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abittersweetsongforyou · 3 years

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wtfock fic recs part 2

saddle up for pt 2 babyyyy

wtfock fic recs pt 1

the underrated (just read them trust me they're brilliant)

wishing, wanting and longing by dottori

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart by orphan_account This isn't our first time around by noobishere this is us, through your eyes by dottori - with yasminas season starting id like to draw everyones attention to this fic from yasminas pov its sweet and sentimental and lovely and the fact that it has under 100 kudos is a fucking crime Scary Monsters (and Super Creeps) by berrevy - i love this author so much and this fic is so good, i love the way they're written here, the description is beautiful, 10/10 A morning without you is a dwindled dawn by Createdforyou - so soft i love seeing them just living their lives together Elayna Aan Zee by zetaphiuchi(ryuujitsu) - this one is sad and maybe sander forgives too quickly but its beautifully written and i love it you're an angel in disguise (you're an angel in my eyes) by thekardemomme - this is so sweet and lovely and warm everyone should read it I do now. by irregardlxss - robbe tells jens about the hate crime dreaming of you by ivy_seas - just them being happy at christmas time hold all my cliches on the tip of my tongue by nbrook - they're dorks and they're too horny for their own good but they love each other very much i've never been in love (but i wanna be, i wanna be) by ladypeaceful - what if sander took noors place at the party in episode 1 we have the stars (and this is given once only) by merengue - military au but also childhood friends and its so soft and beautiful and they love each other so much Agents Sliding Down The Chimney by berrevy - i seriously cannot recommend berrevy enough this is a christmas fic thats a little sad but also a whole lot sweet and very real which is what i like

angst bby

I follow you (deep sea, baby) by emotionalgoblin - sander pines in my mind, in my head by cubedmango - canon divergence for s3 last two episodes

gonna help you be free, honey by lamourestout - aftermath of the hate crime

We're always gonna be contaminated by nbrook - sander fucked upppp and everyone is sad but they communicate so its fine

the night we met by themoongirl - college au, sad boys :(((

show me some stars (beneath this ceiling) by peaceoutofthepieces - five times robbe wishes he could wake up next to sander and one time he does You're always there for me by nbrook - the s4 car accident aftermath (don't want anything) but all of you by MajorAccent - s4 car accident but extra extra angsty i know someone who kisses the way (a flower opens) by romantiser robbe and sander see each other again after sander paints the mural

sander and robbe being so in love it hurts

he is the one by themoongirl - marriage proposal im soft

I'm holding my breath, as the seasons change by bruisingknees - robbe moves out of the flatshare

new year's eve by themoongirl - sander is sad but robbe is soft

all you never say by nothingbutniall - fluffffff

you're the one that i want by themoongirl - sander needs reassurance

dark paradise by luckycharmz - sander is coming out of a low and robbe takes care of him

i was grounded (while you filled the skies) by wafflesofdoom - theyre in love okay

If a June night could talk, it would probably boast it invented romance by allforyoumylove - theyre childhood friends and theyre in love

oh my sunlight, sunlight, sunlight by alsjeblieft - sander painting robbe

Early Morning Dancing by teen_content_queen - flatmates dance in the morning v v cute

(inside my head) I've been at war by nothingbutniall - they're so soft pls

The sun came up and I was looking at you by allforyoumylove

Baby, Home Is In Your Arms by clarecas - robbe comes home to sander after his exam

don't be scared, you are my rock by peaceoutofthepieces - sander is sad but robbe is there purple lips (underwater) by dottori - fluff so much fluff i love it sm

in all your gorgeous colors by nothingbutniall - sander paints robbe you're still the that i love (the only one i dream of) by thekardemomme - i couldve also put this in the angst category but they just love each other so much its so beautiful My darling, I'm rooting for you by allforyoumylove - sander is having a depressive episode and robbe loves him fully formed, ready to run by MajorAccent - sander is down and robbe just wants to be with him paper rings by thekardemomme - they love each other so much and theyre going to get married one day i've always wanted a (boyfriend) by thekardemomme - christmas is sanders favourite holiday and robbe doesnt love christmas but he loves sander Come lie with me by allforyoumylove - they're roommates but they cuddle and fall in love glimpses by foxsake5 - theyre just living their lives, being in love, as they should

