. Being without him has been hell. And for some fucking reason you decided to make everything a million times worse for yourself.

“Have you… have you been okay without me? Not just, like that, but… emotionally?” he asks you, his usual bright smile fading into a more serious expression.

“It’s… It’s been really hard, Yuuji. I can’t wait for you to come home.” you reply. He nods, agreeing.

“Then, uh,” his cheeky smile is back and he’s too shy to keep looking at you through the camera. “What about like that? Everything okay without me to help ya?” he laughs, it makes you laugh along with him to hear him be his usual self. He’s such a tease and a clown, more of the things that make you love him so much.

“It’s fine, Yuuji. But of course I miss you ‘like that’, silly.” you tell him, falling backwards onto the mattress so that your head is between your pillows.

“Babe?”

“Yeah?”

“I haven’t… I- things aren’t fine for me, baby.” he explains. You wonder what he means as the words leave him. Is the trip taking its toll on him? Is he being bullied in his class? Is the training too hard? But when you repeat his words a few times in your mind things begin to slot into place. You’re fine, but he isn’t. “My balls are achin’, got blue balls like a mother fucker.” he laughs at himself. You coo in sympathy, feeling bad that you can’t help him relieve any stress or let him get lost in your taste.

“I’ll bet it’s hard to jerk off with roommates.” you speak, an offering tone of compassion in your words.

“More like impossible.” he sighs. “But I’m alone right now, in here. And the door’s locked…”

“Do you wanna go and, um, take care of yourself? I should probably go to b—”

“No no no! Please don’t go!” he replies, silencing you instantly. “I was wondering if you’d wanna… have you ever—? Um… baby, I— I miss you. Would you wanna have phone sex with me?” he asks, earnestly.

The question takes you aback slightly. Phone sex. You’ve never done it before but it seems like Yuuji has. You’re worried you might screw it up or make things worse for him. And what if one of his teammates manages to find a way in and sees what you’re doing? One of your phones could get hacked and somehow find a way to expose the footage to your family and friends or even the entire internet! But he looks so sweet, and he asked oh so nicely. Like he’s desperate for you to say yes. He knows it won’t compare to the real thing. Being pussy drunk between your legs is one of the greatest pleasures of his life. But this is an emergency. This is the longest he’s ever been without feeling you. Tasting you. Just having you in any way that he can is a win in his eyes.

“Yeah, okay. We can do that. What do you want me to do, baby?” you ask him. He smiles, running away from the camera leaving you very confused. Suddenly you hear the sound of a shower turn on and within an instant he’s back. Smart.

“Can you take your top off for me, princess?” he requests. You nod. You put your phone down on the pillow beside you while you sit upright and pull your top over your head. Once your breasts are exposed you lie back down, picking your phone up and holding it above your body for him to see. “Holy fuck, baby. Almost forgot how beautiful you are.” he tells you. The praise rages through your body, igniting your cheeks and dampening your plush core.

You watch as Yuuji takes his hoody off, a white t-shirt coming off with it. He exposes his abs, his perfectly sculpted body that you had almost forgotten about. He runs his fingers through his hair and grins before leaning forward.

“Wish I could feel you for real, angel. Wanna make you feel so good…” he speaks and it’s so disgustingly dreamy that you can’t control the way your pussy throbs at the sound. Feeling Yuuji touching and pleasing you is all you want and need. It’s all you’ve ever wanted or needed and that absence in your life has thrown you into the arms of another man who isn’t even worth thinking about let alone being with.

“Yuuji? W-What do you want me to do?” you ask him, earning a smirk from him again.

“First, I want you to prop your phone up so I can really look at you, princess. Wanna see your whole body.” he explains. You rest the phone against the now silent TV and sit on the end of the bed for him to inspect you. You move your body around a little, allowing him to examine your breasts jiggle ever so slightly. “F-Fuck…” he stutters.

He pulls out his cock and starts jerking it slowly. Yuuji’s head tilts forward as he allows himself to spit on it; makeshift lube in his unfortunate dorm situation.

“Lie back, please, baby, I—” he struggles to speak, hissing through his words and forcing himself to slow down as he gets too excited. “Take your pretty panties off f’me… a-and open your legs.”

You do as you’re told, lying back so that your shoulder blades are pressed against the mattress. You raise your hips a little so that you can pull down your underwear. He puffs out a heavy sigh of air when you straighten your legs above you and pull off your panties to give him a real show. Once your knees are bent again and your legs are wide enough to see your shimmering cunt, he can’t help but chuckle.

The prettiest pussy he’ll ever see.

“Fuck, baby, your p-panties dangling from your ankle like that… y’look like a pornstar.” he stammers, chest beaming with pride knowing that you’re the most beautiful girl in the world and somehow, you’re his.

“Yeah? Think I look pretty, Yuuji?”

“So pretty, baby. I’d tell you to do porn if I wouldn’t be s-so jealous. I just — fuck — I love you. So perfect ‘n you’re all mine.” he tells you. It makes you gulp awkwardly and your legs instinctively close. You’re embarrassed. Of course in your mind you’re all his and no one else matters.

But you know what you’re done.

You’ve betrayed him in the worst way and you are lying to his face.

“Want you to cum, princess, wanna cum together.” he tells you. You remember where you are and what you’re doing and snap back to reality. You nod at his proposal, licking two fingers before snaking them down your torso to rub your clit. “N-No, not like that.”

“W-What?”

“Get your toys. Get your toys baby, your little secret stash you think I don’t know about.” he grunts, gritting his teeth at the thought and forcing himself to take a break from pleasuring himself before he ruins everything for you both. His announcement stills you.

He knows?

Should you admit it? Should you play dumb? Is it a trick?

“M-My toys? I don’t have— what are you—?”

“Don’t do that baby, I know you have them hidden at the bottom of the wardrobe in the upstairs bedroom. Be a good girl f’me and get the box.” he laughs. You feel your entire body flush with a humiliated heat as you realise he really does know and he’s probably known for a long time.

It’s like doing a walk of shame.

When you stand to your feet and leave the camera radius, it’s like you’re walking away from the most embarrassing situation you’ve ever been in.

“Y-Yuuji, how did you know? I’m… I’m so sorry.”

“I found ‘em by accident when I was looking for my sneakers! But don’t be sorry, don’t you dare be sorry. I don’t mind, I don’t care. I’m happy when you’re happy; and I’m even happier when you feel good. And sometimes we like to go solo, and that’s okay! If you wanna use toys to get off and have some alone time, I’d never be mad about that baby.”

You sit back down on the bed with the ivory shoe box in your hands and on your lap. Your eyes are filled with tears as it all comes rushing back to you. How perfect he is. How he’s always so fucking understanding and just an all-round wonderful human being.

You love him

You love him.

No one else but him.

“You’re the best b-boyfriend ever, Yuuji. I l-love you…” you tell him.

“I’m pretty great, aren’t I? So good to you. Good with my words and my tongue. And I’ve got a big cock that’s missing being inside your pretty pussy.” he teasingly gloats which makes you smile joyously and the tears threatening to spill retreat back into your eyes. “Also… check the top shelf in the closet. The black Adidas sports bag.” he instructs you.

Your brows quirk but you aren’t one to deny Yuuji of any request. You use the stool tucked away beside the shoes at the bottom of the wardrobe to give you enough height to reach the top shelf. Your hands feel around until you come into contact with the undeniable texture of a sturdy sports bag.

You unzip it.

Your mouth widens in surprise; though your gasping soon turns to amused laughter.

After stepping down from the stool, you rush back to the end of the bed and present your findings to Yuuji. His face turns red, and you can tell he might be regretting sharing this with you.

“Yuuji! You have a fleshlight?!” you giggle.

“Listen, don’t judge! It feels good. Not as good as you! Like I said, a little solo time never hurt no one. So don’t be embarrassed about your little stash, we both got one!” he assures you.

Fuck.

He really is the best.

“S-So…” you try to get the conversation back on track and into lewder territory again. “Have you looked inside? Is there something you want me to use?” you wonder. He nods, of course he’s looked. And he knows exactly what he wants to see you do.

“Take out the black dildo you got, and the big pink wand vibrator.” he tells you.

You raise the lid from the box and pick out what has been requested by him. You hold them up for him to see, and he grins cheekily.

“Okay, lie back again,” he commands. And you do, of course. “F-Fuck yourself f’me. Pretend it’s me with you.”

You slide the thick black cock into your aching cunt, mewling at the insertion. Your chest flutters, rapidly rising and falling as you get used to having the biggest cock in your collection in your sensitive walls.

“Oh… — fuck — baby, your pussy. Your fucking pussy…” he hums, throwing his head back and squinting his eyes closed as he tries to hold in his release. “So pretty gettin’ stretched out like that. Wish it was me doin’ it, need it to be me.” he grunts, focusing on you again as he inspects how gorgeously you pleasure yourself.

“Wish it was you, too, Yuuji. Miss you s’much. Miss you bein’ in me… feelin’ me… makin’ me c-cum.” you moan. Your words rush straight to his cock and his slit leaks pre like a fucking waterfall.

God.

He can’t take it.

He can’t take being this far away from you when he needs you wrapped around him this fucking badly.

“Princess, ‘m not gonna last. I want to, God, I fucking want to, but I can’t. I wanna cum together, alright? You need to cum with me.” he informs you.

“Okay Yuuji, I’ll cum. I’ll cum f’you.” you promise lustfully.

“Use the wand, now. H-Highest setting on your pretty puffy clit f’me. Make her feel so good, make her cum nice ‘n hard.”

You stop fucking yourself with the dildo momentarily as you pick up the vibrator and press against your throbbing clit. Your body jitters as you press the little plus button on the sides until you are at the highest setting. The forceful pressure against your little bead makes you tremor and moan louder than you had intended.

You want to stop, but you can’t.

Moans of pleasure escape you again and again without your permission. Yuuji aches at the sight of your body unable to keep still as the euphoric build up pulses through you.

“Babe, baby—” Yuuji hesitates, trying to catch his breath as he gathers his thoughts. “Don’t stop— don’t stop fucking yourself, baby.” he instructs you. Your right hand travels back down your body so that you can hold the dildo, quickly pushing it in and out of your eager entrance. “That’s it, princess. Good girl. Good fucking girl just like that.”

“Yuuji! Yuuji—!” you warn him, knowing you’re going to tip over the edge at any moment.

“Me too! Let go, let go baby.” he speaks, granting you permission to arrive at your peak destination with each other.

Hearing his moans is like unlocking a memory you didn’t know you’d forgotten. He’s so loud when he cums. He’s so loud in bed. Whenever he eats your pussy he moans into your sex. Utterly pussy drunk and enamoured with the taste of you. Passionate groans and adoring praise spill from his lips whenever he devours your flavour.

But when he’s like this, when he is the one that’s cumming you can hear it rising deep from the pits of his lungs. The moans from your boyfriend are somehow so deep and yet so whiny all in one erotic bout.

It’s the desperation, you think.

The wanton desire to cum and be loved evoking such primitive yet determined moans.

It makes you wetter.

It turns you on so badly to know how adored and worshipped you are by such an attentive delicate lover. Hearing him moan for you makes your body temperature decrease into a cold shiver after achieving your high but still feeling so impossibly aroused.

You love him.

If you weren’t so exhausted you’d make yourself cum again.

But the only thing on your mind is cleaning yourself up, and staying on the phone with Yuuji until you drift off into sleep.

Maybe you’ll hear from him more now that he’s got his phone back.

You can put all of the Megumi nonsense behind you and focus on him.

“I’ll shower after you go to bed, alright? It’s late, you should sleep.” Yuuji tells you. You shake your head, intent on telling him that he has to stay on the phone with you.

“Yuuji I want—”

There’s a knock through the speaker of your phone and you realise someone is trying to get your boyfriends attention. You run to pick up your phone, watching Yuuji tuck his cock back into his sweats as you shut off your camera and mute your microphone.

