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illicitlimerence-writes · 2 years

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fanboy | m. verstappen

pairing: max verstappen x actress!reader word count: 4.8k words request: yes, by anons: "bestie hear me out, in a f1 video, i think it was this or that or smth like that, max said he has always loved spiderman. okay. so. imagine. reader is an actress right. she obvi cannot play spiderman. but. she gets the role of spidergwen. can you imagine? max finding out and he just reps his girl so much. he just has to let everyone know. everywhere he goes. that his girlfriend is fcking spidergwen. this got so long im sorry. ily and your work” & “hi bestie! hope you’re doing good :) i love your fics! could you potentially write an actress x max fic where they’re in a long distance relationship and it’s starting to effect them but in the end everything turns out great? 🥰” & “hello, can you write something with max verstappen where he and his girlfriend are expecting a baby girl. thank you” warnings: mentions of j*s, h*rner and m*rko, mentions of silvestone 2021, language, pregnancy, i tried to write angst, but it didn’t work lmao. a/n: sooooo i don’t know how to feel about this one. i feel like it’s missing something, but idk yet. also, this might be a bit too similar to ‘superheroes and flat caps’ but i just fell in love with that concept and wanted to write more like that one.

my masterlist

(look at this precious boyyyyy)

being cast in a marvel movie meant commitment, whether it was traveling to the other side of the world and living there for months on end, or staying late when it was necessary.

at first, you were extremely excited to become a part of this universe of compelling characters and devoted fans. you didn’t know exactly which character you’d auditioned for, but when your agent called you about a role in a new spiderman movie, and that marvel wanted you to audition, you knew you were going to do what was necessary to get that role.

max was the first person you told about this audition. he knew how long you’d been wanting to be part of a big movie franchise, through most of your career you’d only done stand-alone movies, this opportunity gave you the chance to grow as an actress, to explore a character in ways that you hadn’t been able to just yet.

you had been on your morning run when you got the call, jogging the streets of the small country you called home was your favorite way to start the day when the weather was nice. maybe not the running part, but you did like the view. you always invited max to join you, but he always claimed that if he were to run with you, he would just fall behind, too distracted by your presence. you’d shake your head and laugh.

“the view, max! do it for the view,” you said, grabbing his shoulders and moving him until he was standing in front of the stone edge, the water in the distance. but he moved his head, meeting your eyes as he smiled softly, then, without hesitation, he said;

“you’re the greatest view i could ever ask for,” your breath got caught in your throat, max turned so he was facing you, and gently kissed your cheek.

you smiled as you thought back to that day. the thought that max was waiting for you back home was what kept you going through the hard days. and that day, after the first rush of excitement had died down a bit, making way for nervousness and self doubt, you needed him. you knew it was just an audition, and that it was weeks away, but this was a really big opportunity for you and your career. you knew more chances would come, but you just had a feeling that this role in particular, even though you didn’t even know what character it was, was made for you.

you arrived home, feeling a weird sensation in your stomach, as if you were going to throw up. as you opened the front door you were met with the sound of music coming from the speakers.

“max?” you called, heading to the balcony, you knew he enjoyed working out there, and the already opened door was a big clue. “hey,” you said, he was lying on his back, he dropped the weight he was lifting to the side, rising up to his feet and greeted you with a kiss.

“how was your run?” he asked, holding your hand and leading you inside.

“good,” you replied, rushing the word out. you walked to the kitchen, sitting on a stool as max grabbed a cold water bottle from the fridge.

“everything okay?” he asked, you cursed yourself silently. for someone who had spent most of her life acting, you were not good at keeping your cool when lying.

“yup,” you popped the ‘p’, and max turned around and narrowed his eyes at you, you sighed, placing your crossed arms over the counter and hiding your face in them. “okay, no. i got a call and i’m nervous,” your voice came out muffled, and max frowned, sitting next to you. he placed a hand on your back.

“what? i couldn’t hear you,” his hand was warm against your back, you turned your head to look at him, he leaned down so he was imitating your posture. “hey, what’s wrong?” he looked concerned, and you chastised yourself mentally for worrying him about something so trivial.

“i got a call, from stephanie,” you started, max nodded, “i have an audition in three weeks, for a new marvel movie. a spiderman movie,” you said, realizing that spiderman was one of max’s favorite characters, that just added to the mix of nerves and anxiety you felt at that moment.

“that’s amazing!” he said, a smile forming on his lips. you straightened your back, nodding. “but?” he lifted his eyebrows.

"it's marvel!" you lifted your arms for emphasis. “and it’s a spiderman film, and you love spiderman, and-”

“and you’re you,” he leaned in, “you’re nervous,” he guessed.

“oh, i’m terrified,” you admitted, leaning your head on his shoulder. “i’ve been wanting to be part of anything marvel for so long now… and now that i finally have an audition with them…” you lifted your head, turning so you were face to face with max, “i can’t screw this up,” you shook your head.

“and you won’t,” he assured you, placing his hands on your arms. “you’ve gotten every role you’ve auditioned for, you’ve been offered roles without even having to audition,” he started, you looked up at him, “this won’t be any different, okay? they are interested in you for a reason. they know this role is for you,”

“but i… i don’t even know what role it is, and-”

“you won’t find out unless you try. and you know, i could help you rehearse your lines,” he poked your stomach, making you laugh, “i’ll be with you every step of the way.”

“thank you, max.”

“of course, schatje,” he said, leaning in and placing a kiss on your lips. “besides, what if you get to play spider-woman, or something like that?” you chuckled, kissing his cheek.

“maybe,”

max had been right, after all. after three rounds of callbacks and chemistry reads, you had been offered the role to play spider gwen for the live action ‘spiderverse’ film. after explaining to max the story of the character, he quickly declared it as his favorite character and superhero. you told him to keep it a secret, you couldn’t risk anyone finding out about this before marvel announced it or started teasing about it. he promised you his lips were sealed.

except that cheeky motherfucker, for once in his life, didn’t wear a red bull polo as he arrived to the track for his next race, he wore a marvel shirt.

you were in atlanta at that moment, on the first days of shooting the film, and had called him as soon as you were both available.

“hi, schatje,” he said, he eyes were crinkled at the corners, the little shit knew exactly what he was doing, knew exactly why you’d called him.

“hello, emilian,” you called him by his middle name, narrowing your eyes at him through the screen. “that was an interesting outfit you wore today,” you said, slowly raising an eyebrow.

“really? he asked, shrugging his shoulders, “i wore what i always do, jeans and a shirt,”

“oh, yeah, i’m well aware of your required uniform for the weekends,” you teased, “was surprised to see you not wearing a red bull shirt, though,”

“what can i say? i’ve been watching the movies and am becoming a fan,”

“max,” you chuckled, shaking your head slightly.

“did i get you in trouble?” he asked.

“no, don’t worry about that,”

“okay, good,” he nodded.

“but you can’t do it again. it already raised so many eyebrows, people will start talking, and speculating. i can’t risk anything leaking out, okay?”

“okay. i’m sorry. i just thought you… you know. you’re finally in a marvel movie, after working your ass off for so long, and i’m so unbelievably proud of you, i want to show you off,”

“and i love you and thank you for that, but… let’s wait until the movie comes out… or the confirmation of my role, at least, okay?”

“okay. i’m sorry if i caused you any troubles,”

“no, no, it’s all good, i promise. it’s just me, i- i can’t risk losing this,”

“and you won’t, i promise. i will lay low until you give me the thumbs up,”

“what does that mean?” you asked, smiling as you leaned back.

“i’ve already ordered a bunch of spider gwen shirts and caps, and sweatshirts,” he said, your eyes widened as you let out a small laugh.

“max!”

“my favorite girl is playing my favorite superhero, i’d be stupid if i didn’t show my support for you in any way i can, no matter how small,”

“i really want to hug you right now,” you said, sighing. this was the first time you’d be away for so long, almost two months without seeing each other in person.

“i wish i could, too.”

you never thought you’d struggle with long distance, for the almost two years you and max had been together, you were always in sync, you always knew what the other needed without having to ask.

maybe it was the distance, or the timing, maybe it was just a small bump in the road for the two of you.

as you moved overseas for a few months to film, you tried to watch and follow the races as much as you could, but your hectic schedule made it impossible sometimes, and you had to settle for watching the replays when you had the time, or just watching the highlights.

one day in july, you were just about to wrap filming, and had been asked to start really early, and to stay extremely late. you were up before the sun, texting a quick ‘good morning, good luck. i love you.’ to max before leaving your phone in your trailer and focusing on, what you were hoping would be, your last day of filming.

things had been a little tense between max and you, you missed him terribly, and so did he. you both tried to make time in your schedules to facetime for at least five minutes, but the time difference, plus the million things you had to do, plus the fatigue and tiredness made it almost impossible. you relied on texts, a good morning and good night text was the one thing you never missed.

the day had started out just like any other, you were aware that the race was an important one, from the bits and pieces of information you read online and had spoken to max about, silverstone would be a decisive race for the championship title. and it broke your heart that you wouldn’t be able to watch it, but you wanted to finish as soon as possible so you could get back to your designated spot in max’s garage quickly. you’d already missed so much.

max knew that you had your own career to focus on, during all the time you’d been together, he was aware that you weren’t going to be there for him all the time. he knew that. but you’d never been apart for so long. he knew his life wouldn’t be over if he didn’t win the championship that year, but the people around him counted on him, they, and max himself, were putting too much pressure on him, he was about to snap.

silverstone was not supposed to turned out the way it did. he wasn’t supposed to crash into a wall at 51gs, he wasn’t supposed to be taken to a hospital to make sure he was all right. he wasn’t supposed to be told that you didn’t pick up the calls because you didn’t care about him.

seeing the over fifty missed calls made your heart start racing. it was almost 2am in atlanta, which meant it was a decent time on the other side of the world. you dialed max’s number and put it on speaker, reading the texts you’d received as you waited for him to pick up.

you had texts from friends asking how max was, how you were, but you didn’t understand why. you kept scrolling as you heard the monotone beeping. your heart raced inside your chest as you heard the voice telling you you’d reached his voicemail, you dialed again, waiting as you felt tears in your eyes whilst you read about the crash.

“(y/n)?” you let out a deep breath in relief as you heard his voice.

“max!” you sighed, the tension in your shoulders easing, “max, i’m so sorry, i just read about the crash. i was busy all day. how are you? are you okay? i’m so sorry i couldn’t be there, i promise i’ll jump in a plane and-”

“i’m okay,” he cut off your rambling.

“is.. are you out of the hospital? what did they say?” you asked, running a hand through your hair.

“i’m okay,” he repeated.

“what’s wrong?” you asked, frowning. the tone in his voice was enough clue, he wasn’t okay. he didn’t reply, but you could hear his breathing on the other side of the line. “max, what’s wrong?”

“why weren’t you answering?” he asked, his voice took you by surprise, he sounded angry.

“wh-what? max, i- i was busy on set all day. we just finished the film.”

“and you didn’t even get a five-minute break?”

“i don’t- what are you trying to say?” you asked, you didn’t know where this was coming from.

“forget it,” he said, you shook your head even though he couldn’t see you.

“no. no, what do you mean by that? max, i am doing my job here, if i could’ve been there with you, i would’ve. i want to be with you, i stayed awake for almost twenty four hours so i could finish filming and get back to you.”

you were met by silence on the other end of the line, you sighed as you dropped on your couch.

“there were pictures, the other day,” he started, you remained quiet, “of you and…”

“oh my god,” you said, exasperated, “i went out to dinner with my cast mate,”

“i know. i know that. but they-”

“they?” you asked, already knowing where this was going.

since the beginning of your relationship, you hadn’t been that well received by the red bull team principal and advisor, or by max's own father, they thought you were a distraction for their beloved driver. they knew they had a future world champion in their hands, and they sometimes forgot that he was a human, with feelings and desires and wants and needs, they wanted max to dedicate all his time to racing, not a girl.

“when are you coming home?” his voice was small, you could hear the regret in his words, could practically see him crestfallen, lying on a hotel bed all alone.

“i’ll book the earliest flight to london. i can get someone to send over all my stuff.” you sighed, knowing this conversation was not finished. “are you okay, max?” you asked, now that you knew what was really troubling him, you knew he could be honest.

“i just need you,”

“i’ll be there.”

“i’m sorry,”

“i know.”

with a cap on your head, sunglasses covering your eyes, you arrived at max’s hotel. you skipped the front desk, going straight to the elevator and hitting the button for floor number nine. you stepped out and walked to the right door, knocking twice, once, and twice again. seconds later, you saw max’s face, in front of you, for the first time in months.

you forgot about literally everything else at that moment, every single thing that worried you was thrown out the window the moment you felt his hands on your waist, you threw your arms around his neck and pulled him down, closer to you until you had your face buried in the crook of his neck, you inhaled deeply, having missed his scent. you’d missed everything about him.

“i missed you so much,” you heard him, felt him pushing you closer to his front. you let him drag you inside the room, he turned you both so he had his back against the door, he pushed it and closed it, leaning against it for support. “i love you. i’m sorry.”

“i know. i know, i love you too.” you whispered, leaning back so you could look at him. even in the dim lights of the room, you could see a faint bruise on the side of his cheek. instinctively, you lifted your hand to touch it, your fingers met his skin gently, they tingled at the contact.

“now i- i think it’s better that you didn’t see the crash,”

“why?” you asked, stroking his cheek softly.

“you would’ve been so worried. i don’t like that you worry so much about me,”

“i have to.” you answered, shrugging your shoulder, “i’m so sorry i couldn’t be here,”

“no. no, don’t apologize.” he shook his head, you dropped your hand down to his shoulder, “you were right, you can’t always be here, and i’m happy that you have things to do, i’m happy that you have a job that you love, just like i do. i don’t want to take that from you, i don’t want you to stop doing what you love just because of me.”

“i would if you asked me,” you blurted out, you didn’t think it twice, they just came out.

“and i would, too, but the point is that i was out of line. i know how hard you’ve worked for your career, and i can’t take that away from you, i can’t be mad because i know how much you’ve done for me.”

“let’s just… forget about it, okay? i know that you are under a lot of pressure right now, and the worst thing is that it’s not coming from yourself. but you can’t let their words get to you, max. it’s not healthy, it’s not okay. they have no right to do this to you. you will have many more opportunities to win a championship, you know that.”

“i know,” he turns his head to the side, you saw a new bruise on the other side of his face. you leaned forward, your lips meeting the light purple mark on his face.

“i’m sorry i couldn’t be there for you.”

“ no, no, don’t apologize. you’re here now, and that’s all that matters. that’s all i need.”

from that moment onwards, you never left max’s side on race weekends. all the side eyes you received from people that didn’t want you there were met by a tug on your hand from max, pulling you closer to him. you were happy again, nothing could ever ruin it.

having a child was something you’d never discussed. of course, you pictured a future with max, you loved him deeply and he loved you just the same. but you both were too focused on your careers, you were in your prime. young, talented, focused, hardworking.

a child wasn’t in your plans, at least, not at that moment. you’d tried to convince yourself that missing your period was just because you were overworking yourself. the tests could be wrong, there was a chance that you had a false positive.

that’s what you told yourself to calm yourself down. you couldn’t freak out, but you couldn’t be pregnant.

it was not hard to guess when you could’ve gotten pregnant, from the moment you finished shooting you and max had not wasted a second in making up for the lost time. you were both insatiable, craving the other’s touch, the delirious rush you got when he touched you.

you heard a knock on the door, you swallowed a lump in your throat as you looked up.

“come in,” you said. there was no point in hiding it.

“hey, everything okay? you’ve been here a while,” max said, entering the bathroom and closing the door with his back, leaning his weight against it.

“yeah, i… um, here,” you extended your arm, handing him the test. it took him a few seconds to take it.

“huh,” he said, walking next to you, he sat down and pressed his shoulder against yours.

“what now?” you asked, leaning your head on your shoulder, looking to the wall in front of you.

“i don’t know,” max said, his hand held yours, you laced your fingers through his, holding tightly. “but i’m with you every step of the way, okay?”

“okay,” you answered.

after a lot of talk between you two, you agreed to keep the baby. maybe you weren’t ready yet, and you had a million reasons to wait until the time was right, but you couldn’t deny that the thought of a little mini max running around the apartment was an endearing one. after the first shock and doctor appointments, you let your mind wander.

you found yourself rubbing your stomach whenever anything happened. whether it was happy, sad, scary, anything, your hand went there instinctively.

at first you’d managed to hide your stomach behind big sweaters, taking advantage of the cold weather. the pregnancy didn’t stop you from going with max to the races, you loved the quiet moments you got before he had to leave for each session, where you would lay on his massage table, and he’d lift your shirt up, exposing your stomach, and pepper it with kisses all over. the baby bump was barely there, barely noticeable, but the fact that you two knew there was a mini you or mini max in there was enough to drive him crazy. he’d talk to your future kid, explain everything he was about to do in the car, ask him or her to not give you much trouble or make you sick.

your first reaction to the news might not have been the best, but everything changed the moment you started planning ahead, when you started looking at baby clothes and started buying furniture and decoration for the baby’s room, there was no going back from there. max was already in love with the little being that would one day become his son or daughter.

the day he won the championship was one that you’d never forget, it was also the day he almost let it slip that you were pregnant. as soon as he jumped out of his car and made his way to you, he wrapped his arms around you and kissed you, his hands involuntarily going over your stomach. you grabbed them in yours, and placed them on your waist again, hoping the action wasn’t noticed by many people.

the pregnancy slip-up became a revelation just a few days later. you were invited to the premiere of the new spider-man movie, and since no one other than the cast knew about your involvement in the project, plus your very known love for marvel movies, no one raised an eyebrow when they noticed your presence there. you received looks, though, when you posed on your side for pictures. the dress you wore accentuated your bump, made it obvious to anyone who looked your way.

the dress, plus max’s protective arm around your back, his hand over your stomach, that was a clear giveaway for anyone who looked your way.

after the movie premiere, came the fia prize giving gala. you’d dodged a bullet in the premiere, you hadn’t been asked to do any press, but now that all eyes were on max, you couldn’t escape the questions.

as always, he was very private about his personal life, but even with his usual serious and pulled back demeanor, he couldn’t stop gushing about you or the baby. you were approached by many people, congratulating both you and max for all your accomplishments, plus for your new role as parents. when it was time for him to step onto the stage to collect his trophy, you struggled to hold back tears.

