#maybe i shouldn't fall in love with the idea yet i guess i need to think it over and i told my parents to consider the money thing too

[littleskeletonprincessss]

Here, have this

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"God, you're so annoying, y/n! You don't have any idea what you're fucking talking about!" Schlatt yelled, walking away from you and into the kitchen.

"Excuse me, Mr. I'm-too-busy-to-spend-even-a-second-with-my-girlfriend! It's not my fault you've taken on so much and stretched yourself so thin! You did this to yourself!"

It was the 5th night in a row where Schlatt had to call and tell you he 'had to work late' and 'sorry hon, rain check for dinner tonight'.

"Jesus Christ I am so tired of you nagging me all the time! You're always around, just leave me the fuck alone for once!"

"If that's how you feel then maybe we shouldn't even be together!"

"There's a bright idea. Nice to know you can have those every once in a while."

"Fuck you, Schlatt! We're done." You yelled, before grabbing your purse and walking out of his house.

Walking into your apartment, you let your purse drop to the floor and flopped onto your couch, leaning your head back, and letting out a loud sigh, releasing all the pent up anger you'd harbored on your angry drive home.

It unfortunately wasn't uncommon for you and Schlatt to get into arguments. They'd usually result in one of you storming out of the house, and either returning later that night to exchange apologies and end with rough, angy make up sex or returning the next day and deciding it'd be best for both of you if you took a break for a while.

This was the fourth time it'd happened, and you were tired of it. You loved Schlatt, you really did. But God was it exhausting to break up and get back together all the time. You knew that this wasn't what it was supposed to be like.

Deciding to call Schlatt in the morning you turned on your TV for the sole purpose of serving as background noise for you to numbly fall asleep to, preparing yourself for what would come in the morning.

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When you woke up, you briefly looked around your apartment before remembering the previous night's fight. You'd grown used to waking up in Schlatt's warm arms, his face buried in your neck from behind, so it was almost a strange feeling to be cold and alone.

Looking at the clock it read 10:30. Schlatt would probably be awake, most likely editing again. You pressed the call button on his contact half expecting him not to answer.

"Hey."

"I think we need to talk."

"Yeah, I guess."

"Coffee?"

"Yeah. I can be there in 20."

"See you then."

You left only a few minutes later after running your fingers through your hair and brushing your teeth, making yourself look somewhat presentable, and almost subconsciously walked to the coffee shop down the street, a place that had quickly become of favorite of yours and Schlatt's.

Looking around and not seeing him yet you at a table by the door, watching it and gently scratching your arms as a distraction from the way you were feeling.

Schlatt walked in and after briefly meeting your eyes sat silently across from you. It was obvious how little either of you wanted to be there right now, and it looked like neither of you wanted to speak first.

"Schlatt, we can't keep doing this."

Taking a deep breath, Schlatt muttered a defeated "I know."

"I think we need to break up. For good this time."

He sat silent for a long pause, staring at the fingers he was tapping on table.

"Whatever." he finally said, quickly standing up and leaving the coffee shop without another word or glance your way.

You sat for a bit, letting what had happened sink in. That was it. Wiping away the trapped tears that were making your eyes burn and throat hurt you left as well, walking the opposite way that Schlatt had, to your apartment, heartbroken and alone.

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It'd been a week. There were no texts, no calls, nothing exchanged between either of you. Schlatt hadn't posted anything, which surprised you. He had been trying to be more consistent with it. You posted a memory on Instagram and he wasn't among the notifications of likes like he normally would be.

This was foreign. You and Schlatt had started as friends before you'd gotten together the first time. You'd never gone longer than a couple days without any sort of contact, and that was only because he'd had to go back home and had forgotten his phone charger.

Your kitchen counters were littered with pizza boxes, food wrappers, bottles, you hadn't been bothered to cook anything or clean anything up. You could stand for a shower, shown evident by the greasy knot on top of your head and the thin layer of grime that had settled on your skin. Snotty and tear soaked tissues blanketed your living room floor. You were sinking and there was no one that could pull you up.

"I'm so pathetic" you whispered to yourself, looking at your smelly clothes and dirty surroundings. "I can't just sit here anymore." you resolved, standing up before moving to the bathroom to shower and start putting your life back in order.

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A few hours later you were tying the last garbage bag, your apartment, and you, looking leagues better than they had earlier..

A knock on your door pulled your attention away from cleaning. You hadn't ordered anything and your neighbors weren't usually the kind to stop by for anything.

Opening the door you were surprised by what you saw.

"Schlatt?"

There he stood, nearly filling your door frame with his large frame. He was unshaven, and his outfit looked about how yours had this morning, wrinkly and disheveled. But what surprised you was that he was crying. In all the time you'd known him, as a friend or a boyfriend, you'd never seen Schlatt cry.

But here he was, on your door step, big brown eyes watery with unshed tears, his nose running and red.

"Y/n" he choked out, voice rough from a combination of unuse and sobs.

Before you could say or do anything, Schlatt reached out and pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug and hiding his face in your neck.

"I'm so so sorry for how I was treating you recently. You were right, I'd been spending too much time away from you. But I'm gonna get better." He blubbered.

"Schlatt--" you started, before he cut you off.

"I am. I'm going to be so much better for you. I know I don't deserve you, Y/n, I know you deserve someone who's so much better than me, but I'm gonna be better for you. I love you so much, angel. I know, we've had our issues, and i've said things in the past, but none of it is true. You're it. You're it for me. I need you in my life, Y/n. This last week has been hell without you. God I can't even begin to explain how I felt in the coffee shop when you said we were done for good. My whole world came tumbling down. It hurt so, so much. And I know it hurt you too and i'm sorry that I pushed you to do that. Please, give me one more chance. Please."

He looked into your eyes after that speech, trying to find your response before you said it.

Letting out a small sigh you pulled him down into another hug, clearing your throat from the new wash of tears that came over you.

"I love you, Schlatt."

You could feel Schlatt let out a breath you knew he'd been holding before he held you even tighter than before, if it was possible.

"I love you. So much."

#schlatt #jschlatt #schlatt x reader #jschlatt x reader

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Unexpectedly Yours: Part 5

Fandom: Ted Lasso (Regency AU)

Pairing: Roy Kent x F!Reader

Summary: Lord Roy Kent still has yet to marry. He hates the notion that marriage is a way to ensure your status in society. You have delayed your debut to society for years because of the same idea. So what happens when two people who hate the idea of marriage are constantly drawn to each other?

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

You didn't want to speak to anyone the next morning after the dinner. You didn't want to see anyone. You were annoyed and slightly embarrassed with how you behaved last night.

You decided you'd stay in your room for the entire day. Cece had tried to get you to come out and play with her but you expressed that you weren't feeling well. Did you feel bad for lying to your cousin? Yes, but you really just needed to wallow in your room by yourself.

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"Lady Clara is here to see you, Miss." Jane announces as she peeks her head into your room.

You sigh, "Did you tell her that I'm feeling unwell?"

"Yes and she's very insistent that she sees you."

You groan as you sit up in your bed, "You may send her up, I guess."

Minutes go by and the door opens. Clara walks in, "Good day, Y/N."

You give a stiff nod, "Clara."

She clears her throat, "I came by to apologize. I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable last night. It was never my intention. My brother has always told me how stubborn I can be. I just-I love him so much. He deserves to be happy. However, I understand that while you and my brother are amicable that doesn't mean you are to be with each other. I apologize greatly for practically forcing you to be together. I am ashamed to say that I'm no better than the rest of society," her head hands low in shame.

"I accept your apology, Clara. Thank you. I admire your love and concern for your brother. He's...a good man. He does deserve love in his life. I'm-I'm just not sure that's me."

Clara nods in understanding, "Yes, well, I'll leave you to rest. I hope you feel better soon," she gives a bow and sees herself out.

As soon as the door closes, you groan and fall back against your pillows.

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Roy watches as Cece and Phoebe run around the garden. He's glad that his niece found a friend after moving here. Things haven't been easy for the young girl, and Roy's always done his best to make sure she lives a loving and happy life.

He hears his sister before he sees her. She's walking down the path that leads to where he's sitting, a bench underneath a tree on the property.

"Where did you go off to?" he asks, eyes still on the young girls playing.

"I went to apologize to Y/N," Roy grunts and Clara continues, "I won't meddle anymore. I'm sorry that I've made things uncomfortable for you both."

He nods to his sister, "Thank you. She-She already feels so much pressure on her from her mother, society, she doesn't need more."

"I know, but, Roy...please be honest with me, do you care for her?"

Roy's jaw clenches and he looks away from Clara. He sighs, "I do, but, again, it's complicated. She's so...aggravating, smart mouthed, opinionated. But she's also sweet, she cares deeply for her friends and family. I can't help but be drawn to her."

Clara softly smiles at her brother, she places a hand on his shoulder, "I know I said I won't meddle, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't try to win her affections. I do think there may be something promising between you two and I don't mean in a business transaction way."

"Clara?"

"Hm?"

"Did you love Andrew?" Clara sits and thinks about her husband, who's passed, "I wouldn't say love, but I cared for him as a friend. He was definitely the best out of the other men that have asked to court me. He was kind, understanding. He's also the reason I have Phoebe. I may not have loved him in a romantic way, but I do hold him dear."

"Do you think you could've fallen in love with him over time?"

She shrugs, "Maybe."

Clara and Roy both look on to Cece and Phoebe who are rolling in the grass. Their laughter echoing throughout the property.

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In the late afternoon, you eventually grew tired of your self-isolation. So you called upon Keeley and Jamie to join you for tea.

In the sitting room, the three of you are lounging, sipping from your cups.

"I feel like I haven't seen you in forever," Keeley states as she takes a bite from a biscuit.

"It's been a few days, Keels," Jamie says with a snort.

She waves him off, "Too long. Tell me, what have you been up to?"

You sigh, setting your cup down, "My family and I had dinner with the Kents last night."

"Oh! I heard about that!" you look at her with a cocked brow, "Your mother told mine. Honestly, I'm a little upset you didn't tell me!"

"How was it? Was Lord Grumps his usual grumpy self?" Jamie asks with a smirk.

"We hardly interacted. He seemed quite miserable actually. Then his niece asked when Roy and I would get married." Keeley and Jamie give you a questioning look and you respond, "Because we played princess and dragons with them. They were the dragons, I was the princess, and Roy was the knight who saved me. The princess and the knight always get married in the stories they've read. Anyway, I told her that what we did was make believe and she got upset. She ran upstairs. Roy followed. Clara and my father made a comment that Roy and I should be together and I-I just got so annoyed and upset. I left the dinner."

"Y/N, why are you so against you and Lord Kent being together?" Jamie asks, genuinely.

"I-He-We're just so different. He's so uptight and grumpy all the time! He's probably only smiled five times in his life! Besides, Jamie, isn't he always rude to you?"

"He's rude to everyone, ain't he?" Jamie responds with a shrug.

You point to him, "That's another thing. He's rude!"

Keeley's interjects, "I think that's just him trying to protect himself from anyone getting too close and potentially hurting him." You and Jamie look at her confused, "What? It makes sense! I heard he was previously engaged to this woman name Georgina Afton. They were super in love, at least it seemed that way. Then Georgina caught the eye of a duke and she broke off the engagement. People say Roy was completely heartbroken."

"So...he's just scared of getting hurt?" you ask in clarification.

"Probably."

"Yeah, I suppose that makes sense," Jamie says, "Wow, love. You never seize to amaze me," he says looking at Keeley like she hung up all the stars in the sky.

"Aw, thanks, love!" she leans in and pecks his lips.

The sight makes you smile. You always hoped to find a love like theirs. It was rocky at first, but Keeley and Jamie...they just make sense to you. They fit each other well and you dream of finding someone who fits you.

Is that someone Roy Kent? You're still not sure.

He frustrates you and makes you doubt yourself sometimes, but he also challenges you. He's caring and adores his family. He's quick witted and snarky, but also funny.

Hmmm...you really had to think about this.

Besides, there were other men that could potentially catch your eye. Maybe...maybe you should start taking finding a suitor more seriously...

#roy kent x reader #roy kent imagine #regency au #ted lasso au #roy kent au

[sketchy-rosewitch]

hi this is literally my first time sending a fic request but i'd like to ask if you could maybe write a bo x fem!reader fic where bo comes home covered in blood one day (it's implied that he's been out killing people) and basically the reader is kinda attracted to it so before he goes to shower, they stop him and suggest that maybe he shouldn't shower just yet. he then gets the hint and they have sex. i was trying to write it myself but i literally can't even produce a single sentence right now and i love your blog and your writing so i'd love it if you'd be open to turning my idea into an actual fic aha. it's okay if not but i just figured i'd ask. :)

I gotchu! Oh my gosh it means a lot that you decided to make a request to me! I loved writing it! Apologies that it’s so short.

Minors DNI 18+

Warnings: Blood, blood play, blood consumption(idk how else I’m supposed to put that but yeah)

Masterlist

Bloody Hands: Bo Sinclair x fem!Reader

The TV hums lowly in the background as you organize the living room a bit before bed. You swipe a cloth against the bookshelves, dust collecting on it.

The front door swings open, Bo comes in caked in blood.

Your breath hitches, you can’t help but stare at your husband. You walk up to him slowly.

“Honey, I’m gonna go shower real quick if that’s alright.”

You look up with pleading eyes. “No! No, uh, not yet.” You touch his blood soaked clothes, the blood stamps onto your hand when you press lightly on his shoulder.

“You’re disgusting…”

Your heart clenches and you look up shocked, but your expression changes when you see Bo smirking at you. You smile shyly and look down but Bo’s fingers grab your chin so you’re looking at him again.

“You like when I come home like this? When I just killed someone? Got their blood all over my hands. Messy job today baby.”

You nod at every word that comes from his mouth and he lets out an airy laugh, leaning in to kiss you. You kiss back deeply and lick his bottom lip. He opens and you moan lightly into him. Bo let’s go and kisses down your body, your clothes getting soaked too in victim blood. You look at your bloody hand and lick the blood off your fingers.

“Dirty.” Bo’s looking right at you and you nod frantically agreeing with him. He wipes his face with his sleeve and you lay on the floor, you kiss and lick his face tasting and smelling the iron, humming, absolutely satisfied. Your hips buck up and Bo pulls your shorts and underwear off. “You’re a crazy bitch. Holy fuck.” Bo says before shoving two fingers in your pussy. You arch your back and moan.

“You just look so good Bo! You do so good killin’ all those people and I can’t help myself!”

Bo pulls his fingers out and sticks them in your mouth. You suck and watch as he unbuckles his belt, sliding down his pants just to his knees out of impatience.

“You look good covered in blood too Hun.” Bo teases your hole and you grind against his tip. He slowly slides in. You wrap your arms around Bo’s back and kiss and bite him. He thrusts into you, both of you groaning. Your back arches.

You squeeze around Bo.

“God you’re a mess right now. Look at you, covered in about as much blood as I am.”

He pounds into you harder.

“Bo! Please! Bo!”

He takes his middle finger and circles your clit. Your eyes roll back, Bo leans forward and kisses your cheek.

“S’okay hun. You wanna cum?”

“Yes! Yes! Can I cum?”

“Yes baby, go ahead and cum around my cock.”

Your eyes roll back and legs tremble. You let out a squeal and try and grip his bloody shirt. It doesn’t take long for Bo to finish either, his hips stutter and he groans cunning inside of you.

He falls on top of you and looks up from your chest. You smile at him and turn your head away a little embarrassed.

“Guess we both need a shower now.”

“Guess so.” Bo laughs and you join in while playing with his hair on the living room floor.

#bo sinclair #bo sinclair x you #bo sinclair headcanons #bo sinclair x y/n #bo sinclair x reader #house of wax 2005 #house of wax

[zoeykallus]

Hi, how are you doing?

I'm impressed how much you were writing, but I got an idea which you might haven't written, yet.

What about reader helping Echo with putting (sun)lotion on? I mean, I have limited flexibility and cannot reach the whole back and I guess Echo would have the same problems.

Fluffy one shot? Maybe slightly suggestive?

Aloha!

Tired, very tired, but alright I guess :)) Sweet Echo, we need to give him love whenever and wherever we can!