“What is it, dude? I’m talking to my girl right now, I’m busy.” Yuuji informs his classmate. The fact that he’s prioritising you over anything is making your heart swell in your chest. The arousing chill you felt has been replaced by a loving warmth. You can’t wait to get his attention again, Lord knows you need it right now.

“There’s someone on the hotel phone for you. Said it’s urgent, like, really important—”

“Yeah I know what urgent means, thanks.” Yuuji responds, it makes you giggle. “Just tell ‘em I’ll call them back.”

“Yuuji, it sounds serious man. Sounded like something is wrong.”

Yuuji sighs and then looks at the camera. You sigh even louder, but thankfully he didn’t hear. You unmute yourself and force a smile. You hope that the shape of your mouth will translate to the words you’re about to say.

The reality is, you’re devastated.

“It’s fine, Yuuji…” you tell him, “Like you said, it’s late. I should be going to bed. Just… try and call me again soon. Please?”

“Of course I will. I’ll have to sneak my phone back into the coach’s office but I’ll do what I can. I love you so much.” he smiles.

“I love you too.”

“Bye baby.”

“Bye Yuuji.”

The breaking beginnings of daylight began to filter through the windows and across Megumi’s damp, sweaty face. He couldn’t find the courage to open his eyes. He’s unsure as to whether he and Gojo were too drunk the prior evening to close the curtains or if his sister was issuing them some cruel penance for their idiocy.

Megumi could feel his brain pounding against his skull. It wasn’t a headache or a migraine, in his mind, he thought someone had shoved an air pump directly into his brain to make it pulse and deflate just as quickly.

He pushed himself upright and held his eyes tightly closed, using his free hand to massage his forehead.

His eyes slowly opened, the blazing sunlight burning them as it filled his vision. He realised he wasn’t in his bed. He wasn’t in any bed. His arms were cold from being exposed to the temperature of the room all night, having spent the night in the living room without a blanket.

His attempt to land his feet firmly on the ground was thwarted as he felt a bony leg beneath him. He looked down to see Gojo, fast asleep, on the carpet wearing an eye mask he got from God knows where.

Megumi kicked him softly a few times before he began to wake up. After taking off his eye mask, he almost hissed and recoiled from the unforgiving sun. Neither of them could stand it, but the two of them couldn’t face standing fully upright to close the curtain. It was almost a competition to see who would be the one to cave in first. Who could withstand the blinding sun the longest? Who could cope with their hangovers the best to remain comfortable?

Gojo could.

Megumi thought his brain might melt out of his ears, nose and mouth if he didn’t block out the sun from the front room. Gojo chuckled, cockily, before lying back down on the ground.

“There’s another couch, you know?” Megumi informed him.

Gojo’s head turned to see the other couch, shrugging his shoulders at it in response.

“Worrying about me, Megumi?” Gojo teased, earning a disgruntled scoff from Megumi who promptly returned to massaging his battered head. “I think you should be more worried about yourself.”

“The hell’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, don’t tell me you forgot the epiphany you had last night?” Gojo rested on his elbows and looked at Megumi with an infuriating grin plastered across his face. “I’d be happy to remind you.”

Megumi paused, raising an eyebrow as he contemplated the evening they spent together. He examined the room and took note of the discarded garbage littered around the front room. The table was covered in beer bottles and sticky with the spilled honey liquid which told him they carried on partying when they returned home.

He spotted an empty baggy behind Gojo’s head which he knew used to be coke. He looked between the bag and his friend, wondering why it was so close to him. He wasn’t even sure whether he should ask. It isn’t something Gojo would do.

Or is it?

“Uh, Gojo? Did we do, uh, you didn’t get high last night, did you?” he fumbled over his wording, doubting himself how to ask Gojo the question and feeling awkward to be having this conversation.

It would be different to ask Toji that very same question. Mostly because the answer would be a resounding yes. But despite him being the reason that Megumi is alive, he doesn’t consider him a father in the same way he secretly does Gojo. He and Toji are more like… poorly mismatched friends.

Frenemies, really.

“Dodging the question, huh?” Gojo smiles, he shakes his head and then fixes his gaze on him. “I didn’t, you know I’m not into that.”

“No, I know.”

“So… you really don’t remember what you said to me last night?” Gojo queried.

Megumi slumped back into the couch as he tried to find any fragment of a memory in his beer-addled mind. Maybe he’s just trying to fuck with him. He only remembers shooting some pool and laughing a lot. What could he have said that should be so memorable?

His eyes bulge.

He hopes to fucking God that Gojo doesn’t notice. But he thinks it might be something to do with you. Tsumiki wouldn’t shut her fucking mouth about the two of you being stranded for the weekend. Megumi knows how irritable he is, even without alcohol being involved. If you were playing on his mind, who knows what he said. Something embarrassing, he’s sure.

“Shut up,” Megumi responds, lying back down and turning away from him. “I’m too hungover for this shit. Stop messin’ with me.” he groans, shutting his eyes in hopes that he can get a little more sleep before trying to make his afternoon classes.

“It’ll come to you later.” Gojo teases.

It’s an unexpected surprise, but somehow after around ten minutes they both manage to drift off to sleep again. It’s uncomfortable, though. The couches aren’t the best place to sleep, and the room seems to spin for each of them.

But, still, they’re snoring soundly.

The idea that Megumi was planning to go to class today at all was laughable. Even in sleep the only thing on his mind is repeating the cycle of waking then sleeping until the day is over.

The front door sounds almost imperceptibly. The soft clicking of the door handle lowering and rising again catches Megumi’s attention, as does the sound of the door closing carefully and snapping into place.

It isn’t important, to him.

Likely just Tsumiki coming back home for whatever she forgot, doing her best to not disturb the two of them as they sleep off their regrets.

His eyes squint tighter as the curtains are flung back open. They relax again when a tall figure seems to stand in front of the window and blocks out the sunshine.

He hadn’t realised Tsumiki had grown so tall.

She’s perfectly shielding him with her hulking figure. He also hadn’t realised she’d been going to the gym to workout lately. Is she training to be a body builder?

“Are you FUCKING kidding me?”

Oh shit.

Megumi’s eyes widen to see that his hulking sister is in fact his gargantuan father. Emerald eyes burning down at him hotter than the sun warming Toji’s back. His brows are furrowed and his teeth are bared as he practically growls his annoyance at him.

He kicks Gojo awake with his foot, clearly not in the mood to entertain either of them.

“Get up you white haired fuck. Get up!” Toji insults as he continues kicking him. Gojo uses the couch and the coffee table to hoist himself up so that he’s sitting upright. He removes his eye mask and places it down beside him and grins cheekily at Toji; the expression visually igniting a fire almost visibly behind his pupils.

“Welcome back, papaguro.” Gojo smirks.

“Shut the fuck up Gojo,” he does his best to remain composed despite the current circumstances. “Fuck is wrong with you? Both of you.”

“Give it a rest, Toji.” Megumi tells him, almost warning him with his words. Toji scoffs and faces him again.

“Back to this shit, huh? Giving me a fucking attitude because you didn’t get your own way this weekend and now you’re risking your education. Don’t be so pathetic, Megumi.”

“Me pathetic? What— no, fuck it. I’m a student. You think other university students don’t get drunk and cut classes now and then?” he says, attempting to defend himself. Though it falls on deaf ears as Toji shakes his head and sucks his teeth in disappointment.

“Think I’m stupid? Course I know that’s part of the student experience. But I don’t give a shit what other kids are doin’. I care about what my kid’s doin’. I’m sticking around here tryin’ to make sure I set you on the right path and you do shit right. Show some fuckin’ respect to me, your sister, and the teachers willing to educate you, shithead.”

“Oh please—”

“Enough,” Toji interrupts as he turns his attention to Gojo. “And you. Thought you promised Yuuji you’d take care of his girlfriend while he was away.” Toji reminds him.

“I did, but I’m sure you’ll remember you weren’t the biggest fan of that idea. So I decided to back off and focus on your actual kid who needs you, not her.” Gojo replies.

“Real smart mouth, Satoru. Did it slip both of your minds that she’s scared of drivin’ and I wasn’t around this morning to take her to school?” Toji informs them. A look of guilt falls on Gojo’s face as he does indeed recall that little tidbit of information. Megumi looks down awkwardly at his lap.

“Sick’a hearin’ about her. You’re obsessed. Both of you. Never fucking shut up about her.” Megumi mumbles under his breath.

Before he can register what is happening, Toji is hoisting him up by his shirt and dragging him to his feet.

“Get up those stairs and take the fastest shower you’ve ever taken in your life. Smell like a drunk delinquent, shithead.” Toji commands him. Megumi skulks away, heading towards the stairs and towards the bathroom. “Wait—” Toji interrupts, stopping him in his tracks.

“What?”

Toji bends over and picks up the empty baggy he’d forgotten about behind Gojo. He holds it up for him to see between his two dominant fingers, pure annoyance adorning his features.

“You need help, kid.” Toji tells him.

“The fuck do you care? I’m fine, speak for yourself. I know you do it.” Megumi retorts.

“You doin’ all this shit to punish me or yourself, Megs? It’s not right. This isn’t the way, believe me I’ve tried, kiddo.”

“Fuck you. Fuck this, I’m going to bed.”

“Hey,” Toji stops him again, pointing at him with a fierce accusatory finger. “Get in the fucking shower and get dressed. You’re gonna learn something today. Whether it’s something at school or how hard I have to kick my foot up your ass to make you fly there. Do as your fuckin’ told for once in your life.”

Megumi huffs furiously but finds himself obeying. Like he always does. Toji’s body angles so that he’s looking down at Megumi’s second father; grimacing as he lets that God awful thought run rampant in his mind.

Satoru slowly stands to his feet, allowing the two of them to make eye contact with each other. The air is rife with tension. It’s heavy and uncomfortable. So much so that Toji feels the need to break the silence.

“How come I’m the biggest piece of shit to exist when I’m trying to do good by him? But you’re a God damn hero for taking him out drinking and letting him skip school and get high. Are ya fuckin’ shitting me?” Toji rants at him, only growing more annoyed when Gojo smirks at his raging thoughts.

“Toji, you left him. And I was there. It’s that simple. Taking him to school and scolding him are what you should have been doing when he was a kid. I did my best but I’m not his dad, that’s you. That is why you’re a piece of shit.”

“Yeah, whatever. He’ll come around; he’s my kid. Now get the fuck out of here before I beat you near death. Not quite there, but you’ll beg for me to end it. And if I find out you’ve been drinking with him or letting him do this shit ever again, I’ll make sure you never see him. S’that clear?” Toji cautions him.

“Crystal,” Gojo salutes, bending down to pick up his jacket and head out the front door. “See ya around, papaguro.”

The day was horrifically awkward. You couldn’t have been more uncomfortable if you tried. You hadn’t expected Megumi to be in today, so when he rolled in around midday you froze in your seat. It took everything you had to not look at him or make eye contact.

The grass swaying in the breeze on the campus green suddenly seemed oh so appealing as you couldn’t dare turn away from it. You aren’t sure if Megumi noticed you. To be perfectly honest you didn’t even want to know. You couldn’t feel any worse than you already did after talking to Yuuji.

How could you stoop so low?

Strands of your hair flowed, following the path he had taken to get to a desk a few rows behind you. He slammed his sketchbook dramatically on the desk, forcing everyone to turn to him to see what was going on. They were met with his usual angsty stare.

He isn’t sure what else they expected.

He waited until his nosy classmates averted their stares so that he could rest his head down on his book. He thinks his brain might burst if he doesn’t get some more sleep. Your curiosity gets the better of you when you turn around to see what he’s doing.

Why are you surprised?

Megumi’s delinquency knows no bounds, apparently.

You spend the class and whatever other free time you have the of day making notes for your dissertation. You think you’re fairly close to having enough written down to be able to start writing it soon; the introduction paragraph at the very least.

As the day came to an end you walked towards the exit. A small ‘oof’ slips by your lips as you’re shoulder barged by none other than Megumi Fushiguro as he hurries past you. No doubt he’ll be getting a ride from Gojo today.

You’re shocked as you see him walk towards Toji’s car, receiving a slap upside the head as he’s forced into the car.

