#partners have ate* sorry it got cut off

[star-sim]

boy's night ☆ riki nishimura

☆ summary: riki had no game, no rizz, which was why he employed the help of his six friends to text you. warning: having seven boys on the phone trying to text a girl does not give good results! ☆ genre: fluff, all enhypen members make an appearance, boys being boys, very stupid, it's getting rizzy in here but clearly i have negative game ☆ warning(s)? no just silliness :3 ☆ word count: 1.7k words

"Oh my god, she texted me!" was the sentence that completely destroyed Jake Sim's house.

Tonight, Riki was having a sleepover at Jake's house. It was supposed to be a chill night, a night in which Riki could bask in his friends' presence before they went off to college again.

There were many perks to being the youngest in his friend group. It seemed like Heeseung, Jay, and Jake forever saw him as their baby, after all, when they all met as children, Riki was a snotty little four year-old, constantly tattling on the older boys. Regardless, it was nearly impossible for them to not fuss over him, constantly asking if he ate yet or if he needed help. Sunghoon teased the ever-living shit out of Riki, sure, but the older boy never hesitated to take Riki's side whenever there was an argument. Sunoo and Jungwon were closest to Riki in age, but that didn't stop them from watching over him closely, like mother cats stalking their cubs.

Though, there was one thing that Riki had to admit that he hated about being the youngest: he was the most inexperienced.

Whenever his friends got their 'firsts,' he was always too young to care. It seemed like all his friends got to experience their first crushes and heartbreaks almost simultaneously, only for them to not be there when Riki had his.

Even when he was now a senior in high school, he had absolutely no idea how to talk to girls.

He'd heard all the stories about Heeseung and his antics at college, all the flirting tips that Jake liked to give out to Sunghoon and Jay, and all the crazed texts that Sunoo and Jungwon sent as they went through relationships.

Even so, Riki had never experienced teenage love for himself.

Enter: You.

You were the cute girl that sat in front of him in his Macroeconomics class. If it wasn't for the fact that Riki absolutely hated Macro, he would blame the fact that you were just so pretty that he couldn't bring himself to focus on the lecture about the New York Stock Exchange.

Initially, Riki had no intention of pursuing you.

You were cute, obviously, but hearing you talk to your partner in class was enough for him. Plus, it wasn't like Riki had any experience— even if he wanted to talk to you, he had no idea how to!

Except, thanks to his nosy friends, your name had been discussed what felt like a million times by the end of the week.

"So... [Name], eh?" was the first thing Sunghoon said as Riki's camera turned on during their weekly weekend FaceTime calls.

"This is so exciting, Riki," Heeseung said as he joined the call.

"Wait, how do you know her again?" Sunoo's voice cut in. "Sorry, my Wi-Fi is bad. You said you know her from Macro?"

With a little more prying, his friends managed to get a middle-school level confession out of Riki.

"I-I just think she's really pretty, and like, she's really smart," Riki huffed, "I don't think she likes me like that— I've never even spoken to her! Like, I can't talk to women, I straight up am a mess and the other day—oh my god— she looked at me and I think I almost passed out. What do I do? I actually cannot do thi—

".... But you think she's pretty, right?"

And that's how Riki managed to get your phone number. With the help of his friends (that felt more like them feeding into his delusions), he worked up the courage to stutter out a simple question.

And when you smiled, nodding enthusiastically as you typed your contact into his phone, Riki felt his soul leave his body.

So, it wasn’t hard to imagine the havoc that engulfed Jake Sim's house (the place of the sleepover) as Riki's phone pinged, your contact name showing up.

It was already late at night, so the boys were raiding Jake's pantry to get midnight snacks. 

The moment that Riki announced that you had just, in fact, texted him first, everyone stopped in their tracks.

"Oh shit!" Jay shouted as he jumped over Jake's sofa, bowl of cereal still in hand.

The sound of crashing as Heeseung knocked over the ramen cups, as well as cutlery dropping abruptly and cabinets slamming filled the house.

"Oi, don't mess up my kitchen!" Jake yelled as his feet pounded against his stairs, scrambling so fast that he practically glided downstairs. After Jungwon spilled milk on his shirt, he was half-way through putting on a new shirt as he clambered down.

"What did she—" Sunoo pushed Jay out of the way, knocking the older boy over as he plopped down next to Riki on the living room carpet and peeked over his shoulder— "What did she say?!"

Within seconds, all six of his friends were huddled around Riki, pushing each other out of the way to catch a glimpse of what you said.

"Move your fatass head!"

"I can't see!"

As his friends argued, Riki stared at his phone, chewing on his bottom lip. His heart was pounding in his chest. He only saw the notification, and didn't see what you said yet.

What if you said something crazy, like "I just found out about that one time in first grade when you peed yourself at the playground" even though Riki and all his friends agreed to never speak of that incident again?! Or, what if you confessed your everlasting love for him in a long paragraph?

His head was spinning.

"Wait, did you open the message yet?!" Jungwon abruptly yelled into Riki's ear.

"No..." Riki answered slowly, watching the way all of his friends' once tense faces soften with relief.

"Oh my god," Jake sighed in relief.

"Phhhhheeewww!" Heeseung said dramatically.

"Why?" Riki frowned. "What's wrong with opening the message?"

"[Name] can see if you read her message if you open it," Sunghoon said matter-of-factly. 

"Why is that a bad thing?"

All of his friends groaned.

They taught him a trick: swipe just enough so that he could see the message, but not enough that the system marks it as read.

Hey, was all you said, much to Riki's relief.

"What do I say?" Riki asked, clutching his phone. His eyes flickered to his friends as he sucked his bottom lip under his teeth pensively. "How do I respond to this?"

"Just say 'hey' back!" Jay blurted.

"No!" Heeseung shook his head profusely. "Anything but that!"

"Why not? You want him to say haiiii instead?" Sunghoon nudged the older boy.

"No, no, no!" Jungwon reached across to smack Sunghoon's knee. "All of you are wrong."

Jungwon turned to Riki. "Just respond with an emoji."

They all groaned loudly.

"Okay, anything but a goddamn emoji!"

Riki ended up typing out a simple hey in response. He had to make Sunoo press send for him, squeezing his eyes shut. Riki immediately shut his phone off, placing it face down.

"I don't want to see if she responds or not!" Riki moaned. 

Within a minute or two, his phone pinged again.

"She responded!"

Even though you only asked, How was your day?, the entire house was once again invigorated. The boys shrieked, whooping and hitting Riki's shoulder, so loud that the house probably shook.

"Oh my god, it's happening!"

"Ouuuuu, she wants you, Riki!"

"Everyone shut the fuck up, it's time to lock in, oh my god it's actually happening—"

And just as everyone settled back down, ready to give Riki their mind-blowing advice, his phone dinged again.

[Attachment: 1 photo]. It was a silly picture of you, one of those cute ones that showed your eyes, clearly taken on the spot. 

"OHHHHHHHHHH!"

"Shewantsyousobadohmygo—"

According to Jake, if a girl sends you a picture of herself, no matter how silly or cute it is, she is head over heels for you.

"One message at a time!" Jay yelled over Jake's shoulder as they tried to figure out how to respond. "You need to answer her question first and then respond to the picture!"

"No! Don't respond to the picture!" Sunghoon, who was all the way in the guest bathroom, yelled from behind the bathroom door, his voice both booming and muffled. "She'll think you're weird!"

"I agree," Sunoo said.

"I agree," Jungwon mocked him in a nasally voice, earning a slap to the shoulder. "Just heart the picture!"

But their arguing fell upon deaf ears.

"Riki, what are you doing?!"

Riki was on his own, his heart beating at the tip of his fingers.

I hung out with my friends today and it was fun, how was yours? was his first response. Pressing on the picture, he responded, You look cute.

When Riki glanced over at his friends, they were sprawled across the floor, crying aloud dramatically.

"It's over."

"You're insane."

"Fumbled."

Riki threw a pillow at them. "I didn't fumble— Oh shoot, she's typing!"

The house was once again filled with screaming and crashing as they scampered to Riki's side.

You typed for a few moments. Everyone was at the edge of their seat, simply begging to see how you'd respond. But then, you stopped.

"Good game, guys."

"100% over."

Riki chewed on his thumb, his eyes glued to his phone screen. Did he creep you out? Was it weird for him to say that you looked cute? Did he fuck up?

But then you finally replied.

My day was just filled with homework, very boring, you replied. Maybe if I spent it with you it would have been more fun.

Oh.

My.

God.

Riki's hands shook as he typed back another response, completely ignoring the complete and utter disaster around him. He didn't know what came over him. He wouldn't say any of the things that he typed out loud, let alone to your face. It was like he was possessed by some spirit that gave him the courage to type. Without even noticing it, his heart was palpitating in his chest, his entire face, neck, and ears covered in a red shade.

I'm free tomorrow, he typed. 

"RIKI WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU—"

Okay, you simply responded. 12PM. The Block. Let's have fun.

"D-Did she just ask you out?"

Riki glanced at this phone, then at his friends, who stared at him with eyes as wide as saucers and their jaws dropped to the floor, then back at his phone. He blinked. "Yeah."

"Yes?!"

Riki blinked again. "Yeah."

.

.

.

And then it hit him.

"Oh my god, [Name] asked me out...!"

#enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #enhypen imagines #enhypen fic #niki enhypen #niki fluff #niki x reader #nishimura riki #riki imagines #riki fluff #riki x reader #nishimura riki x reader #nishimura riki fluff #riki enhypen #riki nishimura #star-sim #vanya-writes

[itostea]

perfect match (shidou x reader)

When news breaks out that your friend’s boyfriend breaks up with her due to his wish for a “mature” woman, you make sure to not to ensure that never happens with your boyfriend. 

warnings: established relationship, shidou being dirty again lol, he can’t keep his hands off you, the scene is kinda inspired by the ending scene in loving yamada kun at lv999, image from my reason to die

“I just got dumped.”

“What? That’s impossible! I mean you guys were soooo in love!” One of your friends gasps, a hand clasped over her lips. You feel yourself roll your eyes at the mock surprise, blinking as you watch her comfort your other friend who stared blankly at her lunch.

“He said he wanted a mature woman…” she mumbles quietly. “So he broke up with me and told me he was going to go look for one.”

You sigh, patting her on the back as you smiled in pity. “Don’t believe him. That was probably just an excuse to break up–”

“Oh no!” A voice interrupts you and you watch in wonder as your other friend stares deep in thought. “That actually happened to one of the girls in my class as well. As a matter of fact, that’s quite a trend now!”

“It’s a trend to break up if the woman isn’t mature enough?” You gape, finding her words hard to believe. Then again, you’ve been receiving more news of couple fall outs and failed talking stages. Unexplained motives behind break-ups; tears and uncontrollable sobbing; ending on bad terms. You don’t want to accept such groundless theories regarding these split-ups but they’ve been increasing exponentially ever since last month. 

“Yes, one hundred percent!” Your friend chirps. “Reminds me (Name), you have a boyfriend too right? Shidou? Does he want you to be mature as well?”

“Well…” you chuckle awkwardly. Truthfully, “mature” was a reach for your behavior with him. Just an hour ago, you made a stupid deez nuts joke to him because he ate the last of your ice-cream. And a day ago, you walked around in the house with a face mask and in your cringy middle-school shirt–not the most flattering version of you. All of the memories of your time with him come rushing to you and you can’t help but feel sweat drip down your skin. 

Believe it or not, you loved Ryusei. A lot. Even if you had to deal with his constant gushing about that Itoshi Sae player and his weird morning routine that required getting naked and yelling, you genuinely wanted to marry this man. You know it’s pointless to think further into the possibility of him breaking up with you, but the surge in break-ups makes you worried–anxious that he seriously could consider it. 

“(Name)? You’ve been glaring at the table for a good minute now. Are you okay?” 

Your friends watch in surprise as you suddenly stand up, looking at them with a determined expression. You quickly gather your things and slap a couple bills down. “Sorry guys, I have to go! I’ll see you at class!”

“What–? Hey!”

You jolted outside the cafe and sent a text to Shidou, telling him that you were coming home. In a normal situation, you would’ve ignored the fact that he responded with an “ok.” It was rare for him to give you short answer responses but it wasn’t unheard of. Yet, that answer is enough to make you pick up the pace, ignoring the way your heels dug into the side of your foot. 

Today is the day where you perfect the “mature” partner act. 

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“So basically,” you mumble, choosing to ignore the hand on your thigh. “I know that you’re busy with practice and all that stuff so I won’t bother you that much. Also, I want you to start prioritizing your health and–”

 A yawn cuts you off from your ramble and you feel your eye twitch in irritation. Even so, you restrain yourself from arguing with him. “Are you listening to me Ryu?”