boyfriends being boyfriends

I absolutely adore you but we're absolute beginners by nbrook - sander is adorable

boy, i fucking got you by noobishere - yeah its rated e but its so sweet okay

Lovesick by szamsson - sander picks robbe up from school

you're a wonder under summer sky by nothingbutniall - boyfriends go camping

memories painted with much brighter ink by nothingbutniall - Christmas gift giving at the flatshare

we're keeping it simple by noobishere - eenvoud babyyyyy

Meet me in the hallway by nbrook - ahsdka Milan

double date. by fockinglevendcliche - double date with amber and aaron

back to the beach house. by fockinglevendcliche - sander wants to get it on and robbe is weak but their friends are assholes

take me with your constant shame by peaceoutofthepieces - cute date hold me close by sincerelysobbe - robbe is stressed and sander is the best boyfriend you charge me up (like electricity) by howlingsaturn - secret boyfriends if you say swim by soundnvision - another date another pool Modern Love by angelboygabriel - okay yes this is e rated but their. boyfriends and they're happy they're just also horny mkay You make me feel like I am whole again by nbrook - robbe has a rough day but sander is there being all cute and making it better I've been looking so long at these pictures of you by nbrook - much banter very cute You're my favourite kind of night by nbrook - at a halloween party finally kissing the right people Show me a piece of your heart, show me a piece of your love by nbrook - boyfriend tag for the broerrrs channel, unfinished but so much fun thus far working double time by noobishere - sander is wearing a turtleneck and he looks hot in it Ground Control by angelboygabriel - christmas clinging and sex because why not oh and they're in love hopeless romantics by thekardemomme - it's their anniversary and ugh they love each other sm sander driesen versus a mistletoe by dottori - its christmas and sander just wants to fucking kiss robbe okay high for this by flowermaze - sander is drowsy and still finds time to flirt with robbe All You've Got to Do Is Win by berrevy - they actually do play that tennis match years kept in minutes by peaceoutofthepieces - they have traditions and its adorable pls love is the opening door by cryingcancer - robbe and sander facetime on their anniversary after sander was sappy on instagram Home by foxsake5 - sander is a massive simp and robbe looks hot in a robe You don't have to say you're mine by nbrook - robbe is a little insecure and sander is there to reassure him Distracting by sincerelysobbe - v v v cute jahsdjah sander is weak for robbe we all understand bro February 14th, 2021 by foxsake5 - no words bro just cute af if we can make it through december (maybe we'll make it through forever) by nothingbutniall - sobbe at the christmas market This = Love by nbrook - robbe is hungover and sander loves to tease him They ain't living life like this by Createdforyou - halloween but this year they're together

sexy times

Woensdag 16:36 by Anonymous

i don't even wanna fuck, i just like you by eversincewefellapart

Vrijdag 18:26 by Anonymous - hurt and comfort

video phone by tokyometropolis(mesohorany) - quarantine times

Don't know where I'm going from here (but I promise it won't be boring) by skamsnake

snakebite by Anonymous

Zaterdag 09:58 by foxsake5

Wildfire by sincerelysobbe - no smut just kissing but they steamy

come on (mess me up) by MajorAccent - sex but tender 🥺

The Teenage Trifecta by little_but_fierce

i glow pink in the night in my room (blossoming alone over you) by midsummernightoddity

life is a pop of the cherry by icedwhitemocha - the hotel

Ik Win by Anonymous

In his arms tonight by allforyoumylove

long may he reign by tokyometropolis(meohorany) - well considered smut jsdhjhd

Draw Me Closer by skamsnake

When I live my dream (please be there to meet me) by skamsnake

we click, we go boom! by strangeparties Dark Red by nancy_mcfly - friends with benefits play the game of grown-ups by Anonymous - they have a lot of sex but its because they're in love