“Hi gorgeous, missed ya.” he greets you cheekily. “Get in, I’ll drop you off home.” he offers. You shake your head, though, attempting to make it subtle that you have no desire to be in a confined space with his son again.

“I got a cab here today, I’m just gonna take one home.” you tell him as you get closer to him. He bends down to give you a hug, which you kindly reciprocate.

“Get in the car, princess. Don’t make me ask again.” he tells you. It’s strange. Incredibly intimidating but weirdly sexually charged. Though you’re probably reading too much into it. You smile, sheepishly, nodding your head. He opens the door for you and helps boost you into the ridiculously tall vehicle.

“T-Thank you, Toji.” you tell him. He shakes his head, though.

“S’no problem sweetheart, told ya I’d be your driver for as long as you need.” Toji told you, his words were so warm and caring. You could almost melt hearing him talk, knowing he’d go above and beyond to take care of you while you had no one else to turn to is a joy you never knew you needed.

“Pfft,” Megumi huffs beside him, Toji urges him to speak his mind which earns an eyeroll from his son. “Just remembering this morning when you said I’m pathetic.” he added.

“Excuse me?” Toji responds.

“Can’t hear me old man? I’m saying you’re pathetic.”

“Watch your mouth, kid. The fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“’Sweetheart’? I’d say it’s pretty pathetic to be flirting with a girl your sons age from his fucking class.” Megumi speaks confidently, his voice raising and forcing you to retreat into yourself even more in the backseat.

“Aw, Megs, don’t tell me you’re jealous I’m not calling you sweetheart? What is wrong with you, I’m just bein’ friendly I’m not flirting. Surprised you even know what flirting is considering you have the social skills of a fuckin’ recluse you incel.”

“D-Did you just call me an incel?”

“Yeah, I did. I’m a dad not a grandpa, I use the internet everyday just like you, incel.” Toji continues tormenting his son with a wicked smile on his face and a glimmer in his eye.

They’re one in the same.

“Tch. Stop that, I’m no incel.”

“Hah! Yeah right. When’s the last time you got any?”

“I—” before he could continue, he caught your begging glare in the rear-view mirror. “Well, there’s been a few girls since I moved.” he responds, lowering his volume as he turns his head to look out the window.

“Sounds convincing.”

“He, um—” you interrupt their conversation, Toji had almost forgotten you were even in the car with them. “I saw him with a girl in our class at Independent a few weeks back…” you announce, the tips of Megumi’s ears turn bright red.

“Yeah? You a witness to him trying to pick her up and then lash out when things wouldn’t go his own way?” he smiles, the type of smile people do when they find themselves funny even if no one else does.

“He had his hand down her pants and they were conspiring to drug my drink.” you respond. It takes him aback and you hear the biggest sigh emit from Megumi’s throat. “Sorry, this father son drama was getting a little uncomfortable, so I thought I’d make you guys uncomfortable too!” you add cheerfully, exhaling a satisfied breath and letting the sun warm your face through the open window.

“If you wanna tell my dad shit that’s none of your business, O’Keeffe, I’m happy to do the same.”

You couldn’t get out of the car quick enough when Toji parked outside of your place. You picked up your belongings and more or less ran towards the door. Toji followed you, evidently concerned with your wellbeing. He suspected Megumi was at fault.

He usually is, after all.

“Hold on, princess.” he demanded, holding his hand out to you. “You’re shakin’, let me hold your bag.”

You nodded, giving him your heavy tote bag while you fumbled with your house keys. He followed you inside when you eventually managed to get the door open. It alarms you slightly when you realise Toji has zero intention of putting your bag down anywhere for you. He’s holding onto it with an iron grip and staring at you intensely.

He whistles, garnering Megumi’s attention and forcing him to come inside as well.

The Fushiguro’s sure know how to make themselves at home.

“You seem a little touchy, darlin’. Did he do somethin’?” Toji wonders. Your guard is raised, shaking your head defensively as you do your best to assure him all is well. “Alright then. Megs, go help her pack a suitcase.” he instructs.

“Why?” you and his son respond simultaneously to his statement.

“You’re stayin’ at ours for a few nights.” Toji informs you.

“No!” you speak at the same time yet again, looking at each other suspiciously as you realise you are unintentionally jinxing each other with each reply.

“Yeah, ya are. I don’t want you here alone. Keepin’ an eye on ya. Both of ya.” he explains, his eyes homing in on his son with an agitated stare. It’s incredible how intimidating one man can be.

“I— Yuuji… he called me last night. I want to be alone in case he calls again.” you explain. Megumi turns to look at you. Eyes wide and scowling. His teeth are bared and he does all he can to stop himself from yelling at you. You’re not looking at him, though. You’re too busy hoping that your plea will be enough to make Toji consider his spontaneous and seemingly non-negotiable offer.

“S’alright princess. You’ll get your privacy, you’ll be staying in my room and I’ll take the air mattress downstairs.”

“But—”

“Enough. Go pack, give her a hand Megs.”

You turn away from them both, slowly, hurrying up the stairs and out of their line of vision. They hear the door slam after yourself, but they can’t hear the way you’re backed against it and hyperventilating at the thought of staying at your former bully’s home.

Megumi trudges up the stairs after you, taking his sweet time to avoid helping you as much as possible. You startle when he knocks on the door, taking one final deep breath to gain any semblance of composure.

The door swings open and your stomach drops when you notice how tall he is. How close he is. How good he smells. You go to your wardrobe and pull out a little red suitcase, raking your fingers through your hair and attempting to stop the tears that are beginning to swell in your eyes.

“I uh— I’m sorry, about him.” Megumi apologises on his father’s behalf. You face him and find yourself licking your lips in the process. You need a ChapStick, desperately. You break away from looking at him so that you can find one somewhere in your room. “It’s pretty hard to change his mind when he gets an idea in his head… I didn’t know anything about it.”

“It’s fine.” you tell him, bluntly. It isn’t fine and you both know it, but you’ll be damned if he sees you weak again. That’s something he’s seen too much and taken advantage of too many times.

His mouth turns to a thin-lipped line as he watches you apply strawberry lip balm to your lips. You toss it into the suitcase and begin rummaging through your wardrobe to pick a few casual outfits for school.

He’s staring at your suitcase.

No, through it.

He’s focusing on the bed underneath it. Your bed. The place you sleep night after night.

With him.

Your fucking boyfriend who gets to have you and be with you whenever and however he wants.

Why does he care?

Why does he fucking care?

“So, you talked to Yuuji last night, huh?” Megumi asks. He notices your movements pause despite how quickly you resume packing. “How is he?”

“Fine.” you say, not wishing to expand on the conversation any further.

“What did you talk about?” he wonders, curiously.

“That’s none of your business, Megumi.” you speak as you pack a pair of jeans into your case and stare at him impatiently.

“I— I know that, I just meant… did he say anything to you? About why he hasn’t called?”

“… yes, he did. Again, that’s no business of yours.” you say sternly, returning to your wardrobe as you pick a couple of more items of clothing to wear through the week.

“Did you tell him about us?” he questions, immediately regretting letting the words fall from his mouth.

“Shush!” you whisper, pushing him further into your room so that Toji definitely can’t hear either of you talking. “Of course I didn’t, I don’t want to lose him. And there is no us, are you fucking kidding me with this? God!” you exclaim as quietly as you can.

There’s no us.

Why does his chest feel tight all of a sudden?

He sits down on the bed, holding his chest and taking slow and deep breaths. The bed is pissing him off the more and more he thinks about it. About him. The bed. The fucking bed. He’s so angry and hurt and he doesn’t know what to do with himself. He can feel himself gearing up to lash out.

You walk by him to get to the chest of drawers that are opposite to the bed. It’s like some sordid little secret as you take a bunch of panties from the top drawer and race back to toss them in your suitcase.

It’s silly, really. He’s had his fingers inside of you, there’s nothing remotely secret about you anymore when it comes to Megumi. Though the panties get his mind racing. He truthfully hasn’t stopped thinking about that night.

Or the night after, for that matter.

It came back to him.

What Gojo said he’d be more than happy to remind him about; he remembered all on his own.

He said that he loves you.

He said it over the weekend when you were both high. And he said it to Gojo last night. He hates it, but there’s a chance he hates himself more. He can’t actually love you, can he? You barely know each other. But he thinks about you all of the time. He thinks about how you were with each other this last weekend. He thinks about your soft thighs and plush insides and the delicious way your face contorts when you cum.

But you said that there’s ‘no us’.

And it hurt his chest. His heart. Is that what heartbreak is?

“Are you being so defensive because you were sexting him last night?” Megumi asked, unable to stop the words from leaving his mouth.

“Excuse me? I— we— it was just a FaceTime call, Megumi.”

“Phone sex, then?”

“I don’t… I don’t want to talk about my personal calls with my boyfriend. It’s really nothing of your concern, so—”

“So, you did. Classy.” he interjects, rudely. “For an heiress you aren’t very upstanding or respectable, are you?” he comments, and it takes you aback a great deal.

“What’s your problem? You’re back to giving me shit again? Why do I keep letting myself believe we’re over this?” you ask him. He merely scoffs and stands to his feet.

“Was it in here? Huh? You touch yourself right here on this bed while you said how much you missed each other?”

“Stop it.”

“Even though you know damn well you don’t give a shit about him or miss him as much you say as you do otherwise you wouldn’t have gotten into bed with me this weekend.”

“Megumi, please! I love him and miss him; this weekend was a mistake. We were high and—”

“You practically begged for me because you wanted me so bad…” he looks around as he decides how he wants to goad you next. “You fuck him in this bed, too?”

“Enough Megumi, please stop it.”

“Was he your first? Girls like you are meant to wait til you’re married, y’know.”

“Why does it matter? He wasn’t my first, but so what? Why do you care? This isn’t the fucking 1800s I can sleep with whoever I want whenever I want! You expect me to save myself until I’m married you fucking misogynist? What if I don’t wanna get married at all? Should I join a nunnery? Fuck you.”

“Fuck you. You’re a slut. Your body count is three or more and you can’t even stay committed to a guy you think you love when you clearly don’t, or you wouldn’t have been with me. You’re a selfish little bitch who’s only happy when she’s getting dicked down or getting her own way.”

“Get out, Megumi. I fucking hate you and I hate myself for giving into you. I didn’t think I’d hate anyone as much as I hate Naoya, but you’re just another rotten apple from a rotten family tree.”

Megumi flips you off as he leaves your room, slamming the door behind himself and quick stepping down the stairs. Toji stands up, standing in Megumi’s way in an attempt to question him over what just happened. Megumi’s body coursed with rage, powerful enough to shove his father aside and walk out of your home.

He pulls out his phone, quickly scrolling through his contacts until he finds who he needs.

It rings…

And rings…

And ri—

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s Megumi. I’m back in town… I was wondering if you could help me out.”

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ARB Birthday Special 2023: Sayaka Miyuki

~~ September 23rd ~~

“Courage doesn’t mean you don’t get afraid. Courage means you don’t let fear stop you.”

“Ah! Hello there! Fancy meeting you here! It’s always nice to see a familiar face, how have you been?…Hm? What’s this?”

“Oh a gift? For me?…Oh, that’s right! How could I forget my birthday again?…Haha, thank you so much for the gift!”

Voice Lines:

“Goodness, somehow I managed to hit 32. Haha, I’m not complaining of course, it just amazes me to see how far I’ve come, I’m sure if younger me saw current me now, she’d be quite surprised haha.”

“Hm, it’s such a nice day out. Perhaps me and the girls should have a picnic to celebrate, just the four of us spending some quality time together, there’s no better way to celebrate.”

“Hello Papa, I know it’s been a while since I’ve last visited, life has kept me busy and I know that’s no excuse so I’m sorry. I’ve tried to contact Mother but I’m not surprised that she hasn’t answered, quite sad isn’t it? Things were so much easier when you were around, they weren’t perfect, of course not, but still, at least we were whole, at least we were a family…and now…I’m sorry, I’m sure you didn’t want to hear me ramble, I hope you’re doing well wherever you are, I’ll try to visit more and bring Yoshiko and Kureha too.”