TBB Echo x Reader Fluff One-Shot - A Soft Touch

Warning: Slightly Suggestive

The weather is beautiful, the beach wonderful, and you have the beach to yourselves, you and the boys. Tech discovered the beach on one of his explorations. Today you have a day off, and you take advantage of the wonderful weather on the sandy shores.

Wrecker has fallen asleep in the shade between a few palm trees on his bath towel, his snoring is hard to miss. Tech swims and dives for shells, quite the explorer.

Crosshair lies in the shade with a cocktail, ridiculously large sunglasses on his face. You have no idea where he got them, nor do you know if he's aware that they seem oddly out of place.

Hunter sits a little further away with Omega in the shade of the Marauder, building a sandcastle with her. The two are fully absorbed in their creations.

Finally, your eyes fall on the man you're actually looking for. Echo is sitting on a towel under a parasol that he has stuck in the sand. Next to him is an open bottle of sunscreen. He is trying to apply the sunscreen, but he seems to be having trouble; the expression on his face is a mixture of critical, focused, and frustrated.

You quicken your steps to reach him faster.

"Can I maybe help you?" you ask when you're finally within earshot.

Echo turns to you, his dogged expression dissolving and softening. He smiles at you.

"That would be great, Mesh'la."

For a moment his gaze travels up and down your body, he's seen you undressed before, but never in swimwear.

With a smirk, he says, "You look fantastic, as always".

You kneel behind him, pick up the bottle of sunscreen and laugh softly, "My charmer"

Tech calls out from the water, "Echo, make sure you don't get too much sand in the joints of your prosthetics, you know how hard they are to clean!"

Echo sighs wearily, "Yes, Tech, I know."

Your Beloved doesn't have it easy in many ways, you're always sorry for him, but you're happy to help.

You take some of the lotion and begin to gently and carefully apply it to his sensitive skin. A lot has changed since the Citadel, Echo's remaining skin needs a lot of protection and care. Your fingers gently glide over his skin, massaging the lotion in. You can feel Echo relax under your fingers.

"My poor man, I should massage you more often, you were all tense".

Echo glances over his shoulder at you.

"I think I could use some more of that sunscreen".

You chuckle softly. That was Echo's way of saying, 'Go ahead, that feels good'.

"Best lie down then".

Echo lies down on his stomach, on his towel, and you squat over him, taking some more of the sunscreen and gently massaging his back muscles. He sighs with pleasure. After a while he sighs again and again and suddenly bites into the towel.

"Is something wrong?" you ask, surprised.

He clears his throat.

"This feels a little too good, if you know what I mean," he admits quietly, happy to be lying on his stomach at the moment.

"What do you mean?"

Echo says suggestively, "Let me put it this way, I shouldn't be rolling over on my back right now, or everyone might see how much I like your massage"

You giggle.

"Maybe we should find a quiet corner".

Echo laughs softly.

"Good idea"

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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#suggestive #star wars #the bad batch #clonelove #tbb #clone force 99 #sw tbb #tech #crosshair #hunter #echo #wrecker #tbb echo #echo x reader #echo x you #star wars fanfiction #fanfiction #echo fluff #asks #requests #bad batch echo #echo tbb #the bad batch echo #echo the bad batch

[aparticularbandit]

here's a fun question that i haven't thought through yet but could be fun

a giant mecha monokuma slammed through the ceiling right

mass destruction on people who were not suspecting it

of the three people who were there, one of them is still conscious (kyoko, the answer is kyoko, she's the pov character, i needed her conscious), one of them is dead (which was not intended but fits, i think, with the whole), and one is unconscious. definitely with a head wound, but probably no lasting head trauma.

here's the question.

should the character who is currently unconscious with a head wound, by nature of being closest to the epicenter of the landing monokuma, maybe also have some sort of spinal injury. re: paralysis.

like maybe they should be the one that isn't dead and the other person should be paralyzed (which actually would make sense, but there's a different sort of. impact. depending on who dies)....

you know what, spoiler talk under the cut, i actually want to crowd source this and talk this through and have thoughts.

right now hina is dead. done. gone. dead.

this currently leads to a potential conversation between kyoko and junko (or ryoko post-memory recovery - i'm not sure how much is still junko at that point, i'll get there) about whether junko knew hina would die and if she did, then why didn't she tell kyoko because hina was right next to kyoko and kyoko could have saved her.

i like this potential conversation in terms of 1) junko trauma (if i go with what i'm currently planning re: chiaki, the lasting impact of good people die saving people becomes its own theme - chiaki dying saving junko (when they were kids! so i guess more chiaki dying saving ryoko); makoto dying saving junko; junko choosing to die (sort of) because that's the proper ending (and also saves everyone else from her); kyoko doesn't get the option to die saving hina because kyoko would have died instead) and 2) the limits of junko's ability - she could predict that mikan would come save her, she could even predict how mikan came to save her, but she can't predict where all of the debris landed or where everyone was standing when the debris landed (she could guess at that, at least), and so couldn't have predicted who got hit where/how and so couldn't have known that hina would die to tell kyoko in the first place (not that she would have told kyoko anyway).

but.

byakuya could die instead.

he was at the epicenter of the monokuma landing by proxy of being right next to junko. the monokuma could literally have landed on him and crushed him.

...but i think actually being at the epicenter would protect him because they would need to make sure that junko wasn't hurt when they came to get her, so it's likely he shouldn't be hurt too terribly bad either.

and also byakuya dying would lead to a whole thing with toko/jack, which would lead to even more wanting to murder junko, but anything that hurts byakuya could do that, just not on necessarily the same scale. permanent lasting damage would have a similar effect. especially if he's paralyzed from the waist down.

(this would also lead to toko hovering around byakuya even more than before because she would be trying to help him with the wheelchair and etc. which he would hate. but she would absolutely try to play nurse with him. which would feel really gross but would also be very much in line with danganronpa and would also parallel mikan's treatment of ryoko. for all that we love mikan, there are definitely elements of yeah, but going on with her treatment of ryoko. particularly regarding yasuke. what she knows and says and keeps to herself. what she tries to control with regards to ryoko.

the idea of this injury also being worse because toko tried to move him. like - that's something you instinctively do, right, or maybe she would, seeing byakuya passed out and surrounded by sparking wires and potential more falling debris - it's pick him up, get him out - but like. there are very clear moments when that's a bad idea and you let the professionals do it (but they wouldn't know that professionals were on the way at all!) - and the effects of trying to move and help and save someone who's hurt who was better off not being moved because of things you did not know - how interfering can sometimes make things worse is also a good. parallel with mikan and junko in this situation.)

....

which means i've maybe talked myself into hina stays dead and yes, byakuya paralysis, but.

still taking thoughts if people have thoughts? would like thoughts.

#musings #bandit brainstorms #dr1 end rewrite fic

[sicjimin]

AU where yoongi is a famous rapper and jimin has a normal job and yoonmin are exes who meet after almost a year of breaking up when jimin is pregnant but hasn't told yoongi because they broke up because of yoongis career.

But then yoongi supports him through an episode of morning sickness and jimin realises that he NEEDS him and yoongi genuinely wants to support him too so they get back together?

Is this too elaborate of a request 😭 I'm so sorry

a.n : another very .. old .. request have been fulfilled 🥲 im sorryy again it takes so long, i hope you're still around anon .. AND This is a very long one (25k words). I even considering to make this into 2 parts as i got carried away and yeah .. the story dragged on. in part 2 will be Yoongi takes care of Jimin during his morning sickness, more like a drabble i guess. i dont know if this story makes sense bc im afraid the longer story goes the more like rambling i got going on there .. (and i havent write the part 2 yet, so im open with any suggestion about what kind of morning sickness episode that jimin is going thru, and where (maybe) bc i feel like ive been using lots of scene ab morning sickness, a fresh idea would be very welcomed 🫶)

⚠️ a long read ahead ⚠️

tw : mpreg, emeto. (lots of it), most of it with detailed description of vomiting

Jimin should have known—should have realized and learned from his past 3 years long relationship with Yoongi, that the older is smart, meticulous, and attentive ; especially towards him. He should have known that even after a year going with minimal contact, his Yoongi won't change too much. He would still be Yoongi that always keeps his gaze towards Jimin—carefully trailing every single of his body movement, with hands ready to catch him if he almost fall after laughing too much, or if he trips over his legs, or if Jimin's glass of wine already empty but he's already curled in cozy on the couch, or if they sit close enough and Jimin starts to feel sleepy ; it would be ready to trace the younger locks, gently massaging his scalp because he knows it would help Jimin fall asleep, or over his arms ; rubbing an absent-minded pattern that would instantly melt the knots in Jimin's muscles after a long day.

Jimin should have known that. And should've been careful with his act—or Yoongi would catch up on it. On things he had been trying to hide, even make Taehyung and Jungkook swore to secrency.

But it's hard.

It's hard when his friends cologne starts to mixed with food, making a weird combination towards his already sensitive nose. And it doesn't help that today was the day that his baby want to act and make his lives harder.

So he only sighs, tired .. and not thrilled about the conversation that going to happened as he found Yoongi outside Seokjin's bathroom door—Jimin doesn't want to think how long he had been standing there and probably has listened to him, to his gross gag throwing up his little lunch.

"Are you okay?", Yoongi asks, gaze trailing over Jimin's head to toe, making Jimin squirms uncomfortable as his hand secretly curled more possesively towards his middle. Hoping the dim light of Seokjin's bedroom and his loose cardigan and shirt combo would conceal his protruded belly enough. He's still early, it shouldn't showing a lot .. right?

"How long have you been here?", Jimin rasps, as he walks passed him and sit on the edge of the bed. Throwing up always left him a little bit dizzy, and for some reason, a whiff of Yoongi's cologne—that he used to love years ago—is making his stomach churn a little.

Yoongi walks slowly, a little hesitant to approach the younger. "Enough to hear you ... throwing up?"

Jimin sighs. He can feel that his baby isn't done. "I'm fine .. just today lunch not sitting well", he mumbles. It didn't sound convincing at all, but Jimin hopes Yoongi would let it go—along with him, maybe back to their friends in the living room ; so he can bring back his senses to normal and finish his "morning" sickness peacefully. But the hopes went into vain, as Yoongi takes Jimin's silence as an acceptance to sit beside him. His cologne waft in a small breeze as he plops into the soft mattress, and what he said before heightened the growing nausea, "Tae said that you have been sick a lot .. you sure it's only food not sitting right?"

Jimin scrunched his face, eyes squeezing shut as his brain torn in between wanting to murder Taehyung or run to the bathroom as saliva starts pool in his mouth and—"Uurrk", a gag escaped his lips, as Jimin tries to keep it down but couldn't as nausea was starting to rise. "Sorry", he croaked out, muffled under his palm before he run back to the bathroom. This time barely managed to close the door, as water already rushing pass through his lips before he even settled himself properly in front of the bowl.

"Uurrkkk—", a bigger wave of nausea rushed through him, and he threw up again in the toilet. "Oh my gosh."

He could almost feel Yoongi hovering behind him, worriedly patting his back like that mother hen, while muttering some words of comfort that Jimin didn’t bother to listen—his stomach didn't let him anyway. Only 2 heaves thats productive, mostly bringing out water, but Jimin still feel nauseous—like there's something bigger needed to out. But he doesn't know what.

He just feel so queasy, and it's annoying.

Yoongi stopped rubbing his back, as Jimin peels away from the bowl, resting his head over the seat. "Is there anything I can do?", Yoongi asks, as he quietly tidy up the younger's hair that falls and sticks over his forehead. He looks so pale .. and it clenched his heart.

"No ... i still feel nauseous", Jimin mumbles tiredly, grimacing as he coughed wetly and spit up a mouthful of watery vomit. "Gosh ..", he can't help but groans.

"Water?", Yoongi tries to offer, but it feels like a wrong one as Jimin shakes his head and immediately gagged without getting anything up. "Don't mention food or drink", he scolds after the wave passes.

Yoongi nods, pulling himself away slightly—not wanting to upset the sick male even more. They sat in silence for a minute or two.  Jimin coughed a few times, keeping his face aimed into the toilet. And Yoongi was only there, watching how Jimin keep aggresively rubbing his stomach, and how his heart would leap if some of cough morph into a wetter gag ; his instict to jump in motion and ready to pull his hair back and pat his back.

"You don't have to stay here .. you know", Jimin breathes out, barely can keep his eyes open too look at the latter. Every words feels like it was hard to utter, heavy and laced with sickness. Yoongi is worried—something is definitely wrong with his Jimin. "Namjoon hyung must've sear—", his words cut off as an intense wave of nausea comes, leaving him with a long, deep belch, and puke showered into the toilet. He began to cough again, gasping for breath. "Fuck ..", Jimin curses.

"Are you done?", Yoongi asked as he stand up, quickly wiping Jimin's chin clean with his sweater sleeve, avoiding the spot that Jimin spat, and took out a tissue to wipe the puke down. Jimin felt a little guilty at how Yoongi had wiped his mess, and that made him want to cry a little. "Want water?"

Jimin shakes his head, blew his nose, tossed the tissue into the befouled toilet, and flushed. "No .. i don't think i'm done yet. It will just come back up", he mumbles quietly. "You really should go back. They must have been searching for you. I will join in a minute", Jimin said, waving away the hand that tried to touch his shoulder.

Yoongi frowned at him, looking like he wanted to say something but decided against it. "I can go get an anti-emetic suppository, if you want," he said, completely ignoring Jimin's words. "Jin-hyung also must have something for stomachache"

Jimin's eyes widen. "No ..", he hisses, loudly than he expected. He coughs a little. "I already took one before coming here. It doesn't work today"

"Today?"

Jimin nods, taking a deep breath. "Can you open the window a bit? The smell is trapped here", he said, gesturing to the toilet. His throat was starting to feel like sandpaper by now. Yoongi opens the window, letting a cool breeze flow into the dorm, which seems to relax Jimin further.

"Don't think too much about it", Jimin mumbles tiredly.

Silence washes over them. And Yoongi feels awkward by it—he keeps looking over the younger, that currently counting his breathing. "You want to go to the doctor?"

Jimin scoffs, "Already went", he answers, and finally opened his eyes, locking gaze with Yoongi—and it was a fault as it's almost makes him want to breakdown and spill everything. "Stop fussing over me hyung .. i will be fine"

Yoongi sighs, rolling his eyes. "Stop pushing me away"

Jimin didn't get to retort back as nausea coming back. "Fuck ..", he breathes in, hoping that it would quell the wave so he didn't have to throw up. But he still propped himself back over the toilet, shoving Yoongi a little, that was sitting near to it. "I'm going to throw up again", he mumbles, feeling a lump forming at his throat. He closed his eyes again and hung onto the toilet seat as his body shook with a violent heave. Thick torrents of vomit showered into the water. Jimin paused, belched loudly, and threw up some more. "Hyung ..", he chocked out mid heave. "My stomach hurts"

The response was immediate, as Yoongi's arms suddenly wrapped around his shoulder, and Jimin's fingers that been gripping the seat pelled away, changing with Yoongi's hands. "Breathe .. it will be over soon, and you will feel better", he murmurs softly, stroking the younger's hair. Jimin barely can register everything as he's fighting with the ringing and pounding all over his head, along with the turmoil in his stomach, as he rocked with shuddering retches—chunks of vomit fell from his mouth and splashed noisily into the toilet again and again.

It takes him few minutes and tons of Yoongi's reminder to breathe and comforting words, before the heaving tapered off, leaving him exhausted but feeling slightly better. This round was more intense than the first, but over more quickly. Yoongi quickly guided him to rest against the bathtub and brought the younger a cup of water to rinse his mouth and flushed as he spit it back out. "Thank you ..", Jimin hums , closing his eyes for a moment before slowly opening them again, feeling dizzy still, but at least not nauseous anymore.

"Let me drives you home", Yoongi says, trailed behind him as Jimin stood up on shaky legs. A sudden tug at his arm made Jimin flinch before glaring at the older, who was already holding onto him tightly. "Please?"