“Yeah I am babe,” he stretches, manspreading over the couch until you’re left pressed against the corner. The hand on your thigh just moves up to grab your waist and plop you on his lap. You feel your breath hitch but there was no way you were giving in this easily.

You huffed. “Then what’d I say just now?”

“Something ‘bout how you wanted to talk and other stuff.”

“That was at the beginning of our conversation!” You heaved, watching in disbelief as he let out another yawn. “Seriously Ryu?” 

“I promise I was listening, sweets. It’s just I got bored once you mentioned the ‘giving me space talk.’ Y’know that stuff bores me.”

“But it’s important!”

“Nah what’s important is this,” he mumbles against your shoulder, shifting so he can grab your foot to observe a fresh bruise forming. In his arms, you can smell your shampoo on him and it makes you giddy inside to know that you guys started sharing each other’s things. He tilts his head to get a better look at it. 

“Why’d you wear those, what do you call them? Oh heelies right? Yeah, why'd you wear heelies to a ‘casual’ outing with some friends. You’re not hanging out with other men right babe?” 

You roll your eyes from his random fit of jealousy. “They’re called heels and I wore them because it completed the outfit Ryusei. Now back to what I was saying–”

Another yawn cuts you off from continuing. It’s his way of saying that this conversation is meaningless. You sighed and tried to unravel his arms around your waist. “I’m going since you’re not listening to me.”

“Don’t be like that,” his arms tighten around waist and you yelp when he moves you back in his lap. “Not letting you leave ‘til you tell me what’s wrong.” 

“Nothing’s wrong–”

“Uh huh good try,” he says, voice husky against your neck. “Now tell me.”

It’s not easy to dissuade Shidou whenever he’s put his mind to anything. You’ve tried it many times and figured that he’s ten times more stubborn when it comes to you. Just that thought is enough to make you slouch against his chest and sigh. “My friend got dumped.”

“Okay but what’s that gotta do with us?”

“Let me finish,” you slap him lightly on the shoulder, gaining a grin from him. “Anyways, she got dumped because her boyfriend wanted a mature woman. Now before you make fun of me, a lot of couples have been breaking up so I got scared okay? I know I don’t act that mature with you so I was worried you might…” you don’t finish the last part and instead avert your eyes from his pink hues. 

“Oh that’s all? That’s a shitty reason.”

“Are you calling my feelings shitty, Ryusei?”

“Not your feelings pretty thing. Breaking up over that reason is shitty. At least for me. I think you’re cute how you are now,” he shrugged, patting your face with a grin. 

You still don’t believe him completely, frowning as you turned to look at him. “But…”

He huffs and leans back. “Babe I literally took you on a crawfish date and still fucked you afterwards–”

“Ryu! Oh my god,” you covered your face in your hands. “You’re gross!”

“Yeah but you like it,” he laughs. “Okay, point is, don’t worry your pretty head over shit like that. I don’t act that mature around you either.”

“Well that’s because you’re just weird.”

“You’re just as weird for liking me,” he snickers. “That’s all you wanted to say right? It’s cute that you went out of your way to act like this for your mean boyfriend.”

You rolled your eyes as he began to squeeze your cheek. “Please shut up and just hold me.”

“Anything for my girl,” he chuckles, bringing your head closer to his shoulder. Shidou always had the warmest body temperature that you couldn’t help but appreciate. Closing your eyes, you choose to relax against his hold and breathe in the smell of his laundry and shampoo. 

And that peace is shattered the moment you hear the sound of a slap and a sting on your ass. Your eye twitches once again. “Ryusei. Why do you always ruin the mood?”

“Babe it was right in front of me! I was resisting the urge for over an hour now!”

You pinch the space in between in your eyes and sigh for the nth time today. Thinking about it now, you two really were a perfect match for one another.

#shidou x reader #shidou ryusei #shidou ryuusei x reader #shidou #shidou ryusei x reader #shidou ryuusei x you #ryusei #ryusei shidou #ryuusei shidou #fluff #blue lock #bllk #blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #shidou x you

[epicrainbowsheep]

It's all in the hip position

Not really following the Stranger Things timeline, been a very long time since I’ve written fanfic, especially smut, the inspiration for this comes from years of reading fan fiction with the guys always having massive cocks, we need a variety people and I'm here to deliver! This is modelled after my partner, so I know what I'm writing about from experience but that is hard to put into words.

Warning this is smut

Enjoy average-sized dick Billy

Billy Hargrove x Female Reader

The bell rang for lunch as the cafeteria of Hawkins High filled with teenagers, different conversations were happening all at once, about what they got up to over the weekend and whose party were you at; but one in particular managed to prick the ears of Billy Hargrove the most, coming from the table of girls behind him.

“Oh come on the guy had a massive dick right?!” Leah responded slamming her hands on the table in front of you, “Well yeah but he didn’t even know how to use it! Like seriously the sex was so awkward and really bumpy” rolling your eyes as you ate your lunch. “Really? Guys with massive dicks are normally meant to be amazing at sex, like bigger stretch and hits the G-spot easier” Bianca said adding to Leah’s comment, “I don’t know maybe but I can say Mathew has every right to say he’s got a big dick but I’m doubting bigger is always better” you sighed.

A hearty male laugh came from behind you, the tone already indicating who it was. “Having fun laughing at me Billy” you said turning around with a very not amused face. “Sorry couldn’t hold it in (Y/N), I could have saved you the bad lay last Saturday, thought you guys were just sucking face at Tommy’s party” Billy wiped tears from the corners of his eyes “But definitely did make my day better”.

His words made you more confused, your other friends pretending to talk as you turned your full attention to him “What do you mean you could have ‘saved me’?” wanting to know what he’d say you leaned in closer, as he did the same he said in a low voice “Last girl I slept with said that I was the best sex she’s ever had, that was Mathew’s ex, said he was a lousy lay” he winked and sat back up, making you feel the red in your face.

“Seriously? She always used to boast about how good he was!” You were baffled, he chuckled “Of course doll, they were dating then” he moved over to sit next to you stealing some of your food as his leg touched yours, “Wait Betty said that! You’ve gotta be lying” Leah enquired to Billy, who helped himself you your food again. 

“Swear on my reputation sweetheart” he leaned in making sure to look her directly in the eyes “And I can say if you keep after that Munson fella* you won’t be disappointed”, she looked shocked “How did you-“ Bianca’s laugh cuts her off, as you continued “Anyone can tell from a mile away Lee trust me” smiling at her she turned red, looking away from everyone at the table, the bell began to ring as you all got up and went your own ways. 

“From what I hear you’re pretty average in size, what makes you better anyways?” you teased as your friends walked in the opposite direction, your words made him smirk as you both walked towards the door he stops, leaning in to whisper in your ear “It isn’t the size darling, it’s all in the hip positions, more than happy to show you” He blew cool air down your neck, making you shiver and breathless, not knowing what to respond with, Billy just laughed again and walked away.

‘Bloody hell he’s smooth’ you thought, as you finally managed to walk away.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

School flies by and it’s the weekend in no time, you’ve been having trouble all week trying to get Billy and his words out of your head. “He can’t be as good as he’s saying right?” you say to no one as you get ready for a party at Tina’s. The blasting of a horn from outside snaps you back into reality, managing to fix up the last of your make-up, making sure to lock the house on the way. Steve’s waved from the car and opened the door from the inside, you slid in and closed the door. “So ready to graduate,” Steve said as he began to drive, “Couldn’t agree more dude! Hawkins is a shit hole” you responded “Robin meeting us there?” “Yeah said she had her own ride or something”.

Rest of the ride was filled with the radio and talk with Steve until you arrived, “You need a lift back or fending for yourself, cause I’m bailing if I see Nancy making out with Johnathan” he said as you both entered the house “Fair dude and I should be right, there is always someone to catch a ride with, make sure to forget about her dude she’s 100% moved on” you gave him a sad smile “Want a drink?” you said while walking towards the kitchen, “Nah I’ll try and find Robin first, catch up with you after though” “Okay sounds good!” giving the thumbs up you walked away.

The next few hours became a blur of shots and beer bong, definitely feeling the buzz now, hearing the cheers from outside, around the keg stand people were cheering and shouting as Billy managed to beat his own time, his eyes managed to catch yours, smirking he stalked towards you and leaned on the wall next to you. 

“Managed to catch all that doll?” leaning in even closer to your face, “Definitely impressive buuutt” you leaned into his ear, the alcohol giving you a confidence boost, “I think you have something else your wayyyy better at that you need to ‘show’ me still” adding the air quotes with your smirk, Billy even cockier now than before, grabbed your waist and pulled you to his chest and smashed his lips to yours. His lips felt slightly chapped and warm, with his intense cologne flying up your nostrils.

“How ‘bout we get out of here doll” he growled and pulled you by the hand, leading you out of the house. “Let’s head to my place, my parents aren’t home” you said as you both shut the doors of his Camaro.

“Just show me the way babe” he said as he sped off down the road.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

 You both stumbled into your room, hands were roaming over each other’s bodies. His hands grab your waist and throw you onto the bed, the suddenness leaves you stunned for a second before he’s crawling towards you with the look of lust in his eyes. “Baby I’ve had my eye on you for a while” one of his arms supports his weight near your head, while his other hand trails up your thigh, going underneath your shirt to grab your clothed breast. He kisses you as you moan at his actions.

He kisses down your neck, grabs the bottom of your shirt and you help him pull it over your head, before resuming the kissing, it turns intense as he slots his clothed crotch against you. Teeth and tongue get smashed into each other as you both sloppily make out, your hands let go of his white shirt and scratch down his back as he moved against you, both in a sea of bliss as each last item of clothing is removed.

You both pull away looking at each other, your body glowed under the moonlight coming from the window, Billy couldn’t stop staring at how the curves of your body complemented each other as he slid his hands from your thighs, squeezing the thickness along the way to your stomach, his mouth kissed all the way up, starting from just under your belly button, all the way up between the valley of your breasts.

His right hand makes its way between your folds, your wetness making sounds as he slides his fingers against you, slightly touching your clit “Fuck babe your nice and wet” you moan out for him as his fingers slide into you, slowly pumping in and out. Your hands grab his jaw and bring his lips to yours, his fingers start to pick up the pace as he hears your moans pick up, “Billy I’m so close! Please don’t stop!” his hands

His head hovers above you, he hazily looks into your eyes, realising your eyes were stuck in one position. “Babe what are you-“ his eyes  move down to what your staring at, he huffs. “(Y/N) get out what your thinking now before we get any further” “Is it average?” the look on her face is completely genuine.

Silence follows before Billy laughs hard, “Fuck (Y/N) seriously I’ve got tears in my eyes” he kneels up resting against his legs he grabs his cock, sliding a condom along his length, spreading his knees wide, leaning back his other hand sliding against his thigh, your ogling at him, your eyes follow the shadows against his body that the moonlight creates, to his smug look, then to his hard, throbbing cock.

“Baby you’re looking at the most average cock, size is 5.6 inches if you must know” He slowly starts crawling up towards to again, caging you in, lowers his mouth to your ear and huskily says “Will be the thing that makes you cum the hardest” he slides his cock into you, your walls stretching around his cock.

Both of you moan when he is fully inside you, he looks into your eyes silently asking if you’re ready, you nod and he starts slowly thrusting into you. He slowly picks up the pace, grabbing your legs and putting them over your shoulders and angles his hips down, reaching places you’ve never felt were possible. 

“Fuck Billyyy!” you moaned out, your head tilting backwards as he pounds into you. “Baby your pussy is squeezing me so tightly” he groans in response to your consistent moans, you’ve never heard a man so vocal in bed, he keeps chanting out your name.

“Doll you’re such a good girl taking my dick so well” he straightens his back and manhandles your legs so your feet are up by his head, the new angle allowing him to roll his hips in a new way that made you cum instantly “BILLY! You’re fucking me so good” you feel drool sliding out your mouth as you feel another orgasm coming on.

His hips piston into you as he chases after his own release, “Baby I feel another one in you, I’m so close” he groans out as he slams his hips deep into you for the final time as you scream out his name in pure bliss. 

He rests your legs down on the bed and flops beside you, he’s a sight to behold, chest gleaming from the sweat, the light bouncing off his body, used condom still on his half-hardened dick, you’ve never seen a more beautiful sight. He smirks at you, pulling you into his chest by your waist, “You checking me out (Y/N)?” looking up into his eyes, they sparkle with mischief.