“Ahhh, everyone is so nice! I’ve been getting gifts and birthday wishes from nearly everyone in Saitama, I’m so happy but it’s quite a bit overwhelming to be this popular, I still have no idea how Lola deals with it to effortlessly. But still, it does warm my heart to be so well liked in my community.”

“Lola! You’re here! Of course I’m happy to see you, I’m just surprised, I thought you had an interview today?…Oh Lola, how many times do I have to tell you to not trick your way out of your responsibilities, I would’ve understood if you were busy and I don’t want you to get in trouble…*sigh* Fine fine, I guess it’s too late to stop you anyways and I’ll admit, I’m glad you’re here…hm? You have a gift for me? Oh, you don’t have-Okay okay! *giggles* What did you get me?”

“Oh my gosh! Lola, this is wonderful but where did you get this? It didn’t cost too much did it? I swear, your gifts keep getting more and more extravagant every year, I’m starting to feel guilty. I know, but sometimes I think you spoil us too much *laughs*. Thank you so much, now the question is where do I put this?”

“Kureha! What a surprise! Usually I’m the one that’s doing all the hugging, not that I mind a change of pace haha. I’m very glad to see you, have you been eating well? Are you getting enough sleep?…What? You can’t keep anything from your mother, I know you very well and I know that you don’t exactly have the best self care habits. Hehe, I told you, you can’t hide anything from your mother, okay, I’ll stop teasing, what is it that you have there?”

“Kureha this is…this is so beautiful! You made this?! I know I shouldn’t be surprised but I can’t help it! You’re so talented and the song is beautiful! Do you know who it’s from? Oh, well it’s still very lovely, thank you so much for the beautiful gift, sweetie.”

“Yoshi baby! There you are! How’s my special girl? You’ve been so quiet all day, I was starting to get worried. Hm? Is that a plate?”

“Oh Yoshi! These are lovely! How…exactly did you make these?…Ohh, I see, well thank you for the treats!…Oh…wow…these are…*coughs* soooo good! You did a very good job sweetheart!” *winces*

Lola Lines:

“Haaaaappy birthday, darling! What? Surprised to see me? I know I said I had an interview today but there was no way I could miss out on your birthday! So I called and said that I had to reschedule due to an emergency and they were very understanding. Oh, don’t give me that look! If I have to choose between boring interviews and spending the day with the closest people I have to a family then the choice is obvious is it not? Hehe, I knew you’d see it my way, now enough chat! I got a present for you and none of that ‘oh you don’t have to nonsense!’”

“Ta daaaa~! Your very own massage chair! I had it special made to suit all your needs! You’ve been complaining about how much your back hurts lately and with those lovely pair of knockers you got there, I don’t blame you! Such is the price of beauty I suppose. Ah! Ah! Don’t worry about the price, it literally didn’t cost me a thing, you deserve nice things, sunshine and I adore spoiling my girls.”

Kureha Lines:

“Happy birthday, Sayaka! What’s with that look for? I can be affectionate when I want to be, granted you and Yoshiko are the only people I can be all touchy feely with. Yes, yes, I’ve been taking care of myself, I’m an adult mom, why the sudden questioning?…Hey! I’ve improved! I’ve starting to get six hours of sleep instead of four! Ugh, I swear, you have the weirdest sixth sense when it comes to me. Anyways, here’s your present.”

“It’s a music box, it took me a while to make but I’m pretty happy with how it turned out. I made the design myself and as for the song, I had help from a….friend, uh nevermind, it’s not that important, I’m glad you like it. Happy birthday.”

Bonus! Yoshiko Lines:

“Mommy! Happy birthday! I’ve made something for you, I hope you like it!”

“Cookies! I made them with Auntie Lola! The frosting and sprinkles were done by me! Do you like it? Yay! Happy birthday, mommy! I love you!”

#hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc #hypnosis mic #hypmic #hypnosis microphone #sayaka miyuki #lola takahashi #kureha koizumi #yoshiko miyuki #femme fatale #happy birthday sayaka 2023 #arb birthday special #alternative rap battle #arb

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Hi. I’m sorry to trouble you with this but it’s really messing with my head lmao.

I’m having a dilemma, since Harry has been silent on genocide and literally has zionists as best friends he’s made my opinion on him change drastically and has basically left a sick feeling in my mouth, considering what he advocates for, and I absolutely adore you and your writing and obviously I would love to continue supporting you, I don’t imagine him when I read so that’s okay, but with other writers I have adored for a long time, they ignore this about him and continue posting freaking out about his hair or a new photo. And it makes me question them too. I understand using his name for views etc because that’s smart, but to really be a fan and ignore it.. I don’t know how you can’t feel the same as me about him honestly. It’s made me so upset but mostly angry and sick. I love theirs and your writings and as you don’t post for him really ever as I see(?) it makes me hold you in a higher regard and feel maybe you understand. I’d just like your view on it I guess because, to get dark and boring sorry lmao, I have depression and honestly these stories give me life. This community used to as well. So now (to sound dramatic) after ‘losing’ Harry & what he’s meant to ang given me after more than a decade, I’d hate to lose this community too you know. Because I know how I feel, I just don’t know what to do. You probably don’t even know what to say and I understand because like I said neither so I haha, you’re just very wise and your @ is aptly named. Thanks for listening if you do. X

Ahh I know this is one of those super divisive conversations as of late. I’ve posted in support for Palestine a few times on this blog but I hesitate to focus on that conversation while this blog is a Harry smut blog.

I don’t know what his take is since he hasn’t made it clear where he stands. And just because he has friends who are supporting Israel doesn’t mean he is too. All we know is he’s quiet. If I cut off all my friends and family for not seeing things the same way I do I’d probably just give up on life. We don’t have many things in life to find joy in and picking apart the opinions of others or those we look up to can be dangerous and unhealthy.

I don’t know why he’s been silent about this but I do know that anytime anyone does speak up about things that people have huge opinions on it can be a shit show.

Even someone like me, with a tiny itty bitty platform gets hate for posting in support of Palestine- just imagine how much more that would happen with Harry. Does that make it right for him to keep quiet? Should he risk his reputation among people who don’t agree with whatever he says? Either way, someone isn’t going to like it and he’ll become a big target.

I’ve seen a lot of people make the comment that people like Harry (famous people) should just keep their mouths shut about things like this. But then when they’re silent they get shit too. They can’t win one way or another.

It’s okay to move on from being his fan if his silence bothers you but it’s also okay to still be his fan. It’s better not to alienate people by saying such things with such wide and broad strokes when we don’t know the heart of people just because they’re quiet or because we haven’t heard their opinion.

I hope you’re okay hon. I know this has hit a lot of people very hard and that what’s going on is very upsetting on so many levels but you won’t always get answers you want from someone you don’t know and who risks their safety by speaking up.

Xoxo

#ask

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sorry this is so late, i only now had time to properly sit down for it! this picks up where the last commentary left off.

“You’re not going to make it until eight,” Seb says, reeling. His hands itch to reach up and cup Mick’s head, but he keeps them by his sides. “You’re fully in rut now, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” Mick says, quiet and hoarse. he’s trying to regain control over himself and the situation; he’s aware that he shouldn’t be pressing seb into the door but can’t stop just yet. i didn’t know how to convey that from seb’s pov so i left the description short.

“So when’s she getting here? You’ve called someone to say you need her sooner?” originally here i had a few sentences about the additional fees the accelerated arrival time would mean but @prettydangrotten said nobody cares about my imaginary extra charge policies. i’m heartbroken, someone please confirm that this isn’t true…

Mick shakes his head. As Seb turns, he accidentally buries his nose into the damp, long strands of Mick’s hair. His scent is more potent here: something dark and promising. one page later i describe his scent as “bright and promising” lol i have the memory of a goldfish. “She’s– she’s not coming.”

“What?”

“She’s not– you said,” Mick takes a deep breath, tickling Seb’s neck with it. “It was bad, you said, so I canceled.” mick didn’t really want to spend it with someone else in the first place, but this is seb’s penultimate race and he won’t ruin this weekend for him, and he doesn’t want to hook up with someone else. contracting seems like the easiest and most impersonal way – it’s what almost everyone does, so. and then seb explodes at the very idea of it and his opinion is so important to mick. he’s thinking, what is seb thinks he’s weak that he can’t do it alone… so he cancels.

Seb stares down at him: at the tense lines of his shoulder, the redness creeping down to the base of his neck. He’s distantly aware that his mouth has dropped open in shock. A wave of guilt runs through him: see what you did?

“Mick?” Seb asks carefully, still trying to ignore the satisfaction dripping down his spine like honey at an alpha scenting him so blatantly. it’s not just the scenting, but the fact that mick canceled, that seb feels guilty and pleased over it -- that mick placed seb's approval (or lack of it) over his own needs.

“Really,” Mick says, “it’s okay.” His breath is wet on Seb’s neck, he’s pressed so close. “I’ve– I’ve done it before.” i don’t like the heats/ruts are a life-threatening thing, so you can ride it out alone, it just takes longer (like around a day alone, 6-8 hours if you spend it with someone). When Seb doesn’t answer, he adds, “You should go.” seb told him when they talked about his heat that it’s a one time thing, and he hasn’t offered to help, so best if he leaves before mick does something really embarrassing like beg for him to stay.

Except his other hand is tight like a vice on Seb’s bicep, firm and deliciously possessive. Seb swallows, tries to push the flare of his own traitorous desire aside.

“You shouldn’t do this alone, not on a race weekend like this,” he says. Mick’s hips keep twitching in these tiny little thrusts, probably on their own accord. Mick makes a displeased sound, maybe in disagreement. seb hopes it’s disagreement. he wants mick to ask him. he doesn’t want to offer himself, doesn’t want to come off as desperate or pathetic. he’s struggling to accept that he wants mick to seek him out, pursue him.

“I’m not calling her back,” Mick says, the determination in his voice sharp as a blade. seb is like, fuck, why are you not getting it? vs. mick trying to respect seb saying them having sex is a one-off. but mick wouldn’t be able to touch another omega after he’s just spent minutes trying to fill his lungs with seb’s scent.

“No, that’s not–” he has to take a steadying breath before he can say it. “I could do it, Mick.” He feels almost dizzy now that he’s finally said it, like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders. his desire to be with mick one more time AND to take care of him won over his wish for mick to initiate.

“No, no,” Mick says, but he’s not letting up from where he’s crowding Seb into the door. “You should be in the car, Seb, while you can–”

It’s sweet that he’s thinking about Seb racing, because for all Seb cares, the AMR22 could just about be downgraded to a lawnmower right now. It wouldn’t be too different, either. this is a facts only blog.

He touches Mick’s face, detaches him gently from his neck. Mick lets him, though he lets out a mournful little noise, then closes his eyes as Seb slowly strokes his cheek with his thumbs. a tender little gesture that seb can’t help, even if he anticipates brusqueness soon.

“Ask me,” he whispers. “You can ask.” please, he almost says.

Mick growls, the sound rising from deep in his chest. He presses his forehead against Seb’s, eyes screwed shut. mick is overcome with the permission and how seb is touching him: like he’s something precious. The pause makes Seb’s stomach roll; maybe Mick contracted DAS in the first place because he wanted to get through this as impersonally as possible. Still –

“We could help each other out,” he tells Mick. “It's not – it’s not a marriage proposal, you know? Just let it be easy, darling.” this is also a reminder to himself: it doesn’t mean anything, don’t make it into something it isn’t, something you wouldn’t even allow.

When he blinks his eyes open, Mick’s gaze is dark and hungry: twin pools of lust.“Okay,” he rasps, nosing at Seb’s cheek. “Yes. Stay with me tonight. Please.” that ‘please’ is an afterthought. he can’t give orders to seb, he can only ask and hope seb will say yes.

#thank you so much!!#worked the blade #director's cut #a/b/o #rosy.ask

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just-dreaming-marvel · 2 years

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Sneak Peeks

I’ve been ignoring prepping for Parent Teacher Conferences and doing my homework and instead working on fics. Here are some sneak peeks of what I have been working on! Please tell me what you are excited for and what you think/hope to happen!