Jimin could only sighs, all of his energy already flushed down the toilet, all he wanted to do is curled in his bed after drowning his morning sickness pills. He couldn't even dare to imagine how it would be sitting in his ex car and being sick on top of that. What if he throws up again in the car? No .. he can't let Yoongi saw him like that ever again. "No, dont ..", he answers, and immediately feel guilty when he sees Yoongi visibly deflates. "Just .. call Tae here, please hyung? I will go home with him"

Yoongi frowns, obviously confused but nodded anyways. Jimin could tell that the elder was reluctant, but he knows Yoongi won't push him. "Okay .. rest and wait here", he says, and Jimin nodded silently before plopping to the bed, closing his eyes as exhaustion creeping up to him, while he listens to Yoongi's footsteps and the closed door.

***

"You and Yoongi hyung WHAT?", Jungkook shrieked, his sandwich that already halfway going to his mouth halts in the air. Jimin rolls his eyes, before giving the youngest pinch in his arms, causing him to yelps. "Hyung!"

"That's you and your boyfriend fault", Jimin sulks, taking a sip of his pregnancy milk in his tumblr and biting a little of cookies. That's all he managed to eat today. His morning sickness hasn't eased up yet. "I already told you that i'm not feeling good, but you insist for me to go"

"Sorry hyung ..", Jungkook pouts, chewing down the sandwich, as he realized that their lunch time is limited. "You know hyungs always want us to be complete as seven .. Namjoon hyung about to leave too, you would be sad if you're not seeing him, right?"

Jimin sighed. Jungkook is too cute. "I know .. it's just .. you know, i'm afraid that Yoongi hyung might know", he mumbles quietly, looking down to his stomach, and rubbing it gently.

"Would it be so bad if he knows .. hyung?", Jungkook asks carefully. "He's still Yoongi hyung .. you know he won't do anything ill to you and the baby. He would feel happy", he continues.

Jimin shrugged, "Happy? Or he would cursed me out and keeping us secret as it would damage his career"

"You know hyung won't—"

"Hyung won't .. but his agency?", Jimin mutters softly. Jungkook's lips form a thin line, his eyes darken. He knew what that meant, but there was something stopping him from telling Jimin this. Something that stopped him saying 'don't' or 'you'll regret it'. He knew that Jimin wouldn't give up on Yoongi.

And vice versa. They just need to talk, but they both so stubborn.

Jungkook takes a deep breath, "Just .. tell him hyung. It doesn't have to mean or laced with anything. It's better if he knows from you, not from anyone else", he says, putting a little emphasis on the last two words. "We are all friends.

Jimin gives him an unreadable look, then nods. "I will remember that, Kook, thank you", he smiles, ruffling the younger hair before standing up back to the counter.

"You need help?", Jungkook asks, patting the sandwich crumbles off his apron as well, "No, it's fine", Jimin waves him off, and starts welcoming the customers as the bell above the door ringing.

***

Jimin thought he was fine. The calculated and small portion of food he consumes today, along with his prescription shouldve make him feel fine. But maybe because it was hot, and customers went in and out so fast this afternoon, he starts to feel bad.

Jimin huffs.

His feet hurts from standing for too long. He starts to feel dizzy and queasiness also building up. A whole package. And like how the world likes to play a joke on him—Yoongi's song blasted through the convenience store. "Can you change it", he hissed, glaring at the youngest that strolling around the counter as his tasks in the back already done.

"No .. maybe the baby would recognize his father's voice", Jungkook giggles—and Jimin about to kick him on the shin but another customer comes barelling their groceries.

"Can you take over for a little", Jimin breathes out as the customer leaves. The shop is empty now. His dizziness has started to become unbearable. He feels nauseated again and his chest heaved as if he needs to puke again.

Jungkook frowns, "Are you okay hyung?", he asks, immediately standing up and circled his arms around the older waist ; guiding him to sit on the small stool. "Dizzy .. and nauseous as usual", Jimin smiles weakly. "It's okay, i just need to sit down a bit", he mumbles, leaning against the cabinets as he starts to count his breath. Jungkook frowns, looking worried. "Should I get Taehyung?", he asks, and Jimin shakes his head. "No, don't"

Jungkook take a last look on him before another customer coming again. Jimin tuned himself out from all the noises around him. His stomach demanding too much of his attention. He keeps counting, breathing, but it feels like his baby wont compromised other solution than throwing up, as his mouth starts to feel bland and thick with saliva.

Jimin huffs, starts to fumble around searching for a bag to hold. Their bathroom is a bit far, he doesn't know if he could manage to walk there, and the nausea is almost unbearable now.

"Hyung", he hears Jungkook calling out, and Jimin turns towards the voice. "What are these for?"

"I think i'm going to puke", Jimin whispers, trying hard not to throw up on the floor. It feels as though his insides suddenly turned sour; his throat feels dry and his mouth tastes foul. He swallows roughly, and looks into Jungkooks wide, innocent brown eyes. "Want me to accompany you there?"

Jimin shakes his head, his fingers starts to hover around his lips as his throat growing tighter with every words he utter to answers Jungkook. "No .. hyung will be fine. Someone need to be here, shop still packed", he replies, his voice cracking. Jimin tries to swallow again. The urge to vomit becomes strong. "I will be back", he hurriedly says before quickly making a dash towards the bathroom, clutching tightly at the plastic bag he found earlier.

Just like what he predicted, his stomach fails to hold on as he only few steps away from the bathroom hallway. He was at the end of an aisle for something—he barely can acknowledged tons of products around him—when his stomach jumps, causing him to gag ; wet and immediately productive as his cheeks filled with milk he drank earlier. He panickly look around, before shoving the bag over his mouth when it's empty of people around him. He bends his body down to hide himself under the aisles as he gurgling out gush of milk mixed with vomit, waiting for the wave of nausea to stop hitting him. He was really sick.

His ears ringing, as his focus tunelled down into his stomach that preparing itself for the next wave, when someone crouched beside him. "Jimin-ah?"

Jimin opens his eyes, to see Yoongi hovering over him, concern written all over his face, even though it covered with mask and head down baseball cap he loved. "Are you okay?"

Jimin gasps, shaking his head in one move as taking a deep breathe—barely can utter a proper answers when his stomach rolls, forcing more of its content down his throat until he feels his legs wobbling. He tried to stand up—he knows that he's not finished yet, and throwing up in the aisle is gross— but his legs were wobbly, almost gave way, so he clutched to the man beside him. "Bathroom", he mumbles, biting down his lips from spilling his stomach content yet again.

He loves how fast Yoongi reflexes is, as he immediately make Jimin leaned most of his weight towards him and guided them both to the bathroom. Jimin feels like a mess—Yoongi barely open the stall open when Jimin already lunged forward and leans over the toilet bowl. He rocked slightly back and forth as waves of nausea swept over him, heaving up more of his last meal. "Jimin-ah .. breathe .." Yoongi murmurs quietly as he sighed and continued to rub his back as it jerked with one violent heave after another.

"Gosh ..", Jimin moans after vomiting the last of the disgusting things he ate, letting Yoongi push him back as he holds onto the rim for support. "Thank you," he muttered as his legs start to give in, his legs trembling uncontrollably and his body feeling extremely light. Yoongi took out some tissue and wipes Jimin's cheek. "We need to go to the doctor, Jimin-ah .. you thrown up a lot. And don't try to argue me because this is the exact condition like 2 days ago, and you definitely not feeling any better"

Jimin head is fuzzy. He's exhausted. The firmness that laced thick with desperate worry in Yoongi's voice didn't help his emotion that already on rollercoaster. "No .. i just want to go home", he mumbles, letting his head droop over the older shoulder and let him taking most of his weight again.

It feels good. Being in Yoongi's arms feels good.

"But—"

"No .. take me home. I can't stand anymore longer. I will tell you at home, promise", Jimin mutters against the fabric of his shirt. As always Yoongi doesn't push further, simply wraps Jimin's arms around his neck while carrying his feet, holding him close. And although Jimin isn't comfortable yet, somehow he feels completely safe, like he belong here. In the arms of the person he trusted most.

***

Jimin almost makes Yoongi turn around and drives them to the hospital, as he ended up throwing up again in the car. Only 15 minutes of driving. "Jimin .." Yoongi sighed as he takes the soiled bag and tossed it in the garbage in front of Jimin's apartment, waiting for the younger to get out of the car with a little energy he had left.

Yoongi clenched his fist—wanting nothing more than scooped the smaller man in his arms and help him upstairs, tucked him safe in his bed. But that would be crossing the line, right?

"Sshh .. you're fussing too much hyung", Jimin chuckles weakly, and Yoongi swooned. It feels like all the anxiety and adrenaline being washef off—how could someone still looking so pretty with pale chapped lips and after throwing up a lot?

"You look like you might pass out anytime soon, Jimin .. of course i will be worried?!", Yoongi scoffs, quickly wrapped his arms aorund the latter waist. "You want me to carry you up there? I have been working out, i think i can handle it", he offers—borderline serious and joking—and Jimin huffed, "Shut up hyung"

***

The conversation is put on halt—as Jimin immediately passed out, claimed by exhaustion and sickness after Yoongi peeled him off his work clothes, making him take his medicine, eat and refresh himself a little ; and Yoongi didn't have a heart to demand anything from the younger now .. or ever. He would definitely wait until Jimins is ready to tell him what's going on—he just need a vague answer, just to put his heart to calm, and he would be content. Another detail could wait ; wait until Jimin let him in.

Yoongi stares at the muted TV. It's almost 9pm now, and Jimin still fast asleep. He contemplates to make dinner and wake the younger up, but he feels like sleep isn't what Jimin get properly these past days with how sunken his cheeks and the darkness under his eyes. So he decides to put it off, and staying the night. In case Jimin needs him—he will deal with his anger later, if Jimin really despises him that much.

He just can't staying at home but being constantly worried sick about how Jimin is doing.

Yoongi sighs, pulling himself up as he strolls around the apartment. It's still familiar. Nothing really change, not even the guest room. It's all still the same as a year ago, before Yoongi take his warmth from here.

The only thing that feels foreign for him is sleeping on the couch. It's weird, and cold. And reminded him a lot of what he's here for. Just as a concerned friend. No longer a boyfriend that takes up the right side of Jimin's bed.

Yoongi takes another deep breath, sunk in himself deeper into the couch, and play with his phone to stop himself going downward spiral until sleep comes claiming him.

***

Yoongi didnt know when he was asleep, or how long it has been asleep. Maybe it was 2 hours or longer .. everything feels fuzzy. One thing he's sure is, the sun is not up yet.

He frowns, groaning as he feels his muscles ached from curling on the couch. Brain trying to work with force as it's still laced with sleep about what makes him wakes up, now.

Then he got the answers.

Yoongi heard someone coughing in the bathroom but didn't think all that much of it at first. He stays still, his sleepy brain trying think who and why they are coughing. It didn't take long before he heard the toilet flushed, which again was weird.

He jolts from his seat when the next thing he heard was coughing that grew more intense, and he suddenly realized that it wasn't only coughing. Someone in the bathroom was also retching.

"Jimin!", he yelps, hurried over the bathroom down the hall and almost slams the door open. He hurried over and opened the bathroom door.

There he is.

Jimin is squatting in front of the toilet, one arm wrapped around his belly and one hanging onto the seat.  His shoulders shook with a hoarse heave, and he heard liquid pouring into the toilet.

"Jimin-ah .. what's wrong?"

Jimin looked up to him with glassy eyes, before shaking his head weakly and turn his attention back to the bowl—gagging quietly without getting anything up.

Yoongi sits still, tucking the younger hair back and tracing his arms up and down the younger spine that covered with sweat. "How long have you been here?"

"I don't know", Jimin huffs. His breathe rippling the clear water. "I just woke up and ran here, thought would throw up but—mmm", he leaned over again, stomach curled inside as a gag echoes through the small room. This one brings a trickles of water, mixed with yellow bile that makes Jimin grimaces.

"You're empty .. there's nothing to bring up", Yoongi mumbles quietly.

"I know .. but eating something also ..", Jimin shuddered, his head bowed back, sitting more straight as he belched and drooled. "Fuck .. i feel awful", he curses, hands curling tight around his middle.

"Do you want water?", Yoongi offers, "It might help bringing something up, or you will hurt yourself"

"Mhm", Jimin breathes out, "A little"

Yoongi ruffles his hair, before standing up and fetch water from the younger nightstand. He winces when he heard another gag from the bathroom. Jimin stomach was basically empty at this hour, but that didn't stop his body from trying to empty it further. A thought of bringing him to the doctor flashed through his mind again.

"Here ..", Yoongi waits until Jimin stops swaying with nausea. The younger shakily takes the glass—only 2 gulps, and he shoved the glass back to Yoongi, as he lurched with a gurgling heave, and a flood of mush poured out of his mouth. "Hyung ..", he choked out in between, hands blindly searching for Yoongi's, before he gagged hoarsely for awhile, then ejected a shower of water again. There's nothing solid that he brought up. The flow stopped after just a few seconds, and he was left gasping and moaning once more.

"Better?"

Jimin shakes his head, curled over the cold tiles—that send Yoongi into a panic, "Jimin! What are you doing?! Let's get back to your room!"

"No ..", Jimin groans, "I still feel sick ..", he paused, a sour burp escapes his lips that makes him shivered. It feels gross. "I dont have energy to run back and forth. And bucket even makes me feel disgusting. I can't move .. dizzy and i think i will—", he quickly sits up and shallow gags echoes again, but nothing more than saliva dripped from his lips. "Puke if i move ..", he breathes out.

Yoongi swallows, his hand brushing away the sweaty curls away from the older face.

"Okay .. i will bring your blanket and pillow here. But can you tell me what's going on?", he asks carefully. "I'm really holding myself back from dragging you to the hospital, Min .."

Jimin snorts weakly. It sounds like a chuckle that is supposed to be laughingly, but instead came out as a strangled whimper. Then he took a shaky breath.

"Hyung.. i've been keeping something from you, haven't i?"

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #and again another mpreg fic #sick!jimin #caretaker!yoongi

[daydreamgoddess14]

So Long... As You Love Me?

Ted Lasso / Rebecca Welton

No. 14 - When Rebecca falls hard and tells him (or Ted figures it out a different way), Ted doesn't want to ruin their friendship. Rebecca suffers, Ted maintains he's not in love until there's a moment.