“thank you to the fia, to the team, they’re the ones who made this possible. thank you to my family, and friends, for always having my back. thank you to my girlfriend, (y/n), this year was a really hard one for the two of us, but the thought that no matter how my day went, i’d go home and find you waiting for me with a smile on your face, that helped me more than you could ever imagine. to my future son or daughter, this is for you.”

the race in italy was one that you were waiting for. you hadn’t been able to join max for any previous races because, now that your role in ‘spiderman: no way home’ was public knowledge, you were now caught up in interviews and talks about possible future projects. you were almost about to pop, so you had to take advantage of all the free moments you had so you could travel with max wherever he went.

you were in your hotel room, really early on a friday morning, doing an interview through zoom.

“this past year was a pretty busy one for you, wasn’t it?” the interviewer asked, you smiled, nodding, “filmed a secret movie, you’re expecting a baby, your partner won a world championship,” she listed, your grin only grew as she continued, “what else can we expect from you this year?”

“well… i don’t know yet. i think i’ll take a little break while i get adjusted to this new role, probably the most challenging role i’ll ever have in my life,” you chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “but after that… who knows? i’m open for anything that life has in store for me,” you smiled.

“do you like my shirt?” you heard from your left. you glanced at max for one second, you’d told him you were doing an interview, he knew that.

“sorry, one second,” you turned off your microphone as you looked at him, “baby, i’m busy,”

“you didn’t answer,” he almost pouted, you could see him push his bottom lip out.

“love it,”

“is everything okay there, (y/n)? we can pause or-”

“no, i’m sorry, it’s just… got a little distracted,” you looked back to your screen, “sorry about that,”

“hello!” max said, running until he was standing next to you, leaning down so his face was next to yours, taking up half the space on the interviewer’s screen.

“um, hi! this is a nice surprise,” she chuckled, you put your arms on the desk and hid your face in them.

“i am dating a child, as you can see,” you laughed.

“here, look at my shirt! it’s her!” max stood up, he was wearing one of the many shirts he’d bought when he found out you got the role. the t-shirt had a drawing of the character in her superhero outfit.

“that’s a lovely shirt! you two are a lovely couple, i’m sure you’ve heard that one before, but it’s true,” you smiled at her words, as max ran to the bed and came back with more shirts.

“i have more. i bought all of these when i found out she was playing spider-gwen. i’ve always loved spider-man, and i didn’t really know this character existed until a few years ago. she’s perfect for the role, isn’t she?” he rambled on, you just shook your head in disbelief as your cheeks started hurting.

“she is, played it perfectly,” the interviewer laughed, “well i’ll let you both go. it was lovely talking to you, good luck on your race, your movies, the baby, well… everything.” she laughed, you both smiled, you felt max's hand on your shoulder.

“thank you so much! have a nice day,” you said goodbye as max waved his hand from behind you. you exited the video conference, closing your laptop and slowly turning your torso around. you didn’t say anything, just stared through narrowed eyes at max’s shit-eating grin.

“you’re not dating me,” he pointed out.

“what?”

“you’re engaged to me, that’s different.” he helped you stand up, then took your engagement ring off from his pinky, sliding it back into your left hand.

"fine then, i am engaged to a child," you poked his stomach with a finger, laughing as he doubled over.

"that would be weird," he said, you laughed, running your fingers through his hair. "is she awake?" he asked, sliding his hand over your stomach.

it was like your daughter knew when her father wanted to talk to her. like she knew it was him just from the weight of his hand over your belly.

"she is now," you looked down at your stomach, feeling as she started moving inside of you, "oof," you tugged lightly on max's hair when she kicked you close to your ribs, "not cool, baby," you tapped your stomach twice.

"let's be nice to mom, okay? i'm the one that has to deal with her when you make her mad," he leaned down and placed a kiss on your bump. you huffed, slapping his head lightly, earning a chuckle from him. "or keep doing it, she looks hot when she's mad,"

"max," you warned.

"it's the truth!"

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athyathye · 2 years

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Feeling the Christmas vibe with the boys

(Shinichiro, Mikey and Baji)

Author's note 📝: Just a little smth smth to hype you guys up! Gonna make an announcement tmrw 👀 involves a Christmas special 👀

Warnings ⚠️: I don't think there are any~

Shinichiro : Chilling by the fireplace

❥ After a stressful day, Shinichiro would appreciate a warm cuddle by the fireplace with hot cocoa in your hands. Nothing would be more relaxing than feeling your weight on top of him while you both watch a cheesy rom-com movie. He might bust a pick-up line or two on how much hotter the flames of his love can warm you up, but please do appreciate his efforts in making you smile. Even if it was too dorky of him. He’d sometimes look away from the movie, glance at you and place a kiss on your cheeks. He’d smile brightly if you turn to look at him, but will also plant a few more pecks on your cheek if you don’t. Shinichiro would make sure none of his siblings or friends would bother him. Hence why he picked on the date where nobody would be present at home, even his old grandfather. You would think that having the whole place in both of your hands meant doing lots of things but no. He kept you caged but snug in between his hands while showering you with affection that he always wanted to do. After the movie though, he’d make you sit up on his lap. Ask you everything from your day to planning on what you both were going to buy or do for the actual Christmas day. He’d made so many plans that starting from the week before Christmas, you had hardly any free time for yourself. Who knew sneaky Shinichiro could be so cunning at times.

All in all, lazy date with Shinichiro 9/10 because he kept making corny cheesy lines that made your jaw quiver.

Mikey : Decorating a Christmas tree

❥ He wasn’t even tasked to do that. Mikey just dragged you to his place after picking you up from your own home. Busted out the Christmas tree they used along with the ornaments and told you to decorate it with him. If any of his other family members saw him they would have thought they were hallucinating. Then again, Mikey was always unpredictable. But the one thing that was predictable were his dislikes for chores. No doubt about that, so Mikey had the ‘brightest’ idea on bringing you along so it wouldn’t feel like a chore. (That was just an excuse for you to spend time with him-) Anyways, setting up the tree was easy. But decorating...well. “No! It’s supposed to go on the top!” “The star is what’s on the top, stupid Manjiro!”. Safe to say you both had different ways of decorating. No matter, after a few more minutes of both of you arguing about which looks better. It would end up in both of you giving up and fooling around. There would be christmas balls stuck on his hair, and you would have the christmas lights wrapped around your body while they made those weird but catchy christmas sounds. Expect a Shinichiro popping out once you both completely trashed the place and takings lots of pictures of the two of you just cause he thought you guys looked incredibly funny (Cute)

Anyways, decorating a christmas tree with Mikey? 8/10 because he rubbed his face against yours when it became covered with the glitters from the christmas balls you put on him which were a pain to wash out.

Baji : Writing letters to Santa

❥ He swears he doesn’t believe in Santa, but what exactly did you catch him doing on the last day of school? Writing letters to him. Baji was glad you didn’t tease him, in fact you found it cute but would rather spare him from the embarrassment. You could imagine his surprise and glee when you told him you wanted to write one with him too. Though don’t question if the paper he gave you was one of the subjects in his final exams that failed, miserably. After he gave you the paper, you immediately went into writing that caused him to focus on his as well. After a few seconds, he peaked on yours. What caught his attention was that his name was written there. He tried to take a closer look but because he was sitting on his desk and you on the floor it caused him to topple down. Clumsy Baji didn’t actually feel pain, but faked it so you would fret over him and he could sneak a look at your paper. Fortunately, you saw that coming and hid your paper before checking if he was truly hurt. Appalled, Baji demanded you to give him the paper, rather softly of course. When you jokingly told him no, best believe he did whatever he could to squeeze the content or learn where you hid the letter. He was not giving up without a fight, and when he finally sees what you wrote down...he blushes so badly. He did not expect to be met with a line that said “In exchange for the next 10 years worth of Christmas gifts, Marrying Baji would suffice :)” Wowzers talk about cheesy. He would definitely bury his head on your shoulders even if you try and push him away he won’t budge. Why? Cause he’s so damn happy-

10/10 for this one! Who doesn’t love a good puppy love story!?

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wandaromanova · 3 years

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for blurb night, maybe one where r hasn’t kissed anyone before nat(also pls include their first kiss in it ahhh) and she’s insecure about that but then nat reassures her and says, ��i’ve never kissed anyone i loved, until you’ or smth like that

Warnings: like one cuss word

A/N: i decided to just do a first kiss scenario! hope that’s okay with you, anon <3

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You were currently sat on the rooftop of the Compound, sitting beside Natasha on the ledge. Your legs dangled off the side of the building as the two of you stared down at the busy city, your fingers intertwined.

You’d been dating Natasha for a few months now and things have been great. She treated you like royalty compared to the assholes you’d dated in the past.

She was extremely caring and attentive. She didn’t just talk about herself, but she asked about you. Natasha wasn’t out to get anything out of you, she simply wanted your attention and that was something you’d give to her any day.

Despite being with the redhead for some time now, there was a line you two haven’t crossed yet. You’re probably thinking sex and yeah, you guys definitely hadn’t done that either, but what you had in mind was a more innocent gesture; kissing.

You’d dated people before Natasha, but those relationships (if you could even call them that), had never lasted long enough to get to that next step.

You turned your head to the side and admired your girlfriend. The sun was setting and the golden glow lit her face up and accentuated her green eyes, little specs of hazel present in her irises.

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She looked ethereal.

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Natasha sensed your staring and tilted her head, eyes locking onto yours. There was a small smile on your face and you felt your heart flutter as your eyes fell to her lips.

“See something you like?” Natasha’s voice never failed to give you butterflies. The rasp behind her deep tone made you feel something you’ve never felt for someone else before; desire.

“Yeah, actually.” Your eyes remained on her plump lips, instinctively licking your own. Natasha’s eyebrows raised at your blatant staring.

“Then take it.” The redhead spoke challengingly and you felt a wave of shyness overcome you. You looked up to her eyes once more nervously.

“I would, but I don’t know how to.” Natasha’s flirtatious look turned to one of curiosity. You felt her thumb brush the back of your hand soothingly.

“Then let me show you.” Natasha slowly leaned forward. She wanted to give you enough time to back away if you changed your mind, but you didn’t.

Instead, you moved toward her and met her lips in the middle. You let out a gasp as her soft lips collided with yours. The gentleness of the movement made you feel lightheaded.

You could feel how much care the redhead held for you in the kiss. It took you a minute to match Natasha’s pace, but when you did, you felt like you were on Cloud Nine.

You always thought that the descriptions of sparks and all of that jazz in books and movies were fictional, but now? You realized that those works of art never did this scenario justice.

Sparks? More like fucking lightning during a thunderstorm. Your entire body felt like it was on fire and yearned for more.

Natasha was the first to break the kiss, much to your dismay. You kept your eyes closed, a blissed-out look plastered across your face.

The sound of the redhead’s laughter brought you back down to earth. You were met with bright green eyes shining at you happily. You couldn’t help the fit of giggles that erupted from your stomach.

You felt like a schoolgirl that just had her first kiss during recess with her crush. And in a way, that’s exactly what you were.

“If it makes you feel any better, that was a first for me too.” Natasha spoke as her other hand reached up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“You’ve never kissed anyone before too?” The Russian’s hand planted itself on your cheek and you leaned into the touch.

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“No, I have. But I’ve never kissed anyone that meant so much to me before.”

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Your heart rate increased rapidly at her words. You felt as though words couldn’t describe how grateful you were to have her.

So, you took advantage of your new alternative; you kissed her again.

You felt as if you were at an amusement park and were terrified to ride any of the attractions. Until you’d gotten onto a rollercoaster and ended up absolutely loving the adrenaline rush.

You’d overcome your fear and realized how irrational your worries had been. Terror was replaced with excitement and now you wanted to experience the entirety of the park.

In other words, you wanted everything and anything that had to do with Natasha Romanoff.

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taechaos · 3 years

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Little Secret

pairing: step-dad!Jungkook x fem!Reader

synopsis: From a fun celebration to not getting to the bathroom on time, you pee yourself in the middle of the living room and your step-dad has to take care of you.

warnings: smut, pseudo-incest, urine, fingering in tub, dubcon

word count: 2.4k

a/n: this is the disgusting fic i was talking about 🥰 not proofread, just smth i wrote in one day for fun. enjoy as long as u dont hate piss lol 😔👍

It's a night of celebration—the end of high school. It's the best celebration yet because you, after surviving hell of twelve years, are at the legal age to drink in a bar with your friends; the best night you can recall in your drunken state. Dancing, singing karaoke, giggling: pure joy.

So why are you crying while stumbling around in the living room? You sob and hiccup with a hand over your face and the other holding the couch for support. It has never been so difficult to stand straight, and you're thankful your mother's sleep is so heavy that she wouldn't wake up from your wails.

But your step-dad's sleep is as light as a cat's, and you don't hear his heavy footsteps or grumbles as he climbs down the stairs. He rubs the sleep away from his eyes and they widen the moment they lay on you. He's about to call your name until his eyes trail down to the dark patch on your jeans. He doesn't need to ask why you're crying so loudly; it's easy to tell you're under the influence, and well, it apparently makes you very emotional since you're so upset about peeing your pants.

But you're not exactly doing anything about it.

"Oh, it's okay," Jungkook coos and walks over to you to bring you into a light hug.

You snuggle your face into his loose white shirt and sniffle. "I didn't– I didn't mean to," you snivel. "I-I couldn't get to the," you inhale shakily, "b-bathroom on time."

"That's okay," he runs his fingers through your hair soothingly, equally disheveled as his. "Don't cry, sweetheart. It happens; it's not a big deal. We'll get you cleaned up."

"I-I ruined it!"

"The washing machine—"

"No," you whimper pathetically, "it's ruined. My denim—" your head rolls back along with your eyes to the back of your skull. You go limp for a few seconds, and Jungkook holds you tightly. Just as he's about to ask you if you're alright, you continue, "the denim is forever ruined!"

Stepping away from his clutches, you rub your palms against the knees of your jeans and then the damp crotch area. The crotch and knees feel different; it makes your face scrunch up in sorrow. "Never the same," you exhale in a trembling voice.

Jungkook watches you in surprise and amusement. You tend to be closed off around him, well in the past year that he's been married to your mother at least. It makes him feel guilty to like you better drunk—extroverted.

"We'll get you new jeans then," he tries to comfort, but you only shake your head.

"Feel it."

He sighs with a breathy chuckle and feels your jeans as you asked. He touches your pockets and then your crotch, practically cupping your heat. It's still warm with your urine and you pout at the look he gives you. You misinterpret it as disappointment, but it's a look of suppressing laughter. "Like I said, it's not a big deal. I'll wash it, okay? Your mother won't know."

You scoff and wipe your tears away. "Thank you. I-I'm very sorry, so sorry."

"Don't be. Let's go to your room," he slings his arm around your shoulder and walks you upstairs. You hold onto his waist and keep your gaze downcast.

Your hiccups don't cease when you face the door of your bedroom. He twists the doorknob and lets you enter first. With puckered lips and tear stains on your face, you wait for him to come after you. He does, and then turns away from you. "Hand your jeans over to me, okay? I won't look."

He hears you shuffling behind him, and you don't take long to place the tainted pants in his waiting open palm. Your feet don't stay planted on the floor and you eventually land on your bed. The bathroom is right behind you, but you can't muster the energy to sit up nor open your eyes. "My underwear," you mumble with the side of your face squished against the sheets.

At your indirect request, he cranes his neck and takes a peek at you. You're lying on your stomach and his eyes unintentionally travel to your ass. For being your step-dad, he thinks it to be okay for him to drink in this erotic sight. It isn't as if he's about to take advantage of a drunk girl, no less his step-daughter.

"You can't take them off?"

"Mm-mm," you shake your head.

He blows out a deep breath and stands before your feet. The sight of your wet panties isn't meant to be attractive, but it does get his stomach in knots. He grabs the edges of your underwear and asks you to lift your hips, which you do sluggishly. They're off within seconds and he picks up your jeans from the floor before aiming to exit. He has to get out and cleanse his mind of all his filthy thoughts from seeing your bare pussy two inches from his mouth. "Don't fall asleep before taking a shower first," he reminds with flushed cheeks and pushes the door open.

"Help me," you whine childishly before he can leave.

He sighs your name as if exhausted—reluctant.

"Please!"

As if it's not bad enough that he got a small glimpse of your pussy, now you're asking him to give you a shower while completely naked. He's trying to be respectful by keeping his focal point at bay, but your ass is still hanging out while you're on the verge of a tantrum.

"Oh God," he mutters to himself and pinches the bridge of his nose. He gives in.

After throwing your dirty clothes in the washing machine downstairs, he returns quickly so he doesn't catch you fast asleep. Thankfully you're still awake, but not so alert.

He warns you to keep your eyes open while he fills the tub in your bathroom. There's a water bottle on your bedside table, which he tells you to drink lots from until he's back. He throws in a pink bath bomb sitting on the edge of your tub so you can hopefully relax. Never has he seen someone be in such a childlike headspace after drinking.

But childlike doesn't fit the current scenario when he's lying under your naked body in his boxers in the bathtub because you seem to be a lot clingier when drunk. You don't move a lot, which is a plus, but your butt is pressed against his crotch, which doesn't make the situation any better.

"I'm sorry," you slur sleepily, "I really didn't mean to." He can pick up the strong scent of vodka lingering around you better in this position.

He tightens his arms around your shoulders with his hands clasped above your chest as he whispers, "Don't apologize, sweetheart. You won't remember this when you wake up, and I'll keep it a secret. Don't you worry about a thing."

"Why are you crying?" he asks softly when you start to sob again. It's a dry cry, and he's certain you don't know what you're doing yourself at this point.

"I can't do anything," you complain, "I'm so tired and-and I can't move."

He stays silent so you can comfortably babble on and on about nothing until you say, "Wash me. Please."

Jungkook lightly pecks your neck and eyes your tits before dipping his hands in the warm, pinkish water and scrubbing your shoulders. You sigh at his gentle touch, prompting him to switch to your knees. "My knees are not dirty," you grumble incoherently.

"Hm? You're not dirty?"

"I'm not dirty there."

"And you're dirty where?" He's teasing you, knowing exactly where you want to be cleaned, but that'd further agonize him with how little freedom his erection has under the tight restraints of his briefs. It wouldn't be appropriate of him to use you to get rid of it, but is it against the law to simply bathe you?