There’s a mix of Marvel and Star Wars on this post so take a peek!

I’M FROM BROOKLYN, TOO ~ 156

Y/N placed her hands on the sides of Tony’s face. She closed her eyes and focused on what she wanted to show Tony. Images of Y/N’s life with the real Tony—her Tony—flashed in both of their minds. When it ended with the creation of Westview, Tony gasped and pulled himself away from Y/N. She opened her eyes, still crying. Her eyes were filled with pain and grief. Tony had pulled himself out of her reach, trying to wrap is mind around it all.

“I… I died…” he whispered. “But I’m here…”

“I know, I know,” she cried. “I’m so sorry.”

“And AJ,” he paused, swallowing down a large lump of emotion growing in his throat. “He was never born…” Y/N could only nod in response. “So all this… it’s all a lie? An allusion?”

PART OF YOUR WORLD ~ 2

THIRTEEN YEARS LATER

“Come on, Y/N! You’re eighteen now. Surely your father can’t be too mad at you for going outside the palace boundaries,” Clint was annoyed.

“You know the rules, Clint,” you told your friend kindly. “I’m not allowed—“

“Past the fence,” he mocked. “It’s never too late to break the rule. Besides, how can the King even know?”

“Natasha, tell Clint that this is a bad idea. I would love to go to shipwreck cove, but I can’t.”

“Honestly, Y/N, I’m with Clint on this one,” Natasha admitted.

THE BOND BETWEEN US ~ 56

You were currently sound asleep in the safety of Obi-Wan’s arms. He was holding you close to him as he tried to study you the best you could. The years had been kinder to you appearance wise than they had him. But it didn’t necessarily matter because Obi-Wan knew he would love you no matter what you looked like. His beautiful little star. He was so lucky to have you, even if having you hasn’t been easy. The constant separation over and over again could have really strained the relationship—the bond—you both shared, but it only made you stronger and appreciate the precious time the two of you had together.

You let out a soft moan as you cuddled into Obi-Wan more, still clearly asleep. Obi-Wan smiled lightly before holding a kiss to your head. It was the still, quiet times like this that Obi-Wan loved the most. Where he could just hold you close and not have to worry about the craziness happening in the galaxy around you. Obi-Wan figured out that you were awake when he felt a light kiss tickle his bearded chin.

THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE ~ 7

“Are you ever going to tell me who this guy is that you’re being so secretive about?” Natasha immediately asked as you entered the apartment after your small outing with Steve.

You jumped, your hand going over your heart as she startled you. “Gosh, Nat!” You exclaimed. “You scared me.”

“Well maybe if you stopped sneaking around, I wouldn’t have to.” Her arms were folded over her chest as her eyes narrowed at her. “You’ve been almost in a love-struck haze since you started work. Is the guy a coworker?”

“He’s not.”

“A customer?”

“You could say that.”

“You sure seem to be in love with him so quickly for such a short amount of time.”

“I’m—I’m not in love with him.” Natasha raised a brow at you, clear unbelieving. “I need to do a few things before I go to bed.” You headed toward your room. “Goodnight, Nat.”

“Night, Y/N. Sweet dreams!”

UNTITLED REQUESTED MODERN OBI-WAN ONE SHOT

You sighed as you stepped out of your car and tried not to slam it. It was a Monday, which meant the weekend was over and you had to go back to teaching. Not that you hated your job, it was just exhausting and could take a lot out of you. And lately, it had been.

“Good morning, Miss L/N.”

Your lips couldn’t help but form a small smile at the sound of your coworkers voice. It was rough, yet smooth somehow. You turned to face Obi-Wan, trying not to swoon at how attractive you found him. His short auburn hair with the matching well ground beard helped bring out his sparkling blue eyes.

“Good morning, Mr. Kenobi,” you replied.

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Quiet Time 2/1

Are you a sheep or a goat?

“Jesus speaks of goats to describe behaviour that harms us. Because goats are convinced that they know what is best for them and act accordingly. Jesus wants us to put our pride aside and accept our role as his sheep. Because sheep allow themselves to be led by their shepherd. They may not recognise when they go astray, but they let their shepherd lead them back on the right path.”

In which areas of your life are you behaving more like a goat than a sheep?

I’ve been stubborn, prideful, and bitter. I’ve been avoiding God thinking that I know better or that I can navigate all of this on my own. I have the head knowledge of what the Bible says and what I should do but I feel that it hasn’t reached my heart. I’ve been so incredibly numb to everything and honestly feel like life is just moving on and I’m ready to give up. I think with the numbness in my heart, I’ve fallen in my faith. I know God has a plan and everything is according to His will, but I’m tired. And I’m having trouble seeing where that’s the case for me. I need to re-learn how to surrender myself to Him.

Are you ready to trust Jesus' voice in this area and let him guide you?

I believe that I trust Him. My issue is in obedience. I feel so numb and tired that I just no longer have a desire to do everything that He calls me to do. I know this is sin, but I’m having a hard time developing a conviction on it and repenting.

Write down whyWrite down why you find it difficult to obey Jesus and ask the Holy Spirit to show you his view of the situation.

One area is my quiet times. I don’t want to get out of bed so early. I don’t want to sit down at my desk and open up my Bible and write about everything I’ve learned. Idk when it happened bc I used to be so eager and diligent with it. My prayer life has taken a hit too and I’m so hesitant to go to God because I feel guilty and ashamed. I know where I need to improve here but I’m struggling and it’s part of the reason I made this blog. God I’m just begging you please! I need help! I feel weak and hopeless and without a will for anything and I just need you with me and to soften my heart so that I may seek you again.

Isaiah‬ ‭40‬:‭11‬ ‭NIV‬‬

“He tends his flock like a shepherd: He gathers the lambs in his arms and carries them close to his heart; he gently leads those that have young.”

I know God will never abandon me and I need to get out of that mindset. I’m the one who wanders and strays but Jesus is right here. Caring for us and leading us along, holding us dear to his heart and welcoming us back.

Psalms 23 NIV

“The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing. He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, he refreshes my soul. He guides me along the right paths for his name’s sake. Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows. Surely your goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.”

Another reminder of how He’s always with us and does not abandon us. God loves us so much more than we can ever imagine. He treasures us and I want to make Him happy. I think He hurts seeing how much I’m struggling but also sees the effort I’m making to try and come back to Him. I know He will accept me with open arms, as long as I continue to love and seek Him with all my heart.

PRAYER

Dear Heavenly Father,

Lord God I know that you see where I am. I know you see my struggles. And i know your way of comfort is through your Word and I thank you for that.

God I’m so sorry. I’ve been so numb and honestly terrified lately. I believe this is an attack from Satan. I’ve felt a presence lately that has made me uneasy and scared. I could feel it in my whole body, like everything was standing on end and it was evil. God I could feel it and it scared me so so much.

Lord I pray that whatever that was, that you protect me from it. That you’re my shield and refuge. That I can be able to use your Word as my sword in order to save myself. I know you will not forsake me and I’m sorry for having done the same to you.

Lord I pray for the health of my family. My fathers echo showed hypertrophy of his left ventricle and I pray that in terms of heart failure, that it’s manageable and that he will have all the time with us as a family that you will allow. I also pray for my ultrasound tomorrow, that they can hopefully find the source of my pain and it can all be resolved promptly.

God I pray for all those in the church that are going through hardships. I know there are some with family battling cancer or in hospice. Lord I pray that you are with my fellow disciples and their families during this time. That you offer them your comfort and love so that they know you are with them.

Lord God I want to thank you for another day of life! I thank you for pulling through for me this week so far. I had been beyond stressed, unsure of how I’d make it happen but you did God. You saw me through and I’m so grateful.

I pray that you are with me through the rest of my day. That I may keep your Word and commands on my heart. I love you dearly.

I pray this in Jesus name,

Amén.

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Jack had been away on tour for about two months now. Things were going well, you kept in contact as much as you could. You and Jack would FaceTime constantly, text daily and he’d usually send voice memos. You were doing all that you could to distract yourself from missing him too much, but some nights were worse than others.

Before tour had started he spent a lot of time at home with you or you went with him to in the studio. You were constantly having dinner at home, movie nights in bed or going for late night drives. You’d have spa days and tickle fights and you just spent a lot of quality time together and you both grew very attached. You lived a very quiet normal life and your relationship was flourishing because of it.

When Jack left for tour you put on a brave face because you didn’t want him to feel bad, you knew he was really excited and you didn’t want him to worry about having to leave you behind. You tried your best not to tell him you missed him an over exaggerated amount, and when you started to feel like crying you ended the FaceTime calls in a hurry. What you didn’t know was that Jack was finding you hard to read because of it.

Jacks POV:

Jack was sitting on the bed in his hotel room with his back to the wall. He seemed sad which wasn’t how he normally would start the day.

“What gives Harlow?” Neelam asked before sitting down next to Jack.

“It’s nothing” Jack shrugged but he was clearly upset.

“No, I’ve known you for far too long to let that slide, talk to me.”

Jack clicked his tongue “it’s stupid Neelam, it’s whatever.”

He got up from the bed and started packing up his room.

“Is it Y/N? Did you two get into a fight? What did you do to her?” Neelam was always overprotective of you.

Jack shrugged still clearly upset “no, nothing like that” he tried to distract himself by packing but Neelam knew him better than that.

“If you don’t tell me I’ll just call her” Neelam threatened and Jack knew she would actually do it.

Jack sighed before stopping what he was doing “I just don’t know that she misses me like how I miss her.”

Neelam looked at Jack with a puzzled look “what makes you think that?”

Urban knocked on the door and Jack went to unlock it.

Urban could sense the tension right away “what’s going on?”

Neelam looked over to Jack and Jack nodded in approval.

“Jack doesn’t think that Y/N misses him as much as he misses her.”

Urban scoffed “and why would you think that?”

“She hardly says she misses me and she hasn’t really mentioned anything to me like the shows we watch or anything…” Jack trailed off “nothing it’s just me being paranoid.”

“I’m sure when you guys FaceTime she cries about the bed being too big or something” Urban teased and Jack avoided his eyes.

“Oh… maybe we should leave you alone so you can call her.” Urban motioned to Neelam and they both left the hotel room.

Jack finished packing his suitcases and sat down on the bed to call you.

When you answered you saw that his usual bright beautiful eyes were sad and hallow.

“Babe, what’s wrong? Are you ok?” You could tell by the look on his face that he was upset about something.

Jack wasn’t usually one to start confrontations he was the more mellow of the two of you. “Do you miss me?” He voice came out with a slight tremble.

“Do I? Do I what?” You responded shocked.

“Miss me! Do you miss me Y/N?” His voice was a little louder now but not quite a yell.

“Of course I do, I miss you every hour of every day.” You stared back at your boyfriend and realized his face was flushed and his eyes were sad. “Why wouldn’t I sweet pea?” You often used that pet name to make him smile, since it wasn’t a usual one.

“You never say it. I mean I don’t want to be a girl about it but I miss you a lot and I’m working my ass off so-“ he was cut off by the lump in his throat. “So that I can come home to you” he let out a small shaky breath.

“Baby, I’m really sorry. Please don’t cr-“

“I gotta go catch my flight. Love you. bye” Jack took a page out of your book and ended the call before he broke down.

Y/N POV:

You knew you had seriously fucked up. During your entire relationship you had never seen him upset like that. You thought you were protecting him by not constantly sharing how much you missed him but instead he thought you didn’t miss him at all. You knew where his next show was and you weren’t about to have him feeling like how he was, you knew his performance would suffer and then he’d be even more upset.

You booked your flight and got ready as soon as possible to meet him at least at the next venue.

You called Neelam when you landed and begged her to make up an elaborate lie about where she needed to go. On the ride to the venue she told you about Jack and how he was that morning, she assured you that he’d be happy to see you.

When you got to the venue Jack was doing sound check. You could see him in the distance and he was still clearly upset probably more so now that you hadn’t answered any of his messages on the plane.