A 3.11/2 retelling - Rebecca does have a truthbomb but Ted is still reeling from his mom’s visit - should he stay or should he go?

~~~~~~

"Do you know what time it is?" Rebecca asked confidently. 

"Uh, 9:30. Or half nine as you folks say over here for some goofy-ass reason." 

"Mm-hmm. That's just to annoy Americans." She admitted. 

"Ah.Yeah." 

"No, this is that time of year when I come down here and reveal something to you." 

"Oh, snap! That's right. Okay. Well, here we go. Uh, you know what? Maybe I should guess this year. No, no, no, that's silly. Yeah. No, you just go ahead and tell me. Go on, let 'er rip." Ted pretended to brace himself. 

"I… shit. I knew I shouldn't have listened to Sassy."

"What's Sassy Smurf got to do with your truthbomb, boss?"

"Girl talk. She told me why she really turned you down when you asked her out. She said it was because you liked me, which I told her was absurd of course, but then she got it into her head that I like you which I again, told her was ridiculous but… well…" Rebecca had near paced a hole in the floor, "I think she's right. No. No, I know she's right. I like you, Ted. I love you, actually… That's it. That's my truthbomb."

"Well holy smokes, boss. That's uh, that's pretty unexpected."

"Yes, indeed. Surprise!" She waved her jazz hands with a self-conscious smile.

"I guess I actually have one for you too, boss… I'm gonna go home at the end of the season."

"For a holiday? Because the end of the season is next week, Ted?"

"For good."

"Oh." She breathed, and then remembered her own yet to be acknowledged truthbomb, "Oh ." Shame and anxiety washed over her, she felt exposed and unmoored. She fumbled for the door, brushing past him.

"Wait, we should talk about what you said?" He tried to stop her, 

"No no. No need, Ted. No need at all. Fully umm… respect your decision. You have my total support." She stuttered numbly, barely registering her own words. 

"Boss… it ain't that I don't -, I mean, I don't want you to think that I don't have feelings for you. Heck in another world, Rebecca I would never have waited this long. I'm sorry, I just -, I can't. I can't do this right now." The rejection took Rebecca's breath away. She'd sensed it was coming in his change of subject, but to hear his resignation at the same time? To be rejected as a friend as well as a life partner? The thought of not having him in her life at all hurt like no pain she'd experienced before. More than the pain caused by her father, by Rupert. None of it compared to the intensity of the pain of losing her soulmate. The love of her life that she'd waited so long for. Who didn't feel the same way. It was too much. The fences go back under construction, higher and stronger than ever before and Rebecca protects herself, she puts on her game face.

"Totally agree, Ted. No idea what I was thinking. Just being silly old Rebecca. I'll just go and get on with the day." She pushed past him and through the locker room without even glancing at Will. 

 

They spend the remainder of the week in a not-quite-talking limbo. Deliberately keeping each other at arms length - Ted unable to move past his mother's declaration that Henry needs him, and Rebecca unwilling to discuss both her own truthbomb, and the impact of Ted's. Preparations for the final game go on as planned, the team also dealing with the stress of losing Ted and Beard regardless of the final results on Sunday. Uncertainty reigns on Nelson Road. It sets Rebecca on edge and unnerves her in a way she hasn't felt since she spent every waking hour treading on eggshells around Rupert. She feels the same trepidation. It eats into her sleeping pattern, her appetite and her day to day conduct. She stays late at night and arrives early in the morning. She avoids Higgins and Keeley's desperation to discuss Ted's departure and buries her head fully in the sandy soil underneath the beautifully maintained Nelson Road pitch. In her periphery, she can see that Ted battles his own demons. She can see that he's struggling with his decision to leave, torn between Henry in Kansas and his found family in Richmond. The team alternate between teasing him for leaving them, and actively berating him for it, their emotions uncontrolled and overwhelming. For those who don't have families locally with them, or even in the same country, he's a father figure - the closest thing they have to a parent. They're still so young really. The week progresses and Rebecca moves from replacement discussions to considering selling the club. Although the rejection by Ted burns, she quickly realises that she'd still follow him anywhere if he'd only say the word. But he won't. He can't, and she can't force his hand - she would never take a father away from his son. Following lunch with her mother, she tries one last attempt. Goes to the mattresses as they say. Offers of obscene amounts of money, schools for Henry, anything she can think of to sway him. She doesn't speak again of her love though. It's too much, if she starts she's afraid she'll never stop. She keeps it strictly professional, if that's what he wants, that's what he'll get. 

 

The morning of the match dawns. They're literally an hour from taking to the pitch when Roy asks to join the Diamond Dogs. The words ring in Ted's ears, 

" Change isn't about trying to be perfect."

"Perfection sucks. Perfect is boring."

"Oi, what the fuck is up with you? And don't say it's the leaving blues, you've been weird all week." Roy asked Ted. 

"Rebecca's in love with me." All eyes turn to him. 

"What. The. Fuck?" Roy recovers first. 

"How long did you sit on that little nugget?" Trent asked. 

"And you didn't tell moi?" Beard looks visibly hurt.

"She told me last week, she told me and my only response was to tell her I was leaving."

"Ouch,"

"Brutal,"

"You're a twat. You really are, an incredible person like that tells you she loves you and you tell her you've booked a flight home?" Roy is first to Rebecca's defence. 

"I've seen you do dumb shit, Ted, but that really takes top prize, man." 

"How did she take it?" Nate asked. 

"About as well as you'd expect," he admits, sadly. "I think I might be an idiot?" There are hefty nods of agreement all round. "I think I might not want to leave?"

"Oh thank god!" Nate breathes. 

"It's not too late to back out, buddy." Beard reassures him. 

"What about Henry?"

"Speaking from personal experience, I know my daughter is far happier and more settled now that I'm honest and open about who I am. Living a lie will only cause pain for everyone involved." 

"Thanks Trent, I appreciate your honesty. Rebecca offered to help me relocate Henry and Michelle if that's what I wanted. I turned her down."

"Sounds like you need to have a talk to Michelle and figure out how to move forward as a family unit rather than a married couple. You just accepted the terms of the divorce because it was easier than the pain of dealing with it. Time to put on your big boy pants, Coach." Beard told him. 

"We need to deal with this match first, fellas. Let's go. Dogs dismissed."

 

The match is hard work. With fraught emotions, the Greyhounds are down 2 - 0 at halftime. Rebecca slipped into the locker room during Ted's talk. 

"We don't wanna know the future. No, no, we wanna be here right now. And look, I-I know we're down a couple goals. But I'm telling you, man, if y'all play hard, play smart, play together and just, you know... Just do what y'all do, and we'll go out with the peace of mind knowing we did our best. Right? That we tried. Yeah?" The players murmur arpund him. 

"All right. Anybody else have something to say?" 

"Coach?"

"Yeah, Sam, what you got?" The young man stood and retrieved a small piece of yellow paper from behind his Nigeria team photo. Jamie was right behind him, taking a piece out from the book he'd supposedly thrown away.  Isaac's was battered - kept in the band of his captain's armband, the whole team stood and added their contribution, some embracing each other as they did so. From the doorway beside Trent, Rebecca watched with tears in her eyes. With a shrug of acknowledgement, the team set to work assembling the jigsaw. They stood back slightly puzzled as they appeared to find one piece missing.

"Ahem." Rebecca cleared her throat. From her bag, she pulled out a little green army figure, 

"Oh!" Jamie grinned, tucked between the plasticky legs was a scrap of yellow paper. Rebecca freed it and added it to the missing space. 

"And there it is. Number four. Yeah? All right, let's bring it in." Rebecca stepped forward, tucked in between Isaac and Colin, the Captain giving her hand a little squeeze as she added it to the pile. "I know folks like to say, "There's no place like home." That's true, you know. Man, there ain't a whole lot of places like AFC Richmond either. Captain?" Rebecca felt Isaac shudder beside her, 

"Richmond on three. One, two, three…" "Richmond!" The team shouted in unison. They dispersed and filtered out in small groups. As the crowd cleared, Ted caught Rebecca's eye. She gave him a sad smile and followed Jamie out. He's still left dumbstruck as Beard hustles him back out to the dugout. Seeing her with a piece of the sign, tucked in the legs of her little green soldier figurine no less, it was like he'd been struck by lightning. He's still a little dazed out on the pitch. By the time Isaac is stepping up to take a penalty, he knows . It's an awakening - he suddenly sees and feels everything as it should be. You can hear a pin drop in the stadium but from high in the stands, he hears one clear roar for the Richmond captain. 

"C'mon Isaaaaaaaaaaac!!" She bellows. He tries to imagine what other gaffers, coaches and owners might think of a total novice stepping up to take his first penalty at such a crucial moment in such a crucial game, but Rebecca shows nothing but love and support for her boys - as usual. His heart bursts. There's no place like home - it's true. And he knows where his home is. He hears it in her voice. The rest of the game is, admittedly, a bit of a blur. It's only when they're 2 - 2 and looking for one final piece of magic that he drags himself back into the game. With some obscure gesticulating to Jamie and Sam, they come up with a plan. Sam's goal is beautiful and even over the sound of 70,000 people, he's certain he can still hear Rebecca. When the final whistle blows, the crowd pour onto the pitch. The result is in from Manchester - they've taken the league, but no one seems to care. He pushes through the crowd, accepting handshakes and shoulder grabs on the way up the steps. Up and up into the nosebleeds, all the way to the owner's box where Rebecca is flanked by Keeley and Sassy.

"We didn't win the whole fucking thing, boss. I'm so sorry." She shakes her head, tears streaming down her cheeks, 

"It's OK, Ted. This is perfect, this is enough."

"No, it ain't. I made you a promise. If it's OK with you, I'd like to rescind my resignation? I need a do-over next year. I made a promise to the woman I love, and I can't let her down." Keeley gasps beside her, the cameras have picked up on Ted and though it's without sound, the images are being broadcast on live TV. She drops back down into her seat as Leslie pulls Ted up and over the little wall that separates the box from the main grandstand. Ted thanks Sassy with a little nod as she moves to let him take her seat. "I'm sorry, Becca. I'm so sorry it took me so long to figure it out. There's no place like home, right? This is my home. It's you, it's always been you." On the pitch, the team are still huddling together, but they're looking to the big screens. Rebecca can only nod as she drags Ted closer and presses her face into the crook of his neck. When she finally pulls away, the team and remaining crowd are hushed - waiting, just waiting… he cups her cheek and she smiles, the camera capturing her serene smile as Ted finally leans in to kiss her. Nelson Road is rapture.

 

FIN.

#ted lasso #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso fic #tedbecca #ted and rebecca #ted x rebecca #rebecca welton #tedbecca fanfic #tedbecca prompt party

[afterglow-tommylee]

Chapter 7. Please Allow Me To Introduce Myself

Hey my dudes! 

Ok maybe I shouldn't have started with that but I'm sorta just jumping in here. Oh it's Tommy by the way. What’s up fuckers!?

Ok fuck, where do I start? I know it's a little early but I feel like I need to properly introduce myself. So, I guess you've all heard by now that Andi and I ... well I guess you can tell by now that...

We kinda have a bit of a thing for each other. Ok I'm totally fuckin' in absolute pure... fuckin' love with her man... fuck - but don't you tell her yet - I gotta tell her, and you'll see when I do... damn...

Ok, ok,  so I know what you all are thinking, who the hell does Tommy think he is taking sweet, gorgeous Andi and corrupting her...? Hahaha ok no seriously, before anyone gets their panties in a bunch - though I prefer no panties at all, or like those tiny black lacy ones that show off the ass so... ehem - Ok focus T-Bone, focus. 

I know what you all have heard about me so far, that bad boy drummer from Motley Crue, former junkie and convicted felon that married an actress, then divorced an actress then married playboy bunny, then divorced a playboy bunny - er wait no, married a playboy bunny who turned actress, had a sex tape stolen, had two babies back 2 back, then was a convicted felon, then divorced a playboy bunny - who turned actress...and has a woman practically every other week. 

Is that about right?

Well that's not true at all - the whole having a woman every other week thing I mean.  Yes I have had few women over the years but it's not at all what you think. When I'm single, it's a totally different story. It's on at that point,  but after a while I start to miss the whole relationship part y'know? Falling in love, wanting that person every single second, and feeling like you can't live without them. Fuck, do I ever miss that. 

I'm a hopeless romantic, and that will never change. I love making a woman feel like she is the only thing in the world and I mean it too. If she's havin' a bad day, I'll throw rose petals down from the front door leading up to the bedroom so that as soon as she walks in, she knows it's all about her. Ever smell rose petals while you're makin' love? With them all over you and your girls ass, fuck that's the best shit let me tell you.  When I'm in a relationship, I am faithful, trust me. I know everyone thinks I'm not but I am. 

I had no idea that I was hiring a woman manager either. I had a falling out with my previous one and so I called my lawyer to get me out of that contract and see if he could find me a new one. One that would actually understand me, one where I could trust my finances and all that shit. But let me tell you when Andi walked in that office, jeezus I thought I was going to fall off my chair. She was gorgeous! Man, she has everything in all the right places, boobs, ass, cute little lips... the darkest eyes I've ever seen and I lose myself in them everytime I look at her. Damn, I'm gettin' all excited just thinkin' about her. 

I have just one question though. How the fuck did Chris Cornell ever let her go? I mean c'mon is he fuckin' crazy or somethin'? Dude...

Anyways, I was surprised she left so quickly after that meeting. I wanted to get to know her so goddamn bad, but she like, totally ran like a bat outta hell. I mean I'm not that scary am I?

I gotta tell you I'm one lucky dude sometimes. That night at the club - a club that I actually own in fact called Venus and when I told her about it later she was all like 'why didn't you tell me that, cause now I feel bad that we bailed to go to the Whiskey' and you know me, I'll do anything to make the girl I'm with feel relaxed and comfortable -  so I was just chillin' with some of my dudes over on the far end of the club and I see her with her girl. I was like no fuckin' way! How the fuck did I end up seeing her here? I had to talk to her, I had to. There was no fuckin' way I was lettin' her  run from me again so I waited til her friend left and made my move. 

I fell hard for her, let me tell you. I fell hard and fast. Some of my most intense relationships always start that way I know, but when I have that instant connection with someone, I want to grab a hold of it and never let go.

When she told me about touring when she first started out, and just knowing what it's like to be on the road all the time, especially with like, fuckin' Pantera? what? I was like, dude this is it. This is my kinda girl. One that completley understands what this fuckin' crazy life is all about AND also keep up with those dudes? Like, how did I get so lucky? 

I swear to you, I was not intending for anything to happen that night. All I wanted was just to get to know her. Ok, ok, that's a lie. I thought about just taking her home and placing my lips all over every inch of that gorgeous body of hers a thousand times that night. 

Dude... the smell of her, the way she smiled at me, the way she tried to blow me off at the begining but was totally flirting right back... fuck... and once I kissed her it was like fireworks and lightning all at the same time. I hadn't had that feeling in so long. I got caught up in the moment and those soft sweet lips of hers, and how she was so cute and so shy leaning against my bedroom door.  It was so unexpected and that's exactly what I love about it. Pure intense chemistry and instant attraction, and I'll be damned if I ever let that go. 

So that's the intro to me so far. I don't know if Andi wants me to pop in every once and a while but I'll ask her - hey babe! Babe?!  Hello?!  - ah figures she can't hear me. Well she can take over from here then. Don't worry I'll be back.

See ya!

#tommy lee #motley crue #motley crue fanfiction #tommy lee fanfic

[casspurrjoybellbittner]

Wreckless - Congratulations

*Warning Adult Content*

Finnegan

Last night was amazing even though I don't know what came over me.

I apologized to Emmett this morning for being an asshole... that's not me.

I had a crap-tastic day at work and shouldn't have taken it out on him but I was just worn out.

Emmett handled that and me, beautifully.

I feel much better today.

It's 10:34 and I haven't killed anyone yet.

See?

Better.

This morning, as I was grabbing one of the healthy granola bars that Emmett stocks for me, I saw his letter.

I didn't mean to spy, it was just laying right next to my breakfast basket.

Maybe he wanted me to see it or maybe he was just busy when he served dinner and just got it out of the way.

Either way, I saw it.

So tonight, we celebrate.

It's his day off and I'm going to do whatever I have to do to be out of here by six p.m..

He's not cooking tonight... I'm taking my man out.

Finnegan Walker: Hey Emmett, I wanna take you out to dinner tonight. Does a seven p.m. reservation work for you?

It takes him longer than I expect.

Emmett Locke: Not necessary, darling.

Finnegan Walker: But I want to. Please?

Megan told me about an amazing place down at the harbor.

In the harbor?

At the inner harbor?

I have no idea what to call it.

Top notch food and I had her check... no jacket required.

I know he loves seafood and getting accepted into this program deserves something special.

Emmett Locke: Alright, meet you there?

Finnegan Walker: Nope, I'll come home and change. No jacket but no sandals or shorts either, sorry.

Emmett Locke: Better be good food. Just us?

Finnegan Walker: Of course. Gotta run.

My day flies.

Yesterday we started work on another Dept of Defence bid and I'm having issues with one of my suppliers.

The machines I need are made by very few companies and getting everything I need, when I need it, is proving difficult.

I have a deadline.

A very large, very important deadline.

Everything needs to fall into place.

I am in my car at 5:58 p.m. and home by 6:20 p...