"Down," you vaguely murmur.

He can't see anything of your lower region from the courtesy of the blanket of colorful hue that the bath bomb transitioned to, which both annoys and relieves Jungkook. But his hand only listens to you as it trails down to your pelvis. "Here?"

You nod against his shoulder, and that's all the confirmation he needs to palm your vulva. You gasp and slightly jump before adjusting to the feeling of his hand. The adjustment proves to be futile when a small moan slips past your lips at his fingers grazing your labia.

“You want me to stop?”

“No, no,” you breathe with a shake of your head. “I want to be clean, otherwise no sleep.”

“That’s right,” he chuckles and starts running his fingers down your folds. Stopping at your clit, he starts to circle the hood to thoroughly give you the cleaning you desire so much. It isn’t with any ill intentions that he gently cups your pussy and moves it up and down while you squeak out moans without shame. After a few rubs and touches, he's confident there is no more remaints of your drunk mistake. “You’re clean now, love. Want to go to bed?”

“I’m not,” you whine loudly and hold his wrist to keep his hand in place. “I’m not clean,” you cry out and he knows you’re going to start sobbing again, which you do—except your volume might risk waking your mother.

He tries to hush you, but you don’t stop with the crocodile tears. “Baby, baby, look at me,” he pulls your face by your chin, but you escape his grip easily and continue with your tantrum. “I won’t clean you if you don’t look at me.”

With your newfound defiant attitude, it's with a few huffs and puffs that you finally face him and he silences your sniveling with a press of his lips. It's not a kiss in his defence; neither of you are moving your mouths, which he appreciates now that you've gone quiet.

Now that the risk of your mother waking is taken care of, his hand is on your hidden heat again. At this point, it's easy to tell you're not worried about being clean anymore. You aren't sleepy, though you keep your eyes closed from being in this intimate proximity with Jungkook, you're in need of a climax. It's a shame that he's in a similar state as you, but if you're drunk to the point of asking your step-dad to touch you, it wouldn't be clever of him to ask you to return the favor.

Despite his clear lack of vision, Jungkook is a human anatomy professor and he finds your clit and squeezes it between two fingers easily, not to mention he's already experienced in the sex field. Your lips part into a whine and he opens his mouth to swallow your sounds as he slowly rubs your clit.

You lean into the—now labelled as—kiss needily, and he lowers his hand to poke at your entrance with his middle finger. He stupidly peeks an eye open to see if he's located it correctly, but your subtle thrust is approval enough. He cautiously shoves it inside your tightness and uses his palm to continue pleasuring your sensitive nub, grabbing your tit with his other hand to play with your nipple.

"Oh God, hmmm," you moan against his lips and sloppily make out with him, smearing your slick saliva all over. He hums into you, unbothered by your raw affection as he thrusts his finger inside and pinches your nipple to get you to cum faster. He can't have you sobering up any time soon.

"Are you close, love?"

You murmur something in response, but it's not intelligible enough for him to understand, so he assumes you're at least getting somewhere. He quickens the pace of his thrusts, his palm against your clitoris; massages your boob more roughly and moves his mouth down to kiss your neck. As he's giving you a small love bite, your breathing turns into mere gasps with little broken moans. If he could, he would add a second finger to your pussy, but your clenching hole doesn't feel so ready when he curls his knuckle.

You clutch onto his hair, chanting, "I'm gonna pee again, I'm gonna pee again…"

"Try to hold it in, baby," he cuts in hoarsely without ceasing his movements. He does slow down when your legs start to shake and tremble, splashing the water as you do as he leaves calming pecks on your neck, collarbone, and a few on your lips. Not as a warning to lower your voice—your last moans are ones to savour—but to ride out your high. He has no idea if you did squirt in the tub, but he isn't going to take another shower to wash it down. He wants to feel it on his skin.

He can feel your pounding heartbeat under his hand as your body spasms and grinds on his erection. A moment of silence passes with your shaky inhales and exhales while he pets your hair.

When he feels you calm down, he asks, "Do you feel clean now?"

"Bed."

"Alright," he whispers and kisses your cheek. Your eyes are closed and he predicts you'll be fainting soon, so he pulls the plug with ease and waits for the water to drain before pulling you up by your pits. It's a bit of a struggle because of your slippery wet skin, as well as the water weight on you, but manages to get you out and immediately throws you on the bed. He grabs a towel hanging on the bathroom door and dries you before himself.

Jungkook considers himself an honorable man most of the time, but he can't refrain from jerking off to your naked body while you doze off. Like he said, you won't remember a thing, so it'll be his little secret as he releases on your tits with a groan. He wipes off the evidence of his unorthodox actions, pecks you and your pretty little pussy before dressing you in your pajamas.

He puts on his clothes and tucks you in before leaving your room with a quiet, "Good night, sweetheart."

All there's left to do is persuade you into doing this again while sober, because he didn't marry your wretched bitch of a mother after two months of meeting if not to have you all for himself. He doesn't mind letting you in on that one secret with time.

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bunny-xoxo · 3 years

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Sweet Girl

Modern!Mikasa x fem!reader

18+ MINORS DNI

warning(s): dom!mikasa, oral(f) receiving, face sitting, fingering (reader receiving), some light titty slappin, if you think I need to add anything else please let me know!

a/n: Mikasa just loves her sweet little girlfriend <3 i got a mikasa x reader request about a flustered reader so i jus took it and kinda ran w it, I hope this is ok 😭 I hope it’s still smth you were looking for ! I’d love to hear anybody’s thoughts :) <3

“It’s ok pretty girl, you know I’ll take care of you.”

Mikasa’s soft voice sent a shiver down your spine, her warm breath tickling your neck and making your hairs stand on end.

She loved getting you like this, all flustered and desperate for her touch, so much so that your usual shyness was slowly being chipped away at little by little.

You were never known for having a bold demeanor, especially when it came to more intimate moments with Mikasa.

You’d always hide your face in the crook of her neck or cover it with your hands when she’d do or say sweet things to you.

Like when she’d make remarks about how no picture would ever be able to capture the beauty you emit while her delicate fingertips traced even softer lines across the natural path of your face. Or when she’d embrace you from behind with her nose buried in your hair, whispering about how good you smell into the back of your neck, chuckling quietly when you’d whine and turn around to bury your warm cheeks into her chest. It was one of her favorite things to do - make you feel all small and shy, it let her know how much her words really touched you. And that translated into all aspects of the relationship.

Nothing made her cunt clench more than seeing you whine and let your resolve fade away beneath her. Getting you so worked up that you lost all shame of telling her what you need, it drove her crazy, which is exactly why you are where you are now.

She was straddling your hips and holding your arms above your head, making it so there was nowhere you could hide your face or bare body from her. Her black bangs hung and framed her hazy eyes that were burning into you, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

Her hardened nipples shown through the cotton white of her tank top as her tits bounced slightly from the way she started to grind herself down onto you. You looked down to see she was bottomless now, her soaking cunt only a couple feet away from your salivating mouth.

“If you want me, then tell me.”

Her sultry voice brought your attention back to her face.

You stared up at her with your mouth opening and closing as if you forgot how to form a proper sentence, hoping at this point she’d save you the embarrassment and relieve you of some of the built up tension, but of course the Mikasa you knew wouldn’t be doing that.

She let your left wrist go and brought her fingers to your lips. She gingerly traced them and licked her own lips before she abruptly shoved them into your open mouth to pull it down and open you even wider.

“Oh? Is my little girl all bored of me now?” Her tone was sickeningly monotone even though you could feel the thick waves of desire from her pussy pooling on your lower stomach.

You shook your head as quickly as you could and pathetically attempted to let out a “no I’m not I promise”, the words coming out jumbled around her fingers while drool was starting to drip down your chin.

She pulled her fingers out slowly and dragged them down your neck where she wrapped her hand around your throat, the cool air hitting your skin where your spit was sitting.

“Then tell me how bad you need me. Shouldn’t be hard for you right? I can practically taste how wet your pretty pussy is for me already.” Her lips grazed over yours as she rasped out the last sentence, making you mewl and squirm below her.

She sat up enough to promptly smack your exposed tit before grabbing onto it, squeezing it enough to get your attention.

“You’re only getting one more chance to answer me and be my good girl for the night.” Her voice got darker and you knew she meant it, Mikasa never doubled backed on what she said to you.

You sniffled and looked up at her, obediently nodding your head.

“Good girl”, she cupped your cheek with a soft smile.

You felt the butterflies in your stomach flutter at the gesture while the rest of your bare body grew unbearably hot at the thought of telling her what you wanted.

“I- I want you.” You chewed on the inside of your cheek and avoided eye contact, hoping and praying this would be enough to satisfy her.

She sighed and shuffled on you slightly, dragging her cold hands down your chest and over your nipples until they sat firmly on your sternum.

“That’s it? You just want me?” She looked at you expectantly with raised eyebrows.

Taking the chance to get away with it you nodded your head quickly with big eyes pleading for her to drop it.

“Anything my baby wants.”

She eyed you up and down like she wanted to devour you all while your eyes sparkled in her direction, just begging for a chance to touch her.

She sat up more and shimmied up your body until her dripping core was hovering above your face with her knees spread wide on either side of your head. Your arms shot up to wrap around her thighs and squeeze at the soft flesh there with anticipation.

She reached forward to grab onto the headboard in front of her and slowly inched herself down until she was close enough for you to please her.

As soon as she nodded her head to let you know she was ready for you, you wasted no time in lapping her up like he was your last meal.

She let out a shaky, content sigh while she left herself exposed so you could get to work.

You hummed in pleasure when you felt how messy she was getting you with her slick coating your chin, her thighs clenching when you moved to shove your tongue inside her aching hole. Needing more of a reaction from her you adjusted yourself once more to suck sadistically at her clit, moaning against it when one of her hands shot down to your head to hold you in place. You could tell she was doing her best to stay still on your face from the way she was biting hard on her bottom lip with her eyes closed.

“F-fuck, baby. Please, god, just like that.” Her voice sounded desperate.

Good.

You pulled your mouth away enough to speak,

“Please ride my face, please.” You were slightly muffled beneath her, but with the way she could hear your voice crack with desperation she wouldn’t deny you a thing.

She let out breathy moans as she started to move her to hips to grind her pussy on your face, your hands squeezing her ass harshly while you let out strangled groans beneath her.

“God, yes, fuck. You’re being so good, baby.” You could tell she was getting close with the way her voice sounded so strained.

“Please, cum on my face.” You were too smothered to get it out fully but she didn’t need to hear your words to know what you were asking.

“You want me to cum on that pretty face of yours? Huh sweetie?” She was panting now as you nodded your head to the best your abilities, moaning erotically beneath her.

You moved your hands from her ass and squeezed her hips as you brought her just above your mouth, making her unable to move while you sucked harshly one last time on her clit.

She squealed and clenched her thighs tightly around your head, her hips were spasming in your grasp as she finally came. You groaned and lapped up what you could until she shot up from the sensitivity.

Your eyes were big and full of adoration as you watched her use her shaky legs to rest beside you.

You sat up and crawled over to where she had her back against the headboard, the tank top sticking to her sweaty chest that was heaving up and down. Leaving sweet kisses on the side of her face you swung your left leg over her body to straddle her thighs. You leaned forward now so your forehead could rest against hers as she caught her breath with her hands rubbing up and down your back.

There was a moment of peace while the two of you just soaked in the others warmth from the close proximity, your chests touching at moments when your breathing aligned.

She brought her hand up to the back of your neck to pull you into a sweet kiss, humming against your lips when she got a taste of herself.

The hand that wasn’t holding you by the neck drifted down to your side until she was shoving it down between your thighs, just barely dragging her fingers along your outer lips, chuckling when she felt your breathing quicken.

“I think it’s my turn to make you feel good now, don’t you think sweetie?” You could tell she would be smirking with the pathetic way you quickly nodded your head and squeezed at her toned upper arms.

Her eyes watched the way your face scrunched up as she slowly shoved her middle finger inside you, only to pull it out and shove it back in with her ring finger accompanying it this time.

You tried to move to rest your head on her shoulder but she wouldn’t let you, her other hand now squeezing your cheeks to hold you in place, she loved watching you as she pleased you.

It was almost humiliating at how quick you were getting close to being finished, but you couldn’t help it with the way she was curling her fingers to push on that spongey spot.

“C’mon pretty, I wanna see you cum. Don’t you wanna be a good girl and make me happy?” Her voice was sweet as she worked to coax your orgasm out of you. And boy did it work.

You were a panting mewling mess as your weight nearly gave out onto her when your orgasm washed over you, her fingers only pulling out when you tugged lightly on the damp material of her top.

She brought her fingers up to suck on them as you caved and relaxed onto her, finally being able to nuzzle your face into the warmth of her neck.

She scooted down until you two were laying comfortably, sleep already starting to consume the both of you.

“Mm, love you baby.” She mumbled onto the top of your head.

Her arms were wrapped around you to keep you where you were, she loved falling asleep like this with you. There was something about your body weight on top of her with your warmth that made her so content and sleepy, no matter how often you’d protest she never failed to yank you on top of her and hold you there til you caved.

Sometimes she’d tickle your sides until you were catching your breath and laughing as you gave in. Other times she’d rub at the sore muscles in your back and kiss at your temples until you were too relaxed to say no. Or she’d draw designs softly with her fingertips on your arms while a movie played in the background, distracting you until you either forgot or were too comfortable to move. But wearing you out until you were too fatigued to protest worked for her too.

She adjusted the pillow beneath her head as she found a more comfortable position to sleep, and you grumbled something incoherent under your breath. She was worried she awoke you at first, but then she knew it meant her sweet, sleepy little girlfriend loved her, too.

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cafedanslanuit · 3 years

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oh no.. not me dropping into your dms to suggest smth to do with porco and having a quickie in the office and not trying to make a mess on the paperwork and either porco or y/n having to talk to an employee at the same time over the phone with complete composure

oh no... not me finding that incredibly hot and writing it now

tw: semi-public, dirty talking, phone sex (kinda?), exhibitionism, eating out, office sex, rough sex, quickies, cum play

Later that night you would remind Porco you were only meant to drop his lunch since he had been working so hard lately. Your husband would nod mockingly, containing a laugh. “Sure, babe. And... where were your panties, huh?”

You watched in awe how Porco’s stern face melted into a smile when you knocked on his door and peeked inside his office. You told him his secretary had let you inside since you wanted to deliver his lunch. You walked over to his desk and sat on it, swinging your legs happily.

Porco thanked you, pulling you down and covering your entire face in small pecks, making you giggle. He couldn’t help how his hands started travelling down your back, giving your ass a playful squeeze. He pulled away from your lips for a minute an arched an eyebrow, as his fingers ran across your hips.

“You’re not... you’re not wearing?” he asked in a whisper. You chuckled as you watched heat easily rise to his cheeks. Before you could tease him about it, he pushed his laptop and other documents aside and pulled you by your legs until you were sitting on his desk in front of him.

Porco’s hands ran under your summer dress, breath hitching when he realized you weren’t wearing your panties.

“Fuck, you’re going to kill me,” he hissed.

He loosened his tie and hiked your dress up, ignoring your comments about the huge window to the city right behind him. It was okay, he thought. It was the 40th floor after all.

Porco parted your legs and buried his face on your pussy, tongue sliding up your folds, humming as he felt such familiar heat against his face. He circled his tongue around your clit, loving how fast you got wet under his ministrations. You cursed under your breath when he started gently sucking on your clit, hands immediately going to his head and fingers tangling on his golden locks.

Letting your clit rest a moment, he moved his lips to your entrance, teasing your little hole until you were gushing on his tongue, showing him how turned on you truly were. With his thumb, he started rubbing soft, gentle circles on your clit as he fucked you slowly with his tongue, Your thighs closed against his face as he listened to you pant at how good he was making you feel.

“Pock, please- keep- fuck-”

Even if the idea of eating you until you came on his mouth was more than enticing, Porco decided he still wanted a bit more from you. You were so pretty in your dress, bringing him lunch and letting him eat you at his pleasure- he just couldn’t resist.

He pulled away, his face coated with your slickness and his pupils blown out. He quickly trapped you into a heated kiss, letting you feel your own taste in his tongue, his hands squeezing your breasts in hunger and then travelling down your ass again, pulling you closer to him.

Porco didn’t break the kiss as he undid his pants and took his cock out, already hard and leaking just from eating you out. He pumped himself a couple of times before pressing his tip against your entrance, making you whimper softly, your hands holding his face.

“The door- the door is unlocked,” you reminded him.

“Then you just have to be quiet,” he smirked, making you smile a little.

He started pushing inside of you, your head buried in his neck to camouflage the tiny moans you just couldn’t contain. Porco always felt big inside you, the way he stretched you every time always made you see stars. He started moving his hips against yours quickly, making sure every one of his thrusts was deep and had you shaking for him.

“C’mon, I want to see you,” he whispered, grabbing the back of your neck and pushing you away from him. He fucked you looking straight at your parted lips and eyes full of lust looking back at him. His rhythm was divine and you knew it wouldn’t be long until you were coming around him.

“Mr. Galliard, Mr. Braun is on Line Four.”

Porco looked down at this phone and grunted, thrusting against you particularly hard. He pressed a button to reply.

“Sure, put him on,” he said, his voice professional and calm as if he wasn’t balls deep inside of his wife inside his office.

A beep. And then a voice.

“Porco, I was just going over the files you sent me. Is this a good time?” Reiner’s voice said.

“A fucking fantastic time,” Porco said between his teeth, his moves now rough and hard, You held onto his shoulders tightly, your nails digging on his suit.

“Uh- sure. Okay, so the thing is...”

A particular harsh thrust sent your head back, your hand immediately going to cover your mouth, trying to be as silent as possible. Porco bit his bottom lip and got close to your ear.

“What was that, huh?” he whispered. “Don’t want him to know I’m fucking you raw? How you came to this office without your fucking panties, huh?”

His words sent a bolt of pleasure right to your pussy, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist. Eager, Porco grabbed the back of your thighs and started ramming into you, your arousal creating lewd sounds that filled the office and you prayed no one outside or Reiner could hear.

“My wife is so fucking pretty and- fuck- so fucking tight,” Porco purred against your skin as Reiner kept talking about some documents.

“So, what do you think?” Reiner asked.