He squinted at you and Neelam “Y/N?”

You ran up the stage steps and gave him a giant hug. He rocked you side to side and you could feel his chest against yours, his heart was beating incredibly quick.

“Everyone take a fifteen” Neelam said and the team dispersed allowing you and Jack some alone time.

Jack sat down on the stage steps and you sat beside him, shoulder to shoulder.

“What are you doing here?”

“Our conversation this morning really broke my heart.”

“Oh…Me too” he responded sadly, grabbing your hand and holding it tight.

“I miss you so much.” You rubbed your thumb against his hand “You have to know that.”

“Then why don’t you ever say that” Jack pleaded “I just want to hear that you… I mean that you care I’m gone.”

“Jacky, I thought I was doing the best thing by not expressing all of that. I didn’t want you to feel guilty for being away.”

Jack nodded and you noticed his voice was becoming shaky like it did earlier in the day “Its just that I miss you and I say it every day.”

You leaned over and kissed his cheek “earlier you said that you were working your ass off to come home to me, do you remember that?”

Jack nodded.

“Well for me you are my home. Everywhere that you are is everywhere I want to be” you giggled “I know that’s corny but I promise you that not a day goes by where I’m not counting down when you’ll be back in our bed snoring in my ear.” You squeezed his hand a little.

Jack couldn’t help but smile, “I’m your home huh?”

You blushed and leaned against your boyfriend “That’s how I see you, yes.”

“That is corny, but I like it. Tell me more” he teased as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Where do I begin?” You pretended to be deep in thought as you leaned against his body.

“I miss feeling you laugh when I lay on your chest, the way your dimple comes out when you smile, the way you cuddle me and hog the bed, the way you mumble good morning to me….” You turned and watched as your boyfriend got more and more blush.

“Too much?”

Jack kissed the top of your head “just enough.” He paused for a second “Let’s go check out my private room the venue gave me to change in.” He stood up and held his arms out to help you up from the stairs.

He emphasized the word private making you laugh a little. You took your boyfriends hands and got up before kissing his neck and whispering “well good because I missed something else too.”

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fandomout · 3 years

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heya! can i request lots of lip gallagher angst please? i love what you write and need him in my life </3

Thank you so much! I'm not sure when I'll be able to make more Lip angst or Lip fic's, but I'll be sure to try when I get an idea. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this one. 💜

Lip Gallagher X Reader-Imagine trying to convince Lip that Helene, his professor, isn't the best thing for him, but he can't see the truth

Warning! Mentions of virginity and sex, but there is no actual smut. Slight fluff. Lots of Angst. Not sure if this has been done before. If it has, credit to them, and this is my version of it.

Smiles and laughs grace your best friend, Lip, and you can't help grin just because he seems happy. He tells you about his recent endeavors at college, specifically how he’s having the greatest adventures with his professor, Helene. When you 1st heard about this mysterious woman, you were initially livid, on the inside, of course. You wanted to know everything and nothing about her all at once. However, just like always you had to find a way within yourself to support Lip’s happiness. You always hold onto the friendship that’s graced the both of you with each other. Also, you couldn’t help internalizing Lip’s trauma's and emotions throughout the years. He deserved to go to school and become even greater than he already is, and although you couldn't always stomach the thought of him with someone else, you’d support that too to see him be loved. You were as it goes hopelessly devoted to Lip, so you hadn't really dated too much. Nothing could ever get serious when you’d hold him in your heart.

🖇

One day, you were at Lip’s dorm helping him clean up a bit when Lip seemed to really catch the fact that you'd apparently been single for “too long”. You scoffed at Lip and asked, “What’s that your business for?” He laughed at the comment and added, “I just want you to be happy. I mean we don’t get as much time these days. Me in college and with…” He smiled and looked off to space. You mouth her name as he says, “Helene.” You roll your eyes at it and shake your head and bitterly say, “I don’t need to be with someone to be happy.”

“I get that, but maybe you’d seem a little...a little...better?”

“Better?”

“You just seem a little down lately. Seeing as you won’t tell me what it’s about, I’m just trying to find an all around solution because I care.” His hand finding your shoulder.

”I’m doing fine, really. You're just so up in the clouds-”

“I want you up here too.” You sigh as the words are a rubber band to the heart as you wished he meant together...

“Lip, I don’t need someone.”

“It doesn't have to be serious. Just get laid.“ His insistent nature angers you to shout, “I can't! I’ve never-” You stop yourself too late. Your virginity has never been a topic of concern. You both just glossed over it. To you, it never seemed like Lip knew you hadn’t gotten that far, regardless, you never wanted it to be made so clear. Silence passed between you two before he started to laugh and said, “You’re fucking joking.” You looked down to your feet, which was when he actually believed your words. “No shit. No fucking way! You haven’t gotten laid yet!”

“Want to scream it out any louder! Shut the fuck up!” He laughed before he held his hands up in surrender.

“That’s crazy to me.”

“Of course it is. You bang anything that walks. Lip-”

“Even with any of your s/o’s, you never-”

“No! I'm a virgin. No big deal!”

“Yes. I just find it hard to believe nobody would try. Did they?”

“Maybe once or twice, and I shut them down.”

“Not good enough for you.”

“Something like that.”

“People are fucking stupid. You are hot, and it surprises me there aren't any more.”

“It's the story of my life.”

“What?”

“Getting overlooked.” You said simply before continuing to stack a book on a high shelf.

“Come on, that can’t be true.” He turns you toward him. “I see you unless I see dead people.”

“Haha.” You grin.

“I’m serious though. When you walk into the room, it’s brighter. Maybe you catch the attention of shy people. Maybe pay more attention?”

“Can we stop talking about it?”

“Yeah. Yeah.”

🖇

You were on your way home late at night when you got a call from Lip. You answered and immediately thought it was a bit late.

“Hey!” He said a little off.

“Lip, what’s up?”

“Just need a drinking buddy.” You hear a bottle crash on his side of the phone.

“You doing okay there?”

“Yup! Having the bez time.”

“You already started drinking without me. Where are you?”

“I think I’m on campus on like a lawn-can’t remember which one.”

“I’ll be right there. Stay on the li-” He hung up. You jumped a fence and ran all over campus with no sign of him, and he wouldn't take you calls. You finally found him toward the back exit of the campus. He was swinging his body silly with heavy footsteps. You rushed over to support him. Immediately, he detached himself. A pout on his face with slumped shoulders. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” He laughs dryly.

“Come on, sit down.” You have him sit on the curb and wish you brought him a bottle of water or something. “What’s this about?”

“Helene...She’s married. She has a kid.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry. This must be shocking to hear-”

“I already knew.”

“What do you mean you knew?”

“These past few...weeks? Weeks, I think, I knew. Hell, her husband watched us-Well, watched us fornicate.”

“Gross.” You couldn’t help but say. He shrugged at your reaction, not really being able to defend that truth. “You agreed to it?”

“I did, but I feel her pulling away now. I haven’t changed anything though.” He turns quickly toward me like he’d get whiplash. He points his finger to his chest and hits his chest aggressively as he says, “I’m me! I’m still giving her everything I have!...It leaves me in a funk.”

“You want to be with her that badly?”

“Yeah.”

“But, it doesn't feel so good.”

“Right.”

“You know why?”

“Yeah. I just said she has-”

“I didn’t mean the family thing.”

“Then, why?”

“You should try a relationship that’s more meaningful.”

“This is meaningful to me.”

“I meant a healthy meaningful.”

“Who are you to tell me?” He said it harshly.

“You’re right. I have no right to tell you what’s meaningful to you. You have to admit you're not in the best situation.”

“You’re one to talk. You’d rather have nothing than search for something. I think your standards are too high.”

“Trust me, they're not that high… Top 3 are honesty, communication, and trust.”

“Hmm ...You want to tell me something?” He smirked.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m all three of those for you. I must be your dream guy.”

”You could be, except it wouldn’t happen obviously.”

“Are you sure about that?'' He found himself saying.

“Here we are talking about your women, I’m sure...” You bite at your lip. Your thoughts stop when you see a few tears branching out of his eyes. You comb your hand through his hair. As he looked for more comfort, he wanted to lay down. You convinced him to let you get him to his dorm. He allowed you that, and he cried himself to sleep on your lap. He snuggled into your leg while you rubbed his back. You’d already had a distaste for Helene, but now you really couldn't stand her. She’d been fooling Lip, and she still had the power to keep going along with it.

🖇

After the incident, Lip wanted to act like it didn’t happen. He had told you that they were working on it. He even said it might be the closest thing to a relationship he’s had. You wanted to be there for him, but you had to admit you couldn't support this harm. There is a difference in this case to supporting him. You didn’t want to be a part of any longer. You kept quiet about it initially since she’d only done “one” wrong by him, according to Lip. He talked to you less and less it seemed after it. You tried your best, but something always seemed to come up. You’d get calls from Ian or Fiona that he’s drinking a lot which worries you and hasn't attempted AA when they think it's becoming a big issue. Finally, you confronted Lip on the street.

“I can't talk now.” He said. You didn’t let him push past you and stated, “No. You are not ditching me once again. You have stuff going on. It probably has to do with that woman-”

“Helene. That's none of your business.”

“None of my business?” You look at the bag under his eyes. He reeked of alcohol on his disheveled clothes. “She’s ruining you, but that’s none of my business? What happened this time?” He took out a cigarette and lit it before he sniffed and gave you a side smirk.

“I just maybe happened to beat up her son after I thought she cheated on me with him. Isn't that funny?” He giggled and hiccupped.

“Why were you upset? You were fine when she had a husband to cheat on you with.”

“That was different. Anyway, I see you’re upset about the lack of time I’ve been spending with you, but I can fix it. Let go for a drink.'' He put his arm around your shoulder and was probably leading you to Kev and V’s. You removed the arm and snapped, “What you need is some water. You’ve had enough.”

“What do you mean I haven’t drunk today?”

“Tell that to your breath and clothes. Do you think I’m stupid?”

“I think this conversation is stupid and remember why I was trying not to talk to you.”

“You did it on purpose?”

“I just knew you’d get all worried for nothing.”

“For nothing? She’s not good for you to begin with. Lip” You hold his hand and softly say, “Lip, She was your professor and married.”

“Don’t talk to me like I’m stupid.”

“Lip-”

“I love her! She sure is a hell of a lot better than the ones telling me otherwise. You have no right to judge me. Take a look at yourself!”

“What are you talking about?”

“You go around pining for me in hope someday you’ll be the one. You’re pathetic! You can’t be the one because Helene was! She is! You’re single because no one wants you! You try to act so high and mighty! If you're so great and talented, leave! You’re useless around here! You fucking suffocating me with your supposed love and care! Thanks so much for it! You-”

”Stop!...I get it. You don’t want me around. Get some help from a sponsor and go to the AA meetings.” Tears began to pour, and you sniffled. “You wouldn’t want to lose and hurt someone you actually care about.” As he saw your tears and hurt, he sobered up slightly and said, “Wait-” You quickened your steps to get away as fast as possible. He tried to follow after, but his drunken body wouldn't allow it as he reached forward and fell right on his ass. "Fuck!"

Hope your day got better

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andysbubba · 3 years

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hello there! i just discovered this song called “emily” by james arthur and i was wondering if i could please request a dad! chris with that song? just him bringing his new baby girl home and him loving her 🥺😩 very softie right now tbh! thank youuuu x

daddy and emily

↳ chris getting some daddy-daughter time with emily

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walking dodger! em's milk is in the fridge. be back soon. you got this, papa!

ps; i left my phone here on purpose ;)

Chris freaked out for a moment, instantly realising that he's alone with Emily. He has never been alone with his little girl. At least not without you being somewhere in the house too. But now? You're nowhere near and Chris has no way of contacting you if anything happens. He's scared shitless.

Just on cue, the little girl starts blinking her eyes open and a soft cry leaves her lips. He takes a deep breath, calming himself down before he picks Emily up and cradles her in his arms.