I walk in and get out of my jacket and tie.

"Emmett?"

He's not down here.

"Upstairs. Welcome home darling."

Good.

I head up and find him on the bed with his laptop.

On his screen is a gorgeous view that I recognize.

"The beach."

"Yeah. Sorry, didn't realize it was so late."

He closes the screen and slowly stands... he's been sitting there awhile and it's evident by how stiff he is.

"So, I need pants."

"You do. I'm leaving on these and just changing my shirt but you can do jeans and a Henley, whatever you want."

He kisses me, then informs met that...

"I do actually have some dress clothes."

See, I don't.

I guess 'dress clothes' to me would be my tux but that's just black tie.

I have clothes and casual clothes.

Either way, he's pulling on a dark pair of slacks that are nice.

Really nice.

"I'll even wear buttons but don't get too used to it."

He has a pretty checked shirt that goes well and it makes his shoulders look scrumptious.

If I don't get out of here now to grab a shirt we may not make it.

I let him drive because ick, traffic and I have no idea where I'm going.

He follows the GPS and we're early until we have to find a place to park.

Still, we walk in just a minute or two late.

"I've never been here," he tells me.

"But I've heard they have great seafood."

"Same," I tell him and that earns me a smile.

Once we've ordered drinks and an appetizer, I decide to congratulate him.

"I saw your letter. I'm really proud of you Emmett. Congratulations."

It takes him a second, maybe he didn't mean for me to see it.

"Oh, yeah, thanks. It's a cool little program and I never thought I'd get in."

"So tell me about it."

"Not much to say. They do some workshops, courses and stuff and then an exhibition. People can show old stuff and a few new things they do in the class. Maybe I'll hit the show if I can."

Huh?

In what world is there an 'if'?

Does 'hit the show' mean something other than 'attend the exhibition'?

"I'm confused."

"By what, darling?"

"Why wouldn't you be there? You know, showing your amazing pictures?"

"I can't go, Finnegan. Gonna decline the invite."

Oooh, must tread carefully.

This is gonna be touchy.

"Sorry. I assumed you would. Therefore, celebratory dinner. I... I'm sorry you can't. If there's anything I can do..."

A look.

"What's that look for?"

"It's handled, okay? It's fine." 

And then I'm pretty sure I hear him say...

"Besides, it's not art anyway..."

But I'm not sure and I let it go because our calamari arrives and he digs right in like he's starving. 

I think he's trying to avoid the conversation and maybe I should drop it.

I just don't get it.

"Can I ask why you're not doing it?"

Another look.

"Only if you don't tell me you'll wave your magic wand and fix it."

"No one's ever called it that before," I tease.

"You've probably heard it though, yours is very nice."

"My God, Finnegan. Stop. Okay. I'm not doing it because I'd have to take two weeks off work and that's not gonna happen. Plus, you may be moving. I may be... who knows."

"Okay."

Valid concerns, I guess.

I know the real answer, he's not going because of his pride.

"Well if you reconsider I'm happy to help, either monetarily or otherwise. Not sure I can take your place at work though."

That earns me a smile.

"What I wouldn't pay to see you and Tristan manning Wrecked. That would be funny. So, how was your day?"

And that's it, subject dropped.

I want to smack him upside the head but instead we talk and eat more food than any two people ever should.

[niyanao]

love — a subject .

i hate talking about personal things like this !! (proceeds to talk about personal things like this)

but seriously, i don't think anyone reads my entries yet and i just wanna dump my feelings so this is my journal page and i do what i want ! anyways, here's my second journal entry, about my experiences with love and loss and everything in between <3

where i start is, who i am as a person. after all, why love something if you have no idea what it is right ? anyway, i've never been a very extroverted person, me being an introvert can be up to debate, but one thing, i'm horrible at speaking to strangers and people who intimidate me. i always preferred being comfortable with 1 person rather than having a friend group, and i guess that's where some of my love stems from. 

i've had four exes so far, though i could say all of them are wonderful people .

— my first love was an online relationship, she lived in davao and i lived in manila, despite us not being that close, it was very heartwarming. sadly, had to end the relationship because of her strict father and his religious beliefs preventing us from merely talking to each other. i would really love to relive that moment in my life again.

— one from a friend that i still know up until now, i liked the bond between us, but to my fault, i misinterpreted that as romantic and just a mere-coping mechanism to breaking up from the first relationship. i realized this and sadly ended my second relationship and i hurt him, to that, i'm still sorry.

— the third one, february this year. i never thought i could be loved. but i guess an inter-class soiree/prom-ish with another school made me believe otherwise again. i found her quite attractive and a fun person to talk to that we'd talk for hours about random stuff. worst mistake i ever made was to confess that i liked her that much on the same night where we first met, maybe i wouldn't be in a different position now. we were two busy students, but she always found the time to talk to me. now i feel like a horrible person because i barely took the effort to reciprocate that, even though i still loved her so much. i'm sorry, and i never wanted to use you.

— most recently, him. another dear friend of mine, he stuck by me through thick and thin, for the past 3 years. i was so hopeful and always pursued to be perfect, and tried my best to learn from past mistakes of my previous relationships to make this work because i really did love him, and i didn't want to lose him. he's a few years older than me, so pretty much more mature than any facade i can put up. i always loved the midnight chats, where we would talk while you were drawing, i would talk about my problems and you for yours. my heart still aches thinking about it, but the world doesn't stop because my world did.

how i wish everyday to be loved, instead of the person who loves. gosh, i'm so tired of love at this point, and i feel very drained whenever i think about someone i remotely like. other than relationships that came and went, i faced a lot of rejections from people either. despite my heart being crushed and broken countless times, i still continue to blindly fall in love with people. i want to constantly improve myself for the next person to come so that they feel warm and welcomed. but of course, why chase butterflies if you can build your own beautiful garden? a garden so beautiful you wouldn't need to chase butterflies anymore and still be at peace. i've learned so much from the people that i look up to, that i shouldn't really beat myself up that much. god, how stupid am i to give the same advice to my friend to not do that, even if i do that to myself a lot. it's always the fact that i have a hard time loving myself, i guess that's why i think it's hard to love me. 

i want to improve on that, even though it's natural for someone like me to continue doing that. i experience so much envy and dysphoria from day-to-day life that i've forgotten to look into the mirror and appreciate what's there. but i never had. i always see — her. a perfect me. beautiful, cute, smart. or what i want there to be.

but hey, with the help of some people, i've been trying to be at peace with what i am now, but i can't ever help feeling alone.

i really like this poem from my former english teacher. "when love arrives" by sarah kay and phil kaye really touched me because of so much heart-melting lines, like:

"If love leaves, ask her to leave the door open behind her. Turn off the music, listen to the quiet, whisper, “Thank you. Thank you for stopping by.”"

— nao

[mmm-amba]

i haven't brushed my teeth yet

it's such a luxury to be able to write while recovering from covid. it's such a luxury to have the time to rest and the access to medicine/vaccines so that recovering from covid is kind of a piece of cake. also things like instacart and food delivery make things nice. yesterday was my first time ordering from chinatown.

it's end of march, and i haven't felt this relaxed since winter break. i guess that's the nature of graduate school. graduate school is such a careful balance of working hard enough to do all that you can, but not being burnt out. it's truly operating at the production price frontier:

except mentally. it's really not good mentally. last night i was pretty relaxed -- i mean, i'm sick, so yes i am going to fall behind. i was waiting for my symptoms to improve before i started to do hardcore work again. and i could finally hear myself think and... i dislike the mental toll of graduate school on me. if i'm living a lifestyle where i'm literally unable to relax, it's natural for me to internalize things like i'm not deserving of relaxing. if i'm living a lifestyle in which i'm unable to communicate my ideas because there's such an ocean of information and i'm just frozen, then it's also natural for me to internalize that my ideas don't matter, don't need to be communicated. that my questions don't need to be engaged with.

i think i'm living very much a structural problem, wherein the individuals are great and kind and lovely, but structurally it's impossible for me to feel like i'm enough in any possible facet. one good thing, though, is that when i TA for classes, i feel smart -- academically smart and also emotionally smart. some of the students here are so magnificently rude and entitled, it is such a waste of the academic system. why have a degree if you're just going to be a little [blank] [blank] who harangues the TA for the answer? maybe it would be better to hold in-person office hours so they are less [blank]-y. (i have redacted some of my adjectives to be safe, haha.)

one idea is to have a nice morning routine to ease into my day. the morning routine can include things like meditation and yoga. like an hour or two at the start of my day so that i don't wake up in a panic with dread flooding my body. :( i'm not even trying to be humorously dramatic but that is how i wake up. i didn't realize it was a problem until i verbalized it recently!

another idea with the morning routine is to include writing in it. (also, i need to include responding to people in my morning routine it's just that it makes me so anxious lmao.) my ideal morning routine is unstructured, more like i hav time in the day to do a collection of things; some days i can do yoga and meditate, other days i can write and do some stretches in bed. etc.

have i told this to anyone? but i want to write a book. i think it'd be cool. i have no idea the logistics or feasibility of this but i mean there's tons of text here. i guess i'll first try writing a draft and then start worrying about the logistics? i mean, the point is that i write a lot and i write quite easily and i like writing. so this idea is a start, and maybe it's an end too, but who cares. i think doing step 1 will illuminate what step 2 is, and maybe step 2 is okay it's not going anywhere. but just because i don't know step 2 shouldn't preclude me from embarking on step 1. because at the end of the day i like writing. chatgpt be damned!

#journal

[theantiproduct]

.

#my parents just offered me to rent out our old apartment from them for a lower price #it could be absolutely amazing tbh but I'm worried about them losing money #the place is really old but has so much space #and it'll probably be demolished in a year or two #but i feel like i should do it? #even if it'll be kinda temporary #if i could get a friend in there with me that'll be perfect cause they wont be losing money #and it's a big place too #idk i dont even know how it looks at this point it might be a dump #but it does sound tempting to not deal with shit landlords #and pay a bit less than what i was planning even tho it'll be pretty much the amount i was planning on #idk my mind is racing lol #and I'll be able to have people over and date oh man that sounds great #maybe i shouldn't fall in love with the idea yet i guess i need to think it over and i told my parents to consider the money thing too #personal #oops #yep this is me breaking my own heart lol the current tenant isn't SURE if he wants to leave #so stupid #shouldn't have gotten swept up in it i was looking at decor all day #guess we'll see but I'll try to get it out of my head for now and keep looking for apartments #sad

[dddytoji]

my pet

notes: naoya x fem!reader x toji // this is my first time writing a smut and my first jjk work as well so please give me any constructive feedback! (shout out to my best friend for being my editor and helping me out with this self indulgent one shot!) please enjoy! :)

word count: 4,438

warnings: 18+ NSFW; dub con, degrading, insulting, misogyny, pet play/master, slapping, spitting, pegging, cock sounding/stuffing, naoya x reader x toji, etc

You were going to a regular family dinner with your fiancé, Naoya Zenin. You were seated waiting for Naobito and Naoya to begin dinner. "Well we're just waiting on one more person for tonight's dinner." Naobito stated with a bit of distaste. He took a long sip of his sake. You peered at Naoya who looked irritated at the idea of whomever it was would be sharing a meal with the rest of you.

"I'm getting tired of waiting so let's dig in, we can't just wait on him." Naobito said, beginning to eat his food. You waited for Naoya to also have his first bite before you proceeded to eat as well. "She's such a good wom-" Naoya began before he was interrupted by the door sliding open.

"Ah, pardon the interruption." The man said walking in and seating himself right across Naoya with a small thud. He was a very well built man. Your ears burned red from seeing the way he was structured. He was more attractive than Naoya, if you so boldly admitted to yourself. "Oh, is this lady Naoya's wife to be?" The dark haired man questioned as he ate his food.

Naoya seemed more agitated, allowing Naobito to answer instead. "That's correct." Quietly, you ate your food keeping your eyes glued to the dinner in front of you. "I'm Toji, what's your name?" Toji asked you as you looked up to meet his eyes for a moment before answering politely. "Y/n," You spoke back, noticing how his face was rough with a certain gentleness when seeing it clearly.

"You need not speak to my fiancé so directly." Naoya responded staring at Toji with hooded eyes, the tone of his voice underlined with anger. "Eh? Well then how am I to speak to her?" Toji asked puzzledly, pointing his chopsticks at Naoya. Naoya replied, "Through me. She is a woman after all and mine at that."

Toji let out a hard taunting laugh. "Toji!" Naobito yelled, taking another drink of the sake bottle now in his hand. You jumped at the sudden loud voice. "Fine, fine," Toji sighed with his eyes now hooded, "but she's not even yours yet what makes you think she'll last long enough to actually stay with you. She doesn't even know if you're even capable of making her c-'' Toji was cut off by Naoya who gripped his shirt collar.

"Naoya," You spoke, grabbing his sleeve lightly, "please do not lower yourself to his level." Naoya removed his eyes from Toji's and glared back at you. Glancing back at Toji he shoved his chest and he let go of his shirt. "You're right," Naoya spoke with a distasteful tone as he glared at Toji, "I shouldn't lower myself to the level of gravel like him."

Toji scoffed a smirk playing along onto his handsome lips, "Seems like your woman knows how to restrain your leash." Chuckling, Toji shoved more rice into his mouth.

"If anyone has a leash on any one, it's me on her." Naoya responded back, taking a drink of the rice wine in his cup. Your ears burned with fury listening to Naoya speak about you in that form. You were no one's leashed pet, especially not his. You weren't even his wife yet and he already speaks of you in this way? Audacity. That's all he had. You were only obedient enough to be respected and not get insulted.

You kept up a gentle and sweet act in order to live a peaceful life in this stern household. "Naoya, I am no pet to be owned." You replied back to him in a calm and stoic tone while looking straight ahead. "She's got a point there." Toji agreed, while swallowing the food in his mouth.

Naoya turned your head to him by grabbing your chin forcefully. "No woman, especially you, shall speak to me in that manner. If I say you're a pet, then you're a fucking pet." He spat at you angrily while pushing your face away from him while releasing your jaw.

Taking a deep breath you stood up from your seat, "If you'll excuse me, I have finished my meal and will be heading back to my quarters." You announced, exiting the room without a glance back at the men sitting at the table. Toji was slightly shocked at the scene that just happened in front of him. The black haired man glances at Naoya to see his reaction.

"Pathetic woman." is all Naoya says out loud as you leave the room still being in earshot of you. You balled your fists hearing his comment.

Naobito who is also a bit shocked speaks up, "Well I think I'll be taking my leave as well." The head of the clan leaves the room with a bottle of sake in his hand.

"Go fucking apologize," Toji barks to Naoya with a bitter tone. "No, why should I? She's the one who's acting out of place." Naoya retorted, taking another drink from his cup. "You're gonna go apologize, cuz I said you are." Toji gritted out, Naoya glared at him angrily.

• • •

You had just arrived at your quarters and slammed your bedroom door shut. You were infuriated that you couldn't say anything. "What I would do to have that man on all fours in front of me." You said bitterly through gritted teeth. You began removing your kimono, annoyed at the fact that you had to wear these damn things daily.

Opening your closet door you are greeted by more kimonos and only slip on dresses to sleep in. You spotted the black box on the bottom corner of the closet. Maybe some self-pleasure would relieve my frustration. You shook your head against the thought and just grabbed the black slip-on dress.

Walking over to your vanity you removed any residue of the day's stress. You got yourself changed and ready for bed. Finally letting your hair down, you settle yourself into a futon that was placed on the ground in the middle of your room.

As you try to put your thought-full mind at ease to get some sleep, you hear the entrance door slide open then shut. Shuffling noises are heard then right after the sound of footsteps creeping to the door of your room hit the wooden floor boards.

Sitting up immediately you go to grab your robe hooked near the door as you slip it on you hear, "I'm coming in, woman." You hear Naoya's voice echo with a dejected sigh. The door slides open, revealing Naoya standing there with his arms crossed.

He's a bit shocked seeing you standing in front of him in only your open robe and your slip dress on. His face flushes and he looks away, "Put something decent on, woman."

"Woman?" You question. You were now at your wits end with him for the night. "Eh? Do I have to wear something decent in my bedroom? You came here at an indecent time, Naoya." You angrily spat poking his chest.

He looked at you now in disbelief that quickly morphed into anger. He grabbed the wrist of the hand poking his chest. "I guess it seems like you don't know your place tonight," Naoya hissed, walking you back into your bedroom getting closer to the futon that laid on the ground.