“Honestly? The proposal your team made it’s kind of shitty, not gonna lie,” Porco said, and you still couldn’t believe how collected he sounded. He took his fingers to your mouth and you sucked on them, coating them nice and wet. “That’s why I changed some- well, most of the things your team did. Might want to teach them a bit about Project Management, you’re really setting them to get totally fucked the minute you stop helping them,” he chuckled, using the same fingers to tease your clit in quick motions.

“Do you really have to be so crude, Porco?” Reiner sighed.

“Always,” Porco sneered, thrusting hard against you.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” you begged in broken whispers, his cock and fingers quickly sending you over the edge. Porco looked at you, completely enamoured as you came around him, and even you couldn’t refrain from letting out the sweetest moan, your whole body tensing due to the force of your orgasm.

That image only made Porco reach his high as well, coming inside of you hard, heaving as he released his load and coated your walls.

“... Are you sure this is a good time to talk, Porco?” Reiner insisted.

“Told ya. Best time ever,” Porco assured him, before pressing a kiss on your lips. He pulled away from you and lifted your dress again, watching the mix of both your releases drip down your pussy. He pushed them back inside you with his fingers and helped you get off the desk. “But I do have a meeting right now, so I’ll call you back.”

“Porco-”

Your husband ended the call and started laughing like a small kid you had just gotten away with it while he pulled up his pants. He wrapped his strong arms around your body and kissed your cheek tenderly, mumbling a love promise so sweetly no one would believe you had his cum dripping down your thighs.

But that was Porco for you.

#snk smut #aot smut #porco x reader #porco galliard x reader #porco galliard #porco smut #porco galliard smut #allie after hours #themultifandomnerd #allie answers

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cocobeanncteez · 3 years

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ATEEZ Jongho Imagine: When he's still in contact with his ex-mistress. (Mafia au)

Anonymous said: hii idk if u take reqs but i really enjoy ur storyies n wanted to req smth angsty......mafia jongho who still is in touch w his exmistress n his wife does not like it.... ending can be anyth thx

A/N: Thank you for requesting! My requests are actually closed right now, but I loved this idea so I decided to write it! I hope you like it!

Genre: Angst, mafia au.

Pairing: Mafia!Jongho / Husband!Jongho x reader (fem)

Warnings: profanities, mentions of abuse, alcohol, cheating, and guns.

Tears streamed down your face while your back was pressed against the wall, watching your husband, Jongho, get changed to go who knows where.

The two of you had gotten into the worst argument you've ever had. Jongho's toxic ex-mistress was trying to fuck up your relationship yet again, but your husband just couldn't see that. She was his mistress for five years and older than him by seven years; she was the reason why Jongho got into the mafia world. He did love her a lot, but she used him only for her pleasure and abused him on countless occasions. One day, she decided to leave him and he was completely shattered. You entered his life a few months later, and it took you nearly a year to pick up every piece and put him back together. When she suddenly came back into his life, Jongho didn't tell you about it. They chose to speak once in a while... until she found out about you and decided to cause a lot of drama. You were beyond uncomfortable with that fact that your husband kept in touch with her; even after you expressed how you felt about it, your words went into his ears and left just as fast. You wondered how much longer you could tolerate this, cause honestly, you were so close to your limit.

The sound of a gun cocking brought you out of your thoughts. You glanced at Jongho who was thoroughly checking his handgun before he placed it inside his leather jacket.

"Where are you going?" you asked in concern, hoping it wasn't a mission, although he could handle it if it was one. The worst part about being in the mafia was never knowing whether your loved ones would come back alive once they walk out the door.

"That's none of your business," he replied, making your heart ache.

"I'm your wife, Jongho, it is my business," you said in a soft tone. "Are you going on a mission or—" He left before you could finish talking, slamming the door harshly behind him.

You slid down against the wall, putting your head in your hands while you started crying again. Why couldn't he see how much he was hurting you?

"Y/N! Y/N, wake up!" you felt someone shaking your body. You accidentally fell asleep on the floor while crying last night.

"How the fuck is she sleeping in that position? Her neck is gonna hurt badly."

You slowly opened your eyes, immediately meeting San's dark brown ones. Mingi was next to him, looking at you like as if you were an alien.

"No offense, but you look like shit," Mingi commented, making you snort.

You got up from the floor, groaning in pain due to the pain you felt all over your body, especially in your neck.

"Told you she's gonna be in pain," San murmured to Mingi.

The two of them left you to shower while they made some breakfast. You checked your reflection in the mirror, not surprised to see the puffy bags under your swollen eyes.

You were sure Jongho didn't come back last night, and you really wanted to know where he was.

After taking a shower and having breakfast with San and Mingi, you decided to ask them about Jongho's whereabouts.

"Guys, do you know where Jongho is?"

"Nope," Mingi said. On the other hand, San noticeably tensed up.

"You were with him, weren't you?" you questioned San.

"Not really, but we were at the same club," he said, avoiding eye contact. San has been your bestfriend ever since you were kids, so you could easily tell that there was something else he wasn't telling you about.

"Sannie, I know you're hiding something from me," you crossed your arms over your chest. "You're my bestfriend, not Jongho's, so you better tell me now."

He took a deep breath. "You're not going to be happy about it."

Your eyes widened, immediately realizing what he meant. "He was with that stupid bitch?!"

You lit a scented candle and stripped your clothes off before sitting in the whirlpool tub in your bathroom. You felt like shit the entire day and you really just needed to relax.

After a few minutes, you heard your bathroom door open and Jongho walked in, eyes immediately settling on you. You were surprised he came home so fast after being with his ex-mistress.

"I'm sorry," your husband said, sitting at the edge of the tub. You ignored him, closing your eyes, trying to focus on the warm water instead. "So you're just going to ignore me now?" You didn't say anything while you got out of the tub, wrapping your wet body with a towel.

"Y/N, talk to me," Jongho mumbled, following you to the closet. You wore your panties and a white tank top before moisturizing your legs. "Fuck, Y/N. Talk to me!" Jongho's voice raised a little. "Say something for fucks sake!"

You turned to look at him. "Why don't you go talk to your ex-mistress instead?"

"She means nothing to me!"

You took a deep breath. "Did you sleep with her?" you questioned your husband, staring right into his eyes.

Jongho's jaw dropped a little in shock. "I would never ever be unfaithful to you. How could you even think that I—"

"You were drunk and you spent the night at your ex-mistress' place, Jongho!" you yelled, cutting him off. "You spent the night at that fucking bitch's place after all the shit she did to you! What do you expect me to think?!"

"I wouldn't have been there if I wasn't drunk," he stated, taking your hands in his. "But believe me, nothing happened between us last night. I passed out on her couch."

You chucked bitterly. "You expect me to believe that? You really think I'd believe that after what happened a few months ago?" you asked, referring to the time when he kissed her while being extremely drunk.

"I told you I would never look at another woman as long as I wear this," he held his hand up, pointing to his wedding ring.

"Wow, that makes this situation a whole lot better!" you said sarcastically. Jongho's lips pulled into a thin line. He really didn't know what to do; all he knew was he fucked up big time.

Jongho sighed deeply. "Okay, I know I fucked up and I'm sorry," he said after a few seconds of silence.

You scoffed, tears brimming your eyes. "I've been telling you for months now that I-I," you choked out a sob while the tears began to roll down your face. "That I'm uncomfortable with you having any sort of contact with her, but you don't give a fuck. I wouldn't have any issues with you talking to her if she wasn't constantly trying to screw things up between us. Why can't you see that she's messing things up between us? Why do you always fucking defend her when everyone else can see what she's doing?"

Jongho kept quiet, listening to every word you said, thinking about all the fights you two had because of her. "I can't tolerate this anymore. I'm literally done, Jongho," you continued. "I really can't handle it anymore. I tried my best to tolerate everything, but I'm fucking exhausted now. What's the point of being married to someone who clearly prefers the company of his ex-mistress?" Jongho's eyes widened at your words, wondering if what he was thinking was right or wrong.

His thoughts were confirmed once you were about to take your wedding ring off; he immediately put his hand over yours, stopping you from doing so.

"Don't," he whispered, pain and fear clear in his beautiful eyes. "Please don't. I love you, Y/N." He leaned his forehead against yours. "I swear she means nothing to me. I'll stop talking to her. I'm so sorry for hurting you. Please don't leave me." You felt a wet drop fall onto your cheek, making you look up at your husband. This was the first time you saw Jongho crying and the sight of it broke your heart. You cupped his cheeks, wiping his tears away.

"Don't leave," he murmured, more tears rolling down his perfect face.

"I won't," you sighed. You could never leave him; you loved him way too much. "But you have to promise me that you'll cut her out of your life completely, Jongho. It's damaging our relationship."

"I promise I will," he vowed, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist, scared that you might disappear. You slightly smiled, giving him a soft kiss that instantly made him feel relaxed. You could only hope he would listen to you this time.

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ruvatia · 3 years

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Sorry if this is a bit much with everything going on, but could I request a scenario where the Paladins + Matt & Lotor have a black s/o and they’re scared abt everything that’s happening in their country and are sad that racial injustice is happening? I’ve been rlly worried the past few days, but if this is smth too uncomfy I understand ;w; Thank you 💖💖💖

This got really long, I apologize but I turned it into half-headcanons with just the main paladins-- i apologize for not doing all the characters you’ve mentioned, but I don’t think they would fit all in a single post anyways www

On another note I hope you and every other reader take good care of their mental health; it’s important to be aware of what’s going on but it’s also important to be in the right mindspace to be able to tackle everything that’s being shared. It’s pain that’s been boiling for a very long time and there is absolutely no shame in taking some downtime to recover before heading back into current issues.

SHIRO:

If you were saddened, Shiro would suggest that maybe you switch to something else; if there was something that he knows will distract you and temporarily have you be a little more at ease, he’d do that!

But also maybe add a little twist-- extra soft blankets (fresh out of the oven! Screw the bills you’re worth it), extra cheese on your favorite dish, whatever it is that can make your smile a little wider, bigger or brighter just let him know!

Would give you hugs if you asked, but usually Shiro pets your head and brushes your cheek for comfort

He also does this when he wants to ask something of you, but thats another story

Why the TV was still on was a mystery to you, you’d stopped listening a long time ago. Your partner besides you noticed, and you felt the hand around your shoulder tighten his grip a little, bringing you out of your thoughts.

“Hey, maybe we should watch something else?” he asked softly, brushing your cheek with his hand. “I can’t really listen to this anymore.”

“Yeah… Sure.” you replied, though it felt like an automated response more than your actual opinion.

“Okay, I’ll switch to that weird show Pidge recorded the other day, we agreed to watch it, right?” he replied, quickly grabbing the remote to change the program.

The first episode started playing, but the moment that it did, you felt cold as Shiro left your side.

“Where are you going?” you asked, your interlaced fingers the only thing keeping him close.

“Ah, I thought I’d make us something. We both kinda skipped dinner….”

He’d thought about putting something together that you’d like, maybe order dessert to surprise you but seeing the look on your face, leaving your side was the hardest thing to do right now.

So he gave in, and your both fell asleep until the doorbell rang with your delivery.

KEITH:

I have this headcanon that Keith isn’t very good with physical touch but after the end of voltron and after enough time of humanitarian relief, he learns how important it is for someone that’s in a specific state of mind

So the best he has to offer when his words fail is physical touch

Over your time together he’s learned what you need depending on your mood, and it helped him out lots when you were more vocal about it-- if anything he liked it when you asked for things that he could easily deliver, he’d do anything to see you smile

A hand came over your phone screen, Keith’s fingers lacing into yours and making you drop the device onto the crevices of the sofa.

“Why did you--”

“You’ve been staring at that thing for the past hour, biting at your nails.” he said in a worried tone. “That’s enough. We’re going to bed.”

“But it’s just--”

“We’re going to bed.” he repeated in a harsher tone, lifting you off your seat.

Keith sat down onto the bed first, pulling you into him. You both fell onto the bed, Keith quickly pulling the covers over your shoulders before his arms came around you.

“My alarm is my phone.”

“That’s nice, but we both know we have nothing to do tomorrow.” he replied right away, making you chuckle.

“Keith…” you called, your hands sneaking up to his face.

You brushed away some of his hair from his face as he gave you a complicated expression, unable to reflect the small smile you wore. He knew things were shit outside, that being apart from your family and other loved ones was a toll on both you and that lately negative thoughts have plagued you more often than not but Keith, despite his good intention was still somewhat of an awkward man.

“Thank you.”

He kissed you in reply and you both left it at that, glad that he had someone like you to meet him halfway.

LANCE:

Lots of hugs the moment he feels something is off with you

Will be a brat™ for the sole purpose of distracting you, bET

I feel like post-series Lance tries his best to be as observant as Allura and tries to understand others better-- but it didn't take a genius or incredible empath to know why your eyes looked like they were about to overflow at the sight of the news.

I’d like to think that Lance, with a big connected family is one of the paladins that very easily gets what you’re going through, wouldn’t be surprised he’s been called one or two things in his past either

That being said it doesn’t mean that he completely understands your personalized struggles with racial injustices that you encounter everyday; as another minority himself + coming from a culture and upbringing that might be different than yours, its a very different experience.

Memories flooded as the news anchor spoke about “lootings” and as you scrolled down your feed to see feeble attempts at sympathy from local peacekeepers. You sigh and retweet another thread, only to find something equally as shocking right after. You stopped commenting in quote retweets a while ago, you felt like you were constantly repeating that none of this was okay and that a reform was desperately needed. Rather than typing out your thoughts you typed out your name, address and email over and over again, signing one petition after the other.

Hearing sigh after sigh, Lance eventually put an arm around your shoulder. He startled you, but his soft voice made both your shoulders and your guard lower.

“Hey, do you want to make a midnight snack with me? I’m getting kinda hungry.”

“What about that new rule we were talking about? Not eating 4 hours before we went to bed?”

“Every diet has one or two cheat days, don’t they?” he replied, kissing one of your eyelids. “Come on, I’m sure your neck is sore from being like that for so long.”

In the end you both made some soul-food until a food-coma knocked you out until tomorrow. In the morning, you realized that Lance must’ve woken up in the middle of the night because you remember cuddling on the couch, and yet you’re waking up on the bed. Of course, still in his arms.

HUNK:

Having a sensible heart, I feel like both you and hunk would struggle a little about maintaining a healthy distance with current events.

Though overtime he would understand that keeping in touch with everything that’s going on is important, but not at the sake of burning out

His best bet, to him, to pull you out of a such a dark space is with comfort food

“Ok ppl feel like they want to eat a horse but they actually cant when they’re in that mind space Hunk, let’s make something sweet and small; something direct and straight to the point! Let’s add smiley faces on it!”

Your turned down the volume from the news, let your head fall backwards and brought up your forearm over your closed eyes. It felt warm and made it you realize that you had probably been staring very intensely at the screen as a wave of comfort hit your eyes the moment they were drowned in darkness. Letting out a deep breath, you stilled and let yourself bask in your thoughts until a familiar voice brought you back.

“Maybe a little bit more sugar? No, then it would be disbalanced. The base is already so sweet-- Ah, I have to take the cupcakes out or else they might get burned!”

You felt a smile grow on your lips, making you ignore the horrid news being broadcasted to turn to your partner that as usual, seemed to juggle ten thousand things to create a whole meal.

“What’s going on over here?” you asked, leaning over the counter to note that one of your favorite dishes was made and machines that were mostly used for baking had been brought out.

“Oh you know, just a little pick me up for my most favorite person ever.” he shrugged, but a smile soon came to his face. His hands were full but he leaned over, his lips meeting your cheek. “Things outside are a little dark, so I thought we could both use a little something nice.”

He turned on the machine after dropping a drop of dye to make it your favorite color and within a few minutes the icing was finished. Hunk scooped up a small amount on his finger and brought it to his lips and nod.

“Wanna taste?” he asked you, his finger dipping into the icing.

A mischievous grin spread on your features as you took his wrist and let his finger fall on your tongue, the sweetness quickly spreading through your mouth. The yellow paladin shivered as you let his digit hang in your mouth for longer than necessary, letting out a satisfied hum when you returned it to him.

“Tastes perfect.”

PIDGE:

She knew what could be fixed, she knew how to fix it but this meant she was also aware of how long such a transition would take

I think Pidge would be similar to Shiro: whatever she remembers that helps you be at ease, she would defect to that in hopes to maybe distract you for a while.

I don’t think Pidge is a very touchy person either, so if she reaches out to you _physically_ in worry, it’s a very clear sign she’s serious/anxious

I feel like she would reach out in other ways and then if she knew you were in a specific state of mind where touch was not useful, or if she just also wanted to try things out lol

As you watched the twisted information that was being shared on screen, another message caught your attention. Rather than a small red icon in the corner, a small window appeared in the middle of your computer screen.

The video had stopped, every horrible gif about police brutality was paused and there was nothing else but the small window pidge had thrown onto your screen. You chuckled, and felt a pressure behind your working chair.

Another message popped up.

<You’ve been catching up with twitter for the past two hours. Surely you’re done now?>

A soft laugh came from you, making Pidge release a breath she didn’t know she was holding. You typed out an answer:

<Okay, but half of them are just cat videos and the other half are just retweets of said videos.>

You both laughed, before Pidge turned around and tapped your shoulder. She let her hand float in the air, yours coming to join it as a soon as your turned her way.

“Wanna take a nap?” she asked, letting her head fall onto your shoulder. “I had Chip make some hot chocolate, Hunk style.”

You squeezed her hand, putting your computer on sleep mode.

“Yeah, that sounds nice.”

#voltron writings #shiro x reader #takashi shirogane x reader #keith x reader #keith kogane x reader #lance x reader #lance mcclain x reader #hunk x reader #hunk garett x reader #pidge x reader #katie holt x reader #for context this was requested around june 2020 #its a year late and thata my fault wjdjan

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aizawa-needs-coffee · 3 years

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Shinsou x reader who is really responsible but only acts like that because nobody was ever there for them and the reader has ✨trauma✨ but doesnt show it? bonus points is Shinsou walks in on them crying or smth and its angst to fluff and 10000000/10 if it ends in cuddles

I hope you like it!

Shinso x GN reader Angst/Fluff SFW All characters are 18+

Wordcount: 1,055

Shinso had been aware of you since the school year began, watching as you helped everyone who needed it, he was there when you made friends with Denki and helped him study to pass exams, the nights you would stay up and try your best to get the blond to pay attention. He’d seen you help Midoriya when it came to the brash and obnoxious Bakugo picking on him in the hallways.