"Good mornin', pretty girl." Chris says softly, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss on her head with a smile on his lips. "Daddy's here, baby. I got ya, okay?"

His heart warms when a tiny smile peeks out on Emily's lips, her eyes glinting and her small hand is wrapped around Chris' index finger. He leans down, and kisses her hand, watching as his little girl grins wider at the action.

"Lets go heat up your food and wait for mommy to come back with your brother, alright?"

He knows she doesn't understand what he's saying but you've always said that Em loves his voice and loves hearing him talk. And if that will stop Em from crying, Chris is willing to do anything.

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He's holding his girl up, palm rubbing her back so he can get her to burp. Chris doesn't really know why but you've always done it so he figures that it should be important.

"C'mon, baby. I dunno why I'm supposed to make you burp but mommy has always done it, hasn't she?" He laughs breathily when Emily giggles softly at his words. "You're the cutest, sweetheart. Just like your mommy, huh?"

"You think mommy's tryin' to test me? She's taking a long time walking Dodger, isn't she?" He chuckles softly when Emily finally lets out a quiet burp. He holds her against his torso and Emily's cheek is pressed against his chest. "I'll be honest, Em. Daddy's pretty scared you're gonna cry, so promise me you won't, okay?" He gently caresses her back, hoping to calm her down.

He regrets his words immediately when Em's face cramps up, scrunching into a frown before a loud cry leaves her lips. Chris' eyes widens, instantly pulling Em up and closer to him.

"Oh no, baby. It's okay, sweetheart. I'm sorry, daddy shouldn't have said that, huh?" He holds her, pressing soft kisses on her forehead. "Should I try and sing for you, baby? Is that gonna make you feel better?" His voice was soft when he turns Emily around and cradles her in his arms. Chris laughs lightly when his little girl calms down, staring up at him and sort of waiting for him to sing. He clears his throat with a smile.

Dear Emily I really wanna write this carefully Know that we're a family It's only you, your mom and me Dear Emily We're gonna live forever happily I'm gonna ask your mum to marry me But there's some things you need to know

He has no idea what he's doing but Emily stopped crying so Chris figures that he's definitely doing something right.

Poppa was a rolling stone playing in a sold out show, yeah Taking all the highs and lows, been living with an empty soul, yeah And if you ever read the things they wrote, I hope that you can let them go I was living in a different world before I had my little girl, yeah Emily When I hear you cry I'll sing you back to sleep Do you know you inspire all my melodies? 'Cause you make me a better man than I'll ever be, ever be, ever be Because of you, Emily Dear Emily I saw you way before you came to me 'Cause I picked out your name and wrote it on paper I needed life and life came and gave me Emily Will I be good enough for you? The truth is I'm afraid of everyone and anything that could hurt you

Chris didn't even register the front door opening. He's too enthralled with how peaceful his daughter looks with her eyes fluttering close. But he keeps on singing the lyrics of your favourite song that you're always playing on repeat. He doesn't know who sang it but he has always felt that he could relate to the lyrics.

Oh, Emily If you ever feel lonely, just sit next to me Since we brought you home with us you're everything 'Cause you make me a better man than I'll ever be, ever be, ever be Because of you, Emily, yeah Oh, you're all I'll ever need, baby You're all I'll ever need, oh no, no no, no When I'm looking at your tiny feet I feel your heartbeat here inside of me I feel a love that I just can't believe

He's used to being in the public's eye. And he had a pretty wild life before you and Emily came into his life. The first time he saw a picture of the ultrasound and it truly dawned on him that he's having a daughter with the love of his life, Chris cried. It was easily one of the happiest days of his life.

He knows at that exact moment- there's nothing he wouldn't do for you, Emily and Dodger. His little family.

He sees some sort of movement from the corner of his eyes so Chris instantly turns, seeing you stand there and guiltily holding your phone up, seemingly recording his whole lullaby session. Dodger was obediently sitting by your side, so Chris has a feeling that you told Dodger to be quiet before you two came in.

"How long have you been standing there?" Chris asks quietly, a smile growing on his lips before he stands up from the sofa, careful not to move his hands too much so Emily stays asleep.

"You're the best dad, bubba."

He leans down when he's close enough, pressing a kiss against your lips and he rests his free arm around your shoulders. "You left your phone on purpose?"

You giggle softly at his question before you lean down and softly kiss Emily's cheek. "Thought you might need some daddy-daughter time. So I brought this guy out." Your hand reaches down and rubs Dodger's fur, laughing when he nuzzles into your leg.

"I'll go put this little one in her cot then we can have breakfast, okay?"

You hum as Chris leans down and presses his lips against your forehead before he turns around with Emily in his arms and going up to Em's nursery.

Chris sets Em down in her cot, arranging the pillows and the small bears so she's comfy. "Y'know, little one." Chris starts, hand reaching down and brushing Emily's hair off her face. "I've got a little ring hiding in the drawer." He whispers, leaning close to his daughter and kisses Emily's hair. "Once you wake up, daddy's gonna take the ring and ask momma to marry me, okay?"

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i have no idea what's up with me and babies lately– i swear to god i cannot stop thinking about being pregnant or like just carrying a baby jebdusbhssh 😭😭😭

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Letting Diavolo Go To The Human World Is The Same As Letting The Pigeon Drive The Bus… Do Not Do It!

tw: cursing. also, minus luke.

The Demon Prince’s fascination of the human world wasn’t a new thing to you. However, it did surprise you how much he did not know of the customs and cultures humans had. He’s centuries older than you can imagine and he’s never impulsively gone up there before?

When you asked him about it, he gave you wide grin. “I’ve only gone up there for conferences and meetings. I’ve never gone up there simply to have fun. I have so much work and it takes up too much time.”

You frowned a little disheartened that Diavolo hasn’t been able to experience or enjoy a trip to the human world without it being work related. You were about to suggest a proposition as Barbatos added on, “Speaking of conferences, your four o’clock meeting is about to start in ten minutes, Young Master.”

The bright smile on Diavolo’s face fell a little. “I’m sorry, MC, our weekly tea has to be cut a little short.” You reassured him it was no problem as he got up from his seat and walked you to the door. He told Barbatos to escort you to the House of Lamentation. The minute Diavolo was out of earshot, Barbatos leaned towards your ear with a strained smile on his face.

“The Young Master is able to do what he wants. However, no matter what he does, do not let him go to the Human World by himself and with no motive.”

You didn’t understand why Diavolo wasn’t allowed to go up there without being supervised. He was a grown man and the literal Future King of Hell. Surely, he could take care of himself. So a few days later you asked him if the two of you could to the Human World together and he agreed. What could possibly go wrong?

Oh, you were wrong. You were so wrong!

It’s been less than twenty-four hours and now the both of you are sitting in a jail cell. Your left hand was sticky, your clothes were damp with rainwater and you were sure the guard kept eyeing you up and down as if you were insane. Diavolo sat next to you with a guilty look on his face. He mouthed a “sorry” at you, making you giggle while tearing up at the predicament you both were in. He could only laugh with you as you laugh and cry at the same time.

When the guard had told you were allowed one phone call (courtesy to Diavolo for compelling him to do so) you immediately headed towards the jail phone and punched in the number. You were a little surprised that the Devildom phone numbers worked but you didn’t really dwell on the thought.

You just hoped the person you called would bail the both of you out.

LUCIFER

Sigh…

Someone get him five shots.

When you called Lucifer to tell him that you and Diavolo went to the Human World for a day trip, he was hoping you were going to ask him if he wanted anything before the both of you came back.

What he wasn’t expecting was (in less than 24 hours) for you to tell him not only have the both of you created an unnatural phenomenon, you managed to commit three felons, crashed a car that neither of you have a license to drive and managed to get caught of all things.

When you told him that you got arrested he was debating on letting you go to prison so you could learn your lesson. Then he heard Diavolo’s voice in the back and started choking on his wine.

How in the three realms did Diavolo managed to get arrested? And how did you (the one he thought was as responsible as him) allow this to happen? What do you mean you let Diavolo drive the car? He has a butler for a reason, MC, obviously hE DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO DRIVE—

Was about to lecture you about the danger you put yourself (Diavolo) in and what the consequences when he heard Diavolo’s, “I don’t want to go back.”

Immediately gathers everyone to go and pick you both up. Has the bail money ready to go, makes sure he thinks of everything that can go wrong and gives it a solution and prepares to drag Diavolo out that jail cell himself.

When he gets there he gives you a glare that could soil cheese in 2.5 seconds.

When he goes to bail you both and the guard tells him you both can’t be released tonight, he snaps. Immediately threatens the guards with the unholiest torture threats you’ve ever heard. The guard ends up caring a little less about his job and a little more about his life and let’s you both go.

Diavolo doesn’t leave the cell. Father help him, his patience is running thin.

The next two hours is just him, Barbatos and Diavolo arguing.

“Young Master, for the last time. Get out the cell.” “NO!” “Can we just leave him—” “Quiet, Belphegor! We cannot leave him. Lord Diavolo GET OUT THE CELL!”

MAMMON

Impressed but at the same time mostly concerned.

When you told him what happened, his face started to get paler with each word. How did the two of you manage to do all this in less than a day? And here he thought he was a troublemaker…

Then the words finally process in his head. “Ya got in a car crash?! Human what we’re ya thinkin’? What if ya died? I don’t care who was drivin’ I’m never letting ya near a car again!”

Looking and thinking for someway to profit off of this. Then realizes, as the appointed human watcher, if Lucifer found out that he let you get arrested ON TOP of Diavolo being there with you while he made money off of it, his head would be ripped off.

In a state of fear in panic for both his life and yours, he goes to pick you both up alone.

It’s not his first time encountering the police. He’s been arrested before for illegal gambles, dealing, fights and such its not hard to guess what for. He will tell you though that he’s actually not the first brother to get arrested.

When he gets there the first thing he does is rush to you and make sure you’re okay. He doesn’t really care that Diavolo is there too. He just has to make sure that you are okay. All human parts are intact? Okay. Good. Let’s go.

Then the guard tells him that he can’t let you both leave yet because you need to be trialed.

Uh oh. Frustrated Mammon is here.

Immediately starts arguing with the guard. He gets so angry he’s about to start throwing punches. That’s until the guards throws a handcuff on him and shoves him in the cell with you.

He gets a phone call too, though.

You tell him to call Lucifer or Barbatos and then Diavolo tells him not to call either of them because he really doesn’t want to go back. Suddenly, Diavolo and him are best friends.

You command him to call Lucifer though and he bites his lip. The ringing of the jail phone has his heart pounding. When the phone connects, the words spill and he mentally cursing at you.

Long story short, Lucifer is the one that gets you both out and leaves Mammon there.

LEVIATHAN

Immediately asks you why you called him of all people. Doesn’t hesitate to try and refer you to someone else.

Then immediately remembers it’s like that this is exactly like that one anime where the—

When you told him why you got arrested he got extremely nervous, ESPECIALLY when he heard Diavolo’s voice in the back correcting you when you left a detail or two out. Not because he’s of the intensity of the crimes but, because he knew Lucifer would absolutely strangle you.

Is already panicking and looking for a solution. Is trying to remember what his brothers had done when he got arrested. (Spoiler Alert! He was the first brother out of all of them to get arrested. He punched a child in the face at an anime convention. The kid snitched and told his mom, cough cough, little shit, cough cough. Does he regret it? Nope! In his opinion, the kid deserved it.)

He voices his anger when he realizes that he has to use manga money to bail you both out. How could you do this to him? He thought you were his Henry. Turns out you’re just a fish…

He blogs and video records the minute he gets up there. It’s going to go viral, he just knows it. Then he gets a message from Lucifer with a smiley face and a link to his blog and he’s panicking. He has to get you two out of there. NOW!

Simply just throws money at the guard, not really caring if you two can’t leave just yet. He’s getting you two out of there one way or another before Lucifer gets here. Listen MC he doesn’t care that he’s making things worse, he refuses to die without having his 93849281849th Ruri-Chan marathon.

Then the dilemma of Diavolo not wanting to leave hits him and his patience is running thin. Why of all people did you have to get arrested with the person needed most in the Devildom?