“So what of it?” you say back as you snuggle into his warm body, he chuckles to himself. You both lay there in silence, enjoying the afterglow of sex. You break the silence “Don’t get an ego but your right” he looks at you his faced first puzzled then the realisation hits him, the sex made him momentarily forget, pulling a shit-eating grin onto his face.

“Told you size doesn’t matter” his head hits the pillow again and he closes his eyes, “What’s your secret anyways, that was the best sex I’ve had in a while”

“You really wanna know?”

“Yeah”

“It’s all in the hip positions sweetheart”

#billy stranger things #billy hargove smut #billy hargrove #billy hargrove fandom #billy hargrove deserved better #billy hargrove x female reader #billy hargrove x reader #stranger things #stranger things fanfic

[lxclerc]

𝐟𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐲 | 𝐣𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧

summary: y/n has had enough of people screaming at her boyfriend and so she decides to scream back at them.

warning: female pronouns, fluff, swearing, angry reader, reader will take no shit and will protect her man from mean lccf staff.

author's note: hi! i'm pretty new here but i hope you guys enjoy this! feedback is very much appreciated and i take requests if any of you want that :>

word count: 1060

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There’s something about bubbling rage prickling at your skin, like a heat emitting from every follicle till you explode. Y/N is past her breaking point, sweat coating her skin as her eyes, going darker by the minute, focused on the way one of the staff was talking to Joe.

This was supposed to be a good day. This morning, she had woken with her boyfriend’s arms wrapped around her, a childlike excitement in his eyes and a grin forming his lips. His first comic con, his first time actually having direct interaction with his fans – he was so damn excited. He picked out the perfect outfit, had his hair styled to perfection, laughing and joking as they ate breakfast. 

And then they arrived and he was immediately shoved into a chair, signing the day away. He barely got time to talk to the people who traveled from all around the country just to see him, the light of excitement in his eyes slowly dwindling away as he watched them get shoved around before he could even say hello. It was supposed to be a good day but if these people didn’t stop screaming at Joe then it’s bound to get worse. 

She sat in the back room, hellfire shirt on partnered with a denim skirt, almost looking like every other person there. And not too long ago, she had been with them, interacting and joking around, trying to make their shitty hours waiting in line a little more bearable but she’s not as strong as them. A couple hours into chatting with people and she was sweating so hard, she could feel it dripping to the floor. Truly, the dedication of these people just to have a few seconds with the person they look up to was insane. And she couldn’t be even prouder that it’s her Joe. 

She’s not much of a sharer but she’s willing to share him with the rest of the world if that excited glint in his eyes this morning would return. 

Finishing her fourth bottle of water and wiping the sweat from her face, she joins the crowd once again, letting people chat her up like they were old friends. Some asked for pictures, knowing her relation with their beloved Eddie Munson, some showed fanarts and letters from those who couldn’t attend – all of which she took a picture of with the promise to show Joe later. She had been sitting on the floor, near to Joe’s table as she talked with the fans queuing when their conversation was interrupted. 

“Can’t you see the amount of people out there?” an angry voice asked, pulling Y/N out of her conversation, the previous smile on her face being replaced with a frown, head turning to the direction of the sound to see Joe standing with one of the showmasters, the staff in question pointing at the crowd. “You can have your break later.”

“I’ve been here for hours and I haven’t eaten lunch–” Joe begins but the larger and muscled staff cuts him off with a sneer.

“No!” he said, voice becoming louder and getting the attention of the ones near him. “Get through this line.”

Having enough, Y/N pulled herself up,eyes burning as she marched towards them. Joe turned to her, immediately seeing the anger in her eyes, wincing as he suddenly felt sorry for the staff that had just been screaming a few seconds ago. Whereas Joe’s the type to keep quiet and not cause a scene, choosing to deal with matters privately in order to not embarrass anyone or bruise egos publicly, Y/N’s temperament and outspoken nature completely balances his, always more than willing to step up when necessary. 

“Hey, you idiot!” She called, louder than the man had been earlier, catching more attention as Joe stepped aside, not wanting to be caught in her anger. “It’s not his damn fault that the rest of you decided to be greedy by overselling the tickets and putting everyone through absolute hell because you’re unable to run a proper event. You’re a bunch of dumb fucks with your heads shoved up your ass ruining what should have been a great experience for everyone because you wanted to be idiots and exploit him. He’s been sitting on that damn chair for the last five hours and he has been nothing but kind to the rest of you incompetent imbeciles. My eight year old niece could better organize this event than you! You better give him his damn break or so help me god, I will sue this entire establishment."

The man stood shell shocked, not expecting for someone to actually speak up as the crowd roared and clapped with agreement. Joe stood to the side, chewing on his lips as he watched his girlfriend take on a man twice her size, ready to step in and pull her back if things got too out of hand. 

“What?” She asked again, pointer finger pushing at the staff’s chest. “Did you forget to use that big mouth? You sure had no problem spitting a bunch of bull earlier.” 

The man scrambled and sputtered out broken sentences before finally nodding, face red with embarrassment. “Y-Yeah. He can have his break.” 

Y/N rolled her eyes at the display as she and Joe ducked into the back room, making sure to smile at the fans they passed by as she grabbed a bottle of water, opening it and handing it to Joe. 

“I’m sorry if I embarrassed you,” she started as soon as they were hidden away. “They were treating you so badly and I couldn’t help myself–”

She was cut off by a pair of lips placed on hers, soft and inviting, his arms wrapped around her waist as he pulled her body flushed against his, letting himself be calmed by the furious beating of her heart. He will always be thankful for his feisty girl, always willing to step up to defend him and stare down anyone who’s treating him less than he deserves. 

His exhaustion is slowly ebbing away, seemingly being chased by every movement their lips made as he let out a content sigh before slightly pulling away. “Thank you for looking out for me.” 

She grinned, hands moving up to wrap themselves around his neck. “Always.”

#joseph quinn #joseph quinn fluff #joseph quinn x reader #joe quinn #stranger things #stranger things 4 #joseph quinn x y/n #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #joseph quinn angst #joseph quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn blurb #joseph quinn fic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x you #joseph quinn x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfiction

[amber-michaelson]

My Two Big Boys

Steve Rogers x hurt reader x Bucky Barnes

Summary: sometimes your boyfriends have a hard time at work and bring it home making it worse for you

Read at own risk

Warning: reader gets hurt

You knew something was up when they didn't arrive in the same car or the one just grunting when you ask about the other you knew you were gonna be in for it when they didn't even look at eachother.

Yn pov

I sighed the the only thing that anyone could here was the knifes and forks scraping against the plates as we ate dinner, i rolled my eyes 'next time I should just get the paper plates' "so how was work" i asked but only got a one word answer 'good' and 'ok' and tensed and Steve just got up and left to eat in the lounge "what-" I was interrupted by bucky standing up and left to go eat in the den, my heart started to ach as I just wanted a nice dinner with my partners but sometimes that's just to much to ask I decided I wasn't hungry anymore and put my food in the microwave and slowly made my way up to the bedroom but paused on the stairs "goodnight" I called out but no response "wow never knew you were angry at me" I muttered to myself walking into the bedroom and changed into my pj's and brushed my teeth before getting into bed I stayed a wake a little longer wanting at least one of them to come to bed but they never did 'good night I guess' I shut my eyes and drifted into a restless sleep

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I woke up to the sounds of shouting coming from down stairs and I jumped out of bed and running to see what was going on only to find Steve and bucky arguing over something stupid but it got serious when bucky picked up a pan and threw it against the wall "what the hell" I yelled but was blantly ignored "yea I can do that to bucky" Steve yelled picking up my glass vase and threw it near me shattering against the wall and a few of the shards hitting me and cutting me in the process, I yelled in pain which finally court their attention "yn shit fuck I'm sorry" Steve panicked rushing to me pleading for my forgiveness as bucky rushed to get the first aid "fuck" I said pulling a small shard out my cheek "baby I'm so sorry" he said leading me to sit down "I'm fine steve" I whinced he carefully wiped some of the blood off my face "no it's not fine I could've really hurt you" he growled to himself sitting down next to you "i got the first aid" bucky said walking back into the room and settled the first aid kit beside me the tension filled the room thickly as bucky started cleaning my wounds "Steve can you please get me some water" I asked glancing at him "sure babe" he said giving me a sad smile and left the room "you know it's not his fault" I murmured to bucky who growled out in frustration "it could've hit you yn" he muttered "it wouldn't have happened if I wasn't there I should've left you guys alone" I said staring into his eyes "once I heard the shout I sprung into action like I always do but look where that got me" I giggled, I was always the one trying to sort out people's fights it was just a natural thing I learned to do "but it shows you, you have a big heart" bucky said giving me a one-sided smile "but my big heart can be a fool sometimes" I said and turned my gaze to Steve who was leaning against the door frame "but it's your big heart that makes us love you so much" Steve smiled walking over and handing me the glass "done patching you up doll" he sighed and looked at Steve "I'm sorry" "I'm sorry too" I smiled "my two big boys back together".

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[gatitties]

Not in my world

─ Strawhats, Heart Pirates & Kid Pirates x isekaed!student!reader

─ Summary: you find yourself in a totally different world and trying to adjust

─ Warnings: none

Part two / Part three (Kid Pirates)

─ Then, you were comfortably asleep in your bed, completely passed out from studying so much for the exam you had tomorrow, however, surprise! out of nowhere you were on a boat with a rubber guy, a thief, a guy with moss on his head, a lovesick cook, a reindeer, an archaeologist, a liar, a cyborg and a living skeleton.

─ Screams and screams, confused on your part, scared on the part of Nami, Chopper, Ussop and Luffy… he just joined in the screams because they were all screaming and he wanted to too.

─ It took you a good week to assimilate that you weren't in your world, but you got over it thinking about the end of exams, the stress and the panic of losing your scholarship, you were literally like "I'd rather be a pirate than do my homework on integrals and derivatives."

─ Although it was hard to get used to all that stuff about pirates, marines… there was a lot of history behind it that you didn't understand but just keep going, you've still been lucky to have the best team on your side.

─ Luffy would ask a lot of stupid things about your world, God bless you because the boy was completely taking patience away from you, "Yes Luffy, for the tenth time, we poop just like you, stop asking the same question."

─ Zoro stood on the sidelines, just looking at you as if you were going to stab them in the back, while you looked at him and said "sir, calm down a bit, I can barely walk without tripping over my own feet."

─ Nami would be glad to have another bath partner, the only bad thing for her is that you had no money to go into debt with, so for now you were on her good side.

─ Ussop began to be your faithful friend, like Nami and Chopper on some occasions, you added to his ranks as one more scared, although you certainly had good reasons to be more scared than them.

─ Chopper got very worried when he noticed your irregular hours of sleep, you explained to him that it was all part of your school schedule and that it would take you time to change it.

─ Just like you had shitty sleep schedules, your eating schedules went hand in hand, Sanji thought you were worse than Luffy, not because of the amount you ate, but because of the hours you ate, he always scolded you when in the middle of the night he found you in the kitchen, as if you had never been fed in your life.

─ You were closer to Robin, there was something in her that screamed 'motherhood', something that reminded you of your mother and made you see her as one, so every time she spoke to you or explained things of this world, your mind simply writhed thinking, you would end up crying later that night.

─ The one you looked at the most carefully was Franky because what the hell is going on with his hair? You spend hours looking at his hair, wondering what physical laws apply to stay like this or how much damn hairspray he spends in a day.

─ Well, your first impression with Brook was that you had taken drugs or something (same with Chopper tbh). Skeletons aren't supposed to talk in your world, but anyway, over time and after a few punches for his insinuations towards your underwear, you ended up liking his music a lot, you end up asking him to play songs from your world, trying to make them similar.

─ You were running down the street because you were going to be late for your psychology class, not paying attention to the 'cut off for construction' signs so you ended up falling down a sewer and the fall was too long, long enough to give you time to assimilate that you were no longer in your world.

─ Your theories were confirmed when you landed on top of a poor bear, but hey, at least the fall was less painful.

─ Bepo and you shared silent glances until you both spoke at the same time, "Sorry!" "Wait why are you apologizing? One second HOW CAN YOU TALK?" "I'M SORRY!" "DON'T APOLOGIZE FOR THAT!" No, you definitely have to have been high to understand the class you were going to and having a bad experience.

─ Unfortunately no, it was worse than taking drugs, you were in another world, one full of dangers and pirates, no, no, you weren't going through that, you were too tired to assimilate it.

─ The first time you see Law he almost cuts you in half if it weren't for Bepo, you already adored this bear. You had to stay inside the Polar Tang because unfortunately they were on a route in the middle of nowhere.

─ "So now there are two depressive whores in a submarine" you muttered giving the captain of the ship a last look while he left you in a room to talk to the others.