"No, it seems like you don't know yours." You mocked knocking him down to his knees and lifting his chin to look up at you. Through the faint bit of moonlight seeping through your window, you were able to see his appalled expression.

"Why you-" Grabbing his cheeks and squishing them together, you stopped all other words ready to come out of his mouth.

He grabbed your wrist with both of his hands. Before he could do anything; in a swift motion you removed the robe's waist tie and tied it around Naoya's wrists. You were surprised that you managed to tie his wrists as quickly as you did.

Holding his wrists above his head, "Tonight, I'll train you on how to be a good little bitch for your master." You growled out, releasing his face and pushing it away. "You crazy whore, let me go." Naoya swore in anger, his entire body trembled in rage as you stood looking down at him.

Pulling him down by his wrists that you were still holding, you made him land on his elbows with a thud to the ground. You laughed menacingly, walking towards the closet and pulling out the black box in the corner. "You think this is funny? You fucking cunt!" Naoya screamed at you as you walked back over to him.

You used your foot to lift his head, "It is, especially when this is how we'll be experiencing our first night together." You smiled innocently. Opening the box and emptying the contents; some toys, bottles of lube, and condoms came falling out.

Naoya looked at you stunned in fear after seeing the contents of the box displayed on the ground. "You dumb worthless wench! What do you think you're gonna do?!" He howled, anger seething through his expression. You bent down to grab his face and slapped him.

"A dog does not speak unless ordered to." Naoya's anger made his body quake. The fact you dared to speak to him in that form and to even slap him was unacceptable and ludicrous.

"Untie me you stupid whore before I decide to kill you!" Naoya cursed glaring daggers at you. You slapped him again across his face then again, and again, then again one more time.

"YOU FUCKING SLUT! UNTIE ME RIGHT NOW SO I CAN KILL YOU!" Naoya was furious at this point. You stood up and kicked his side hard enough for him to land on his back.

"I told you, I will be training you on how you should obey your master." Reaching for the collar and leash that was mixed on the ground with the other toys, you sat on him pulling at his blonde hair to lift his head from the pillow making it easier to place the collar around his neck. you smiled in love with the view of seeing him under your control.

"Get that shit off me!" Naoya demanded. Grabbing his chin you brushed your thumb pad across his bottom lip. "Now, Why would I do that? You look so good with it on. Like a proper pet." You leaned closer to him enough to let his lips brush yours.

Grinning, you whispered lowly in his ear, "The way you look right now turns me on so much." You proceeded to give him a soft kiss on his jawline. Swallowing hard, Naoya looked at you with his rage filled eyes. Awaiting what else you'd do, and how far you'd think of going.

As you slide yourself lower on him, your womanhood sat directly on his dick. Undoing his top you opened it exposing his well-built chest. Now sitting on his dick it hit you, that he was aroused.

"Well look at what we have here my slutty pet? Looks like I'm not the only one enjoying this." You grind your womanhood down on his growing bulge making Naoya's breath hitch in his throat.

You positioned yourself in between his legs with his legs on either side of your hips. "This shit is not turning me on you fucking slut." Naoya said insultingly. You removed his pants and then traced a finger on the outline of his underwear where his bulge stood out. Judging By the tent in his underwear alone, you could tell that the blonde man was huge.

"Calling me a slut when you're the one whos leaking." You poke at the tip of his dick where a small wet spot has been created from precum. Naoya had no retort for what you said, all he can do is grit his teeth in anger as you pull off his underwear. His cock springs up, the night air hitting his exposed member. You run a finger from the base of his cock to the tip.

You are just a tad bit shocked at how large his cock is. Maybe this was what he traded for instead of having a decent personality. "Well, just know I'm not nice enough to let you cum anytime soon." You commented as you reached for some lube and the beaded sound laying on the floor.

Naoya shook his head seeing the metal beaded rod in your hand he already assumed what your intentions were. "I'll make sure it doesn't hurt too much, darling." You scoffed at the word ‘darling’ leaving your lips. After having lubed up the sound you stroked Naoya's cock with your free hand to get him to relax.

As soon as he seemed more relaxed you spread the opening of his cock and started placing the beaded sound into his opening. Naoya's eyes widened, filling with tears at the foreign object being inserted into his cock. "FUCK! YOU INSANE PSYCHO BITCH!!" He bellowed out as you slowly pushed the sound into him.

After a few more curses and muffled cries, it was fully in. "Now, that wasn't too bad." You gave him a gentle smile. You stroke his dick gently feeling it twitch in your grasp. Naoya looked at you with fuming glossy eyes.

Tracing your fingers up and down his abdomen you felt just how toned he was, maybe not as buff as another certain Zenin but nicely toned. Your fingers slowly went to tease his nipples rubbing them in a circular motion.

Naoya lowered his arms down to move your hands away, "I'm not a woman! Do not pla-'' Before he could finish you pulled on the leash attached to his collar yanking him towards your face.

"If its only a place to tease women, then why is your dick twitching like a dog in heat?" You breathe out amused. Taking that moment you grab his face spitting on him. Standing up you removed your robe along with the slip dress leaving you only in some black lace-trimmed panties.

Naoya's face began to burn a crimson red, this was the first time he has ever seen your body naked. He had never seen you so exposed and bare like this, he hated to admit how much he loved the way your body looked lightly lit by the moonlight. You placed yourself back in between his legs once again grabbing the lube, you poured it on Naoya's cock letting it flood down between his ass.

Using one hand to stroke his dick while your other hand slid in between his ass. He froze sensing your second hand's action. "Don't you fucking dare you lowly whore!" He barked, his eyes widening in anger as you smirked and proceeded in plugging your index and middle finger in him. "I already let you stuff my dick! You damn lunatic!!" Naoya fumed as you resumed.

"You have no place to talk when you're g-spot is literally in your ass bitch." You sneered going further in him and spreading him out. As you began to pump into him with your fingers spreading him in the process. He muffled his moans and whimpers by biting his lip.

You let go of his dick and slapped it. "I never said not to make noise, bark for your master, disobedient bitch." You commanded as he let out a sharp gasp. He gritted his teeth, closing his eyes as you added another finger.

Proceeding to pump into him faster, making him arch his back and causing his breathing to become erratic. "S-Stop please!" He moans out, finally you had managed to hit his prostate.

"Call me master and I might consider your request, useless dog." You growled at him, pulling out your fingers. Naoya shuddered at the release of your fingers from his now begging hole. You were about to grab your strap on when you heard a knock at your bedroom door.

Frozen in place for a second, you placed a finger to your lips signaling Naoya to keep quiet, "May I ask who?" You called out as you glanced at Naoya to make sure he kept his mouth shut. Surely he wouldn't want to get caught in this situation.

"Uh, it's me Toji, I wanted to make sure Naoya didn't upset you more than he already has," Toji responded from the other side. Your mouth formed a small 'o' as you glanced back at Naoya. A smirk forms on your pretty plump lips. Naoya scowled at you and at Toji's response.

"He hasn't upset me further, but please come in." Naoya shakes his head furiously, obviously he didn't want to be seen below a woman nor did he want Toji to see his woman exposed. "Alright, I'm coming in." Toji slid the door open slowly, his head peered into the room. The dark haired male was in shock after witnessing Naoya and yours position on the futon.

"Would you care to join us?" You proposed a bit of a gleam in your eyes. Toji froze for a moment but then proceeded to walk in without saying a word, closing the door behind him. He gripped at the edge of his shirt and pulled it over his head making his way over, revealing his buff and sculpted build.

"You're into this shit!?" Naoya questioned as he saw Toji approaching you from behind. "Did I order you to speak?" You questioned, slapping his cock. Naoya flinched at the action inhaling a sharp breath.

Toji chuckled looking down at Naoya, "Seeing you getting treated like dirt by such a pretty lady, kinda tickles my taste." Toji sank onto his knees behind you.

"I'm gonna do what you haven't and fuck your woman," Toji smirked taking your breast into his hands, you could feel the rough callouses on his hands as they groped your breast. You sensed the bigger man's muscles flex against your bare back.

You bit your lip as you felt his hands roam your body. Naoya's body shook with enmity, "Get your fucking hands off of her you fucking bastard!" He demanded trying to sit himself up.

You grabbed the leash and pulled him up as close as possible to your face, "You're going to shut the fuck up and watch your master get her cunt fucked." You hissed cupping his face with your other hand. Kissing his lips roughly Naoya returned the kiss back with the same roughness. Ending the kiss you pushed him back down onto the futon.

Toji continued to explore your body with his hands. He let soft kisses touch your nape, slowly making his way to your left shoulder. His left hand was groping your right breast while his right hand wandered down inside your black panties.

"Wow, you're fucking wet," Toji breathed into your ear his deep voice causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. His fingers quickly found your clit and he began to massage it in a circular motion. He was gentle with his motion, but going at a steady pace just enough to make your body tremble with enjoyment.

You let out soft moans as he let his hands pleasure and unwind you. "On all fours pretty lady," Toji commanded, you followed his orders and positioned yourself on all fours. Your face was now in front of Naoya's throbbing cock.

The blonde man watched as you were bottomed out by Toji, this view infuriated him. He hated seeing Toji as the one you were submitting to, Naoya's frustration grew by each tortuous second. Toji proceeded to remove the garment inclosing your soaking pussy. The chill night air hitting your womanhood made you gasp softly.

Toji laid on his back his head in between your legs underneath you. You let out a moan as soon as you felt Toji's tongue start to lap your soaking pussy.

Naoya's dick began to twitch again hearing your moans get louder. It was making him more eager to have you touch him. "Fuck." Naoya exhaled.

"Tastes so fucking good," Toji moaned between each lap of his tongue gripping your thighs. He used his fingers to enter your hole, "Loosen up for me, princess." Gasping loudly, you gripped the sheets of the futon as his fingers began to pump in and out of your pussy.

You let your body move on it's own, fucking yourself on his thick fingers. "Y/n! Fuck please." Naoya breathed out desperately. Your mouth opened as you began to tongue Naoya's cock not wanting to deprive him too much.

In reality, you wanted to take Naoya's full cock in our mouth, but since you were in the midst of training this misbehaved dog, maybe another time.

"I'm going to cum!" You screamed as you came all over Toji's fingers, your legs trembling from the sensation. The dark haired male made sure to clean up all of your spilling juices with his mouth.

Toji repositioned himself on his knees and pulled you up by your arms so you were on your knees again. "Can't believe Naoya hasn't had the pleasure to enjoy your taste." Toji smirked and looked at Naoya, he grabbed your chin so he could kiss you.

"Taste yourself, my lady." Toji bit your bottom lip making you open your mouth allowing his tongue to explore the inside of your mouth. Pulling away you smiled innocently seeing Naoya's flushed face due to him being probably mad or frustrated, whatever it was you liked the expression.

"I have to give my pet the rest of his training and if he takes it well he can fuck his master's cunt next time too." You grabbed the strap on and put it on yourself, making Naoya flip and position himself with his ass up.

You proceeded to grab the lube and spanking paddle, placing the lube on Naoya to make it easier on yourself and him to slip in. Naoya was surprisingly being very complacent now, maybe seeing how Toji satisfied you made him want to do the same.

While you prepped Naoya, Toji removed his pants and underwear, tossing them to the side with the mess of clothing scattered on the floor. The heavenly carved man used his hand to pump his throbbing hard cock, getting it ready to fuck the life out of you.

"Time for some training bitch." You said sliding the attached dildo into Naoya. You hear his muffled gasp, you used the paddle to spank the blonde male's ass. Naoya jerked his head to the side at the shutter of pain coming from his ass. "Your master wants to hear her slutty pet moan, so refrain from keeping quiet." You ordered spanking him again.

Finally you were fully taken in by Naoya you then began pumping into his plump ass. You started at a slow enough pace to let Toji insert himself inside you.

You felt his cock fill you up. He was big and his girth filled your tight pussy. Your walls clenched around his cock almost about to cum from him just entering you. Toji gripped your waist, "No cumming this easily, my lady." He hummed into your ear.

Snapping back your head nodding at his command and you happily continue thrusting into Naoya. Picking up the pace Toji met you with the same rhythm while his left hand was placed on your neck gently squeezing the sides with his fingers and thumb.

His right hand squeezed and groped your left breast; with your hand on Naoya's waist to keep your pace steady. Naoya's grunts and moans echoed through the dimly lit room as you begin to hit his prostate.

"Please stop!" Naoya whimpered as he starts to feel the immense pleasure from having you fuck him. Toji's grunts and moans get louder filling the room as well. "Please, please! I hate you! You fucking piece of shit woman!!" Naoya cursed through waves of pleasure.

You used the paddle to reprimand him for cursing. You're able to see the tint of his ass get redder with the little bit of moonlight peaking in, it was a full moon out tonight and your body and mind were in bliss.

You kept thrusting, hitting Naoya's prostate repeatedly, "I wanna cum! I wanna cum! Let me cum please!" Naoya pleaded out to you. Now you just had to see his expressions, imagining it when it was right in front of you wasn't sufficing. Toji kept his rhythm as he was also close to his peak.

Your smooth hand grabbed Toji's wrist to stop him as you halted your movements into Naoya. Pulling out of the blonde man, you flipped him over on his back. His face flushed and wet with tears, his eyes sparkling with wetness making the sadistic side of yourself excited.

Seeing him in that state made your pussy get wetter than it was already. Toji felt you squeeze around his cock at the view of your fiancé looking like a pathetic animal. You grabbed Naoya's cock and removed the beaded sound slowly from his flushed-pulsing cock.

With each of the beaded rod sliding out Naoya panted and moaning once it was fully extracted from his huge cock. "Please make me cum, Master." Naoya whined while looking at you completely bottomed out.

Your face blushed as you repositioned yourself back into Naoya. Toji started again as well once you got to a good pace. Picking up the speed of your thrusts, you were ready to make his dick unload the cum he had been building up.

Naoya was now shamelessly moaning and grunting as you were hitting his sweet spot repeatedly. He arched his back to feel each thrust you did. Deciding  to add to his pleasure you pumped his cock in your hand, making him throw his head back at the blissful feeling.

Toji kept thrusting into you, hitting your g-spot and making you throw your head back in satisfaction as well. Moans cascading out of your mouth a symphony. Your panted as your walls clenched around him as you were getting close to your orgasm.

"I'm cumming!" all three of your pleasured voices mixed at once as you reach your climax. Removing yourself from Naoya, his cum squirts all over his own chest.

Toji pulls out of you, cumming on your back all the while your legs tremble as you cum as well. "I fucking hated this," Naoya grunted out breathing heavily. You smirked at your fiancé and questioned him, "Wanna get your brains fucked again, you dumb crybaby pet?"

#jjk x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #toji x y/n #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro smut #naoya x reader #naoya zenin #naoya x reader x toji #tw degradation #tw pet play #jujutsu kaisen x reader #reader insert #dub con

[k-dokja]

a bit random, but gun/goo (i'm okay with either) reacting to you showing signs of falling in love with another person?? perhaps they don't take their relationship with you seriously enough, so it ends up with the reader searching for love somewhere else. it kind of sucks because they've grown so familiar with your affection, and may even have fallen in love with you, but can't muster up the courage to say anything... at first.

Is it bad that I found these two very cute? Especially Jonggun with his hair down... immaculate. Joongoo under the cut!

Really, he should have said something. Anything. Then again, when everything was inadequate, nothing would work.

He thought a lot about it, times and times again. Always ending with regretting the time he spent mulling about something that couldn't be changed. Then everytime his mind didn't get clouded by thoughts of his businesses, it always drifted to you.

He was inexplicably drawn to you, the two of you knew that. Even Joongoo knew that, having to spend an ungodly amount of times with the both of you.

It was history, he guessed, the thread of history which tied the two of you together. It made him believe in the strength of your bonds, it made him complacent with the idea of your continuous presence in his life.

Until something disturbed the still water.

Once he noticed something was amiss, he couldn't sit and wait until it passed. No, he always needed to do something about it.

“I thought I said we shouldn't be doing this again,” despite what you reminded him, you were smiling against his lips.

“You did,” he admitted, “but I don't see you stopping me.”

Instead of answering him, you only wrapped your fingers around his neck, keeping him close to you. “Shut up and kiss me,” you whispered, “I don't want to be alone right now.”

He knew further argument would only push you away, so he relented, letting you have the upper-hand this time around. Sooner or later, he'd undo the mistake of letting you go that day. He'd not be foolish this time around.

Joongoo always complained about how obsessive he got when he became interested in something, but love was never in the equation.

Yet, he found himself bothered when your eyes weren't on him while you were with each other. The idea of you being with someone else was venomous to his mind, crawling away his sanity with unnecessary disturbance.