#wtfock #wtfock fic #wtfock fanfic #wtfam

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nepenthendline · 4 years

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S/O that self-harms and has an eating disorder - Tsukishima, Tendou and Sugawara

TRIGGER WARNING AHEAD: SELF HARM AND EATING DISORDERS

I’m dumb and accidentally posted this half done so thats why the requests are in screenshots

I’ve added these two requests together as they’re about the same topic. Firstly I just wanted to let anon though that I’m absolutely fine writing about these topics so you don’t need to worry! I will, however, make it extremely clear on these posts about the trigger warnings and I won’t go into intense detail so that it’s more accessible, I hope that’s ok! And thank you for your lovely words! 🥰🥰 I have added trigger warning tags for those who need to blacklist this, but please please let me know if you need me to add any others

I know there are so many people who are struggling with these issues, especially at the moment with covid, I’ve been there too and I’m still dealing with these things myself so I want you to know that if you need to talk to someone, or you’d like an emergency request, then my askbox and messages are always open. You are not alone, you are not ‘strange’ for dealing with these things, and I promise you things will get better, I’m already proud of any progress you have made and you should be too. It’s ok to have worse days and to fall back into negative spaces, you’re human!

Also, these will be following my own mental health hcs of these guys that I’ve already posted so check that out first!

Tsukishima:

Tsukishima is the one who understands this the most

he’s been there, he’s struggled with those things and he is still fighting

if you didn’t tell him upfront about your struggles, he would have easily found out by himself quite quickly

since he has been through it himself, he knows the warning signs to look out for, so when you start covering your arms more often even with the hotter weather, or make a passing comment that you aren’t hungry at meal times, he knows it’s his time to step up as a support system

he isn’t going to be particularly forward about it, he’s not the type to come up to you out of the blue and ask questions because he knows some of them can’t be answered, so he takes things into his own hands

he spends more quiet time with you, just the two of you cuddling in your bed as he brushes his fingers over your body

while it may seem like a usual calming display of affection, he is really searching your body for any marks or wounds that are new

he tries to coax your feelings and worries out of you, telling you that you can trust him and that he isn’t going to run away

he knows that he can’t expect you to open up without him doing so either, so he lays himself out for you

he tells you what he has been through, he shows you the scars on his body, he lets you into his heart and his head so that you know you aren’t alone

once you both spill your stories, you don’t talk about it much after that, you both know what is going on so it’s just a matter of taking care of each other

regarding food, he isn’t going to force you to eat huge meals, because he has a small appetite even when he’s eating perfectly fine

but he is going to try and get you eating little amounts consistently throughout the day

you don’t want to eat a full meal? that’s fine, but he is going to be passing you little snacks every few hours so that you at least have some fuel in your body

he’s a smart guy, he knows how the body functions at its best and he will do his best to teach you too in hopes that knowing what your body needs and how it reacts to certain situations will aid you to treat it better

he’s not going to wrap you up in bubblewrap and shield you from the world either, but he will do his best to make sure that there isn’t anything you can easily hurt yourself with in your reach

he’ll put sharp objects on the top shelves, saying it’s just to piss you off about your height

he also always keeps a first aid kit on him in case of emergencies, something he has gotten into the habit of over the last few years

he’s not going to sit there and tell you everything is going to be perfect or to just ‘get over it’, it’s going to be a long process with both of you learning and fluctuating every day, but you’ll both get there eventually

Tendou:

Tendou is extremely attentive, he knows exactly when your mood has changed or if something is wrong

he’ll leave it for a little while to see if you’ll come to him yourself, but if you don’t, then he’ll start asking questions

they start off as simple, casual questions to check up on you, like ‘how are you feeling today?’, ‘how was your day today?’, before they go into specifics if he feels like you aren’t being honest with him

he’s the type of guy that makes ‘jokes’ about his depression, even going as far as joking about suicide or self-harm, and when he notices you flinch ever so slightly at his words, he knew what was going on

he brings it up one day as if talking about the weather while reading manga together

“you’ve been hurting your own body, haven’t you?”