Every single time anyone needed help he saw you there at the for front trying your best. He’d asked you in passing once “Why do you do it? Why help everyone?” and you’d just offered him this smile, this sweet, rehearsed smile he’d seen a thousand times “It’s the responsible thing to do, we are heroes after all right?”

He’d never mentioned it again, your reason had been good enough at the time, everyone who wanted to be a hero was bound to have that mentality. The responsibility to help whoever was in need.

One night after he’d had extra training with Aizawa-sensai he was slowly making his way back to the dorms, the hallways so quiet, such a stark contrast from the day when the place was filled with students and staff, bristling with so much energy. Being able to hear each of his footsteps felt unnatural.

His own foot fall suddenly not the only sound his ears could pick up, the shuffling of chair legs on the floor caught his attention to the right, the light was still on, maybe a teacher had staid behind to do marking he mused to himself walking past the door without a second thought. Shinso paused midstep when the sound of a sob broke into the air.

He should mind his own business, he knew that he didn’t like when others fussed over him either, but something about the sad sobs had his heart aching, it felt tight in his chest. The sorrowful muffled wails coming from the room. He sighed outwardly, was he going to regret getting involved?

Sliding the door open he was surprised to see you sat at one of the neatly arranged desks, face buried in your arms as you cried your heart out, no regard to the sound of the sliding door, even when he closed it and stepped forward.

You did not stir from where you cried into your arms, body shivering from each soul wrenching sob, he rubbed his neck nervously and let out cough, he felt bad that you hadn’t noticed his presence, he didn’t want to come off as being intrusive to what was obviously a very private moment.

Lifting your head, eyes red and puffy, tear stained cheeks you sniffled, blinking your blurred vision when you made out who it was. “S-Shinso…h..hey!” there it was, the bright fake smile you wore everyday like it was also part of your uniform.

“Stop it” He was shocked at how blunt that had come out, but the mask you wore at seeing the purple haired male slipped, your lip quivered, putting your arm over your eyes not wanting him to see you cry any more then he already had.

“I can-can’t” you sobbed in a pleading tone, thinking Shinso had meant the tears that still ran freely down your face, soaking the sleeve of your blazer, he clicked his tongue and dropped his bag from his shoulder, making his way over to you.

“Not the crying” you looked over your makeshift shield at him, blinking back more tears, gasping in shock as he knelt on one knee, eye level with you now. “I’m not someone you need to put that fake smile on for, I can see through it” he started, and you trembled at his words, had it always been that obvious?

“I’m so tired Shinso” You let your arm fall by your side, not looking at him, unable to make eye contact, you felt so weak. “I’m so tired of it, I shouldn’t have to be this grown up yet b..but there’s no one… no one to look after me!” fresh tears filled your eyes as you lifted your head now.

“No one cares about me..n..not my f..family” You felt like you couldn’t breathe, the tightening in your chest, the tears coming too strong now, the hic ups taking your breath away, the cusp of a panic attack forcing it’s way into your senses.

He couldn’t do it anymore, seeing you falling apart piece by piece in front of him, the pain that radiated off your words, the unpleasant tingle of familiarity he felt. He moved forward, arms grabbing you and pulling you against him. You choked on a sob, suddenly Shinso had his arms around you, your chin perched on his shoulder. You let it go, the tears, every overwhelming feeling of loneliness, bitterness, everything.

And Shinso held you, grounded you, he rubbed your back as you started to run out of steam, your painful wails simmering down to small whimpers. He gently pulled away to look at you once your body had gone limp against his, his hands on your arms as he did so.

“You can’t be responsible for everyone” Shinso frowned, hands sliding down to find your knees, resting there. Another sigh, he wasn’t good at this stuff, it was why he’d tried his best to remain on the outside.

“I j..” He cut you off, standing to his full height and offering you his hand. “No, I don’t want to hear it, you need to start letting people in” God he hated the irony in his own words, Aizawa’s advice really, but you both needed to hear it.

“You have to start living for you, some people aren’t worth it and some people… “he paused thinking about the friends he was slowly making “Are going to have your back too, just give them the chance to be” You nodded your head, wiping your eyes on your sleeve before allowing yourself to be helped up.

“It’s hard but the dumbasses in this class are the best people to help with that.”

You laughed at his playful insult, feeling the emotions from just before start to leave your body, feeling stronger and braver with your own “Even you?” It was his turn to stare at you, blinking his tired eyes.

“Yeah, even me”

#sfw #gender nuetral reader #shinso x reader #bnha reader insert #mha reader insert #mha x reader #bnha x reader #shinso hitoshi x reader #angst #fluff

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icantspeakspanish · 3 years

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Being Seijoh‘s queer manager - Headcanons

Ship: Platonic!Oikawa x Platonic!Reader / Platonic!Iwaizumi x Platonic!Reader / Platonic!Hanamaki x Platonic!Reader / Platonic!Matsukawa x Platonic!Reader

Warnings: actually none. It’s just fluff and maybe the 3rd years flipping of some mean people

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A/n: I recently can’t stop thinking about headcanons to that, so enjoy I guess🕳🚶

Coming out to them

Oikawa Tooru

Okay listen

Oikawa pays SO MUCH attention to his friends

Like, if you’re looking at a person longer than u look at other people, this mf will notice that right then and there

Don’t worry, he wont just point that out

Maybe he‘ll drop some dumb comments like the dumb clown he is, but he wont spill anything

Oikawa is going to be more observing

One day you just hang out with him

and this shithead has a fucking plan

I do not kid you when I‘m telling u he has a whole maSTERPLAN??😀

both of you are on your own phone, you scrolling though Instagram liking memes about ur closeted sexuality and laughing inside, I see you

Then Oikawa plays on purpose one song

„Me and your girlfriend playin' dress up at my house..“

You immediately freeze

🎶👹Don’t be suspicious, don’t be suspicious👹🎶

You literally try so hard to sent a gaze on Oikawas phone without him noticing

LMFAO NOT U FAILING

Anyways

You see in the upper corner of your eye how Oikawa is grinning SO BOLD AT YOU BYE

Brb, just getting a tomato to complain it to your face❤️

Tbh, he wasn’t even sure till you turned red like there ain’t no other choice

You just acted obvious as fU-

Oikawa will deadass laugh at your confused face, but then hug you

„Why didn’t you say anything? I could‘ve get you a significant other so much earlier???“

Slap him pls

After you tell him that you just felt really anxious or something like that, Oikawa will hug you again

He will tell you that he loves you no matter what and that he‘s sure the team will too

Oikawa will absolutely get you like a pride flag to surprise you

He‘s so proud of you and happy you told him🥺

Oikawa will literally look in public out for a partner for u 💀

Put a leash on that piece of crap, or I will

If you’re part of the asexual spectrum, Oikawa will make sure no one is making you uncomfortable and to know your boundaries about jokes, touching, etc.

Will text u things like

„Y/N PLEASE DON‘T TELL ME U DATE THEM?? IS U BLIIIIIIND?????!“

Hit him

„If you have to reject this dipshit one more time, I‘ll let Iwaizumi and Kyiotani go WiLD😐“

Love him

„If you wont make a move on them, I will🤨“

Throw him off a bridge

Oikawa is always going to be there for you, ready to let his fangirls flip off everyone who just looks the wrong way at you

He just loves you and wants u to be happy🥺

HE‘S STILL RUDE ASHSDJDN

Iwaizumi Hajime

Iwa isn’t suspecting anything

Sure, he cares about you, but he doesn’t care about which gender u love

He doesent think that is any of his business, he just wants u to be happy and treaten well and taken care of

Pls I love him

since Iwaizumi wont suspect anything, you’ll have to make the first move into this conversation.

So when you and Iwa walk home after practice it seems like the perfect time

You don’t know how to start, so you sorta just blurt that shit out

„Iwaizumi?“

„What‘s up?“

„I‘m ____“

„Okay.“

Your legs stop moving

You look at him like 👁👄👁

he be having the audacity to stop walking and ask you what’s wrong

„Did you understand what I just said?“

„Yeah, why?“

Y/n.exe stopped working

„WHY DO YOU JUST SAY „OKAY“ LIKE A FOOL?!“

„EXCUSE ME?“

Iwaizumi.exe crashed too

„What else am I supposed to say?! You’re my friend, I don’t care which gender you having sex with!“

He ain’t good with words I‘m sorry🧑‍🦯

Will ruffle you’re hair and tell you not to worry, he can beat up any gender😩👌

I actually don’t think he‘d ask you questions. He doesen’t want to make you uncomfortable and just googles about it if there’s anything he doesen’t understand. Iwaizumi is actually pretty invested and wants to learn about your sexuality since one of his closest friends just came out to him.

If anyone is being rude to you, Iwaizumi will pop off

If he’s shopping or smth like that and sees something with pride colors / your flag colors, he will buy that and give it to you

Definitely ready to beat up anyone who tries to insult you because of your sexuality

Radiates big protective dad energy and wants to meet your partner before y’all go out

Iwa just wants you to stay safe

10/10 would recommend marriage 💯

Hanamaki Takahiro

„Are you gay?“

You look pale into his face

„whAT?!“

LMFAO I‘D BE CONFUSED TOO

„Is that a yes?“

„MAKKI!“

I don‘t even know why, but he would definitely know

Not your sexuality EXACTLY, but he knows you ain’t straight

Makki also uses that as an explanation and tells you you didn’t looked hetero from the start

Excuse you-

He‘s just a natural i guess

You tell him then what your actual sexuality is and Hanamaki is so chill about it

Will smile at you and tell you that he‘s proud of you and maybe apologizing for blurting that shit out of the blue

If someone is making you uncomfortable in anyway, Hanamaki will hunt them down to make them apologize

he will sent you some lgbtq+ memes and capture it with „That reminds me of u“

Matsukawa Issei

Hear me out

He makes jokes often

and since you (as seijohs manager) hang out with them often, both of you joke often

like y’all have some insiders, you give joking answers to his jokes

so when you and Mattsun went out to get drinks, he was joking as usual

„He/she’d be a great fiancé. dont you think?“

U look in the direction he’s pointing and see a friend group who’s chatting

„Naaah. His/her friend looks hotter“

u actually said that without thinking and as soon as you realize u started to blush and look to him

Matsukawa still looks into that direction.

„you’re right, they got that dumptruck“ BYE

„Matsukawa Issei, I knew youre an ass dude!“

pls y’all are so casual

after that he asks you if you meant that and really are interested in this gender

„wait that’s ___, right?“

you nod a bit surprised because you didn’t expect him to know the name of your sexuality

WOULD SENT YOU MEMES TOO AND ASK PEOPLE OUT FOR YOU BYE

Matsukawa looks intimidating like Iwaizumi, but he‘d joke around with your date tbh

but if they’re being shitty to you, Matsukawa won’t hesitate to sent them to hell

as long as they won’t hurt you physically, he will make so mean jokes, always pick a fight with them and is SO sarcastic towards them💀

mattsun also made you a playlist with like pride songs

Going to a Pride parade with them!!

OIKAWA IS SO EXCITED JABSNFBXB

He will absolutely wear a pride flag and be SO proud

he‘ll tries to make some friends for you so you have some people who‘re like you

hes a dumbass, sorry<\3

when you ask Iwaizumi to come with you and the team, he will firstly act annoyed and like he doesen’t want to go but Oikawa drags him anyway dw

if there’s like rainbow ice he will buy it for you what a sugar daddy

Iwaizumi will act annoyed and bored for most of the time, but as soon as you look two seconds away from him and turn back around, this men has rainbow flags on both of his cheeks🥺

someone also gave him a small pride flag and he’s swinging it since then the entire time GOD I‘M SO DOWN FOR SOFT IWAIZUMI PLEASE

some guys talked to him because they thought he’s 💅🏻 and hot and Oikawa let out a scream BAHAHA

Iwa explained himself so politely tho<3

Hanamaki found SO MANY FRIENDS GOODBYE

ofc he and matsukawa bought this thing with what you can draw those rainbow flags on your cheeks and they put it on Oikawas, yours, Iwaizumis and their own face

actually they have now rainbowflags all over their body because they think they look cool🧚‍♀️

and they will protect you from creeps <3

remember when I said Mattsun made a playlist for you? Oikawa‘s blasting that shit and dancing to it ofc he danced with you duh

after that day, Hanamaki changed y’all’s gc name to „y/n‘s protection squad“

#seijoh #haikyuu x reader #seijoh x reader #oikawa toru x reader #iwaizumi x reader #hanamaki x reader #matsukawa x reader #haikyuu headcanons #aoba josai headcanons #queer pride

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writesowhatnext · 4 years

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if it wasn’t for you meddling kids // remus lupin

Summary: the boys are suspicious when Remus keeps disappearing… where is he going? Who’s he meeting?

Request: is it alright if i request a remus x hufflepuff reader? he has the biggest crush on y/n (poor boy is always nervous) and they hangout in the kitchens/sneak out to the astronomy tower then they kiss or smth. thanks!!

A/N: this was a cute request so I hope I did it alright :)))))

Reader: unspecified

Warnings: none??

Whilst by no means the smartest Marauder, Remus did have to give Peter credit for figuring it out first, even if he was just throwing ideas at a wall and seeing what stuck.

“Moony,” James drawled, lying upside down off of his bed when Remus finally got back to their dorm. He had a spring in his step and unfortunately, it seemed like all three of them noticed. “Where have you been scampering off to recently?”

“What?” Remus asked, declining to face his friends and have the pink blush of his cheeks give himself away.

He’d be teased mercilessly if they knew where he’d been disappearing to almost every night, the fool he’d been making of himself every time he met up with you in the kitchens. He thought about your nightly rituals fondly, but he made sure to not convince himself that they meant anything to you; he was the one with a crush, after all.

“Prongs is right, actually,” Sirius piped up, the ball he’d been throwing against the wall pausing in his hand.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

Remus sat on his bed, pulling out a book under the watchful eyes of his best friends who apparently had nothing better to do than quiz him on his whereabouts.

“You keep leaving earlier after dinner,” James said, pushing his glasses up his nose.

“And you don’t come back until just before curfew,” Sirius said, matching James’ position as they both lay back over the ends of their beds. Peter watched curiously from under his sheets.

“I’ve had homework to catch up on,” Remus insisted, trying to keep his voice level as he hid his face in his book.

“You’ve done all the assignments due next week already,” Peter very helpfully supplied, wilting slightly under Remus’ annoyed scowl. Sure, Peter cared about what he was doing, but he was nowhere near as invested as James and Sirius, who were ironically enough like a pair of dogs with a bone.

“He’s got a point, Moons,” Sirius smirked, tilting his head to the side as his dark hair fell down towards the ground.

“So why,” James said conspiratorially. “Are you sneaking out and lying to us?”

“I’m hardly sneaking-“

“So, tell us where you’ve been going then!”

“Bloody hell, I didn’t realise I’d be in for the Spanish Inquisition tonight.”

“The what?” James and Sirius asked at the same time, only earning an eyeroll in response.

“I’m not doing anything,” Remus insisted, sliding his feet underneath the covers and huffing. “There’s nothing to tell.”

“C’mon Pads,” James said, grunting as he lifted himself up, leaning on his elbows and turning to face Sirius. “Time for a brainstorm. Now, why would Moony be gallivanting around and not tell us?”

“Maybe he’s a werewolf,” Sirius replied with a smirk, barely dodging the pillow Remus threw his way.

“Don’t be a prat, there’s no way Moons could be a werewolf.”

Remus would have nothing to sleep on if he needed any more ammunition to throw at his gits of friends.

“Maybe he’s meeting someone,” Peter provided, drawing a round of intrigued cooing from James and Sirius. Remus would’ve sent him another glare had he not purposefully been trying to avoid the conversation.

“You might be onto something there,” James nodded approvingly, stroking his chin with his hand. “But who?”

“Pince, maybe?” Sirius suggested, the familiar rhythm of his tennis ball hitting the wall resuming. “He’s always had a thing for the librarian.”

“Too old.”

“That Slytherin fifth year he tutors?”

“Too young.”

“What about that Hufflepuff?”

Peter was really starting to get on Remus’ nerves with all his helpful little suggestions. He gritted his teeth and pulled his bedsheet tighter over him, hoping they wouldn’t notice how right on the money Wormtail actually was.

“What Hufflepuff?” Sirius asked and Remus could practically imagine his confused expression, his brows drawn down and mouth pouting.

“The one you’re partners with in Herbology,” Peter said, nodding at James. Remus squeezed his eyes shut, not enjoying at all how dangerously close they were getting to the truth of how he spent his nights.

“Are you on about Y/N?”

Peter shrugged.

“Is this the same Y/N that saved your arse when you got hit in the face by that Bouncing Bulb?” Sirius asked, the smile in his voice louder than his words.

Remus couldn’t help but smile himself as he remembered that particular lesson and how adorable you’d been laughing at James.

“Excuse me,” James said rather indignantly. “I did not need saving!”

“Yeah, right, I’m sure.”

As they began to argue between themselves, Remus hoped that they would forget about the whole thing and leave him to have his favourite person all to himself for just a little bit longer.

He’d blame wishful thinking for his stupidity that following day. How he didn’t notice his friends skulking behind him with their stampede-like footsteps and constantly loud shushing he’d never know. Down every corridor and up every staircase they followed him, growing more and more confused as they approached the kitchens, surprised to see him disappear inside.

“Maybe he’s just there for chocolate?” James asked as the three of them peeked around a corner, their heads stacked on top of each other.

“Nah, Moony wouldn’t be so shirty about that, would he?” Sirius said from above him.

Remus really should’ve heard their loud bickering, but he was very distracted. Distracted, indeed, by you and that damn smile you sent him every time he walked through the kitchen doors to see you sitting there on one of the counters, surrounded by house-elves and looking like an angel. He realised very early on in your meetings that he wanted you to give him that smile everyday for the rest of your lives.

“Hello there,” you said happily, crossing your legs and leaning forward. He flushed under your stare and you couldn’t help but think of how completely adorable he looked with his pink cheeks and bowed head.

“Hi,” he replied softly, playing with the hem of his jumper and avoiding your eyes as he leant next to you on the counter. You smirked at his profile, biting your lip to hide your laughter at how awkward he seemed to be around you. Remus Lupin, the big brave Gryffindor, scared of little old you.

“How was your day?”