He shushed it out with other bodies, with names he never bothered to remember. Yet, every time, he was reminded of you. It was a poison eating away his soul, no one would have the antidote but you.

Jonggun vowed he'd get it, regardless of the cost.

“That didn't take long to fall back into places,” he inhaled from his cigarette, turning away from you when he breathed out the smoke, “guess he didn't mind that you're with me.”

He never beat around the bushes with incessant questioning, never a full barrage of them when he wanted to know something. He was always straightforward in his words, and that had always rewarded him. People talked fast when they were cornered, eager for an escape.

Jonggun knew how it felt to have his words holding the weight of the world and forcing people to unravel themselves.

Somehow, it never worked with you.

“None of your business,” you smiled easily, leaning over to kiss him.

He took your kiss, light and brief. Lighter than the bruising ones he left on your body when he made your toes curl and made you sigh in contentment.

That was not enough.

Jonggun shut out his cigarette into the ashtray he left at his bedside, freeing his hand to cradle at the side of your face. He kissed you this time, harder than before.

You sighed contently against his lips when he let you breath, but you weren't done talking. “Just because we're sleeping together,” the word again went unsaid, “it doesn't make my business yours.”

Your words against his lips were playful and sardonic, he couldn't help but feel you have cursed him. It was cruel.

When you pulled away, he decided, maybe this time, he wouldn't let you go. “Why him?”

To his surprise, you smiled with a bit of exasperation. “Why not?” You questioned him back. “He’s honest, loyal, and dedicated, what more would I want in a man?”

“But you don't know him,” Jonggun narrowed his eyes, challenge you to contradict his words.

You didn't. Maybe it was better if you did. “Sometimes I feel like I don't know you either.”

Surprisingly, he found himself smiling. “You don't need to know me,” he put his hand on your arm and slid up to your shoulder, “you don't even need to trust me.”

With that, he pushed you down on your back again, his smile was sinister when he hovered above you. “But not once, did I ever lay with you in false pretenses,” he said, “and as long as you're in my arms, you're mine.”

His sheer audacity elicited a mirroring grin from you. He knew you could match his gall, and you'd never waste a chance to humble him, that he knew. “My, when did you become a romantic, Jonggun?”

Jonggun almost rolled his eyes, but managed to keep his cool when he answered your question. “When someone made me realize I need to step up my game.”

“And what if I don't want to be yours only when I'm under you?” You teased. “What if I also wanted you to be mine?”

You tapped your finger at his lips, to your surprise, he parted his lips and bit down. However, his hold on your finger was gentle enough for you to pull back with ease.

“You can have whatever you want, but you should know what comes with the territory,” he pressed his forehead against yours, it was strangely cute, cute enough that you melted.

You could only smile after that. “You should know this isn't my first rodeo,” you reminded him, “worry about yourself.”

He huffed, resigned to his position. “Now, I worry for both us.”

“God, Joongoo is going to have a field day,” you covered your mouth in realization.

Apparently, you confused Jonggun. He lifted his head away from yours, clearly confused. “Explain?”

“...I might or might not have made a bet with him about us getting back together,” suddenly, you got sheepish.

“...You bet against us?”

“Listen.”

“Sugarplum, you have been spending a lot of time with Samuel lately,” Joongoo pressed his chin on your shoulder, bending his back in the process. The pose would be far more comfortable if you were in a standing position, but you remained uncaring to his whining, typing away at your computer.

“Now, you don't even pay attention to me,” he grumbled and rubbed his chin on your shoulder further.

Getting your attention was a small victory for him, but he knew he had a long way to go with how you glanced at him. One step at a time. “What? Didn't you want me to work with him?”

“Yes, but not if the two of spent the entire time working to flirt,” he pouted, “am I not enough for you?”

You snorted. “When did you begin to care about what anyone thinks? Besides, stop being nosy, we were only working.”

When you swatted him away, he couldn't help but whine again. Your audacity for trying to chase him out. “You don't love me anymore,” his grumbling was halfhearted, neither of you ever cared much about what came out of his mouth.

But then you shrugged, and he felt something lodged in his throat. That was strange.

Instead of staying to figure out what happened, Joongoo hurried out of your room, trying to escape from the unpleasant feeling. He never cared before, there was no reason to care now.

He thought it'd be better once he had you in his bed, that something would change when he heard you saying his name. It didn't go away, however. It intensified. The annoying ache in his chest.

Disturbing.

“Sweet pea, are you sleeping with him?”

Truthfully, he shouldn't be having this conversation with you while you were cuddling on the couch. Then again, he has always known himself for having an impeccable sense of timing. Even if those impeccable timing always put people into weird situations.

If there was any issue, that'd be a you problem.

“Who?” You fiddled with your phone, not entirely paying attention to his question.

“You know who,” Joongoo’s arm around you seized your waist, pulling you closer to him. “Samuel who.”

“You’re on this again?” You asked, a bit perplexed. “I told you, we're only coworkers.”

“Then tell him to stop eye-fucking you,” he grumbled, nose tucking into the crook of your shoulder, “I don't like it.”

Patting his head while he was spooning you was a task, but you managed. “Aw, is baby Goo Goo jealous?”

“Don’t baby talk me, I'm mad at you,” despite his protest, he leaned into your hand. “I thought we have something special.”

You couldn't help but laugh, “Joongoo, you specified at the beginning that what we were doing is strictly physical,” you reminded him, “that the most we can be is friends, I don't get why you're all dramatic about it now. We're not even together.”

“We are friends!” He argued while angling over you to rub his cheek with yours. “Friends who sometimes kiss and test out toys together, but I don't like it when you be friends with Samuel. He's very unpredictable and dangerous, you know.”

“Are you even hearing yourself?” You stared back at him, even more perplexed by his display. “Never mind, is this really about Samuel?”

Of course, he immediately recoiled when you confronted him. “I’m simply worried about you like a good friend, sugar. There are other guys out there who could treat you better.”

“Uh huh,” you deadpanned, “guys like you?”

You wouldn't really say going from Samuel to Joongoo is an upgrade, but you won't tell him that. He already made enough of a fuss as it was.

“Well, if I had to pick an example,” he grinned, delighted at the chance, “I’d say I’m the superior choice, don't you think?”

Yup, too easy. “Next time, bring flowers, and I will think about it,” you shooed him away, returning to your phone once more.

“Wait, what—honey bear, don't mess with my feelings like that!”

“Haha...”

He was grumbling again, inaudible things. You didn't know if you wanted to hear them, but you allowed him when he snuggled up to you anyway.

“I’m not jealous,” he tried to correct you.

Without the will to fight, you could only laugh in exasperation. “I know,” you agreed, “you don't have to reassure me, reassure yourself.”

“Ugh, you're so mean to me,” he squeezed you until you squeaked for that, “at least you love me, right?”

“Uuh, I guess?”

He squeezed you again, exactly where it tickled. “Say it properly, I'm going to kiss you until you do!”

“Joongoo!”

#park jonggun #kim joongoo #park jonggun x reader #kim joongoo x reader #lookism #lookism x reader #fics #goo lookism #gun lookism

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Appointment Scheduled

Summary- 2.7k Ransom Drysdale x Reader. Since that night at your parents, you haven't been to see Ransom. Not that he wasn't always on your mind. But you continue to defend your 'FWB' term that is all he is. Ransom gets tired of receiving physical silence from you.

So he made himself an appointment.

Warnings- somewhat mad mean Ransom, reader in denial of her feelings, some in the office over the desk sex. This is a cheater fic, the reader is cheating on her boyfriend and Ransom is encouraging this. Please if this bothers you, do not read it.

A/N- another self-indulgent fic featuring these two? Yes please, it's what I wanted, so it's what I wrote. As always, thank you for reading, comments and reblogging. You all have to thank @sagechanoafterdark for Ellie showing up in the story. We were talking that the reader needs a best friend who is like "Duh, you two are meant to be, it is so obvious." to our reader.

Masterlist

“Ellie no I haven't seen him since my dad's birthday party. I mean a few messages here and there, but nothing more about meeting up.”

You hear your best friend scoff on the other line. She was your confidante, your tried and true, better or worse, the bitch who will help you bury the body friend.

She also lacked sugar coating anything.

“Well, you two are just dumb. One of you has to open that line of conversation, might as well be you.”

You hit the button to the lift, sighing into the phone as you watched the numbers ding. “I don’t know what conversation you are talking about El.”

“Uh, the one where you two have been in love with each other since basically middle school? The one where whenever you feel lonely, that's the man you call? Or how about the one how he runs to you whenever you even put out a HINT that you might need him? That one Y/N.”

“We are just fuck buddies-”

“Really good, rock your world, the best sex and head you’ve ever gotten, buddy. Right?” Ellie’s tone is dripping with sarcasm now and you pinch your nose in aggravation while stepping onto the elevator.

“Exactly like that.” You go a bit quiet. “Listen, I’m at work, so talk later, okay?”

“Sure, I miss you. I wish you would move back to the city.” Ellie softened her tone a bit. “Girls weekend soon? I love you.”

“I love you too and of course!” You hit the end button and stuff it in your bag, staying quiet the rest of the ride up.

Working as a lawyer's assistant wasn’t too bad. Although it's often said couples shouldn't work together, you hardly saw Neil while you were there. He was usually in some kind of pissing match with another DA in the building, which made for some interesting rants from him when he got home.

You dutifully listened, but with little interest. They got old and boring, which was how you were feeling in this ‘safe relationship.’

Really you felt something must be fucked up with you. Neil was a good guy, supportive, he didn't have much of a jealous streak, although you wished once in a while he would get a bit riled up about when someone was checking you out when the two of you went out for a date night. Everything was stable in your relationship, aside from the fact you basically were away to Ransom's bed any chance you could.

Then there was Ransom. The man you were able to actually swear yourself off from two years straight and got your life in order.

So you thought. It took one drink and conversation to fall back to where you two were two years ago. Only this time you found him missing him while you were away, thinking about him more.

You opened your office door and propped it open for your boss's clients to come inside and wait, your boss's door opened on the other side. Shaking off your over-the-top feelings going on, you went to pour Johanna's coffee and grab the files for today's cases. She was on the phone, so you just set them down with a small wave of your hand and settled behind the desk to get started transferring her notes into the system.

Ransom though was never far from your mind when you gave your cell the occasional glance.

Lunchtime approached which meant you would meet up with Neil and head to the small cafe on the corner. He would ask you about your work, you would ask him about his. There would be pleasantries shared. You sighed once more to yourself at the thought of it.

Johanna closed her door with a sudden click. You jumped a bit in surprise as she shouldered her handbag. “You okay Dear?” The woman asked kindly and you smiled, brushing it off.

“Caught up in these files.”

“Ah, yes there is a lot with this case. Sorry about all the extra notes. I know it's a tad boring. But take your break, stay out with Neil a little extra. It's a nice day and you've earned it.” She smiled kindly.

“I will be sure to, maybe Neil and I can breeze around the park before returning.” Fat chance… you thought as you smiled kindly at your boss as she took her leave. You picked at your cell phone, working your lip about to message Neil that you would meet him when a rather loud distinctive tone filled the entryway to your and Johanna's office.

“I have a meeting lined up with Johanna Klein, if you could let her assistant know that Ransom Drysdale is here to see her.”

Dropping your cell phone, forgetting about Neil, you rise out of your seat and go to your door, peering out. Ransom is leaning against the desk to the receptionists of the lawyer's offices explaining how it was your lunchtime and you were out of the building.

Ransom’s voice was about to release, you could see him drawing in the air to make himself a bit more imposing at the idea that he wasn’t allowed to see you when his icy orbs lifted from the receptionist to you, a perfect smirk crossing those pale pink lips that could be so soft at the moment while dropping venom just as easily. “She looks like she is available to me.”

The receptionist spun her chair to see you in the doorway. “It’s okay, Johanna booked him as the last one this morning.” You lied while Ransom made his way around the desk to enter your office. The receptionist looked like she was about to say something more when you quickly clicked the door closed and pulled the shade over the frosted glass to keep from anyone seeing the two of you in there.

“What are you doing here Ransom?” You ask yet again, while he was leaning against the desk with his arms folded over his chest.

“I have an appointment. Seems it's the only way to properly see you again.” He pushed up the sleeves of his long sleeves over muscled forearms. You being you, was absolutely unable to take your eyes off that action.

“Well, I’ve been busy and you never made mention of it again.”

“Kitten…” His tone lowered with a warning. “I didn't think I had to imply that you could come over whenever. But if I'm going to have to do it this way from now on.” He pushed off the desk to stalk the small space to you. “Guess that's what I will do. Book my appointments between-” a slight snarl darkened his face, the crease between his eyes deepening as his hand rested in your lower back and pushed you closer to him.

Overwhelmingly closer. His muscles through the shirt flexed under your hands coming to rest on his pecs and his cologne made your mouth water with the familiarity. The scent of bergamot and cedar gave an almost smoky scent, a touch of sweetness with vanilla had you inching closer to Ransom. “- your time with Neil.”

Your eyes flashed angrily at him then, pulling back a bit in his hold. “What does it matter to you, Ransom?”

“It doesn't. Like I told you before Kitten, you and I will never be over.”

“Feels a lot like jealousy to me then.” You spat a bit. “Since we're just this.” You shrugged a bit, now your temper is getting the best of you. “What was it that Ellie said to me this morning. Fuck buddies.”

“Your term, not mine Kitten.” Ransom yanked you in close again, this time his kiss was a lot different than that night in your bedroom. It was harsh and demanding, forcing you to open your mouth to him and swallow his passion. “You know fucking Neil is skating on thin ice, keeping you all the time.” He shoved you roughly against your desk, your hands flying to the paperwork you were working on before and it went flying for the most part. Some of it fisted in your hand as your ass arched out and pressed against Ransom's groin, making you hiss when he jerked your hips further back.

“Neil is technically my-” You started when a hand slapped over your mouth, fingers digging into your cheeks roughly.

All of it was turning you on, making your thighs squeeze together and you breathe harshly through your nose the more excited you got. “Don’t say it Kitten. Not right now, this is my time. Remember. I made an appointment.”

You felt your skirt get rucked up around your hips and Ransom leaned over, his chest pressing into your back as he flushed hot kisses on your neck, a yank to your shirt dragged your shirt over your shoulder. It wasn't gentle kisses, it was deep leave his mark there that was making you tilt your head and push back into him once more while he fumbled with his own pants to yank them open.

“Yes, yes your appointment. Did you miss this pussy?” You purred, mimicking the nickname you had earned. His fingers pushed aside the bit of cotton that was now sticky clinging to your folds and he stroked you with precision, spreading your slick all around till he swirled a finger against your clit.

“Enough to come searching your ass out.” He remarked when you felt his cock take over where his fingers were, thicker, velvet hardness in your soft folds make you mewl while gripping your desk's edge.

It was the right call, as soon as Ransom felt you start to take him, he pressed harder. Making you both hiss, your head falling against your desk as he stretched you open, his cock filling you quickly. His teeth sunk into your shoulder, registering the sting of it when he rutted into you, slamming your hips into the desk suddenly. “Fuck Ransom,” You hissed out and bit your lip to stifle a moan.

“This perfect round ass that is so fuckable.” His hand came against a cheek while his hips slammed into you steadily. Jerking you on the desk. But it all felt so good, the stink of the slap making you tighten around his cock while you gave a yelp in protest.

Again his hand came around your mouth, stuffing fingers in your mouth which you wrapped your lips around and sucked on them, making your eyes roll when you tasted yourself on them. “Shut it Kitten, suck yourself off me like a good girl while I fill this perfect cunt.” Ransom snapped his teeth near your ear. You moaned, trying to confirm that you would, you would do just as he said while he fucked you harshly from behind.

It clouded your mind, forgetting everything you had been stressed about all morning. Ransom's cock pounded into your wanting body like it was all you ever needed. Your smooth walls flexed around him, tightening till you felt the throbbing ridges that dragged and pulled through you.

It wasn't just his cock driving you mindless. It was the grunted words in your ear. “Perfect little clock slut, Kitten you love getting fucked on your desk don’t you?” He hissed in your ear as another drive made you moan incoherent at him. “Just so cock drunk slut, who is too stupid to answer me.” A tongue was dragged on your tongue, kisses right at the hinge of your jaw made you whine and press back against him. He knew that it drove you crazy to feel the flush of his lips along your neck, driving you mindless. “Just my sweet little Kitten taking it so well.”