he tries to keep the conversations a light-hearted as possible, saying how you are now ‘scar buddies’ as he lifts up his shorts to show you his thighs

he understands that what he says isn’t really going to do much, but he’s still going to shower you with compliments and affection in the hopes that it brightens your mood and distracts you even a little

distraction is his main way of helping you - if he can keep you busy then there’s less chance of you hurting yourself in his eyes

he’s going to call you over or turn up to your room unannounced with a book in hand to read together, or invite you to cuddle with him as you have an anime binge session, he also wants to make sure you’re getting outside enough so walks to get ice-cream and sit in the park happen frequently

he knows he can’t ‘cure’ you or actually make things better, so he mentions about seeing a therapist if you aren’t already and he will support you every step of the journey if you do decide to seek help

like Tsukishima, he also has a smaller appetite in general so he doesn’t expect you to eat tons

he uses prompts often to try and get you to eat more, such as “babyyyy I’m hungry, let’s go down to the cafeteria together and get some food ok?” or “I bought this jumbo pack of ramen but I can’t eat it all myself, come give me a hand?”

he likes getting you sweet treats too, they often make him feel a little perkier so he hopes they will for you as well

he isn’t going to give them any details, but he will ask his team to keep an eye on you if he isn’t around

he likes to use rating systems with you to determined how you’re doing in the day, whether that be on a scale of 1-10, or texting him a particular emoji that signals if you’re having a bad day

he will never get mad or annoyed at you if you relapse, he understands its a journey that will have it’s ups and downs, but he always reminds you of how far you’ve come and how proud he is

Sugawara:

out of these three boys, Sugawara is the one who understands this the least

he’s never dealt with this issues himself, and he has never been around those who have besides those who struggle with anxiety

even though he can’t empathise, he is naturally an extremely caring person so he wants to do his best to understand

he reads up on self-harm and eating disorders to learn about how they originate, how to notice warning signs and what he can do to help you best

he comes to you a lot as well, asking if there is anything he should know or that he can do for you

while he may not notice these issues themselves straight away, he is always checking up on you in general so he can tell if there is something a little off

it breaks his heart to know that you intentionally harm yourself and it takes him a little while to wrap his head around it

he knows he can’t do much to help the issues you face directly, so he makes sure you are keeping up with more general self-care, such as showering, getting some little exercise everyday, indulging in your hobbies and talking to him and other friends

if you need to rely on him for a little while you’re trying to get back on your feet then that’s fine with him, he is more than happy to remind you to do things to take care of yourself and help you do them too

Sugawara is the most forward when it comes to you getting help from a doctor or therapist

he has a couple serious talks with you about how you need to find a method of battling this, whether that be therapy or medication

as much as he wants to be, he can’t take this away from you

he starts stocking his bag with emergency items too, things like bandages, healing ointment or any safe foods that you can eat

to help your eating, he does his best to make food become part of your regular routine in hopes that it will make eating become more familiar and less daunting

this means regular meal times and creating lists of safe foods with you that you feel you can eat better than others

he will do his best to make sure all your meals have the right nutrients for your body and also recommend you take vitamin supplements daily in case you have a bad eating day and cannot get them through your food

it frustrates him that he can’t do more for you, or that he can’t understand exactly how you feel, but he never shows you that

he will always have his arms open for you if you need support and he will never ever blame you for the struggles you deal with, he reminds you constantly that there will be better days and he is going to be with you through all of them

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ak8shi · 4 years

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Atsumu + Sakusa + Akaashi reacting to you tying up your hair Tiktok prank (pt. 2)

Part 1

warnings: slightly suggestive/nsfw?? I guess, mentions of dick, some spoilers !

a/n: tysm for giving the first part so much love, it makes me so happy to think so many people enjoyed it <3

Miya Atsumu

Can I get an F in the chat for this man

He isn’t ready to be played like this aha

So you are sitting in his living room, watching a movie

You’re both sitting on the couch, you sitting between his legs with a big bowl of buttery popcorn he probably doesn’t even eat it because of his stupid healthy diet

All you can focus on is the prank you saw on Tiktok, I mean it’s the perfect opportunity