─ The good part, no boring classes, the bad part, what are you supposed to do locked up here? Law didn't trust you so most of the time you had someone on top of you watching you.

─ Your saviors were Penguin and Sachi, they had that energy of idiots who share half a neuron that made you amused, oh, you would cause Law so many headaches for doing so many nonsense with these two men. "Who the hell put bread in my food?!"

─ You didn't have anything fun to do and now… you can assemble your body like it's a puzzle for annoying the captain.

─ Ikkaku and you didn't take long to connect, being the only two women in the cold submarine, you found in her someone to turn to if the change of environment overloaded you at times, because yes, you liked to collapse thinking about your old life when you were alone.

─ Definitely the reason why Law didn't throw you in the middle of the sea or abandon you on some random island was because Ikkaku liked you and he also felt a little sorry for you, so a little more help in the Polar Tang never hurts.

─ Just when you were going over a bridge you decided to take a look, the water moved calmly many meters below you, your intrusive thoughts "jump in and finish all the shit from the studies" while your reasonable part "no, not yet you are young, this is just a small stone in your way."

─ You got rid of all thoughts but oops… someone careless who was riding a bike pushed you enough for your body to fall into the void, well, it seemed that someone had chosen for you.

─ You expected to die at least, hey, you didn't have to go through all the stress, but you definitely didn't think of ending up in another world, falling directly into a ship, strangely you didn't cause any injuries but…

─ "Who the hell are you!?" A deranged redhead grabbed you by the collar of your shirt looking at you as if he was going to bite your throat out. You were scared to death "Is this hell? I knew I shouldn't have cheated on tests."

─ Killer prevented Kid from killing you at that precise moment by indirectly calling him a demon.

─ "I'll throw you overboard you damn brat" In fact, that sounded pretty good after discovering simple things about this world and its brutalities, "bro, I'll throw myself overboard" someone had already pushed you off a bridge, you were ready to die so you didn't care much.

─ "What the hell are you two doing?" Killer just watches as you prepare to jump into the sea while his friend laughs at your stupid bravery. Yes, the blond prevented your possibly second death that day.

─ You find yourself spending more time with Killer because he seems like a mother and you miss yours, he was the most 'understanding' with your situation.

─ Kid just used you to do all the shit work that nobody wanted to do, since you were on his ship you weren't going to sit idly by. But he ended up making you overexert yourself with some things.

─ This caused Heat to see your first stress attack in this world, oh lord, he didn't know what to do when he saw you shaking and crying while pulling some of your hair strands too hard. He just gave you an awkward hug hoping you would stop crying.

─ They found out the hard way that you weren't good at dealing with situations under pressure, you stuck a fork in Wire's hand because they were pestering you at dinner with so many questions and teasing about your world.

─ Kid began to worry when he saw you trying to blow your brains out with one of his guns, at first he thought you were a stupid reckless, but the truth is that you were just a depressed student.

─ He decided that you could stay with them as long as you were not a 'nuisance', the thing is that they ended up becoming fond of you, especially Killer, now you were like his child and he was taking care of you whether you wanted it or not since you will never know when you will return to your old life.

#op #one piece #reader #xreader #law one piece #kid pirates #kid x reader #eustass kid #killer #killer x reader #penguin #sachi #ikkaku #heart pirates #straw hats x reader #strawhats #nami #robin #chopper #sanji #ussop #luffy #zoro #franky #brook #heat #wire #isekai #headcannons

[do-i-look-like-a-doctor]

Gojo headcanons bc ive got too much time on my hands

bro ate chalk as a kid and ive got proof

look at his kid self for a sec, he’s got a grown out buzzcut and the blue eyed stare. thats a chalk eater

you can’t convince me he’s a good swimmer

he’s lanky and tall, bro gets swept away the min he is near the ocean. he’s built to be shark food, sorry luv

the cloth he wears to cover his eyes is raggedy as hell

let me explain. he wears it constantly both in and out of battle, he wears it in any weather, and let’s be real he’s so odd that he probs sleeps in it sometimes

this leads me to believe that even tho he almost never gets hurt during a fight the blood and grime gets all up in the cloth

no amount of Tide or even acid could get rid of the STENCH that mask holds

it smells like ten cans of bounce that ass. one whiff could, quite literally, kill an old man

he’s a chronic podcast listener

tried to become one of those skater kids, failed miserably. geto never let him live it down

i think he’d make a great partner but if you listen to Hozier he will cause a scene

basically what im saying is he’s jealous of Hozier

Gojo knows that no matter how strong he is he will NEVER compare to that man’s vocals/lyrics and what they do to you

que Gojo trying to sing your fav Hozier song(s) but he can’t match the pitch which sends you into cardiac arrest

other than that he’s a pretty good singer, could probs serenade you to sleep

you know how everyone has an irrational fear? yuh his is birds

you ever see him interact with one in a normal way?

you see a bird, he sees a sack of organs with hollow bones that sore through the sky and sometimes they can talk

he pisses his pants when he sees a macaw

he’s a rich bitch and it’s a problem. not cuz he’s an ass abt it but bc he spoils the hell out of the teens

we know he would buy Megumi anything in the world but Yuuji and Nobara get the same treatment

he saw Yuuji’s orphaned ass and immediately transferred HUNDREDS to Yuuji’s bank acc

ain’t no student of his gonna be broke, that’s for sure

probs carries around pics of Megumi from when the teen was a kid

some are cute such as Megumi at the beach or having a fun at the zoo. others are of Megumi fighting for his life

i feel that when Yuuji entered the equation he also started taking pics of him during cute, fun, or important moments

very much sentimental older brother energy

whenever Gojo gets sick or injured he either becomes a massive baby or denies it until he’s dead

depends on the problem tbh. if he’s got a head cold he needs to be hospitalized but if he got his legs cut off he’d ignore it for weeks

you know how most men’s body wash or shampoo is named in, what’s considered, “masculine scents”

like redwood, campfire smoke, whiskey, fucking piss water

yuh he’s not a fan

i don’t think he’d really like those scents. in his mind, why does smelling like burnt coal or salt = masculine?

he probs just grabs whatever he likes, maybe orange scented stuff or even subtle vanilla

whatever cologne he wears tho is fucking delicious. you smell it and immediately your knees give out

i think if you gave him a huff of old spice tho he’d just disintegrate

im thinking of his general hygiene now, he has a solid routine

it’s not a million steps, probs just good quality face wash, serums, and moisturizer

that being said he suffered horrific back acne as a kid. dont ask how I know this, i will eat you alive

he looks and acts flawless but we know the truth. he sucks at card games

Yuuji’s biggest flex is he beat Gojo at go-fish 28 times in a row

he says calabunga and not a single person can stand it

that’s it for now, i’ll probs add more headcanons later

thanks for coming to my ted talk, i hope this post finds you before Sukuna does

(this is all mildly unedited, soz for mistakes)

#jjk #gojo satoru #jjk satoru #Gojo #jjk gojo #satorugojo

[hiyoriddle]

take a shot

content: fluff (as always), alcohol (takes place a year later where both reader and riddle are third years... drink responsibly—)

pairing: riddle rosehearts x drunk!gn!reader

word count: 500+

synopsis: riddle tries to take care of his drunk and clingy partner.

a/n: omg i posted twst... i originally wrote this for me and my friends with our ocs but i loved it so much i wanted to post it

riddle sat on his desk reviewing his notes, a lone lamp being the only light source in the room. he checks his phone, you haven’t texted him anything in an hour. he started to get worried since it’s almost midnight.

speaking of the devil, his door swung open revealing you and your friends. you celebrated getting high marks on the exams by going to a nearby bar, they didn’t look drunk… except for one.

“riddle!” your flushed face and posture told him everything he needed to know. “hey, i missed you!”

he turned to ace who only sighed in defeat. “we tried.”

you were clinging onto him, he appreciated the affection but he needed to take care of you first. you were very intoxicated and it showed.

“good luck with them.” deuce nervously smiled at him before closing the door, leaving the couple alone.

“alright, you need water.” he scanned his bedroom, he saw his red water bottle and gave it to you. “you turned 18 a few weeks ago and you’re already drinking so much.”

you giggled. “sorry, i got a little carried away.” you took the bottle and gulped down the water, but not drinking it all.

“lay down.” without a complaint, you did what you were told. even drunk, you’ll still listen to him. riddle found it quite amusing.

his back faced you as he looked for something, when he turned around there was something in his hand. it was still dark so you couldn’t tell what it was.

he sat next to you on the bed and placed the item in your hand. it was a piece of chocolate. you brought it up to your lips, grinning as you ate it.

he pat your head out of habit. “tell me if you feel nauseous—”

riddle’s words got cut off when you placed your lips on his. he slightly flinched from surprise, but he let himself get lost in the moment. you tasted the chocolate you previously ate along with the alcohol, two things that somehow go together.

your arms wrapped around his neck, smiling into the kiss while his hands were placed on your waist. you both didn’t realize how fast time passed by, yet you eventually pulled away, foreheads touching.

soft chuckles filled the room as you catch your breath, riddle almost forgot how drunk his lover was. “love you… so much.” you rested your head on his shoulder, playing with his red locks.

as much as riddle wanted to stay in this position, they had to sleep so he gently moved you to lie down again. “get some rest, my rose.”

you only hum as a response, eyes getting heavy all of a sudden. in just a few moments, you fall asleep as fast as silver does.

soon, after riddle finishes cleaning up and changing into his sleepwear, he lies next to you. you’ve slept together before, the more times you slept over the more he got used to it. admittedly, he wasn’t able to sleep properly the first few times.

not long after, riddle felt an arm around his waist. you snuggled up to him, you probably thought he was a pillow. he let you be, knowing that you would have a hard time sleeping without hugging something.

when he remembers how you used to be, back when you were only friends, he never imagined someone being so vulnerable and close around him. he can be himself with no judgement or consequence, and he’s thankful.

despite not exchanging words, he felt loved.

#꒰ celeste: works! ꒱ #twisted wonderland #twst #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst imagines

[my-soupy-brain]

ted being all like “did you eat today? let me cook for you, baby”

I am notorious for skipping meals when I get busy or anxious. And I always scold myself when I feel lousy like, well duh - you didn't put anything in your body. Stupid bodies. Ted would make sure you take care of yourself. And I need this today. Let's gooo!

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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader

Warnings: None, all comfort

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When Ted went to the club that morning, you were in the dim light of your office, clunking away on your keyboard to the light of your screen.

He leaned down to kiss your head and not disturb you.

When he came home, he found you still hunched over laptop, in the same chair, with the same blue light.

"Sweetheart?"

You didn't answer, your earbuds were in on full volume.

He came closer to place his big, warm hand on your shoulder.

"Sweetheart?"

You jumped in shock as you felt him touch you. He pulled his hand back. "I'm so sorry to scare ya, darlin'. Have you...?"

He looked around your desk, seeing nothing but an empty coffee cup. He noticed the kitchen looked the way he left it this morning.

"Have you eaten?" he asked, his eyebrows bunched in worry.

You sat and thought for a moment, looking at the sun going down outside your window. The dim light of the room. It feels like...it did this morning.

You shake your head.

Ted kneels in front of you, his hands on your knees.

"I know you're workin' hard there, sugar, but you need to eat," he says softly. "I worry about'cha when you get this in the zone."

You nod solemnly, feeling guilty for worrying him. Feeling foolish for letting work suck your life away like this.

"Are you at a good stoppin' point?" he asks, glancing at your screen with a thousand windows open.

"Yeah, I think so," you say softly, still feeling singed with guilt.

"C'mon, sugar. I'mma make you dinner," he says, holding out his hand. You take it and follow him into the kitchen.

Without asking, he starts making you a bite to eat.

Whisking eggs. Grating cheese. Cutting a slice of your homemade bread.

Breakfast for dinner is your favorite comfort when you're in a state like this. It's your favorite dinner when you don't feel well. You simply love breakfast.

Ted works his way around the kitchen, whistling. Pulling down bowls, cooking over the stove. You watch him with a smile, all the care he gives you.

You wonder how well you'd do alone if he wasn't here. And in the exact same moment, you make a promise to yourself not to send him into a worry spiral, where he's coming home from his own long day to take care of you.

"I'm sorry, Ted," you mumble, watching him work his tush off to make you a meal.

"Whatever for, darlin'?" he asks, turning his head over his shoulder.

"For making you worry."

"Oh, hush 'yer butt. I worry about you whether you ate or not," he says with a chuckle. "I love you, that's why I worry."

He turns around and sets a fresh omelet, toast, and orange juice in front of you.