“Same old, same old. I saved your friend in Herbology again,” you sighed, huffing a laugh as you shook your head. “I don’t know why plants hate him so much.”

Remus laughed and the sound was like music to your ears, especially when he turned to face you with his head ducked, a sheepish grin on his lips.

“I think every species hates him a little bit,” he said, savouring the chiming of your laughter. His chest ached from how wonderful you looked, just sitting there so close to him. He couldn’t help but wonder how he got lucky enough to spend time with you.

“What about you?” you asked, picking up a sweet and popping it into your mouth, licking your thumb to get rid of the melted chocolate on your fingertips.

Remus’ eyes didn’t leave your lips until you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, suppressing a chuckle. He was met with the realisation that he’d been caught staring and his face turned an outrageous shade of pink, the blush disappearing beneath his collar.

“Uh-uh, fine, yes,” he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. “Had a bit of an interrogation from my mates last night, though.”

“What about?” you asked, inching your hand closer to his. “Insurance fraud?”

“Yeah, exactly,” he grinned, copying your movements until your little fingers touched. “I should probably cover my tracks a little better.”

“I bet it was all those receipts stuffed between the pages of your textbooks,” you mused, raising your eyebrows. His eyes examined your face as you looked down. You were busy staring at your fingers as you lifted your palm over his, placing it flat on the wooden counter between his body and his hand. He swallowed at the proximity, both confused and hopeful about where exactly this little dance would take you.

“It was about you, actually,” he muttered, swallowing again.

“Me?”

He nodded, not trusting his voice all that much with his heart beating so loudly in his ears. You looked so beautiful and the heat from your hand so close to him made butterflies flutter in his stomach.

“They’re worried about me disappearing every night. Very suspicious, they reckon.”

“I suppose that’s my fault for stealing you away all for myself,” you said gently, slowly peeling his fingers off of the surface of the counter, interlocking your hand with his. You looked up at him proudly, grinning at the surprised look on his face. You held your breath for his response, your smile fading slightly at his shocked silence.

“Why would you want me all for yourself?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Well, I fancy you quite a bit,” you admitted quietly, dipping your head in embarrassment. “Thought it would be quite obvious by now.”

Surely, he was just playing dumb so that he wouldn’t let you down, right? Maybe how nervous he was had nothing to do with you, and you’d just misread the signals. The thought alone made your stomach churn. Maybe you were just being foolish.

“Sorry,” you said, pulling your hand away from his and resting it in your lap. “I thought-“

Remus frowned as you paused, his hand horribly empty without yours to hold. A lump formed in his throat as he decided that he had to be spontaneous for once in his life.

He didn’t think as he stood up straight, and you prepared yourself for him to just walk out the door. He didn’t, though. The way he turned to stand in front of you surprised you both, though not nearly as much as the way his shaking and scarred hand lifted your chin. You looked up abruptly and your breath caught in your throat as his mouth pressed against yours.

You didn’t have the time or mental capacity to reciprocate before he pulled away, his expression a picture of fearful anticipation.

“I’m so sorry-“ he started, beginning to lower his hand before you cut him off and returned the favour, kissing him and threading your hands around his neck. You barely registered the feeling of his arms either side of you, trapping you in as he leant forwards, slotting himself between your legs. Your insides squirmed at the feeling of his lips on yours, a warmth flooding through you.

“Wow,” he said breathlessly when you both pulled back. You laughed, chewing on your bottom lip as you looked into his warm green eyes, more than pleased with the events on the night so far.

“I am very glad that just happened,” he whispered, quietly proud of himself for his courage.

“Me too,” you nodded, pursing your lips together. Your eyes drifted to his hair as you looked over his face, very much aware of the way his arms were curling around your waist. A shadow by the door caught your eye and you found yourself looking behind Remus, slightly flustered to see your Herbology partner staring back at you.

“We have an audience,” you whispered to Remus, smiling at the way his eyes lingered on your lips as you spoke.

As your words sunk in, he frowned, his hands still on your waist as he turned around to see James, Sirius and Peter looking back at him very guiltily from the doorway.

“Hi, mate,” James said, waving awkwardly. Sirius elbowed him with a grimace.

With an irritated hum, Remus turned back to face you and whilst you could feel how tense he was underneath your fingertips, he smiled to see you so close to him, replaying in his mind what had just happened.

“Are you going to go tear them a new one?” you asked, your voice so angelic he had to laugh. He nodded reluctantly, his eyes darting back and forth from your eyes to your lips.

“Well,” you sighed, trailing your fingers from his neck to his chest, feeling the soft material of his jumper underneath them. “I suppose you must. Only if you give me a kiss, though, before you go.”

He beamed at your words, cheeks pinking as he leaned so close you could feel his breath on your face.

“You really don’t have to ask me twice.”

With that, he kissed you again and you thought, quite happily, that you would do anything you could to make it a habit. He pressed his swollen lips together when you both pulled back, his eyes roaming over your face once more before he stepped away, his fingers brushing your waist, not at all ready to let go of this moment. He let them drop as your eyes flicked behind him, no doubt watching his friends watching you.

“I might kill you guys,” he said loud enough for them to hear, his eyes never leaving yours.

You laughed at the sound of them scrambling away, the door swinging shut behind them as their bickering echoed down the corridor. Remus stepped backwards to leave, but only for a second before he lunged back towards you and pecked you on the lips, happy to remind himself that he was probably allowed to do that now.

You giggled as he legged it down the hallway, fairly chuffed with the fact that you’d just kissed Remus Lupin. You swung your legs back and forth as you placed another sweet in your mouth, very excited to recreate the experience the next day.

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mustyrosewater · 3 years

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te amo.

javier peña x reader

request by @hxdxs : hello! i was wondering if you could write smth where javier peña has a nightmare after him and the reader have a fight which results to them sleeping in separate rooms, she wakes up and comforts him no pressure (:

warnings : fighting, mentions of violence, possibly unhealthy relationship

word count : 3k+

you knew what you were walking into when you finally decided to commit to a relationship with javier peña, you knew to expect the disappearing for days at a time without being able to contact with him because he was undercover, you knew that he was walking into a brand new dangerous situation every single day.

but it didn't hurt any fucking less each time. at first, you'd tried to tell yourself that you shouldn't be upset, once again telling yourself that it was you who chose this life, getting angry and possibly overreacting would just be hypocritical of you, it would have made you weak. but as it began to happen again, and again the last straw had been him coming home at three in the morning, after having been away for a week longer than he'd told you the undercover operation was going to last for. you'd spent hours in your shared apartment, anxiously waiting for a the phone call from the dea or an agent knocking on your door only to tell you that he'd been killed. you'd spent the night sitting on the couch, clutching his shirt tightly just to smell whatever remnants of his cheap cologne that you hated with a passion was left over on them, suddenly missing it now more than ever. when he'd finally come back, you'd fallen asleep on the couch, still holding the shirt tight to your chest with dried tears still lingering on your cheeks. to say the least, waking up at three in the morning to the sound of somebody rustling around in the bathroom was enough to prompt you to slowly grab a knife from the kitchen drawer and slowly make your way to the bathroom. as if being on a streak of being an emotional wreck after what you believed to be the death of your boyfriend, now the universe was truly testing you by having somebody decide to rob you. seeing the streak of white light poking through the crack in the bathroom door, you approached slowly, feeling your heart beating so loudly that it was thundering in your own ears. finally swinging the door open, it hit the opposite wall with a harsh crash, only to be followed by you bursting in, knife in hand, cursing angrily in spanish. only to be greeted by a wide eyed javi looking at you as if you'd gone crazy. as your heart dropped and your eyes widened, you couldn't help letting out a cry of shock as you dropped the knife onto the tile floor with a sharp clang, unable to process the blade narrowly missing your foot. reaching to grip onto the door frame in order to balance yourself as you felt your legs begin to go numb, javi sprung forward, reaching out and placing his hands under your shoulders for support. as you finally got a closer look at him, you could see that his hair was messy as all hell, he definitely hadn't shaved for the past day or two and he absolutely stunk, and you once again found yourself wishing he'd actually been using that horrid cologne. in that moment however, as grateful as you were that he was alive and wasn't in fact lying dead in a ditch in escobars backyard, the relief had faded away as quickly as it had flooded in, only to no sooner be replaced with a fiery surge of anger. with no hesitation, you shoved him away from you, now able to stand up straight once more; looking up just in time to see his questioning look he posed your way. "what the fuck javi!" you hadn't meant for your voice to come out so hoarse, but the hours you'd spent audibly crying into his shirt had done a number on your throat, as well as the fact that you'd only woken up minutes ago. he opened his mouth to speak, but you only answered by holding up your finger and continuing to speak. "a week. i don't hear from you for a week! i manage to convince myself you've been shot, and then you just waltz in at three am in the fucking morning and make me think you're a robber!" you can't help but laugh in between sentences, but the laugh is still traced with venom, all too reflective of the angry streak of words flooding out of your mouth. "i mean- what if i'd stabbed you?!" you spoke, gesturing to the knife now by your feet. you didn't even want to picture yourself stabbing javi, especially not after he nearly gave you a stroke due to finding out that he was still very much alive. as you went to continue, it was now javi's turn to interrupt you, shaking his head as he placed his hands on his hips and stared back at you. you hadn't even stopped to think about how much of a crazy person you must have looked like in that moment, face puffy and red from crying, messy hair and pajama pants you'd been wearing for two days straight, all nicely topped off with a singlet shirt and robe he'd gotten you a few months back for your birthday. "what the fuck was i supposed to do? i told you i was undercover!" his voice sounded so tired, it was painfully obvious to you how drained he was; but in that moment, the high emotional intensity was blurring all reason within you. as you listened to him yell, you felt the lump in your throat forming; crossing your arms, you tried to keep yourself together. "you could have sent me some kind of message, somebody to tell me you'd be gone for another week!" the two of you were no longer yelling at one another, this was screaming at one another. in a brief passing moment you thought about what the neighbours must have thought of you two, but you also just couldn't find yourself to care. "you know i couldn't do that! i've told you several fucking times why i can't do that!" he turned away from you, taking a step back towards the basin. you could see his shoulders rising and falling with his deep breaths, watching as he reached up to run a hand through his messy hair. "fuck!" you jumped as the tense silence between you two was broken by javi cursing loudly and kicking the small plastic garbage can beside the basin, sending it crashing against the wall loudly. that was when your bottom lip began to wobble and your vision became foggy. you could only reach up a shaky hand to cover your mouth as javi panted, hunched over the basin he was now resting his hands on. "i thought you were dead javi.." in your effort to conceal that you were beginning to cry, you'd kept your voice quiet, yet i hadn't helped in the slightest; the wobble in your tone was too noticeable for anybody to be able to ignore, especially not javi; who turned to look at you, a few expression laced with regret having taken over his face. you didn't want to look at him for a moment longer, you couldn't even if you did. so you turned around and walked out from the doorway of the bathroom, only now beginning to audibly weep into your hand. you could head javi walking after you, only prompting you to walk to the spare room quicker. you just needed to be away from javi for awhile, even if you'd spent the past four weeks desperately wishing he was back. "wait, just please hang on a minu-" you can't hear the rest of javi's words before you've slammed the door in his face, turning the small lock over as quickly as your shaky hands allow you to. you turn around and put your back to the door, trying to ignore the fact that you can feel javi standing outside the door, you can hear his faint heavy breaths and the way he's softly cursing in spanish under his breath. its a few more moment before you can hear his footsteps slowly getting softer and you know he's walked in your bedroom when you can hear the door slam shut, making you jump softly again. thats the moment that you let yourself break down. your face scrunches up as you slide down the door until your sitting on the ground of the spare room, your knees up to your chest as you rest your palms on your forehead, trying your hardest not to make too much sound as you cry, feeling your shoulders shake as you do. memories of all the friends who'd advised you not to commit to a relationship with javi over wine came flooding in, remembering the uneasy looks on all their faces the first time you'd shown up to a friends wedding together. the times you'd stayed at their houses because you just couldn't handle the way he acted when a case had set him off; the amount of times you'd told them that you stayed because he needed you as much as you needed him; ignoring the way they shook their heads. it hurts so much when things get like this between you two, you don't often find yourself fighting, but this had so far been the worst of all; never had the two of you screamed at each other so loudly before. it takes about thirty minutes of you sitting on the ground to realize that you should probably move to the small single bed in the corner of the room. you had moved the small bed into what was essentially javi's office about a year ago, mainly done for the purpose of giving steve a place to sleep when him and javi were working non stop, it was your idea, knowing that it would probably be easier seeing as him and steve always had to start so early. remembering when they moved the bed in, you'd brought the two of them beers as they spent hours upon hours trying to put the stupid thing together. a memory that used to make you laugh, only serving to making you cry harder as you sat down on the bed. you could hear javi angrily pacing in the next room over, as well as the occasional bang of what you could assume was him knocking something over or throwing something. as you laid down on the bed, you shut your eyes slowly, trying to pretend you couldn't hear him even if there was nothing but a paper thin wall separating the two rooms. -- you couldn't tell what time it was when you finally woke up. you couldn't even remember when you'd fallen asleep. you looked towards the window to see a dim blue light poking out of the curtains, signalling to you that it must have been early in the morning, meaning you couldn't have been asleep for more than four hours. at first, you reached out for javi, only for the events that occurred only a few hours ago to come flooding back in. the fighting, the screaming. it only replaced the lump in your throat as you sat up and rubbed your eyes. as you began to wake up more, you wondered what had prompted you to wake up at such a random hour, especially when you'd been so worn out and tired when you actually went to sleep in the first place. you were about to ponder the question for awhile longer, until you heart the soft grunts coming from you and javi's room. though muffled, you could clearly hear javi in quiet distress. its a sound that you wish wasn't as familiar to you as it was; the amount of times you'd been woken up by javi making those sounds fresh in your head, just as fresh as needing to calm him down from them. he was clearly having a nightmare. and suddenly, it was as if all of those arguements, all of those snarky comments from your girlfriends and all the time you'd spent crying over javi had been flung out of the window and banished to the back of your mind; only leaving room for a sudden concern for javi. with no hesitation to be observed, you walked to the door and unlocked it, heading to the bedroom as the sounds of javi in sleepy distress became louder and louder. carefully placing your hand flat on the wooden door, you hesitated, briefly taking a moment to prepare for javi still being upset, knowing that it could still very much be the case. pushing said concerns to the back of your mind once more, you push the door open slowly, still aware of the way in which its hinges tend to creak purely due to age and the fact that it was admittedly purely made; remembering the amount of times javi mentioned he was going to fix it himself but still never getting around to it. you spot his sleeping figure on the bed, though sleeping would certainly be a loose term for it. he's shaking and twitching every few moments, his eyes shut tightly. you aren't sure what it is he's dreaming about, much less if you even want to know; it was likely it wasn't something you'd be able to handle. you'd never asked for any details past what he told you about his job; occasionally he would mention things once or twice in passing, and you were simply content to leave it at that. the things that you'd seen on the television were enough to scare you into not asking for anything else past the information he was willing to give. yet in the same breath, the fact that only seeing things on tv was enough to make your skin crawl, you couldn't imagine what it must have been like for him to see it all up and close and personal, much less risk his life every day just by walking into the embassy. you knew what to expect when you committed to this relationship, yet you had found it so hard to think about what he was going through. after what felt like ten minutes of staring at the poor man, you walked forward and kneeled beside the bed, not wanting to put weight on the mattress so as to frighten him out of his sleep rather than calmly wake him. reaching up, you placed a hand on his cheek, ignoring the prickly feeling of his stubble due to having not shaved for nearly a week and ran your thumb back and fourth across his prickly skin. "javi... javi, baby.." as you try to speak softly to snap him out of it, it seems to only make it worse as he jumps away from your touch; only resulting in a slight cringe forming on your face. the idea that you're only making it worse for him feels horrible, not even wanting to think about what he must be experiencing in whatever dream it is he's having. "please baby, wake up, its just a dream... i'm here." continuing to stroke his cheek, you watch as he lets out a loud gasp and his eyes go flying open and he sits up, looking around frantically as if he was trying to find out where he was. this is only one of many times you've had to do this, needing to wake him up softly and remind him that he was safe with you. it pained you to see him so shaken by a dream. you had to wonder how much more of this line of work he was going to be able to take. the more time you spent watching columbia slowly chip away at the man you loved, you tried to pretend that every time you watched him walk out of the door for work that you weren't worried it may have been his last. you tried to pretend that you weren't always noticing his dark circles and the way he'd grunt out in pain from the smallest movements. being in the dea was slowly killing him and neither of you even wanted to admit it. you know better than to ever try and convince him to quit, you've known him long enough to know how stubborn of a man he is; and that if you tried to tell him about the danger and how worried you were, it was only going to push him away in the end. the times you'd had to help him into bed when he came home drunk, the times you'd needed to help him dress his stitches or watch him take of his shirt only to be met with a bullet scratch on his shoulder. while being in the dea was slowly killing javi, watching it happen was just as slowly killing you. reaching forward, you cup his cheeks and force him to look you in the eyes; ignoring the way that his hands grip tightly onto your wrists. you've learnt to ignore things like this, it hurts when he grips your wrists so tightly, but you continue to tell yourself that he doesn't mean it; you know he doesn't mean it. you chose to love a broken man, and with all broken things, you needed to be prepared for occasionally gaining a few cracks yourself. the fear in his eyes is crystal clear, the way he looks at you as if he doesn't recognize you; its painful, but as his face shifts to one of a subtle recognition, you watch as he slowly sinks down from his fear and feel his grip on your wrists begin to relax bit by bit. stroking his cheeks, you smile softly and sit across from him on the bed, feeling his pulse thundering rapidly. "i'm right here javi, it's ok, your ok." your whispers finally seem to be working as he shuts his eyes, making an obvious attempt to slow down his breathing. he leans forward, resting his forehead on your collar as you stroke his back slowly, letting him try to calm down from whatever violent nightmare he was being forced to endure. you can feel his arms wrap around you as he pulls you closer, practically leaning against you as he breathes in your scent, just another way of being able to ground himself back into reality. in that one moment, every fight the two of you had ever had, the amount of time you'd spent crying over your worries, everything you've had to endure becomes worth it as you sit there in each others arms. he finally leans back to look at you, letting one of his hands rest on the back of your head as he brings you in to lay a kiss on your forehead, shutting his eyes and taking another deep breath. without saying anything, he leans back down to lay on the bed, pulling you with him so that you were laying your head on his chest; his arms remaining tightly wound around you with little to no intention of letting you go. just as you had no intention of leaving. "im sorry.." you whispered out softly, beginning to draw invisible patterns on his bare chest with your finger tips. "i was just so fucking scared that i lost you.." you confessed, letting you voice crack as your vision became foggy. he didn't reply at first, but you felt his breathing tense. you didn't want to ask what it was that he was dreaming about, but based upon his reaction, you wondered whether or not that was the subject matter of his dream, losing you or losing himself. when he finally spoke, it was deep and croaky, just as his voice always was after it had been sleeping; a voice you'd heard whispering sweet nothings and pillow talk in the mornings; the voice that would softly tell you goodbye followed by a kiss on your forehead whenever javi would leave early in the mornings and you'd stay in bed. "please don't cry, hermosa. please don't be sorry." by the sound of his voice you could tell that he felt bad, it wasn't hard to tell that the both of you were hurt over the argument; your high emotional intensity mixed with javi being worn out was a deadly mix that was bound to end badly. turning to look up at him, you rested your chin on his chest and sighed. javi stared back at you, reaching up to fix the hair that had fallen in front of your face; allowing his hand to linger purely so he could cup your cheek. shutting your eyes, you leaned into his touch; now unable to stop a few tears from escaping and rolling down your cheeks only to be quickly wiped up by javi's thumb as if he couldn't bear to watch them fall. "te amo." he whispered, reaching for your hand and bringing the back of it to his lips, laying a soft kiss on the skin. laying your head back down on his chest and shutting your eyes, you allowed yourself to begin drifting back to sleep, now finding such a task monumentally easier now that you were back in javi's arms. "i love you too."