You’re already kind of between his legs where you belong

You pretend to spill a bit of the popcorn on the carpet and if we’re being honest he would be an ass about it

Him: you’re so cute when you’re clumsy 🧚🏼‍♀️💗✨now go trip over the ledge of my apartment balcony 🥰💫💞

LMAO so you get down from your previous position, and you manage to set up your phone on the corner of the little side table near the couch

Atsumu is so absorbed in the movie his aggy ass doesn’t even notice

You place your hand on his outer thigh, slightly stroking it

NOW HE’S PAYING ATTENTION

You start to put your hair up in a ponytail, and I think he would be genuinely surprised at your boldness for a second but then he’s like,, IT’S HORNY O’CLOCK

Him: Aha ahaha I know baby,,…. I’m just irresistible like that 🤪🥴

AAKSKKSS his vibes are something else he belongs to the streets

You, looking him dead in the face: oh ? I’m just on the ground picking up the popcorn I spilled like the lowly peasant I am :)) Don’t mind me !

Cue pouting Atsumu he honestly needs someone to put him in his place

Now he’s doting on you and being super cute, trying to get you to get back into his lap

“Babyyyy, I didn’t mean to mouth off at ya, c’mere and I’ll show you what else this mouth can do”

CRINGE LMAO,,,, he’s trying though and somehow the prank went an entirely different direction

You’ve been holding out on smiling or showing any type of emotion on your face, but then you crack and start smiling

You finally tell him it was a prank

You: I remember the words “I’m just irresistible like that” specifically coming out of your mouth

Him: well did I lie

You decide against posting it for his wellbeing, the tiktok community would’ve chewed him up and spit him out💀

Sakusa Kiyoomi

Oh god,,,, do not put him on the spot like thisss

Atsumu and Bokuto somehow convinced you to pull one on your boyfriend

You in the groupchat called MonSter BootY 🅱️itches: u guys he will simply step on me

Bokuto and Atsumu: Sis, that’s why it’s going to be so funny, you’ll thank us when you go viral

Anyways, the two boys offer to hide and record the whole thing in the locker room after practice

Sakusa comes out of his fifth shower of the day and is like,,, why are you in here

You: oh you know,,, just hanging out 🥰

He’s probably shirtless too,,, sheesh

Atsumu and Bo are hiding out in one the showers Atsumu has to cover Bokuto’s mouth the entire time

Sakusa is rolling his eyes at you, he’s just like whatever I’m almost done and then we can go

He’s standing near you while you sit on a bench he definitely tells you to get off it because of how many germs are on it and for the simple fact that Atsumu’s ass touches it

I’m screaming you’re already stifling your laugh knowing Atsumu is HEATED behind the shower curtain hearing that

Okay so you give the boys the cue to start recording, asking Omi to give you a kiss on the cheek

Usually this man would NOT do this in front of his teammates,,, but since he thinks he’s alone he makes an exception

He leans down to carefully press a kiss to your turned cheek, and then you make your move

You gently knock your phone down smooth

You get down on the ground, brushing your hand along his leg and calf

At this point you’re sure Atsumu and Bo are LOSING IT

And so you pull the hair tie from your wrist, putting your hair up in a messy bun

He’s looking down at you kind of intensely, and you think for a second that he might go along with the prank you: I like the view

You: oops I dropped something 😉

Him, stepping away from you: oh my god,, get up right this instant or I will not be able to legally touch you for the next week

THE EMBARRASSMENT,,,, you can’t recover from this he is so grossed out LMAO

You reluctantly pick up your phone and get up, hearing the boys’ thundering footsteps as they sprint out of the locker room,, laughing their asses off

He doesn’t even care about them at this point, he’s just like we need to get you home and into the shower IMMEDIATELY,,,

Sakusa looking at the Tiktok later: what do you mean it only went viral because I’m shirtless

You, looking at his Amazon purchases: why did you order so many gardening knee pads

Him: I know how to treat a girl right sweetie

Akaashi Keiji

Listen, this man is so freaky on the DL,, you’re like there’s no way you can’t get a reaction out of him

So you decide to surprise your boyfriend during lunch at his internship for a top publishing company

You are so proud of him and you make him so happy:((( please

Because of this, you decide to not post the Tiktok in case it jeopardizes his career!!