"Oh! The bacon," he says, pulling it from the plate and plopping it down, nibbling on his own piece.

"I will say, I miss American bacon but this is just fine," he jokes, and you smile in agreement.

You nibble your food and sigh at how delectable the omelet is.

"This is...heaven, Ted," you say, smiling at him. He smiles back, working on his own meal.

"I'm glad, sugar," he answers. "You done workin'? Can I steal ya away for some snuggles and our shows?"

You nod and smile brightly. "Yeah, I'm all yours."

He holds his orange juice to cheers you.

"To us, and being all each other's," the dimple in his cheek appeared with his grin. "Now go get in some cozy clothes and we'll snuggle like two bugs in a rug."

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Short n' sweet but I also need a Ted to help me take care of myself sometimes. He's such a love. Such a swoon. May we all be so lucky to have a friend or partner who's got our health in mind. Thanks for this delicious prompt, friend!

#ted lasso x reader #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso fluff #ted lasso takes care of you #ted lasso x you

[muffinman1900]

Soukoku (Dazai X Chuuya)

Food packages

Sorry for any spelling mistakes, I’m dyslexic and I can’t proof read for the life of me. I take requests if anyone wants anything!

(This is 739 words)

Dazai awoke in the morning in his agency dorm room. This is normal, but what isn’t is the lack of a small paper bag at the end of his bed.

Every evening, Chuuya, in his luxurious penthouse, would make himself some healthy dinner. It would be spicy and good for the body. Those three things: healthy, good and spicy, were not to Dazai’s taste.

Chuuya (the biggest Dazai simp alive) was quite aware of this. He was also aware of his husband's lack of motivation to stay alive. This includes forgetting to eat, not due to not wanting to but genuinely forgetting. It didn’t help that Dazai was a picky eater, making finding food for himself harder, there was always an ingredient he just hated. Most of his eating habits started due to Dazai’s braces when he was younger. He hated getting food in them and got told off by his orthodontist a lot; Dazai had terrible teeth anyway, and it wasn’t his fault. For Chuuya, Dazai being a picky eater was actually good.

After being work partners since 15, they both knew each other's eating habits off by heart. Dazai never tried anything new. However he did try one new thing a month- and he usually didn’t like it at all.

Chuuya affectionately makes Dazai rice balls in an array of shapes, like stars, bears and cats, and cut cucumbers into star shapes along with some other food and would put it in an orange bento box.

He would put some dried strawberry granola in a heart shaped pot with some strawberry yogurt, and put a little spoon with it.

He would put some apple slices without the skin and orange quarters in a separate blue divider pot with sharks on it.

He basically made exactly the same things every night as he made himself his own dinner, and he would put it in a paper bag. Chuuya writes little notes, telling Dazai to remember to do things, or to have a good day, or simply to say he loves him. He would write with small loopy handwriting, and would sign his name in red ink. He used a little heart sticker to stick the notes to the side of the bag.

Every night, after Chuuya ate his dinner, he would sneak into the agency’s dorms, and open Dazai’s unlocked dorm room door to leave the small bag at the end of his bed.

Every evening Dazai would drop the same bag off at the front desk off the building where Chuuya’s penthouse was.

But today, as Dazai woke up, hearing sounds of light commotion in the office nearby, he didn’t see the bag at the end of his bed.

That was odd. But Dazai continued his day as he normally would.

Dazai made his way into the office and he was very happily surprised. There was Kunikida, Yosano and Ranpo standing around a chair with Chuuya tied to it.

“Chuuya!” Dazai beemed, “how are you today?”

“Well Osamu, your co-workers have me tied to a chair, but apart from that I’m pretty good, what about you?” He replied almost like this was completely normal.

“I’m a bit hungry if I’m honest.” Dazai said tauntingly. He knew why Chuuya was currently tied to a chair- he got caught entering to give Dazai food.

“Oh shut up.” Chuuya replied, starting a bickering match between the two.

To say Dazai’s co-workers weren’t astonished by this would be utterly incorrect. They just sat there baffled until Kunikida decided to stop the two arguing.

“Dazai. Do you know why Nakahara, one of the Port Mafia’s strongest executives, was in our dorm building?”

“Oh Kunikida~ Chuuya here wasn’t doing any harm! Actually he was technically helping us!” Dazai giggled childishly.

“What do you mean?” Ranpo asked in a more mature voice than normal.

“He was just delivering me food! Can’t a husband retrieve food from his beloved?” Dazai asked in a sing-song voice.

Dazai united Chuuya, and Chuuya walked over to a desk where the paper bag had been placed. He gave it to Dazai, gave him a hug and then a kiss on the cheek.

“Have a good day!” Dazai shouted as Chuuya jumped out of the window, flying off with gravity manipulation.

“What the fuck just happend?” Yosano exclaimed.

Dazai pulled out his strawberry granola and yogurt and started working quietly, humming the tune to his favourite song about double suicide.

#braces!dazai #soukoku #dazai x chuuya #bungou stray dogs #bsd dazai #dazai fluff #dazai osamu #chuuyabsd #chuuya nakahara #soukoku bsd #soukoku headcanons #bungo gay dogs #port mafia #armed detective agency #bsd fluff #bsd fanfic

[twisted-fanboy]

His Hair

|Hello everyone who sees this. I hope you enjoy and have a wonderful day or night.

Leona, Jamil (Separate) x a Gender Neutral Reader.

The scenario: The reader is spending some time with their friend who may or may not like them. During this hangout they realize their friends hair looks super soft. "Hey can I brush and style your hair?" is what they ask. He wonders if they know what this action does to him.

Warnings: None|

Leona:

The prefect had gotten a moment away from Ace, Deuce, and Grim. The three never learn their lessons and had a remedial potions class with Professor Crewel. That's what they get for fighting all the time. They did feel slightly bad for Deuce who got dragged into Ace and Grim's antics. It sure was a relief for the prefect to have been partnered with Jack. For once they weren't dragged into the mess. They didn't really have much of a plan since classes got out.

They gave a sigh it was strange to have some free time on their hand. As the prefect was thinking they got crashed into by someone. They fell to the ground. "Hey! What was that...." They started before they were cut off by the person who ran into them. "Hey Prefect. Sorry about that. I'm kinda in a rush Leona is in a foul mood and.... Wait a minute!" Ruggie stopped in his tracks. The look in his eyes told the Prefect that he was plotting something. They got a bag shoved into their hands.

They looked at the upper classmen in confusion. "Can you go give that to Leona for me? I'll owe you one. He is in the botanical garden." Ruggie said rushing off before they could even refuse. The Prefect looked slightly annoyed from how they got the task dumped on them. It would kill some time and they didn't mind seeing Leona. He was a grumpy lazy lion but his company was nice and calm comparted to their first year group.

The Prefect carried the bag in both arms. They made their way to the garden to find the Lion. when they arrived they saw him leaning against a tree. They were unsure if he was awake. The prefect approached carefully. They didn't want to wake him up because of what Ruggie had mentioned. The moment they were close they felt their heart in their stomach as one of Leona's eyes snapped open. "What are you doing Herbivore?" He asked before opening his other eye.

"Oh well I ran into Ruggie a bit ago. He dumped his errand he was running for you onto me. I didn't really have much going on and thought it would be nice to see you." The Prefect said with ease before flashing a smile.

Leona felt a variety of different emotions. He was definitely irritated at Ruggie for dumping his job on them. This herbivore had at least calmed the irritation and made his heart skip a beat. His face of course just showed a scowl. He held a hand out for the bag. "Since he dumped his task on you why don't you stay with me for a bit? I'll tolerate your presence for a bit until I fall back asleep." He said as they handed him the bag and sat beside him with a smile.

Leona wondered if they knew what that smile did to his heart. "Where is your trouble makers? I don't wanna deal with how loud they are." Leona said as he got his food out of the bag and broke it in half. He gave a piece to the herbivore who looked surprised by his action.

The Prefect quickly changed their expression to grateful. It seemed they didn't want to seem rude. "They have to deal with a remedial lesson after fighting in Professor Crewel's class earlier. So I have an afternoon free." They explained. A small, "Hmm." was all the lion offered in response. The two ate the food in a comfortable silence. Once they finished Leona was about to lay back down to nap but was stopped by the herbivore.

"Hey Leona would you mind if I......" They stopped seeming a bit hesitant. "Spit it out I don't got all day." He said with no real malice. "Would you mind if I play with your hair? It looks really fluffy and it would be nice to braid." They muttered out in a whisper. The prefect was slightly hoping that the lazy lion didn't hear them. Though their hopes were crushed and they wanted to curse him for his beastman hearing.

Leona had a small smirk with a raised brow. "You're quite bold today herbivore." He said leaning close to them. His smirk grew as he saw a rose color appear on their face. "Never mind it was a stupid request anyway. I think I'll stop bothering you and go find Jack or something." They said ready to stand up and flee. Leona noticed their sad expression. Had it been anyone but the prefect that managed to sneak their way into his mind and heart. He quickly grabbed their hand keeping them sitting next to him.

"I never said no Herbivore. Just that you're bold today. I can't sleep anyway so go ahead." Leona quickly said. His movements were fast to put his back to them so they couldn't see his blush. They will never know the lengths he will go for them. He has know clue if they even had feelings for him or not. The moment they started running their hands through his hair, he was putty in their hands. His tail swaying. He wouldn't be sleeping for awhile thinking about the sensation.

They definitely made his heart race and made his foul mood disappear. Oh what they do to his heart even as a simple herbivore.

Jamil:

The Prefect was in the Scarabia Dorm with Kalim. They were struggling with something in Magic history. Kalim happened to overhear them talking to Ace, Deuce and Grim about it. He was having Jamil help him with some of his homework and asked to make it a study session with you.

Jamil didn't seem too happy by the surprise. "Kalim you could've at least texted me that you were bringing the prefect." He began. Kalim gave you a pleading look to save him from the scolding. "Um Jamil. Sorry for interrupting you but if me being here is troublesome for you I can go ask Jack if maybe he could help me." They started. Kalim had his shoulders and head down not wanting to get scolded more.

The action made Jamil frown more. He gave a sigh as he didn't like that sad look on their face. "This is a one time thing. Next time I expect a bit of a notice. The Prefect is the only person I will help along with you. I have enough to do and don't wish to add to it." He said pulling his hood over his face. How troublesome this was.

"Jamil don't cover your eyes with your hood! You could trip and hurt yourself." Kalim whined. He seemed worried. The prefect gave a sigh of relief. "Well we shouldn't delay much let's get this started so we don't take up too much of Jamil's time." They said with a smile and a soft ton. They were definitely glad Jamil wasn't too angry.

After thirty minutes of Jamil helping the two dorm heads they both seemed to be losing motivation. "Jamil! Can we please take break? My brain feels like it is going to burst." Kalim whined stretching his upper body across the table. Jamil scowled at the behavior. He looked over at the Prefect who was looking at him. He quickly adverted his eyes. "How about we finish then there is no need to worry about getting your attention back." He state.

"Hey Jamil I have a question for you." The Prefect said. They wanted a break so distracting him would hopefully work. He glanced back over at them. "What is it?" He asked slightly suspicious of their action. "How long is your hair and can I brush and style it?" They asked. Kalim quickly picked up on what they were doing and his mood brighten.

This was going to be troublesome for Jamil. He gave a sigh out of irritation. "My hair has nothing to do with the lesson." He said wanting to finished helping these both so he may finish his other duties. "Come on Jamil. Your hair has gotten so long and it's always up. I don't even know how long it is. Plus if the Prefect does it then that will give us enough time to have a break and be refreshed to finish our assignments." Kalim begged.

Jamil gave when they both gave him pleading eyes. He hated how the prefect tugged at his heart. Them plus how annoying Kalim is when he is begging was too much for him. He stood up. "Fine. I will be back. Don't either of you think about getting up or leaving." Jamil was hesitant to leave the to alone. He has taken care of his hair for far to long to let it get destroyed. Once he made it to his room he couldn't believe he was actually doing this. He used magic to unbraid it. He quickly brushed it out and came out with some hair ties and his brush.

Jamil rushed back to the two. He was glad they were still there. His hood as pulled down. "Wow Jamil your hair is so long and pretty!" Kalim exclaimed. The Prefect was nodding excitedly in agreement. Jamil felt a blush rise and looked away. He sat down handing them the brush and hair ties.

Jamil stiffened when the Prefect started brushing his hair. He quickly calmed himself. He was doomed with his pointless feelings when he felt how gentle they were being with his hair. It actually felt nice but he'd rather die than admit it.