It becomes too late when he finally manages to start convincing Diavolo to come back home. Lucifer walks through the door.

And Levi summons Lotan.

SATAN

Mr. Agent of Chaos #1 is so proud and impressed with you.

Don’t get him wrong, he was worried about you. Getting arrested and caught for your crimes is a big deal. Yet, you managed to commit three felonies before you got caught? Love, he’s invested.

He has so many questions for you. What felonies did you commit? What was your favorite felony? How’d you get caught? What do you think was the first mistake you made that got you behind bars? If you could do this all over again do you think you would get caught? Here, let him get a pen and paper so you can tell him every little detail of what happened so he can make it fool proof for you.

Then, he here’s Diavolo say he’d be glad to provide the details of what happened and now he realizes what the big issue is.

Oh he can’t wait to hold this against Lucifer’s head. Wait, let him go tell Belphie!

He has everything prepared and is ready to bail you out. You knew he was reliable.

If you see him take a picture of the two of you curled up together in the cell. It’s for research purposes. Totally not for Belphie and him to hold against Lucifer. You can’t tell him to delete it, his printer is already making hundreds of copies.

Turns out Satan isn’t as reliable as you thought. This is because five minutes and a broken desk later, he’s thrown in cell too.

He knows he should get a call too but the guard doesn’t tell him he gets one. Starts cursing so quickly you can’t even make out the words he’s saying.

When Diavolo tells him it might be better that he doesn’t get a phone call, it clicks in his head. Who needs to be bailed out when you can just escape, duh.

He doesn’t even get to the good part when he sees his brothers, Simeon, Solomon, and Barbatos walk through the door. Turns out Belphie’s sleep talking doesn’t have a filter.

He gets a little upset after this whole ordeal. He didn’t even get to try his escape plan…

ASMODEUS

Honey, he can’t relate. It sucks to suck.

Like Lucifer, he has never been arrested. He’s been close to but whenever that happens he just distracts the police from doing it�� wink wink.

He knows and seen how stingy police can be with arresting people so he immediately feels for you. And when you’re telling him why you’re in a jail cell, he immediately starts getting ready to come charm you out of that cell. Then he hears Diavolo’s voice.

On second thought…

He immediately has thoughts on how Lucifer would react if he found out he were some how involved in this. Yeah… no, he rather have skin blemishes for the rest of his life.

No matter how nervous he is, he marches his perky butt up there and goes to get you both.

When he gets there he immediately goes to baby you. Checking for any injuries and makes comments on how you’re wet and such. Then he takes in his surroundings.

You’ve been here for how many hours? Oh no. Honey, look. There’s rust everywhere, unidentifiable liquids on the ground. Ew, is that a dead roach caught in a spiderweb? Why were you sitting on the small bench they had? Do you know how many gross people sit on it too? Don’t even get him started on the smell of this cell. Once the both of you go home, straight to the bath.

He goes to pay the bail but then the guard tells them they can’t leave just yet. He knows it’s time to work his magic.

You owe him. The guard is grimy and smells like he hasn’t showered in months. Not only that they’re very persistent at about their job. Charming them is taking longer than he originally had planned.

And then he realizes that Lord Diavolo does not want to leave. Oh boy.

Explains that Lord Diavolo can go anywhere he wants after this, he doesn’t care. That was until you interrupted him saying neither of you can leave without him. He really starts to stress. Why did this have to happen to him?

Somehow and in someway, the both of you manage to convince the redhead to go home. When you get to the House of Lamentation, he’s pulling you straight to his bathroom.

BEELZEBUB

You made him drop his macaroons… his macaroons. He just got them… :(

He is so confused on how you managed to do all of this in a short amount of time? Then he realizes what you just said and he starts stress eating. Poor baby, you kinda regret calling him because it really stresses him out.

“What do you mean you got into a car crash? Are you okay? Are you sure? Don’t worry I’m coming to get you.”

Then he hears Diavolo’s “take your time” and now he’s really stress eating. Not only does he have to bail you out, he has to bail out Lord Diavolo too? Oh boy, the amount of stress you’ve given him is making him have stomach tremors.

He was thinking about getting the both of you alone. Then he started having thoughts of all the human world food and realizes he wouldn’t be able to go alone without getting distracted. So, he brings Belphie to keep him on track.

His frown grows deeper when he sees the two of you curled into each other in the corner of the cell. He ignores how Belphie’s laughing and taking pictures of you both before walking over to you two.

He didn’t bring any bail money. Like Levi, ignores how the guard is saying that they can’t let the both of you leave. Simply pushes the guard off of him when they try to stop him. He also rips the bars from the ground and throws them aside. C’mon, we’re leaving.

Then Diavolo doesn’t want to leave and that’s where Beel gets upset. He’s hungry, Lord Diavolo. He doesn’t have time to be fooling around. His stomach his about to make earthquakes.

In less than three seconds, he’s now playing tug-a-war with Diavolo. Trying to ignore the empty promises of royal dinners the Prince is throwing at him.

“Lord Diavolo, we’re leaving!” “I will let you have anything you want to eat from the Palace is you let me stay!” “WE ARE LEAVING!”

BELPHEGOR

He knew he should have slept through the phone call.

He was actually wondering where you were. You missed their daily nap session. If he wasn’t too tired, he would have gone looking for you earlier.

When you explain to him what happened there’s two opposing sides to his thought. On one hand he’s like “What do you mean you committed three felonies?” in an amusing way. Lowkey is kinda proud. The most he’s been arrested for is fight with some mom who told him he couldn’t sleep at some park with his pillow.

On the second hand he’s like “WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU COMMITTED THREE FELONIES?” He’s stuck on the part on how you could have died in less than 24 hours. He’s more angry at the fact you’re making him worried about you then at the fact he has to go pick you up.

When he went to go get Beel so they could go pick you up, Mammon overheard and started making a whole commotion. You can only guess what happened next when eight demons, a sorcerer, and an angel showed up at the police station.

When he sees not only you behind bars, but Diavolo too, he’s really wishing he slept through your call.

He snaps when the guard tells him he can’t go home with you just yet. Starts picking a fight the guard. It’s a screaming match before it turns into fist fight. He’s not leaving here until he makes a point Lucifer. He’s winning this fight one way or another! You can’t stop him!!

When he hears that Diavolo doesn’t want to leave, he doesn’t care. He drags you out the cell and leaves the Prince there. Lucifer can deal with him. He just wants to go home.

When you guys do finally get to go home, he’s covered in scratches and a couple of bruises. He’s using you as a body pillow tonight whether you like it or not.

DIAVOLO

He’s so happy.

He doesn’t care that he’s committed serious crimes and is now sitting in this jail cell. He also doesn’t really care that it could potentially hurt his reputation as a ruler. He’s so happy he’s got come up here and do things he’s never done before. And he’s most happy that he got to do this with you!

And although it’s mostly his fault, he pretends as if none of it matters and keeps reliving the moments in head. (He’s sorry, truly. But when he gets so excited he just simply forgets about everything else and focuses on what he wants to do. Laws and regulations; out the window. It’s Diavolo time!)

At first you were more than a little upset with him. But then he couldn’t contain himself and started telling you about what happened today as if you weren’t there. The words are coming out his mouth so fast it gets to a point where he gets all tongue tied and he’s barely saying words.

He tells you every single detail all over again and every emotion he felt within that moment and thought he had too. And the more and more he speaks, that anger you felt diminishes. You’re happy that he’s happy and enjoyed himself although this day hadn’t particularly gone to plan.

Even when Barbatos and Lucifer come to pick you both up, he’s smiling through it. Especially when they both are lecturing you, it goes through one ear and out the other. He’s glad he was able to experience this.

Oh and don’t think it’ll stop here. He basically tries to convince you to go with him again.

BARBATOS

Longer sigh…

He warned you.

He told you not to do it and look what happened. He hopes you learned your lesson.

He also knew this was going to happen regardless of his warning. He tried preventing it, really. But no matter what alterations he made to the timeline, you both still ended in a jail cell.

When you told him what chaos the both of you have caused in less than a day, his anxiety spikes. You let Lord Diavolo drive a car? Of course he’s going to tell you he knows how to drive. Just because he tells you doesn’t mean he actually knows MC—

He’s upset with you but at the same time he feels for you too. He knows how his Young Master gets when he’s too excited. There’s nothing stopping him, he’s really the definition of one-track minded.

He tells you to give him a few seconds to gather a few things before hanging up. You thought it was going to take a half hour at most but then Barbatos is walking through the station door three seconds later.

The guard lets the both of you go willingly and with no money. You suspect it’s Barbatos doing and when you ask him about it, he acts as if he knows nothing.

Actually, he covers the entire mess completely by altering time. He can’t have people finding out Lord Diavolo had gotten arrested by human authorities, can he now? Nothing pops up when you search for news reports on the web.

He lets Lucifer deal with your punishment as he deals with Lord Diavolo’s. However, he does lecture you about it the next time he sees you. Oh, and the two of you alone together? Never happening again.

SOLOMON

You don’t get to finish your explanation before he’s laughing in your face.

Mr. Agent of Chaos #2 is so amused by this, he wants to hear exactly how you got yourself in this mess. He’s even more surprised that you allowed yourself to get caught. You have pacts with seven demon lords and you thought to not use any of them?? This is more entertaining than Asmo at a frat house.

WAIT DID HE JUST HEAR LORD DIAVOLO’S VOICE TOO?

He starts laughing even harder. The Demon Prince got arrested too? This is comedy gold. Wait a little while longer, he needs to document it for future references. Quick question: what type of unnatural phenomenon did the two of you create? Describe it to him.

He knows what the police are like but never has had to deal with them himself. He can’t be shady if he hasn’t avoided the police for a decade or so. What? He got tired of paying taxes…

He goes alone. When he sees you and the large demon smiling at you he starts to laugh again. It’s to the point where he’s wheezing and bending over. He wipes tears from his eyes afterwards. This is priceless. Please let him take a selfie with the both of you in the back.

He goes over to magically open the cell until the guard tells him he can’t do that and you guys can’t leave. He looks over at the guard and mumbles a few words in latin. Now the guard’s a duck, great. Nice going, Solomon.

When Diavolo tells him he particularly doesn’t want to go back the Devildom, Solomon doesn’t care. He can do what he wants as long as he can take you back with him. But when you tell him to help you convince the Prince to go back home, he sighs.

He threatens Diavolo about calling Simeon to come get him and the redhead is glaring at him but still walks out the cell. Great! Now everyone can go home!

So about that the phenomenon….

SIMEON

Three words: What the fuck?

How did any of this happen? When did any of this happened? What do you mean it happened today? The day’s barely ended! You got into a car crash? Are you okay?

Voices his concerns, deeply. Makes you feel so guilty about what happened today you start crying while the jail phone is pressed against your ear. Diavolo can only rub your back as he listens to Simeon thoroughly explain to you on why what you did was wrong and that you’re lucky he isn’t Lucifer.

He then hears Diavolo’s “Maybe calling Simeon was a bad idea.” Oh. Now he’s really upset. Doesn’t understand how Lord Diavolo allowed this to happen. You could have died, he’s not ready to see you in the Celestial Realm just yet! He tells you to pass the phone to the Demon Lord and you can’t imagine what Simeon is telling Diavolo that’s making him so pale. It’s your turn to rub his back.

When you get the phone back, Simeon tells you to sit tight and he’s coming to get you.

When he does get there, the frown on his face makes you feel even more guilty than on the phone. You could even Diavolo go stiff beside you.

When the guards tells him that the both of you aren’t allowed to leave, he’s super close on letting the both of you suffer the consequences. Yet, he tries to make the guard more lenient by guilt tripping him too.

When he hears that Diavolo doesn’t want to go back, it doesn’t take much for him to convince the Prince to go back home. All he does is glare at him and the redhead is walking out the cell with nervous chuckles.

When the three of you go back to the Devildom, he makes the both of you explain to Lucifer and Barbatos as to what happened within the last hour and why he had to go and pick you up.

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