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deniigi · 3 years

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my supervisor fucked me over with all my other coworkers present. can I request a one shot from you to cheer me up featuring Sammy?

Did I give y’all the fic about the hotpot?

Well if I didn’t, I’m giving it to you now.

Title: hotpot

Summary: Ganke checks the comments for the Blindspot comic daily and there’s this one asshole anon who keeps talking shit about BT.

The Blindspot comic went live in the fall and Ganke couldn’t stop checking the hit count every five seconds. All night there had only been ten hits.

He told himself not to be disappointed. The only person who really mattered had read and loved the comic.

Miles said that BT had even forced everyone on the team to read an abridged version of Journey to the West, and had gone as far as to make a quiz to determine everyone’s character.

Miles refused to disclose who he’d gotten.

BT had clearly rigged the game to make himself Sun Wukong and Ganke was proud of him.

That kind of enthusiasm was exactly what he’d been hoping for, anything else now was just icing on the cake.

Even though it would be cool if it wasn’t just BT reading his own comics.

That would be pretty cool, right? Like. If people online all started reading BT’s comic. That would be sort of amazing.

Kind of excellent.

Definitely worthy of an A+ and double pats on the back.

Right?

The hit counter didn’t think so. But hey, five more people had opened the page since last night. That was something, wasn’t it?

MM: dude why not just ask Sam to tweet out the link?

How dare you, Miles Morales.

How dare you waltz into this place with logical thought.

GL: I can’t do that. That’s like. Idk. Inflating the views.

MM: okay yeah explain to me how appealing to the person in control of the largest part of his own fandom is inflating the views

GL: I see your logic and I’m banishing it

MM: I’m messaging him

GL: DON’T

MM: too late

MM: he says ‘gimme link’

GL: asdksjsjdks

@blindspot: hi I know y’all can’t get enough of me to the point of asking shockingly invasive questions and for you I say good news! Some amazing folks have gone through the trouble of making a Blindspot comic. it’s good guys check it out [link]

It helped.

A lot.

It helped a lot.

People, on the whole, had great things to say. The panels were screenshotted and tagged and sent all over social media and even though Miles was pretending to be chill and aloof about the whole thing, Ganke could imagine him smiling big and bright and white at his phone non-stop.

Mom and Auntie saw a few of the bits on Twitter and tittered over them in the kitchen like pigeons.

The pride rose like a wave. Ganke kept waiting for the crash.

It came two days later in the form of a comment that read ‘Christ, look at all this fuss. BT is fine. I hate his brother.’

It felt like someone punching the wind out of Ganke’s lungs.

He took comfort in the handful of people who leapt in to shout down the commenter. They emphasized that if the anonymous commenter didn’t like the story or the characters, then they didn’t have to read it and they, especially, didn’t have to say anything about it.

Ganke appreciated those guys. He got the feeling that a lot of the people on there knew that the whole thing had been done but a couple of kids.

Not that Anon cared.

Anon replied to all these comments ‘No, I’m gonna keep reading, thanks. Anyways, the brother is lame. The smart part is cool, but why’s it always gotta be a guy?’

The part that haunted Ganke even after he’d shut his laptop and had gone to stick his head out the window for some big breaths of cleansing air was that Anon was kind of right.

GL: should we have made Guotin’s brother a sister?

MM: no

GL: why not?

MM: cause BT’s always wanted a brother

Oh.

Okay. Then it was fine?

MM: yeah man ignore them. it’s chill.

GL: k thanks my ego is huge and fragile

MM: trust me I know

Asshole. Fine, moving right along.

It didn’t stop. Anon commented on every page. Every. Single. Page.

Ganke didn’t know what to do or say. On the one hand, clearly this person was dedicated and deeply engaged with the comic, on the other hand, they needed a Rude Alert button. Ganke wondered if Ned could code one for them and them only.

The latest of their fury was directed at the big reveal in the second issue—BT’s face.

Having now met Sam, BT, Blindspot, Ganke’s whole image of him had changed.

He was not conventionally attractive as far as like, K-Pop idols and famous Chinese dudes went. His eyes were puffy and narrow and his face was round everywhere but the jaw. He leaned more towards ‘cute’ than ‘sexy,’ which Ganke sort of loved about him.

He was friendly. Stressed and grumpy and feisty as hell, yeah, but first and foremost friendly.

Miles claimed that he called it his ‘number one asset in employability.’ Which was wild because hello, Blindspot.

Obviously, BT couldn’t help his face. But Miles and Ganke could help Guotin’s.

Ganke had sent Miles about fifteen different images of Chinese celebrities and had told him to do his worst. They’d reviewed the final few drafts and had picked one that was most like a young Chen Kun. His face was more oval-shaped than BT’s. His chin and lips were slimmer but more defined. He was pretty, but not so pretty as to be called ‘feminine,’ which Ganke thought was a solid compromise between ‘handsome as sin’ and ‘looks like he’s got a quirky sense of humor.’

Anon hated him.

Anon thought that he looked like an idol, and they were not here for it.

They told ‘the artist’ to give him a mole or something, anything to make him look ‘less pristine. God, I can smell him from here and he smells like Dior and staph habitat.’

Ganke had to look up what a staph infection was. He regretted it. He asked Miles if they should censor Anon.

Miles said ‘mmmmm, idk it’s not like they aren’t saying anything that isn’t true.’

Ganke resented that. Clearly this was defamation of BT. This person hated him and was taking their feeling out on the comic.

MM: I mean yeah but it’s not like they’re talking about the comic, man. They’re talking about the style and like, thinking about it, a mole or smth to help you tell him apart from other folks would kind of be helpful. Like, especially if we ever put him in a crowd, you know?

HHHHHH.

Fine.

Anon could stay. But they were on thin ice.

It was hard not to be bitter about Anon’s comments, especially when they arrived daily, as though Anon knew exactly what they were doing and which page they’d left off at. They couldn’t possibly be reading the comic one page at a time, this was intentional.

Ganke’s jaw hurt from all the tooth grinding he’d endured as of late.

This latest one read ‘yo, has BT ever mentioned fighting with a sword? I don’t recall him mentioning. Someone should take that thing away from him before someone loses an eye—or maybe even two.’

That felt like a pointed jibe.

That turned the churning irritation in Ganke’s gut into something much, much colder.

Did Anon know about BT’s black and blue eyes? How could they know? Was it a coincidence? It seemed to be more than a coincidence.

The pile of critiques was growing bigger and bigger, and now that Ganke thought about it, they all seemed to take issue with things that didn’t match the real Blindspot’s personality.

It was as if they knew him.

GL: miles did you read the new comment from AnonTheAsshole?

MM: lol yeah

GL: tell me if I’m talking out my ass or whatever but like

GL: you don’t think they could be Muse, could they?

Silence.

MM: oh no

Yeah. Fuck.

MM: chances are low.

GL: they know so much tho??

MM: might be stalker? Maybe someone who’s over-invested in BT’s social media pages?

GL: maybe.

MM: hold on let me ask Spidey to screen it

GL: does he know Muse?

MM: no, but he’s paranoid and he’ll get Wade to be paranoid with him, and then they can decide whether its worth giving to DD for verification. He knows Muse.

Ganke’s head was spinning. His fingers shook with guilt and the thought of Muse’s pale body hunched over a secret, cracked cell phone in a high security prison who knew where.

In Ganke’s head, he smiled wider and wider, until the skin on his cheeks cracked. He dug out scraps of paper and redrew Blindspot—Sam—with gaping holes for eyes and a screaming mouth and he drew dismembered corpses in black lakes and he laughed.

He just kept laughing.

MM: hey ganke

MM: it’s going to be okay. It’s just a comic. I’m sure AnonTheAsshole is a stalker. They’re not threatening anyone.

MM: Sam can deal with a stalker. And we can too, okay?

There was a reason that Miles was a hero. Ganke wiped at his eyes and swallowed.

GL: okay. Thanks for doing that.

MM: 👍🏾

It took a few hours because Spidey and Deadpool had lives outside of being Spidey and Deadpool, but not so long that Ganke ran out of nails to chew.

Miles messaged him back and said that Spidey had read through everything and ‘escalated it.’ This meant that whatever he’d seen had caused him enough concern to take it to DP.

Miles said that he’d get back to Ganke with DP’s verdict as soon as he had it. In the meantime, he’d run the comments by the other Spideypeople and they thought that it most likely wasn’t malevolent but was maybe something to keep an eye on in the meantime. He tacked onto all, somewhat stiltedly, that he had a weird feeling all of the sudden. The pink Spidey’s tone had changed. She’d shut down and gone cagey, which allegedly wasn’t like her at all. Then she’d told the taller guy to DM her and they’d vanished from the chat. Miles wasn’t sure what was going on there or if maybe they knew something about stuff going on that he didn’t, but he wasn’t super comfortable with it.

GL: crossing my fingers its nothing?

MM: same man, same.

DP escalated it.

Ganke couldn’t stay still in his room. There was no comfortable place to sit or stand or lay. There was nothing to do that would make him stop thinking about everything.

MM: It’s gonna be fine, man, DD always knows what to do.

Miles kept saying that for every step of the way, and yet here they were. Double escalated. Ganke wasn’t so sure he even knew what was happening anymore.

That was scary. Miles was supposed to be part of the in-crowd.

MM: Wade doesn’t think it’s anything that can’t be nipped in the bud.

That was easy for a contract assassin to say, wasn’t it?

MM: he says that you and I are fine. Doesn’t see any links there. Waiting on DD for confirmation of tone.

Hurry up, Daredevil. Your apprentice’s life might be about to take a nosedive into a heap of trash.

Two hours. One text.

MM: >:/

Ganke couldn’t contain the bubble of laughter.

GL: good news?

MM: [image]

He opened it.

SC: HANNAH YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE. STOP BEING A BITCH ON MAIN

HC: You can’t tell me what to do

SC: I CAN

HC: Mom he’s being MEAN

SC: Mom she’s scaring children online

HC: I scare children everywhere I go why are these ones special???

SC: Because I said so

HC: that doesn’t fucking work Samuel you’re not her

SC: I am your older brother

SC: your ELDEST brother

HC: YOU AINT SHIT

SC: THEY DON’T COUNT

SC: HALFSIES COUNT

What.

MM: so.

MM: she’s not Muse.

MM: Red’s laughing his ass off at all of us for taking this to a level three

GL: wait I don’t understand

MM: Hannah is Sam’s little sister. She’s found a new hobby in our website.

Blindspot’s little sister was reading the comic??? Holy shit.

GL: she hates him?

MM: no I’ve been informed that they would literally commit murder for each other but this is how they express love.

No way. Siblings were wild.

GL: so we’re good?

MM: [image]

SC: apologize 🔪

HC: eat my ass

SC: apologize or else

HC: or else what? You gonna come in here and sit on me? Huh? Huh????

SC: I know your email password. All 3 you cycle through. What was his name? Uuuuuuuuuh Jing?

HC: you fucking bastard

SC: Hi Jing, it’s me, Hannah. I’ve been in mad crush with you since sophomore year. Please notice me senpai 😖

HC: Die

SC: kill me

HC: I will.

The giggles that came this time were a mix of relief and genuine intrigue. This lady read the comic every day. She took the time to scroll through pictures of her brother being an absolute lunatic and fighting with a huge monkey. Then she hopped into that comment box and took him—not Miles, not Ganke, specifically Blindspot--down a peg.

She must miss him a lot. Ganke wondered if this was her way of keeping him in her thoughts.

MM: I don’t think we’re getting a sorry, man. DD says Sam’s been at this all morning and has been tricked into apologizing himself twice

GL: so you’re saying that she’s an evil genius

MM: idk but she’s def Sam’s main nemesis. I always thought that older siblings got like, rights or something over younger ones, but idk anymore. Angel says this is normal.

GL: do you think she misses him?

Miles took a long time to respond.

MM: yeah

Yeah, Ganke thought so, too.

GL: should we change Guo tin’s brother’s name to ‘hamish?’

MM: ASDLDSDSFKdsjf

MM: one moment.

MM: sam says yes. Hannah says that she thinks our comic is shit and we need to draw everything uglier

GL: she’s kind of funny

MM: 👀perhaps she would like to be a consultant?

GL: 👀👀👀👀

MM: brb asking

MM: sam says no. Hannah says she’s got better things to do than proofread comics on the internet. She’s also not sorry. She wants that to be clear. DD says that the conversation has moved from English to Chinese and to maybe duck and cover for now. He says all is good tho. Thanks for checking in.

MM: Muse doesn’t use punctuation and talks in riddles, so if we get any of that, we’re supposed to send it to DP right away.

Oh, nice. That was a relief.

MM: oh

MM: sam wants to put us in a chat. Can I give him your number?

Uh, only if he wanted Ganke to hyperventilate.

GL: sure

[GL has been added to a Secure Chat]

It was a page of characters and emojis that were somehow more menacing than Ganke had ever seen them before. Miles popped a little waving hand into the fray, as though testing the waters, but the characters just carried on scrawling around it.

Ganke wasn’t quite sure what to do.

GL: hi? Are y’all okay?

There was finally a pause. Then a few shorter lines of characters. And then finally, Blindspot switched from Chinese to English.

SC: yes we’re FINE. We’re GREAT. Aren’t we, sibling from hell?

HC: who’re you? Why are you in our family chat? This is a family only zone, can’t you read?

SC: God Hannah he’s Korean don’t be a dick

HC: I can’t not be I learned it from you

SC: fair but pretend in the face of company

HC: okay fine. Hello losers.

MM: adksadfadsdfldfsldf

MM: hi

GL: hi?

SC: go on

HC: UGH

HC: fine

HC: I didn’t mean to shit talk your creation. Only my brother.

SC: also a sin, we’ll get to that later

HC: no one cares about you Samuel, stop spreading lies

SC: you first. We both know this is no lie, my white dad cares about me a whole lot

HC: well we can’t all have white dads now can we

SC: don’t be jealous

MM: lol you really call Matt your white dad??

HC: who is this person and how do they know our mutual parent’s name?

SC: this is not a mutual parent situation how many times have we been through this. He’s mine. Get your own.

MM: hi! 👋🏾I’m Bitsy! Spidey no. 4

GL: I’m his friend. He draws the comic. I write it.

HC: oh. nerd children x2

HC: anyways yeah Matt is our dad

SC: ffs

MM: he’s sort of dadly ig.

HC: ?? oho

SC: mind your face. Think about your face. Think about how much you like your face.

HC: little spider, did you not hear?

SC: kay everyone out. We’re done here

MM: hear what?

HC: lol Sammy you didn’t tell them about how Matthew Mcconaughey adopted you in all ways but paperwork?

Ganke held his phone away from his face as far as it would go.

MM: …wait are you for real?

SC: no. okay out.

HC: awwww Sammy so shy now. What are you embarrassed about? It’s cute.

SC: Hannah literally shut up I’m not playing

HC: damn okay sorry

MM: can I be honest?

SC: no

MM: I’m going to be anyways: I think we all sorta knew.

SC: …

HC: right?

SC: what does that even mean?

MM: idk, it just felt right, you know? You two are always fussing at each other and red lost his shit that time you got shot. He doesn’t treat you the way he treats the rest of us and we’re his teammates. He doesn’t even treat spidey like he treats you. So like, yeah. It fits.

MM: I’m really happy for you guys.

MM: is there a reason it’s a secret?

Ganke eased himself back down onto the mattress. This was real. This was like, actual, real information. Something that he and like, four other people in the world now knew.

He kind of wanted to forget it. It didn’t feel right to know.

SC: I dunno.

HC: if sam has an honest emotion towards anything he has to calculate its weight so he can make space for it in his collection of satellites.

MM: wh

SC: you’re so not funny.

HC: it’s called emotional repression, darling. It’s all the rage in this family.

MM: oh

MM: so that’s why you and Red get on so well

SC: HHHHHHH

HC: HA

SC: okay but listen his is different, I’ve only seen him cry at his wedding. I cry at least 4 times a week. Obviously under the bed, but that can’t be emotional repression. That’s expression. That’s clearly expression

HC: I can make the old man cry watch me

SC: please don’t I’ll die

MM: awwwww

SC: shut up it doesn’t even matter.

MM: AWWWWWW

SC: LEAVE ALREADY

MM: no I like it here. I want to hear you talk about how much you love your white dad

SC: I don’t. He loves me. I’m fine with this because it results in food, shelter, and continued employment.

HC: uh huh

SC: I’m using him

HC: yeah because you’re like the most manipulative person I know.

SC: thank you

HC: /sarcasm

SC: I know I ignored it.

MM: so wait why do you actually pretend like you hate him tho?