"Kalim what style should I do? I can't decide between a high Ponytail, a French Braid and Pig Tails." The prefect asked seeming excited to see Jamil with a different hair style. Jamil's face was on fire. Why did he agree to this. He was practically in their lap. His back was towards them. His brain was rushing with thoughts he never heard Kalim's answer.

The Prefect was doing a high ponytail cause it would take the least amount of time. It also would hopefully not cause him trouble. Once they were finished they moved to see how the hair style looked. Both Kalim and the Prefect went silent for a second. Their eyes were shining. "Jamil you should style your hair differently more often! You're so good looking!" Kalim exclaimed loudly. Jamil's eyes widened did Kalim of all people figure out his crush or was he just complimenting him.

"I agree. Jamil could pull off any hair style! Your hair is extremely soft and easy to work with. You should let me style it again!" The Prefect had to chime in. Jamil's face was on fire. He quickly pulled his hood up to cover his face. He couldn't handle all these compliments. His heart was racing immensely fast. "Ok you both had your fun let's quickly finish this study session." Jamil stated coldly. He felt his heart beating out of his chest. After the Prefect left he definitely kept his hair up for the rest of the night. If they found out he would surely deny it or claim it was too much of a hassle to fix his hair to the way it was.

#twst x gn reader #jamil viper x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #twisted wonderland x gn reader #twst jamil x reader #twst leona x reader #Twisted wonderland x reader #jamil viper #leona kingscholar

[momonica05]

Jack Jack - my tav for the "jack of all trades" achievement!

My urge to info dump about an oc won so now please, meet my son: Jack Jack (I don't know how to make a good blog post on tumblr, so I apologize if the images are a little too big)

JJ wasn't born a tiefling. He actually came from a family of humans, but he has no recollection of it outside of his father and grandparents, whom he hates with all his heart

At the age of 6, his father disobeyed his patron (for a good reason, but he doesn't know that, hehe). But instead of punishing his father directly, JJ was the target. He was turned into a Mephistopheles tiefling that day, and his family was horrified. He remembers the look of pure hatred and fear from his grandparents, shouting at him, saying he was now a devil. He doesn't remember his father's face, but he remembers his fingers, pointing at the door, and his husky voice "get out"

Since then, he had to live at the city of Baldur's Gate all by himself. He had some friends, partners, and even a mentor (which the dream visitor had taken form of)... but he never got back what he lost that day: love and identity

He spent a good portion of his life, mainly his adolescence, trying to "fit in". He even cut his horns off, which he regretted later down the road as he's now more confident in who he is. Beeing cursed by a devil at the age of 6, as one might imagine, was no easy feat. And aside from gaining an appearance that everyone deemed as "hellspawn", he also gained powers. Powers in which he can not control very well, but powers nonetheless (sorcerer wild magic)

After a whole life of stealing, performing, trying out magic and needing to run because uh oh you accidentally sumoned a troll in a bar! He... well, his life continued shit, but he never gave up. He had some not so trustworthy friends, but hey, as long as they're not a devil or a warlock, he's a very social guy!

Before he was captured by the mindflayers, he was actually planning on traveling around! He wanted to get all his skills worked on. Maybe study a bit more of his magic, as a wizard.... maybe becoming a bard with his musical talent... hell, maybe he'd finally accept his calling for the rogue life! The opportunities were endless!

That is until, of course, he got a tadpole in his mind... but eh, he was planning on traveling one day anyways, so why not use this as an excuse? (definitely not frightened at all haha what do you mean?)

So far, he's really enjoying his adventure! Here's what he thinks about each companion:

Lae'zel: heh, she wants to kill me! (nervously sweating and trying to do what she says because he's terrified, but also really likes her interrogation methods!)

Shadowheart: she's hiding something. She ain't fooling me...

Astarion: he's also hiding something, never EVER trust the snobs from the upper city.... unless, of course, you want their money/sleep with them. (thinks Astarion is a less hot version of him, with how similar they act. Except JJ actually has a soft spot for children and little rascals, so he'll always help them. He's more chaotic good)

Gale: i really liked him and wanted him to teach me how to do magic safely, but never mind! He just ate my magic spear, which doesn't seem very safe...

Wyll: he makes me angry with how he challenges my morals, okay? you shouldn't be nice! You're a warlock! (has a mental breakdown watching Wyll get transformed like he did and wonders if his father was a good man like Wyll all along)

Karlach: I was deadset on killing her... turns out she's not a devil! just a person like me! i really like her (wants to kill Zariel and enter rage like Karlach one day)

BONUS:

He knew damn well what he was getting into but opened the door anyways and said he was gonna write a smut about it (he's batshit insane)

Anyways... I guess that's it. That's all I have for now, I haven't progressed much into the game... sorry if his information is a little scattered around, I don't have it organized and probably didn't mention somethings (he chose his name, for example)

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #my tav #tav bg3 #baldurs gate tav #bg3 tav #tav #oc tav #Jack Jack #tiefling #tiefling tav #tiefling bg3 #urchin background #I just wrote all of this in one go and post it #so yeah apologies for any confusion #shoutout to the one person who was interested on seeing him! #you rule! #in short he's a menace #a lil chaotic good #as he still thinks that people shouldn't go through what he did and wants to do good #but will kill someone he thinks is not cool #chaotic good

[hanlixmin]

You’re My Bro, Bro! || JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x GN Reader <3

Warnings: None, just an annoyed/mad JK

Summary: Y/N plays too much and Jungkook is sick of it😭

A/N: Was working the other night and thought of this on break LMFAOOOOOO enjoy!

P.S: i didn’t proofread this so if there’s mistakes, i’m sorry. pls read past them <3

If you could use only two words to describe your boyfriend right now, it would be “big mad.”

You have to admit though, you’ve been pushing his buttons all day. He thought it was funny to mess with you, so of course, being the lovely partner of him that you are, you had to return the favor.

Jungkook hated when you called him “bro”, “bruh”, “bestie” or anything else other than the cute pet names you called him. It actually made him so mad but you couldn’t help but wonder what kind of reaction you would get out of him.

When you were finally out of the shower, dressed to start the day. You knew Jungkook would already be in the living room watching tv or playing his video games. The perfect time to catch him off guard.

Walking up behind him, he’s playing the video games with taehyung and jimin on the headset. “Hey, bro. You hungry?” Placing a kiss on his head. It definitely did catch Jungkook off guard, causing him to pause his game and remove his headset. “What did you call me?” He looked at you with his eyebrows furrowed together. A laugh dared to come out of your mouth but you held it in well. “I said, babe you hungry?” He looked at you with an expression that said he didn’t believe you. “A little bit.” He said, dragging the sentence because he knows that’s not what you said.

You nodded and headed off to the kitchen, before making it there, you waited until he was in the process of putting his headphones on. “Okay, bro. I’ll make us something to eat.” You didn’t think he heard it, but he immediately ripped his headphones off. “I knew it. Don’t call me that!” He said, shouting from the living room. He wasn’t too mad, but you were sure he’d be getting there. “Call you what? You’re crazy.” You said, turning around to chuckle. With that, you heard his footsteps. “You think you’re funny?” He was not laughing or finding anything hilarious. He was genuinely mad. “Bro, calm down it’s okay.” The laugh you’ve been trying to hold just couldn’t be held in anymore. Jungkook stood there giving you the coldest and most blank stare he’s ever given you. Your laugh was starting to die down but you just couldn’t get over how mad he was over just a simple word. “It’s not funny, Y/N.” Oh, you struck a nerve in him. He never uses your first name. Before you could say anything, he walked back to the couch and got back on his game. He was sulking.

Part of you felt bad, but it was just a little meaningless joke. You’d make it up to him eventually but his reactions were just so funny. Deciding to make his favorite dish, you figured you’d apologize that way. When it was done, you carried both of your plates to the living room. “Here, it’s your favorite.” You stood in front of him blocking his game, instead of acknowledging you, he looked around and past you. Continuing to play his game. “See this is why you’re my bro, bro.” You didn’t even mumble it, because him ignoring you kind of irritated you. Even if you were the one being annoying, him ignoring you always felt like a low blow. “Stop saying that shit, Y/N.” He said, rolling his eyes. He grabbed his plate and ate.

Every time he called you by your first name, it sparked a new line of pettiness in you. “Why you mad though br-“ Before you could say it, he cut you off. He put his hand over your mouth. “Are you done yet?” His eyes were dark. He was not happy with you at all. Not wanting to take it any further, you finally let it go. “Yeah, it was just a little prank bro.” Jungkook slammed the plate down onto the coffee table and was about to get up. “I’m kidding baby, I’m done. I’m done.” You said, pulling him back onto the couch, planting kisses all over his face. “It was a joke. I promise I’m done.” He looked at you as if he was waiting for you to do it again. Jungkook was really not in the mood. “Are you?” He said, with a low and serious tone. You nodded. “Yes, I’m done. Please eat.” You said, wrapping your arms around him.

Once you guys finished eating, you sat there watching him playing his game. “Damn bro- just kidding babe!!You’re good at this.” He poked his tongue into his cheek. “Y/N, don’t start.” He said, and you nodded. “Fine.” You cuddled up against him and eventually fell asleep on his shoulder. As you drifted off, you thought about what other pranks you could do on him.

#bts jungkook #bts jung jungkook #bts jk #bts fanfic #jungkook #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x reader #jungkook x original character #jungkook x oc #jungkook x you #bts x y/n #bts reactions #bts x reader

[gaychocolatehomicide]

People You Want to Get to Know Tag Game

I was tagged by @inquisimer !

Hello new friend!! Sorry for the delay, this is the second time I'm typing this out because Tumblr ate the first one! Thank you so much for tagging me! (Also, I have no idea how much enthusiasm is appropriate here, so I'm just gonna go for "a bunch" and you can let me know if I need to back off lol)

So! Into the thing!

Last Song: Top of My School by Katherine Lynn-Rose -- This one has had a grip on my spine since I first heard it. Gotta love that kid burnout 👉👉

Favorite Color: Purple! I also love seafoam/mint and like 85% of my stuff is one of those colors. My brother says it makes it easier to buy stuff for me!

Last Movie/Show: I've been watching Dimension 20's Fantasy High and I'm 4-ish episodes into The Seven, which is also in that universe. Cannot recommend it enough! (Also, Persephone Valentine is in it so there's another reason for any girl likers to check it out)

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: oh boy so I've got a ton of sensory stuff that makes food Complicated for me, but if we except all the stuff I can't eat, sweet > savory > spicy. Salty should go between sweet and savory tho imo

Relationship Status: happily coming up on 3 years with my wonderful partners! They both have tumblrs but I'm not gonna tag them for privacy reasons (their preferences). I just refer to them as my boyfriend and my noodle associate, respectively.

Last Thing I Googled: Thorn (letter) -- I needed it for a thing I was writing lmao. Fun fact, I have the long s (this guy: ſ ) saved as a text shortcut in my phone so I can use it to harass my friends

Current Obsession: I've been playing BG3 and Pathfinder: WOTR, but I can feel the Fire Emblem obsession creeping up on me again. I've been working on a couple old fics from 3 houses and some more recent stuff from engage and I can just... Feel it.

Last Book: I'm reading and annotating a memoir for my boyfriend, and I'm reading the Alana the Lioness books by Tamora Pierce for my noodle associate (very important part of their childhood). On my own I'm reading the Federalist Papers because I'm that kind of nerd (and I teach history but thats beside the point)

Looking Forward To: it's about to be AP season at my tutoring job and I'm so freaking jazzed to get to teach my favorite subjects instead of just SAT Reading/Writing all day every day. Like dgmw I love teaching grammar as much as the next language nerd, but I miss talking about the absolutely out of pocket things historical figures got up to.

Tagging Forward To: @fuitgummybat | @offbrandcrisis | @thiefbird | @satanic-fruitcake | @thevanillahorizon | @transfenris-truther | @bimyheel | @eye-of-yelough | @mirthcrowned

If we're mutuals and I didn't tag you, I still love you, but the template said pick nine so I grabbed folks off the top of my notifs

No pressure to anybody, but I'd love to learn stuff about you! 💜💜

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#tag game #entirely too much text - another novel by Tad #new friend new friend new friend!!! #sorry this took me literally like a week #im indecisive and also my memory is Not Helpful lmao

[mirrorsblogs]

𝐁𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝, 𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩, 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙨𝙝 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨, 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨

Nights were usually cold and unforgiving to you but the heat in your cheeks negated that entirely. There was a loud ringing in your ears preventing you from hearing anything or anyone, that was until a hand shook your shoulder.

“Are you listening?” Atsumu looked worried for a moment.

“Y-yes sorry. What were you saying?” You blinked in surprise at him and moved to grab his hand on your shoulder.