All you could do was mewl around his fingers stuffed in your mouth, drool escaping from the corners of your stretched lips and dribbling on the paperwork you had crumpled in your fists. Your chest pressed harshly against the desk, making you wheeze under Ransom’s weight. It was smothering, him all over caging you against the furniture, pumping his cock harshly into your core and your mouth stuffed with his fingers keeping you quiet.

It was too much and not enough, cause you still weren't quite there. The heat burned in your belly, wanting to implode you into oblivion. Ransom gritted his teeth as he wedged a hand under you, fingers feeling for your throbbing clit that ached for his touch.

The roll of his fingers made you moan at the tension. The rush made your spine snap and fight against Ransom, which he felt as you squealed in protest, his teeth snapping near you while he sputtered.

“Just fucking cum Kitten, then you can relax. Your boss will be back any time now.” Nearby you glanced at your phone that somehow was still on the table, the time wavering in your sight, as well as some ‘Where are you?’ texts from Neil.

Ransom wanted you to relax and cum, which is what you wanted as well. The numbing release was right there with his help and you let go. The wave was mind blanking. You sagged under Ransom, and he tightened his hold on you as he used you. But you were in bliss as he grunted over you, hot shots of cum filling you while he sagged in relief against you.

Jerks of his cock still quivered your sensitive walls as he took a few last slow pumps into you before he plated his hands against your messy desk and pulled himself up, pulling out of your messy cunt.

“Gonna have to go the rest of the day like that Kitten.” He chuckled as he straightened your panties back in place and pulled your skirt down over your ass. His hand went around your waist and he helped guide you back to a stand to face him. Brushes of his thumbs over your face was an attempt to fix your makeup which made you wince while you rubbed the drool from your chin.

“How bad is it?”

Ransom winced when you asked. “Pretty bad… looks like you've been crying… or got properly fucked. Take your pick.” He said as his hands dropped to pull his pants back in place and zip them back up, the button going back through the loop.

It was unfair that Ransom didn't get completely ruined like you did when this sort of thing happened. You rushed around your desk to grab some wet wipes to wipe the smudged lipstick and mascara off.

‘You know… I never have this problem with Neil.” You muttered and Ransom snapped back as he watched you, leaning down to pick up some of the papers that fell and shuffle them together while you did a quick reapplication so no one would question it.

“Kitten, obviously the man isn't fucking you right then.” A smirk flashed up at you as he handed you your papers and you were quick to tuck them away.

You broke into a small dirty smile, a roll of your eyes playing with him. “Well… you are correct in that Ransom. Now split, Johanna will be back soon.”

“Nope." A pop of the p that made you huff at him. "I have an appointment Y/N.” He swept down into a seat just as Johanna clicked open the door and stepped back in.

“Y/N, did you have a good lunch? I didn’t expect to see you back so soon. But I was told my next client is here.” She glanced towards the corner of the room where Ransom was picking at his sweater. “Mr. Drysdale, come on in with me, please? We will get started.” She smiled warmly as she went around your desk to let herself into her office, Ransom moving to a stand with a chipper.

“Absolutely, thrilled to get started. Y/N here has been a perfect host in the meantime.” He winked at you with a light brush of his fingers along your arm before disappearing into Johanna’s office, the door shutting behind them.

You could only begin to guess what Ransom was up to coming all the way here. Which you would find out later, either from Ransom or Johanna.

Right now you had to deal with standing up Neil, which when you picked up your phone, chewing your lip that you still could taste yourself on from Ransom’s fingers, you read the message.

Y/N, where are you? I have been waiting for an hour for you.

You started to text out your lie of an excuse hoping that this wouldn't be the day it would all blow up in your face.

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Hello friends! Here is my contribution to the Bakugou Birthday Bash! The master link will be linked here ! Please enjoy my bit of an angsty fic! And all of the other art and works that are on the master list! Enjoy the big bakugou blow out and remember to leave a comment on your favorite pieces! Happy birthday ya shitty man! (Lowkey become 3d please)

Warning: he's 28 btw 😂 (my fic says so also)

It shouldn't be this fucking hard to get groceries and booze. It's a quick and easy errand. Everything already pre-ordered for an important birthday that just needed to be picked up. And yet here you were crying in your car trying to get it together before the attendant asked for the order name. Honestly you had texted out "I can't do this today. Sorry." Several times before deleting it, telling yourself not to hit send. But you would have to be having the worst mental day of your life wouldn't you? Today of all days, how fucking selfish of you.

Especially with the amount of time and effort you and Kirishima had put into this idea. Since New Year's actually, months and months of planning after the two of you had gotten shit faced at Denki and Mina's new years party, creating the brain child. All after bonding over switching patrol partners six months before, you had gotten Bakugou and he had gotten Ashido. Kirishima and yourself giggle over stupid things to the side of the party, people watching as you took shots. Kirishima points towards a normally grumpy blonde.

"Wow I think he's actually having fun." You snort, as you watch Bakugou hide his rare cat smile behind a sip of his beer as Mina makes Denki the butt of a joke.

"He actually loves parties. He never says it so people just think he's a wet blanket." Kirishima laughs, pouring the two of you another shot. Bakugou lets out a particularly loud laugh after 'Dunce Face' proves Mina's point. I guess that would be the time that it started.

When you started to fall. His laugh makes your cheeks deepen in hue and burn, to want to hear it again, to watch it again and learn all of the other sides of your patrol partner that he obviously only reserved for his closest friends.

"Let's throw him a great birthday party." You say, holding up your shot as a devilish smile spreads over sharp teeth. The mountainous man clinks your shot glass before he adds.

"Let's." In unison the two of you down the burning liquid as the plan comes into fruition.

Four months, four months and nineteen days of you thinking of nothing but your patrol partner with whom you got extremely close with since New Year's. So why? Why today of all days were you struggling? Why would normal everyday tasks feel more as if you were wading through mud than the breeze they should have been? You flip down the visor, looking yourself in the eye through little square mirror as you grit your teeth hissing

"Get your shit together."

Your little pep talk helps you get the several cakes and the cart full of booze that everyone requested, planning to make this the best birthday ever. Helping Kirishima set his house up with decorations, setting out the snacks, catering and even pouring some drinks as guests began to arrive to set down their gifts and help with the last minute touches before hiding. Masking through the pit in your stomach as you smiled at all of your friends as they poured in through Kirishima's door. Through the weighted emptiness you felt as each one wrapped you into a tight hug, already praising you and Kirishima for the amazing effort, that Bakugou would be so surprised when it was more than just you and Kirishima here. . Finally you had to go and get the guest of honor just before sundown to catch him before he went to bed. A much needed breather from the constant smiling and forcing a laugh that everyone thought sounded genuine.

Enjoying the silence of the evening train as it pulled you across town to the unsuspecting blonde. And maybe you could have made it through the night from your shitty pep talk or at least through getting the freshly 28 year old to his party but instead you catch your reflection in the window. Your facial features weighted with exhaustion, shoulders hunched allowing your body to continue to produce cortisol. Tears prick your eyes as you deep low, too low. Remembering everything and nothing all at once, steeping in guilt as you beg yourself for just a few more hours. That the depression episode can happen when you're home and alone, after the party goes off without a hitch. Tears fall anyway and they do all the way to Bakugou's until you finally get enough control to step out of yourself for a moment. Ringing the doorbell several times as a smile is plastered on your face, the door swings open. Bakugou's eyes narrow as they take you in, he notices that something is off. Your smile is a little too wide, your eyes rimmed red but he says nothing about it. Instead he lets his initial anger come forth.

"Oi! I told you to fuckin' text me when you were on the train so I could meet you at the station!" He growls, slamming his door shut and pocketing his keys. Deadly and sweaty hands deep in the pockets of his leather jacket as his palms itch to hold onto something else. Garnet eyes track your own hands as you reach over your head stretching.

"Yea yea, I hear you Dad." You tease giving him a look, "I still made it okay."

"Kirishima should have come instead of you that fuckin hair for brains." He snarls keeping pace with you as he always does on patrol.

"I know Dad must be sad cause his favorite didn't come to pick him up." You try not to sound dejected, nudging him in the ribs to distract from the crack in your voice, "Happy birthday ya big lug."

Bakugou cuts you a glare, mind racing before his barks out a "Thanks."

Comfortable silence stretches between the two of you before you two hit the train station, passing a corner store.

"Was shitty hair burning dinner? Do I need to stop for back up?" His thumb hooks over his shoulder towards the neon as he stands idle waiting for you to jog your memory. Kirishima had burned the last friend's dinner making Bakugou so angry he walked six blocks to make something that was 'FUCKIN EDIBLE!' while you tried to air out his apartment. You laugh loudly, genuinely for the first time that day causing Bakugou's shoulders to sag with relief. In the ten months he had been working with you he had only seen you faking a smile or laugh once or twice. Then the time after that you were absent from work the next day or two forcing him to patrol with Denki but worse yet...making him worry.

"Guess I'll grab something just in case." He gave you his back so you wouldn't see his face or the faint blush that dusted his cheeks.

"No, no! I ordered out this time. From that famous chef you like." Bakugou glares your way, digging in his back pocket for his wallet.

"How much." He demands through gritted teeth while you show him the palms of your hands in surrender.

"Woah woah! It's your birthday gift! You can't pay me back for dinner! I'd sooner burn the money before I'd accept it from you!" Your watch dings with a message from Kirishima asking for an ETA. You grab onto Bakugou's hand pulling him along into a run as you shout over your shoulder.

"We're gonna be late!"

Oh how Bakugou wished you hadn't done that, he was already struggling to keep his heart beat even when you were around and now to grab onto him. To pull him along in a hurry like those cheesy insta posts that couples did on their "grand adventure" together. He swallows the lump in his throat as he reminds himself that you are nothing more than his patrol partner. His friend at best.

Even though the train was mostly empty Bakugou stood closely by you, as he always did when the two of you were in a crowded space. He had seen how most men took advantage of the situation and he hated the idea of that happening to you although he knew you were more than capable of handling it on your own. Hell you could kick even his ass but he would die before ever admitting that. Instead he watches you talk about what you ordered for dinner and how you got the cake from that bakery Sato works part time at, the same one he got your birthday cake from but he doesn't hear a word. Instead all he can see is the golden light from the setting sun worshiping you. Kissing your skin to make it glow, giving your eyes a hue that makes his heart fall into his stomach and illuminating you in a true light. A radiant ethereal thing is what you were and Bakugou was just lucky enough to be standing by you. So out of it he doesn't realize the two of you are at your stop.

"Uh Suki?" Your voice is soft paired with the setting sun has him acting weird. He leans closer to you, pulled by some invisible force before he stops himself as he watches you look up at him beneath long lashes.

"You okay?" You ask almost nervously from his proximity, the smell of spice and caramel wrap around you making you feel warm and fuzzy. Temporarily making you forget that you were trying to act on the train, making you relax as you just talked to Bakugou. He sucks his teeth as he picks up your bag to sling over his shoulder.

"Yea but you were gonna forget your whole damn purse like you always do." He huffs, this time he was the one pulling at your hand in a rush before the doors closed to trap you two on the train. His hand feels warm in yours, his grip tight as he drags you along before pulling you within his sight, another habit of his you happened to notice. Almost reluctantly he lets go of you hand as Kirishima's house comes into view.

"We better have a good time tonight patrol Princess or you owe me a special birthday gift." He laughs causing you to roll your eyes at his stupid nickname that stuck after your first day with him, adamant that the two of you take your route instead of his it was a huge argument. But it was a good thing he listened to the "princess", it put the two of you smack dab in the middle of a robbery. You stick out your tongue.

"Trust me. You're gonna have a good time!" You push him up the steps as he bats away your hands. Opening the front door before everyone jumps out of various and bad hiding spots.

"SURPRISE!!" All of the alumni of class A and some of B shout, a select few already slurring their words. Bakugou's scowl turns into a smirk before he looks over his shoulder at you.

"Aw you did this to me?" His voice is teasing but his eyes almost sparkle, you nod encouraging him to go deeper into the party. As he does people flock to him laughing and yelling out happy birthday until he's sick of hearing it. All the while your smile wanes with the night. Until an hour in that heavy episode hits you full force. Numbness setting in where happiness should be, rotting as it turns to shame and guilt as you watch your friend, your crush, enjoy his night. Bringing a glass bottle to his lips as he talks with Kirishima, who then presses a shot into his hands. Bodies dancing to the house music that beat out of the speakers competing with chatter and laughter.

It felt weird to watch everyone truly enjoying themselves while you felt low. It felt more as if you were standing outside of the house, looking in through the window to see everyone enjoying themselves, no one even knowing who you were as you stared in.

You felt distant, alone. What a shitty way to feel in a room full of people, none of it being their fault and so the guilt pressed harder. Eyes watering as they lingered on the blonde who deserved this celebration and more. Making you decide to give the best birthday gift of them all.

To slip away upstairs and onto the roof, to give the room space to breathe when you felt like suffocating.

Crying to no one but the moon.

And no one noticed. Two hours slip by before Kirishima insists that Bakugou make a wish and eat cake before everyone gets too drunk too. The entire house drunkenly sings happy birthday but Bakugou notices a voice missing. Yours that's just a touch off key, not to mention he didn't hear you say the stupid nickname 'Suki' where his name should be in the song. Plus you weren't one to miss out on dessert. For as long as Bakugou has been working with you, you never turned down the opportunity for sweets. Whether that was taking the long way back to the agency to try to catch a certain street vendor or to hover by the deserts at a party to pick the very best treat.

And if it was a birthday party, you never could shut up that y'all could not leave until after they blew out the candles and made a wish.

His eyes linger for a second longer, making sure he didn't miss you before his heart sinks. He takes in a sharp inhale, thinks on his wish and blows out the candles.

Meanwhile you hear the cheers of everyone down stairs and sob into your knees. You missed your favorite part of birthdays. Of hoping they make a wish that comes true, of watching their face as they think of something quickly or how some people tear up when they finally realize just how loved they are on their birthday.

It isn't long after that do you hear the sound of combat boots on shingles. Whipping your head up in the direction of the sound. Stomach clenching with guilt as you watch Bakugou walking towards you with a slice of cake.

"Brought ya some cake, since I didn't hear you sing off key to me." He says sinking down beside you as you furiously wipe at your tears.

"I'm-um."

"You don't gotta explain yourself to me." He snarls as you stare dumbly at your cake, "You know that."

"I know…" Silence passes slowly, the moon shines overhead and the party carries on below.

"Well, I'm waiting!" Bakugou says dramatically, "You gonna sing or am I gonna have to sing to myself?"

"Oh." It makes you giggle a bit before you blush, realizing he is serious. You take a deep breath before singing "just off key" when you don't, to him.

"Sukiiiiii!" Relief washes over his features when he hears the dumb ass name, "Happy birthday to youuuuuu!"

"Okay, now you can eat the damn cake." He grunts, his smile never wavering as he looks to the empty street below. You follow his eyes, chewing the inside of your lip, setting the cake down.

"What'd you wish for…" Curiosity gets the better of you and earns his intense gaze. He smirks, scoffing at the end.

"You always say you shouldn't tell or it won't come true." He laughs at your pout, before he finally admits "I wished for courage."

With a furrowed brow you give him a puzzled look, he just holds your gaze.

"Why? You're like the bravest hero I know!" Bakugou can hear the truth in your voice, you aren't saying it just to fucking stroke his ego.

You actually meant it, making this conversation that much harder.

"Yea except when it comes to this one thing I want to do. Its fuckin easy and I've done it hundreds of times just as I'm about to do it I fucking back down cause I'm probably fuckin reading into things too much." He leans in closer, again his smell mesmerizes you, causing your body to visibly relax, "Too much of a fuckin bitch, thinking she doesn't want me like I want her. So I wished for the courage to follow through. To fuckin' just do it."

Your heart is racing out of your chest before one of his hands finds the nape of your neck pulling you into a feverish kiss. Teeth gnashing from the passion, lips perfectly modeling to the other before tongues lightly dance around one another. Lengthening seconds into hours with just a few head tilts and plush lips. You moan into his mouth, he pulls away, eyes clouded with lust as a string of spit connects your tongues. He pants, face flushed and his hand warm, almost burning at the nape of your neck, the shingle by his hand charred from restraint as he pants out.

"I wished for you."

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