SC: wh

SC: what the fuck am I supposed to do? Just go on up for a cuddle? Have you met Matt? The second someone starts crying, he finds trash to take out to the bins. Hell no. Life is easier for everyone if I stab him with a stick and he kicks my ass in training. It’s fine.

HC: Sam is learning how to be a Manly Man. This is step one.

SC: I’m plenty manly

HC: you’re what mom imagined as manly

SC: which is perfect. That’s all I need.

HC: mama’s boy

SC: must suck to suck, no one’s kid.

Wow. Ganke had never been more glad that he didn’t have a sister.

GL: That’s kind of cool, though.

GL: that you and DD are close like that I mean.

GL: Its different from all the other mentor/mentee superheroes we see who like, sort of hate each other.

SC: wh

SC: OH. you mean Peter and Kate. Peter doesn’t actually hate Stark, fyi. And Kate calls Hawkeye the Old bi-weekly to make sure he’s still breathing. It’s actually pretty normal.

MM: he doesn’t mean like that Sam. I mean, like those guys don’t associate with their Olds now that they’re grown up and stuff, but you and DD stick together. It’s like you’re family.

MM: and that’s super cool. Idk if Spidey would ever consider me family. I don’t think he wants that for us.

SC: I?

SC: oh shit

HC: CLARITY ON THIS FINE DAY. What was your name again, tiny spider?

MM: miles

HC: PRAISE BE TO MILES

HC: AN EMOTION WAS HAD

SC: get fucked

HC: An epiphany was obtained!

SC: would you shut up

HC: Something has finally permeated that non-porous, two-inch thick skull of my esteemed eldest brother

SC: I’m your only brother

HC: you’re not

SC: they don’t fucking count

HC: now will you FINALLY invite our mutual dad to hotpot?

SC: Hannah he doesn’t want to come to hot pot we’ve talked about this. it’s too spicy for him.

HC: I’ll make it 1/3 less spicy

SC: that’s still too spicy

HC: I’ll make it 2/5 less spicy

SC: 3/5

HC: listen

HC: I have all this fucking equipment that SOMEONE left here callously

MM: what’s hotpot?

SC: 👀

HC: 👀

GL: 👀

SC: well fuck

HC: EYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

GL: have we never taken you with us for hotpot???

MM: no?? is this the sticks?

HC: can be. Where do you live?

SC: Hannah no

HC: Hannah yes. We’ll make one here. You’ll make one there.

SC: do you know how much shit I’ll have to buy? Where are we gonna put it?

HC: this wouldn’t be a problem if you’d taken your goddamn inheritance with you to SF

SC: HHHHHH

MM: you guys are actually being serious?

HC: I am. I am here all on my lonesome. Abandoned by my only kin. I require enrichment.

SC: try doing your fucking homework

HC: did anyone hear something?

MM: lololololol I like you

HC: 😊

SC: wh

SC: oh no. No no no.

SC: you two don’t get to be friends

HC: come here bb pspspspspspsps

MM: I’m here

HC: got ‘im. Let’s have hotpot. Sammy send me resippy. We’ll do it together over video so I don’t fuck it up.

SC: I’ve got to go. This has been traumatizing.

HC: byeeeeeeeeeeee

HC: is he gone? Hell yeah, he’s gone.

HC: hey thanks for making that comic thing. It’s hella rad. He loves it. Mom used to call him Monkey when he was little.

GL: omg aw

HC: ikr? P cute. He misses her a lot so I think it brought back good memories. Anyways, I’m actually going to make hotpot. Come over and have some with me, it’s more fun with more people.

MM: you’re not joking

HC: nope, it’s been ages since your whole team has gotten together, right? Ask them to do it. I’m a shit cook, but Sam’ll show us how not to screw it up. And he’s playin’, he’s totally down to hang out with us. We never had more than three people. It’ll be new. Exciting. Enriching even.

MM: are you secretly a nice person, Hannah?

HC: the fuck do you mean ‘secret’??? I’m a delight.

MM: Okay I’ll ask the team and my mom

MM: ganke?

HC: 👀

That—

Sounded kind of nice?

GL: I’ll ask my mom.

HC: nice. You can tell them that it’s a friends dinner or whatever. Idc. I promise I’m not going to kidnap and murder you. I’ve got like, class and work and shit. I don’t have time for that.

MM: 👍🏾

GL: 👍🏼

HC: great here I’ll message you my number. This is legit our sibs chat so Sam’ll freak if you’re still here when he gets back.

MM: thank you! And sorry for thinking you were muse!!

GL: yeah that too

HC: lol np ttyl

That…had really just happened, hadn’t it?

Ganke needed to sit down even though he was already sitting down.

GL: they’re so nice???

MM: ikr?

GL: are you actually going to ask your mom?

MM: Im gonna ask BT if its cool first. Then yeah. Why not? Our team really hasn’t gotten together in a minute. Everyone’s been super busy. It would be a nice change of pace, and if everyone brings smth then Hannah doesn’t have to pay for anything.

MM: ah, Sam says it’s okay. He says sorry his sister is weird and that he’ll make sure she doesn’t poison us.

GL: I kind of love her

MM: same

MM: okay will check in with the others. Talk to you later.

GL: yeah see you later

Damn, at this rate, Ganke’s family was going to triple in size, and all thanks to a comic.

Before he left for downstairs, he made a note to make Guo tin’s brother snarkier.

#fic #inimitable verse #blindspot #samuel chung #miles morales #ganke lee

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mizunetzu · 4 years

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oh my gosh no way~ 💙

happy birthday, sunshine <3<3

Omgeeee tyyyy

Also I’m sorry I’m using ur hbd as a request but I can’t edit my posts unless I’m answering smth so iM SORRY HAHAHA HERES A KUROO DRABBLE

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Drabble - Kuroo x popular male reader

⚠️warnings - none

Pronouns - male, he/him

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There are days Kuroo Tetsurou really, really, really hates (L/n) (Y/n).

Well, not so much hate him, more like ‘hates when he’s whisked away by stupid fangirls when he’s hanging out with him.’ Seriously, it’s only been about 15 minutes, and girls are already swarming him.

Stupid girls. Stupid (Y/n). They literally just arrived at a ramen shop, and he was already occupied with his harem from Nekoma. Kuroo ran a hand through his messy hair. They haven’t even stepped inside for crying out loud.

“R-really-! I gotta go!” He heard (Y/n) say. Some girls whimpered, their faces deflating animatedly. “I came here to hang out with my friend Tetsurou and-“

(Y/n) let out a ‘omph?’, when Kuroo grabbed his waist and ran a thumb against his lips. The girls, and (Y/n), went quiet.

“(Y/n)-kun~ Can we go now? I want you and your cute self in my arms faster.”

(Y/n) deadpanned. Kuroo shot him a look that screamed ‘Dude I’m so sorry, no homo...play along-I’m getting impatient and I wanna eat.’

He was about to say ‘no’, until he heard the squeals and giddy whispers from the few girls around them. (Y/n) caught on.

He ‘shyly’ nuzzled his cheek into Kuroos palm, using his other hand to to cup his other cheek. Mustering up the best embarrassed face he could, he averted his gaze from Kuroo. “Tetsu-chan...not in public...”

Kuroo stifled a snicker as the girls audibly squealed. The power of boys love. (Y/n) stomped on Kuroos foot harshly, drawing up a quiet grunt from him.

“Hm? Not in public?” Kuroo pretended to look around, avoiding eye contact with the 5 girls around them. It was pretty easy though, he was almost 6’1, while the average female height in Japan was 4’11. He practically towered over them. “I don’t see anyone here.”

It was (Y/n’s) turn to snicker internally. The girls were practically eating this up. Good thing he forced Kuroo to watch romance anime's with him. It was exceedingly moe. (Y/n) ‘blushed harder’, and turned to the girls.

“I-I’m sorry-I have to go now...” he stuttered. The girls covered their smiles and squeals with their dainty hands.

“I-it’s alright, (L/n)-kun!” One of them squeaked out. The rest nodded eagerly. “You...seem to have your hands full.”

They all giggled and dispersed, leaving the two standing there, arms still somewhat tangled in eachother.

(Y/n) wove his way out of Kuroo’s hands. “Dude...thought they’d never leave-“

Kuroo erupted into a string of laughter. His throaty laugh echoed in the streets. (Y/n) started chucking a bit himself.

“Dude-your first instinct when I grab your waist was to act like an anime girl?” Kuroo mimicked (Y/n’s) voice, wrapping an arm around his own waist and placing a hand on his cheek. “N-not in public, Tetsurou-senpai~! Kyaa~!”

(Y/n) sputtered. “I-I did not say that! Stupid! Plus,“ (Y/n) ruffled his hair up, and used half of it to cover his eye. He gave his best shit eating smirk. “‘I don’t see anyone here~’ Dude-just because you’re built like a beanstalk doesn’t mean that would’ve worked!”

“But it did work.”

“I meant-like, all the time!” (Y/n) sighed, wiping sweat away from his brow. He chuckled. “You should pretend to be my boyfriend way more. You’re hot, I’m pretty, perfect boy’s love tag team. I bet they’ll leave me alone if you do.”

Kuroo pursed his lips into a fine line, before changing it into a smirk. “Why can’t I be your real boyfriend?”

“Uh-cause I’m a man?” (Y/n) chuckled. He turned around, pushing open the door to the ramen shop. “And I mean there’s nothing wrong with men dating other guys, but like-you smell like body spray and sweat. And we’re best buds. Right?”

Kuroo stood silent for a bit.

“Yeah.”

(Y/n) started talking about something that sounded like white noise to Kuroo. They walked inside the small shop, Kuroo trailing slightly behind (Y/n) as he rambled about something. It’s hard to compensate when you pretty much acted like a twinky couple with your popular crush in front of a hoard of his fans.

And by god, holding him by the waist was the greatest 10 seconds of Kuroos life.

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kosmosguk · 4 years

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5 days of spooktober~ #5: opportunity

day #5: grim reaper jungkook x reader

word count: 1.8k

summ. would you give up freedom for the opportunity to live once more unhindered by illness? your answer was clear as you took the hand of the grim reaper.

warnings: smut, illness, death, dubcon themes, yandere themes, explicit language, violence, car accident, manipulation

a/n: HAPPY HALLOWEEN! oh my god, we’re finally at the last day and this feels surreal??? Did i actually finish a drabble thing or did i just finish a drabble thing?? EXCITING, NEVER BEEN DONE BEFORE, SHOWSTOPPING. exhausted af (had a full on emotional breakdown yesterday so that was smth) so this story was very vavoom rushed. Thank you for celebrating spooktober with me, and see you next time with Lineage pt. 4.

Ah, so this was the end. The beeping of the machine next to you seemed to slow and slow, and you could only inhale in a shaky breath as your eyelids slipped closed, and you sunk into what you were sure was your death.

Your feet were bare, and the cold of the white ground sunk into your skin. You were in a white room, in which there was nothing but you and the hooded being across from you. It loomed, its presence dark like the deep color of its cloak, and you shivered as your eyes landed on the chain of skulls around its waist.

“Do you want to live?’’ the being asked you, its voice more human than you thought it would be.

You glanced back at your shoulder, and you saw a glimpse of yourself in that hospital bed, pale and barely breathing as your sobbing mother clung to your lifeless wrist. You felt tears prick at your eyes, and you tried to suck them back in with a shaky breath, but they refused to stop, and they were endlessly rolling over your cheeks in salty splashes of water.

“I…I don’t want to be sick anymore. I want to live! I’ll do anything,’’ you were pleading, your shoulders trembling as you crumpled,” Please, I died so young. I want another—I want…an-another chance to make my mom not worry and…and I want to be able to go outside and run and just…Please! I want to live!’’

The being asked you, its voice even slower as each word rolled out of its shadowy mouth.

“What would you do to live again? If those wishes were fulfilled…what would you do in exchange?’’

“Anything!’’ the word burst out of your mouth before you could stop yourself.

“Then become my bride. In exchange for a brief moment of life, you will remain by my side for eternity. You will watch as I take one life after another and remember that at one point, I had once given you life. Will you agree?”

You nodded your head fiercely. In that moment, desperation clouded your thoughts, and it was desperation that choked you with unmerciful hands.

Beep, beep, beep.

You woke up to the sound of your alarm blaring, and you blinked, surprised. Weren’t you…weren’t you supposed to be dead?

There was something heavy and warm wrapped around your stomach, and your head turned quickly as you made eye contact with a strange man in your bed. You let out a shrill scream and pushed yourself up quickly, nearly falling off the bed and taking the sheets down with you.

“Who are you?’’

The man was awake now, having pushed himself up to a seated position, and he looked confused as he looked at your clearly panicked face.

“Babe? Are you okay?’’ his voice was groggy from sleep, and you flinched at the look of confusion on his face.

“No! I’m not okay! Why are you calling me babe, and…What’s going on? I’m supposed to be d—,’’ your frantic voice cut off, and you let out a gasp as your hands flew to your mouth. Was this what that being had meant?

You forced a smile and rubbed your face with your hands.

“Sorry, I was…I had a really bad dream.”

His face furrowed, and your heart fluttered at how much of a puppy he looked like. He opened his arms and smiled gently,” Come here, babe. That dream must have been bad.”

You burrowed yourself in his arms and practically melted in his warmth. You had spent your life stuck in hospitals, switching from doctor to doctor, and you never had time or strength to go out and even look for romance in your life.

You froze when you felt his hand go underneath your pajama shirt, his palms slightly rough as he cupped one of your tits in his hand. You jolted, a soft muffled moan falling from your lips as he rolled a thumb over your nipple.

“Mmm…wait, I’m,” you shivered as his other hand slipped into your panties—you were painfully aware of the lack of pants you had on, especially since one of his fingers was already deeply pressed into your trembling walls. You had never even touched a guy’s hand before, but now you were about to fuck someone who was supposed to be your boyfriend. You tried to push him away, but you were already in his grasp, and his strength made it clear that he wasn’t letting you go.

“Sorry, babe; you’re just so pretty this morning. I wanna fuck your cute little pussy. Can I do that, baby?’’ There was no gentleness in his voice, and it seemed like he wasn’t quite asking you for your permission. You heard him shuffle to move his pants out of the way, and you could only let out a shocked moan as he pushed your panties to the side and hefted you up onto his lap. You flinched at the feeling of the hot, heavy heat underneath your bare pussy.

You were trembling as his cock pried open your pussy walls and you sunk onto it, inch by inch.

You shouldn’t have been feeling this good. It was your first time, but the body you had been reborn in didn’t care. It parted easily for his cock, and you could only keen needily, scratching at his clothed back with blunt nails, as he burrowed himself deep within you.

You couldn’t move. You stiffened, and your walls clamped down tightly, forcing his breath to come out as a hiss between his lips. He placed his hands around your hips and guided you up and down and up…Oh God, your moans were getting louder and breathier and your mind was spinning as he pounded into you.

Your toes curled, and you squeezed your eyes shut, your hands balling into fists as you peaked into a never been known before pleasure. You felt him cumming in you, and you could only twitch and let out heavy pants as you came down from your high.

You were still on his lap, with his cock buried deep in you, when you felt him shift his hips a little, forcing his cock against a place in your pussy that left your mind spinning once more.

“One more round?’’ his voice was breathless and roughened, and for a moment, as you meekly nod, your mind flashed images of the hooded figure standing across from you in that blank white room while your mother wept behind you, a world away.

You were on your first year in this new life when you finally could walk past the hospital you spent most of your previous life in. Those memories blurred, until all that remained was the scent of bleach and the sound of dripping fluid. New memories began to replace them.

You celebrated your first birthday here with your mom, and for once she did not weep as she held your hand. She smiled and sang, clapping her hands in joy as you blew out your candles with ease. Before, even exerting your lungs left you weakened, and so your mom would blow them out for you.

You celebrated your first chance at romance with your boyfriend. He had given you roses, pink and soft and so unlike the flowers that had once wilted by your bedside, and had held you like you were his anchor that night.

You celebrated your friends. Even though you had not known them well, you felt as if you clicked, like puzzle pieces. You laughed until your lungs hurt and saw the world through different eyes.

And it is as you were reflecting these new memories that your new chance of life was shattered. You heard brakes and the squealing of wheels and there was a blinding pain as your body was thrown against the pavement.

You caught sight of that hospital and made eye contact with a girl staring at you from the window, and when you blinked your eyes, you were back in that white room again with that hooded figure across from you.

“When you meant brief,’’ your laugh was bitter, and your voice echoed in the room,” you meant brief. Did you have to end my life like this? Could I not have passed away at 90 with three grandchildren and the satisfaction of a long life?’’

The hooded figure reached its arm up, the chain of skulls clinking together, and you raised an eyebrow at how human its flesh looked like. You watched, your breath suddenly caught in your throat, as it pushed the hood over its head and revealed its face.

“Kook?’’

The face of your boyfriend was across from you.

“We had a contract, and a deal’s a deal. You had a brief moment of happiness that not many are allowed, and in exchange…you remember our deal, don’t you?’’ Your boyfriend stretched out a hand…Was he even your boyfriend now?

You sucked in a breath of disbelief and shook your head. You glimpsed back at the sight of your past life; the new life that you thought you could live had been taken so quickly, and it ended with a bloodied you against the street.

“No more deals, I suppose, Kook,’’ your voice was acrid,” Or can I even call you that anymore?’’

You saw the being’s lips twitch up in a smile, and your heart dropped at the resemblance the smile had with Jungkook. Well, you suppose the being was Jungkook, just like Jungkook was the being.

“Call me that as you may. It is of my own pleasure that you view at me so favorably, my wife,” the being spoke.

You had imagined him calling you his wife once, when you were a human and you thought he was human. He would tenderly hold you, stroke your cheek, and whisper of the affection he held for you. But now, there was no Jungkook that you could find in the callous eyes of a being who could only take lives.

You stepped forward and took his hand. The glimpses of your past life faded away, all except for one.

It would take you many, many years and many millions of souls later to realize that there was a Jungkook that loved you left in the eyes of the being, but that Jungkook had been distorted and decayed by the despair that came with life’s end until all was left was an unwavering dark callousness.

The Jungkook that was left would love you, but that love was what had confined you by his side, forcing you to watch as an eternity slipped through your dead fingertips.

#yandere bts #yandere #bts smut #jungkook x reader #yandere jungkook #bts #bts x reader #bts jungkook #bts fic #yandere fic #yandere smut #yandere lemon #jungkook smut #sis said see you next year...or not

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