“Would you like to go out with me?” Ah, that was why you were shocked in the first place. What was Atsumu Miya to ask you to go out with him? Not after he jested with you in the hallway not after he ruined the relationship of your best friend and his brother.

“You are arrogant to not realize that I have no interest in you!”

“What are you-” His shocked voice was cut off by your angry one.

“Because of your prejudice, you ruined the happiness of my best friend, and even if you were the last man on Earth I still would never be with you!” With a huff, you walked away from him, leaving him at the back of your mind.

Hell would freeze over the day you ever went out with that chauvinistic bastard.

School the next day was just as it was, your best friend was down in the dumps a bit and avoided both Miya brothers.

“It’s not your fault.” You rubbed your best friend’s, Sakura, back, trying to get her to eat the salad in front of the table. “He’s blind to not see how good of a person you are.”

“I know it’s just that he was so nice to me and got me flowers and did all these things-”

“And none of that means anything if he rejected you. It’s his loss anyways.”

“I hate when you’re right.”

“Then you must hate your life.” You both laughed and she finally started to eat her food while you ate yours quietly.

From across the cafeteria, Atsumu looked longingly at your form until his attention was taken by something Aran was saying. He could fix this or he would die trying. Not literally of course.

“What’re you looking at ‘sumu?” Osamu nudged his brother’s shoulder before taking a bite of his food.

“Nothing. Hey, can I ask why’d you reject Sakura?” Atsumu turned his head to see his brother staring at him quizzically.

“You told me she was only interested because I was in Volleyball Monthly.”

“Maybe I was wrong.” Atsumu shrugged his shoulders and looked down at his food, pushing pieces of lettuce around.

“Oh the great Atsumu Miya admitting to being wrong, will the universe stay intact?”

“Forget it.”

The bell rang loudly signaling the end of lunch, next was chemistry a class you shared with Atsumu, Sakura, and Osamu.

“Today we will be continuing with finishing our lab reports. Continue with the partners you had yesterday.” Everyone nodded but you realized that your lab partner was absent.

“Miss, my partner is absent.”

“So is mine.” You turned behind you to see Atsumu sitting a few tables over and alone at the two-person partner tables.

“Pair up and make sure to cite which sections you did with your original partner and with your new partner.”

You nodded diligently, trying your hardest to keep your inner resentment to yourself. It was not as if you did not just reject and yell at this guy last night.

“My partner and I left off at the reflection questions.”

“Same.”

Both of you kept it professional, only talking if the question required it. Though you declined to address it, the tension between the both of you was thick and anyone around you could sense it. Sakura sat with her partner and gave you pitiful eyes.

Help me, you mouthed towards her. She looked thoughtful for a moment before dragging her finger across some papers and forcing a paper cut on her finger.

“Miss, I got a paper cut. Could I go to the nurse’s office?”

“Yes, pick someone to accompany you.” You thanked whatever higher being for your teacher being a little laid back in times like this.

“Hey, could you escort me to the nurse’s office?”

“Yeah sure. We can finish the rest with our original partners.” You nodded amicably at Atsumu who kept his head on his paper and waved you off.

When you got into the hallway you thanked Sakura endlessly who just laughed at your groveling.

“I thought I was the only one who had a problem with the Miya twins. What happened with you?” Sakura put pressure on the paper cut on her finger causing her to wince slightly. You paused in your step only now realizing you never told her about Atsumu’s confession.

“I yelled at Atsumu last night after he confessed his feelings for me.” Sakura’s eyes widened to saucers and her jaw dropped open.

“You what?!” Her hands dropped and she began shaking your shoulders lightly. “Just because I have a problem with them doesn’t mean you have to!”

“Atsumu was the one who advised Osamu to reject you. If I accepted his feelings that would be some violation of the girl code!”

“Oh my god! Go back to him and accept his proposal!”

“No! I told him he compromised your happiness and that I would never date him!”

“Think about yourself for once! He could have made you happy!”

You ignored her notion and continued to walk towards the nurse’s office. Sakura continued to chatter mindlessly about your stupidity among other things until you arrived at the location.

Sitting outside the office you pondered the basis on which you rejected Atsumu. It had only been a day and yet you were already questioning the validity of your decision. Were you a fool? No, you could never be a fool, especially when rejecting the awful Atsumu Miya.

Sakura emerged from the nurse’s office just as the bell rang and you both made your way back to the class to confirm with your teacher about your absence.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you girls about a volunteering opportunity. As you know I am the advisor for the volleyball team and we are in dire need of help in practice.”

“Volleyball?” Sakura’s voice was small and you could sense the hope of dating Osamu light up in her again.

“I don’t think we could, the practices are long aren’t they?”

“I’ll do it!” Sakura had a wide smile on her face that made you nearly facepalm.

“I know you’re hesitant but if it would help I could offer a recommendation for college in return?” This woman was good at convincing you, she was a nationally recognized chemistry teacher. It would look amazing to get a letter of recommendation from her on your application.

“Thank you. I’ll do it.” You said it with a tight-lipped smile.

You quickly sent a text to your mom about being home late and continued on to your last class of the day, English. Today was a silent work day to finish up any last-minute details on your literary analysis essays.

Silent thanking yourself for finishing and submitting it digitally last night you worked on finishing some of your other homework. You worked diligently until you heard the teacher call your name.

“Could you help Mr. Miya with formatting his works cited page?”

“Yes, I can.” You smiled dutifully and quickly walked to the front of the classroom. Curious eyes followed your figure but you paid them no mind as you leaned over slightly to see what the issue was.

“The indentation keeps getting messed up.”

“I would not recommend doing it by hand, try using a citation generator.” You turned the computer slightly towards you and began to pull up a citation generator.

“Thank you. Sorry for-”

“No problem.” You cut him off before he could finish, knowing full well he was going to apologize for his actions the prior day. You walked away before he could get in another word and walked back to your seat.

Some in the classroom glanced at Atsumu’s regretful face and your face of indifference in wonder. What had transpired between the two of you?

When you showed up to the volleyball practice after school the whispers had spread to teammates of Atsumu. They glanced at you more than once and slowly it started to make you uncomfortable.

“Hey Sakura, do I have anything on my face?”

“No why?”

“Everyone keeps looking at me.” You wiped the side of your face somewhat aggressively.

“That’s because everyone thinks something happened between you and Atsumu.”

Your hand stopped and you rolled your eyes in annoyance. Sakura giggled at your expression and went back to helping to set up cones for a drill.

The players had started their laps which caused you and Sakura to lounge around on the sides. Everything had been set up already so there was no work that needed to be done, now it was the waiting game.

“Who do you think is going to be done first?” Sakura said, while not diverting her attention from the shooter game on her phone.

“My bet’s on Suna. What about you?” Your bored tone seeped through your words as you mindlessly played snake on your phone.

“I’m betting on Atsumu.”

“Don’t feed his ego. He’s got enough arrogance as it is.”

“Girls, can you help pass out towels?” Your teacher called out to you and you both got up and picked up the towel baskets.

In the distance, you could hear heavy footfalls so you prepared to start handing out towels rapid fire. The first person who entered was Osamu.

“Here.” You shoved a towel towards his chest before Sakura could, knowing full well she would use it as an excuse to start chatting with him. He’s not good for her. Not in the slightest.

Sakura stared glumly at your attempt and began to playfully glare at you. Then the next person came, it was Suna. She handed him the towel with a smile and a nod, he thanked her and made his way into the gym.

The third person entered, Atsumu was sweaty and panting but had a large smile on his face. This time Sakura beat you to the punch and shoved a towel into his chest.

“Here.” She took the same tone you had with Osamu and wore an indifferent face. Atsumu nodded in thanks and quickly rushed into the gym to avoid the glares from both you and Sakura.

One by one players trickled in and you both were soon finished handing out towels. The coach had asked you to start the washing process so you both headed toward the laundry room.

“I didn’t think you would get angry at Atsumu.” You glanced at Sakura who was staring straight forward.

“I may disagree with your decision but I’ll always have your back.” She nudged your shoulder and smiled widely at you.

“He’s not good for you, you know?”

“He is, it’s just his brother got in the way that’s all.” Sakura shook her head and pushed open the laundry room door with her back.

“Any man who places someone else’s judgment above his own is a coward.” You plunked down the basket on top of the dryer.

“Who says he’s a man?” Sakura wiggled her eyebrows at you in amusement and you laughed.

“Fine then boys or men.”

“He just trusts his brother like I trust you.” You paused your motions of dumping the towels in the washer.

“Maybe you’re right.”

“I’m always right.” Sakura had a smug smile on her face.

“We both know that’s a lie.”

You both continued the conversation until you made your way back to the gym.

There was a lightness in the air as they just finished up a mock match. Shouts of victory and groans of defeat rang out as you and Sakura helped to clean up the cones from the finished drills on the side.

Atsumu paused his victorious shouts to look at you. Was his judgment of your friend, Sakura, really wrong? He shook his head and got his mind back into practice, now was not the time to be considering this possibility. Osamu stole a quickie glance at Sakura before his head was pulled into a noogie by Aran who ruffled his head.

When practice ended you walked quietly home only to hear loud talking behind you. Just your luck, Atsumu, and Osamu were walking right behind you. Picking up your pace you were unavailable to escape the both of them as Osamu shouted out to you.

“It’s dangerous to walk alone at night!”

“I’m perfectly content.” You gave him the cold shoulder and continued to walk silently.

“We’re going in the same direction anyways, what harm could it do?” Atsumu glanced down at your figure as he walked alongside you.

“Fine.” You were already too tired to fight them and what harm could it do?

All three of you walked silently, a car would pass by every now and then but other than that it was quiet.

“Thank you for helping out at practice.” Osamu smiled lightly at you.

“Your advisor offered volunteer hours who was I to pass it up.” Your cold shoulder made both twins shudder slightly. They shared a look and knowingly they both decided to be silent. Their words could only harm the already fragile relationship they had with you.

Your house came into view and you bid them goodbye quickly. Jamming your key into the front door lock the cries of your mother came into earshot.

“Mom, what happened?”

“Moonshine!” She sobbed. “The window was open. She got out!” Your mother descended into hysterical sobbing and you comforted her the best you could.

“I’ll put up lost and found signs tomorrow. Yeah?”

“Thank you!” Your mother had been emotionally attached to this cat ever since you adopted Moonshine from the shelter. Her reaction, though dramatic, was sincere in every right.

You pulled your computer from your bag and began to format a lost and found poster. Some details, a phone number, and the last thing to decide on was the photo.

“What photo do you want to use?” Your mother attempted to show you but each time she found a picture of Moonshine in the camera roll she descended into tears again. At some point, you gently grabbed the phone and chose a picture that best captured Moonshine.

“There, all done.” The next step was getting your mom to bed as she would be no help in this state. “You should go to bed, Mom.”

“Alright.” She pulled you in for a hug and her arms squeezed you uncomfortably. “Don’t disappear on me too.”

“You know I won’t.” You chuckled lightly at her antics and brought up her up to her bed. The posters were soon printed with whatever was left in the printer and you rushed out the door to start putting up posters.

It was 1 AM when you finished and you drudged back to your home and collapsed into bed. When you woke the next morning not one person had seen the cat so you got ready for school.

School was tiresome as usual but the lack of sleep you had gotten really to you. You found yourself dozing off during lunch which Sakura quickly reprimanded you for.

“Sorry.” You muttered into your wrist as Sakura tried pushing some of your hair back to get a better look at your eyes.

“What happened?” There was a knowing look in her eyes that made you sigh.

“Moonshine went missing.”

“Do you need help looking for her?”

“No, she’ll turn up eventually I just hope it's soon.”

“Yeah so do I.”

Unbeknownst to you behind both of you were the Miya twins who were working towards their table. The wheels in Atsumu’s head started turning as he made one realization: he had to find that cat.

When the bell rang you were grateful to find your lab partner back and you both quickly finished the lab report. Using the time to check your phone for any messages about the cat you failed to notice the occasional glance Atsumu threw your way.

“What are you staring at?” Atsumu coughed a bit in shock at his lab partner catching him.

“N-Nothing.”

“Yeah right.”

He quickly changed the conversation back to the lab report which they were able to finish just before class ended. There was tension in the next class as you realized that seating arrangements had been changed. Everyone stood at the back of the class awaiting instructions.

“Today we will be reviewing an adaption of Pride and Prejudice whilst reading the book. For our next unit, you will write an essay comparing and contrasting the two works.”

Some cheered, many groaned.

“Minato here.” Your teacher points to a desk in the front row. They continued until the table in the very back was the only one left. You dared not look to your side as you realized there was only one person left; Atsumu. “And finally, you both here.”