He’s so excited to see you, he’s grinning and softly holding your hand to lead you back to his secret lunch spot

You: Keiji why are we in a bathroom stall

Him: bold of you to assume I have friends here

You’re like, okay not what I was expecting but I can still make this work

It’s like one of those super fancy bathrooms with a lounge area and table, so you both sit down there

Keiji goes to lock the door so it isn’t awkward if someone comes in to take a piss and you’re just stuffing your face with dick food

You made/bought his favorites and he’s so thankful to not be alone for once during his lunch break I am crying

He’s sitting next to you, eating his favorite licorice candy with his arm slung around your waist

You think it’s the perfect time to do the prank, so you start putting your plan into action

You drop your napkin onto the floor as he’s telling you about how whack his supervisor is, and you bend down to pick it up

He doesn’t really think anything of it, letting go of your waist so you can grab it, expecting you to come back to your previous position

You don’t LOL

On the ground you hold onto Keiji’s knee he do be manspreading in front of you

You hear him gulp, and then you go to tie your hair, up, looking up at him through your lashes

You: sorry I dropped my napkin 😊 let me grab that really quick

You’re not really sure how things progressed so fast, but the next thing you know he’s leaning forward, his hand is gripping your cheeks and he’s sternly staring at you,,, oh so he’s HOT hot

“Don’t tease me like that right now sweetheart”

Let me move my bangs because,,,

He brings your mouth to his, you can taste the licorice that he had been previously eating

The kiss is kind of ROUGH,, like a warning , and then he pulls away going back to his normal self, popping another licorice into his mouth

.. speechless..

You: why do you ruin my fun

Him: I will not hesitate to dick you down right here

You: you have such a way with words ❤️

Him: anyways,,, let me explain to you why I suspect my supervisor is a cancer

The video ends up being too sexual to post but are you complaining ??

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emmarzhere · 3 years

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3am AU time: Sanders Sides Swap!!

Once again I can’t sleep due to my brain insisting it’s much more important to write down these ideas for a Light and Dark side swap AU than sleep, so 3AM TUMBLR RAMBLE IT IS BABYYYY!!!

So I wanted to try using traits already existing in each character to make their inverses, rather than just swapping traits or completely changing the character’s core values, and these are my initial late night ideas:

(Note: I saved this as a draft and revisited it in the morning / afternoon to make sure it all actually made sense and to add to it with a fresh mind)

(Extra note: I accidentally lost all my additions and the entirety of Patton’s and Virgil’s descriptions by refreshing the page, so it’ll now be written out again in a less formatted way. DAMN YOU TUMBLRRRR!!!!!!)

Roman:

My initial reaction was to make Roman “Pride”, and extend on his egocentric nature (like what is done with many Dark!Roman interpretations), however five minutes of laying in bed thinking about it later I found a trait I felt fit him better: Delusion.

This Roman could still be very much “Netflix kids and family”, living and trying to make Thomas live in a fantasy land where everything is always fine and dandy. This insistence of only seeing things through his figurative or not so figurative rose tinted glasses makes this Roman very naive and hard to get through to, and while on the surface appears very appealing to Thomas (when they first meet Thomas doesn’t understand why Roman counts as a dark side) can be very dangerous if Thomas leans too much into his ways of escaping reality, aka making Thomas a delusional person. The best part of this choice of trait for Roman is that I can still tie in his ego; delusions can be fuel people’s egos, and also to protect them from harsh realities, hence why Delusional works as a role for Roman.