While you nodded in understanding, your inner consciousness cursed out the teacher for pairing you up with him. The teacher continued the instructions but it seemed Atsumu was more focused on your hand moving gracefully across the page.

“Weirdo.” You whispered under your breath as you caught him staring. He quickly snapped out of it but a small part of you blushed at the fact he was paying you attention so intently.

“The person you are sitting next to you will be your discussion partner so get to know them well.” The bell rang soon after and you rushed to meet with Sakura before volleyball practice.

“You’ll never guess what happened?” You cried into your hands.

“What?” Sakura sat down next to you.

“I got paired up with Atsumu for the next English unit!”

“Oh, I thought it was something more life-changing.” She shoved your head slightly in an effort to get you to understand your dramatics.

“It is life-changing! He is awful and I am going to go to jail for murdering him!”

“He’s not that annoying, get over it and suck it up.” She pulled you up to drag you away to the gym.

“For someone who is supposed to be my best friend you sure are rude.”

“That’s the only way it’ll get through your thick skull.”

“Hey! I’ll have you know this skull is very nimble!”

“Oh yeah let me check.” You tried pushing away Sakura’s hands which were knocking against your head. Eventually, you both dissolved into giggles and finally made your way into the gym.

At this point, you realized that no one told you about the polishing work done on the floor and you promptly fell to the ground.

“Ouch!” Just as Sakura was about to offer her hand, another hand emerged in your line of vision. You grabbed the closest one and it just so happened to be Atsumu’s.

When you got up your eyes connected with his and there was a small moment where you thought of how his hand felt. It was rough but warm, warmer than you thought possible.

Atsumu did the same and indulged himself just for a moment and thought of how your hand felt in his. Your hand was softer but firm, your hold on his hand was strong.

A throat clearing nearby alerted you both to drop your hands and you stepped away, returning to Sakura’s side. The coach called you over to set up some drill and while your back was turned Atsumu stared at his hand.

He turned away and flexed it outward at his side before shaking his head and focusing his mind on the game at hand.

“Start your laps!” Everyone began to run outside, putting on their outside shoes.

You and Sakura took the same positions as last time but instead of Sakura handing Atsumu the towel you did.

“Here.” There was no force or aggression in your voice, it sounded like a small whisper.

“Thanks.” Atsumu bowed his head slightly and went on into the gym.

On the other side, you vaguely watched Sakura bashfully smile at Osamu who was returning it with a smile of his own.

The practice ended a few hours later and you walked home, reluctantly accompanied by the Miya twins. It was silent as before but while your head was turned down towards the sidewalk the twins exchanged glances over your head.

Osamu gestured slightly for Atsumu to make some kind of move but he resigned and looked away. You turned to your street just before Atsumu could say one last thing and waved bye at them.

The door opened with the usual creak but what you found shocked you slightly.

“Oh, honey! Someone came by with Moonshine!” Your mother proceeded to kiss the cat on its back again.

“I didn’t get any messages about the cat. How did-” You put your bag down near the door and walked slowly towards your mother on the couch.

“It was a boy, wanted to remain anonymous he said.” Your mother was too engulfed with Moonshine to fully question the situation but you sure did.

“Who Mom?”

“I don’t know. Oh but he had yellow hair, isn’t that strange?” She giggled slightly before again playing with Moonshine.

“Strange indeed.” You spaced out for a moment. Why did Atsumu Miya of all people have to find this cat? Furthermore, why did he want to be anonymous?

“Dinner’s in the fridge but I promised that boy I would give him some food. You wouldn’t mind dropping it off right?” You smiled at your mother who was cradling Moonshine like a baby. How could you say no to that?

“Fine, but we’re getting a tracker on Moonshine’s collar alright?”

Your mother laughed at your overprotectiveness but nodded. She sat back for a moment before putting Moonshine next to her and continuing some work. You, meanwhile, walked into the kitchen to find freshly cooked lasagna with a sticky note on top with an address.

“Pemberly Street it is.” You sighed at the sticky note before picking the lasagna up and quickly grabbing your bag. A walk would do you good and for returning the cat you did not mind making a small walk.

The wind began to pick up as you walked closer and closer to the address but you paid it no mind. Almost like the universe had it out for you just as you arrived at Pemberley Street rain began to fall hard onto the pavement.

“Son of a-” You ran to the stoop trying your best to shield the lasagna from the rain. Incessantly ringing the doorbell, you waited till someone answered the door.

“Coming!” The voice of Atsumu Miya made your heart pick up in speed more than you would like to admit. “Sorry about the wait…” He trailed off seeing your slightly damp figure.

“My mom sent me to give you this.” You held the lasagna up to him and he looked down at it confusingly. “Thanks for finding my cat.”

Just as you turned to walk away lightning sounded off in the distance and Atsumu grabbed your hand to stop you. You turned and found him looking worriedly at you.

“It’s raining, you can’t walk back.”

“And who are you to decide that?” You dryly replied, eyes glaring directly at him.

“Listen I know-”

“No you don’t-”

“I do!” His shout startled you. “I was wrong. I was wrong to judge you and your friend when I didn’t know anything about the two of you. Ok?” His voice got quieter towards the end as he let the emotions consume him.

“I-” He sighed somewhat annoyed at your lack of response before motioning you to join him inside. You obediently followed him and looked around at his home.

“My parents are out for the night and ‘Samu is at your friend’s house, apologizing profusely.”

“Why? Why is he apologizing now?” You said it quietly while making your way from the main entryway to the living room and then the kitchen.

“I told him to.” You scoffed at him.

“So what he listens to everything you say?” You shook your head and laughed slightly.

“He trusts me. Don’t you have people you trust too?” Atsumu bumped past you to open someone in a nearby cabinet. His words made you truly pause for a long moment.

He was trying to protect his brother right? Just as you would Sakura in any instance.

“You did what you thought was best.” You muttered it so he could not hear it.

“What?” Atsumu turned from the cabinets to you with his eyebrows laced in confusion.

“Nothing. I need to call my mom. Let her know.” You brushed him off quickly to step into another room. Dialing the phone quickly you waited till your mother answered.

“Honey, where are you?”

“I’m at the Miya's, the rain got too bad so I’m staying here for the time being.”

“I’ll pick you up in the morning, I don’t feel comfortable driving in the rain.” You understood her reasoning but it nonetheless infuriated you.

“Fine. Bye.” Your clipped words made your mother sigh on the other end.

“Bye, dear.”

You sighed tiredly and rubbed the bridge between your eyes. Great now this.

“You always talk to your mom like that?” You turned to find Atsumu leaning on the doorway.

“Rarely, only when I’m annoyed.” You crossed your arms over your chest and looked anywhere but at him.

“Good to know.” Atsumu laughed cheekily before he walked towards you and forced your chin gently up with two of his fingers to stare directly into his eyes. It was only now that you fully process the actions of the past few days.

I should hate him. I know I should but I can’t find it within myself to actually hate him.

“What’re you thinking?” Atsumu leaned closer to you, whispering in your eyes. Your cheeks were inflamed just as they were just a few days ago.

“You’re a decent person.” He paused waiting expectantly for your next words. “You did a horrible thing but I was mean too wasn’t I?”

“You cared about your friend like I did my idiot brother.” He pushed a strand of your hair from your face. “Besides, their probably confessing their feelings right now.”

“Oh.” You stepped back slightly and pushed him slightly away. Somehow this all felt very sudden, so soon, so now?

“What?” Atsumu’s eyes darted around you as you stepped back.

“This is all very sudden with everything. And I don’t think I like you.” That was a blatant lie that even Atsumu can read.

“That’s a lie and you and I both know it. Why can’t you just admit your feelings for me?”

“That is mighty presumptuous of you!” You gulped and took a step back making contact with a wall.

“It’s not. Not when I see you blush anytime I’m near you. Or when I hold hands with you and you lean in. So why can’t you just admit you have feelings for me?”

“I can’t! Because admitting that I like you means that I was wrong!”

“Why? Why can’t you be wrong? Just this once?”

“I don’t- I don’t know. I just can’t explain how my heart beats faster when I think about you or when my stomach feels like it's about to explode when I make eye contact with you. I don’t know!”

“You have consumed my every thought, you have bewitched my mind and I like you for god's sake!” The conviction in his voice made everything fit together, the feelings, the sensations, the everything!

“I like you.” You whispered it before taking a few steps forwards toward Atsumu. “I like you.” You grabbed his face in your hands. “I like you.”

“I like you.” He laughed slightly before finally pulling you into a kiss. The yelling beforehand faded into the past as the both of you became consumed with one another. Eventually breaking apart you stared, dazed, up at Atsumu.

“Wanna go on a date?” He scoffed slightly and laughed.

“Yeah, yeah I do.”

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“ of course i came. you called me. what’s wrong? “ with steve plz? 🥺

Hi! Thank you for the request! I hope you like it! xoxo

Being someone’s partner means being by their side as life plants its kisses and punches. It’s loving the small scars that cover Steve’s body, the ones that tell the stories of his battles against evil, ones that could never fall from his lips. It wasn’t his fear of the Russians or upside down that scared him, but that these horrors were so close to you. As much as it ate at him to keep this from you, what good would it do to open your eyes to the Hell that was underneath Hawkins, an evil out of anyone’s control? Even if he couldn't escape it, the least he could do was keep you out of its gravitational pull. 

Once making sure everyone got home safe from the Creel house, Steve returned to his own cold home. Parents out of town as always, all that waited for him was the blinking of the answering machine. He presses the play button almost out of reflex, expecting to hear his mother’s rambling check-in or messages meant for his dad. Ready to tune out the noise, he begins walking to the fridge to forge for a snack when he stops.

“Steve?” your voice crackles through the room. It could be his sleep-deprived mind mulling things or the mechanical quality the answering machine always gives voices, but yours seems especially off. 

“Sorry I missed you and to bother you this late. It’s just that…something happened today. It’s stupid and I’m probably overthinking, but…I wanted to talk to you. Just hearing your voice makes me feel better.” you pause, sucking in a deep breath to try and clear the air before continuing, “Anyways, I miss you. I know I saw you Saturday morning, but two days still feels too long. I love you, Harrington. Talk to you soon.”

Steve's heart sinks as the inevitable comes, you were pulled into the hellscape that was the underbelly of Hawkins. Without a second thought, he’s running to his car and rushing to your house. He parks in your driveway, not even bothering to lock his car as he scrambles up to your window, tapping on the glass. His racing heart only begins to slow when he sees you turn on your lamp and make your way to the windowsill. Sleep softens your features, but Steve can still see the embers of fear in your eyes. He climbs into your room and into your arms. Distance only comes when he kisses your temple, whispering sweet nothings and ‘i missed you’. 

“Steve, is this because of my call? I’m sorry, you didn’t have to come so late.” your words are soft, as if trying to cushion the guilt you felt. 

“Of course, I came. You called me. What’s wrong?” Steve responds without a second thought. He looks back into your eyes, allowing you to see the concern and love that swim within their warm brown. 

“I feel like I’m losing my mind” you sign, burrowing into the familiar warmth of Steve’s neck. Your eyelashes tickle his skin as you blink back tears, “I don’t know what’s going on, or if it’s even real.”

Steve’s hand comes to cradle the back of your head, thumb drawing reassuring circles. His heart sinks as he feels your tears dampen the collar of his shirt. All he can do is hold you and hope that the conclusion his mind jumps to isn’t true. 

“Do you want to talk about it, or just have me here?” Steve’s question is met with a sniffle. You cling to him a bit closer before answering.

“I keep seeing things. At first, it was a clock, but now it’s voices, and…” you cut yourself off with a sob, unable to tell Steve about what you had seen. 

Your words seem stuck in the air like a thick fog weighing you both down. Steve’s hand continues to rub reassuring circles, his breaths as steady as he can make them. 

“Hey, you’re going to be ok. I’m here for you, no matter what. Nothing is gonna happen to you while I’m here, okay? I promise you. We can figure this out together.” Steve breaks away just enough to cup your face in his hands. His thumbs trace your cheekbones as if trying to rub the meaning of his words into your skin. With a kiss on your forehead, he asks,

“Are you tired? Do you want me to stay here with you and we can get some sleep?” When he sees your small nod, he chuckles. He knows he wouldn’t have been able to sleep if you hadn’t allowed him to be here with you. You wrap yourselves in the blankets and each other's arms. Steve watches your breathing slow and even out, sleep slowly taking you under its hold. He couldn’t let you out of his sight, couldn’t let Vecna take you into his hold. At least now he knew how to delay it him, already eyeing your cassette collection that he had helped you build. He has been able to protect you for this long, he planned on keeping good on that oath he had made.

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