While normally I see Dark Side Roman designed to be an evil prince or king, I decided to go for a more glamorous look which I think fitted my version more: Roman would wear a pristine black and red suit consisting of a red waistcoat, tie and trousers, a black button up shirt and black or red heeled boots. I also wanted his design to link to the white peacock (a rare type caused by a genetic mutation), so I topped off the outfit with either a vintage white shawl or a Cruella style coat (leaning towards Cruella because we know Roman and Disney!) with white peacock feathers attached (still trying to decide if I want Roman to have decorated the feathers with red and black accents or not), and a pair of literal rose tinted glasses to hide his white peacock eyes - pale blue with a glassy look to them which always gives the impression that he is far away, even when he’s not.

Finally his sword is replaced with a grandiose black walking stick with silver details, along with the handle being a silver peacock head (note: possibly detachable from the cane to reveal a silver knife?). I chose this as weapons like these in fiction are often used to appear innocent, only to reveal a hidden depth of skill and character; a description which I think applies well to Delusional Roman.

Extra note: Delusional Roman gets snappy, angry, or even threatening when people try to break him out of or correct him on his delusional ways, though he will often try to slip deeper into his fantasies than actually deal with emotional confrontations.

Extra extra note: Roman is incredibly jealous of his brother as he can’t understand why he’s been accepted despite Roman being the one who creates such wonderfully perfect worlds for Thomas to escape off into! He’s also jealous of how his brother doesn’t care what others think of his work and doesn’t seek validation from the others, not that Roman would ever admit that he does either of those things.

Patton:

So the 3 main aspects of Patton I felt would work best for a Dark Side are his destructive selflessness, his overly strong morale compass and how he encompasses many of Thomas’ more negative feelings.

I couldn’t decide whether to officially label him as “Denial” or “Repression”, but either way he holds a similar role: he represses his / Thomas’ negative feelings, as well as tries to push Thomas to do the morally right thing (as he still represents Morality, just not as his main trait) which almost always is the selfless option. It’s almost impossible to convince this Patton that his viewpoint is not necessarily the correct choice (he’s in denial that he as Morality can ever be in the wrong), and he becomes hostile when his views are continuously challenged.

The light sides see Patton as the main holder and cause of Thomas’ negative feelings (eg. makes Thomas act selfless and do things for others until he’s burnt out and depressed), and when Thomas is feeling these negative feelings Patton experiences them but more strongly to the point where the others have to force him out of bed (usually Logan) and take care of him until he and Thomas get out of the depressive slump. However once he’s out he will deny that he was the problem and begin pushing Thomas down the self-destructive path again.

While this Patton will deny his depression and many negative feelings, he is still not as upbeat as Happy-Pappy-Pal-Canon-Patton, matching more with how the side acts in more serious moments such as at the end of SvS redux. He will smile and comfort others, but laughter and puns are rarely seen.

Another thing about this dark side Patton is that he is very manipulative (a trait shifted from Janus to Patton), even if he doesn’t believe himself to be. He uses his role as “morale compass” to invalidate other’s opinions if they clash with his, and often emotionally hurts the sides he gets close to by caring for them and performing selfless acts for them to show his love (eg. makes breakfast for the other Darks sides every morning, goes out of his way to learn more about their interests so that they can have someone to talk to them about) followed by him simplifying complex morale dilemmas in a way that makes it appear that his option is the only correct one, making the others feel bad about their differing viewpoints (a bit like how Roman felt invalidated and morally wrong throughout SvSR as his views didn’t line up with Patton’s).

This Patton wears a worn out pale blue shirt with a fraying black jumper over the top, leaving only the collar of the shirt visible. He has frog features too; with blots of green skin scattered all over his body, slightly webbed hands and he croaks! The splodges grow larger the more emotion Patton represses. He also really doesnt like his frog features as they don’t align with the perfect image of himself that Patton has in his head, so he tries to cover them up as much as possible with his black jumper, pale blue gloves (leather ones as he tried woollen ones and his frog skin made them go sticky) and baggy trousers, although there isn’t much he can do to hide the blots on his face or his brown frog eyes....

(He’s also constantly worn out as frog-pops has no clue what self-care even means)

Extra note: Patton goes through a sort of alternate character development to canon Patton, where as he begins to be accepted by some of the Light Sides and Thomas they discuss how he doesn’t just represent Thomas’ negative feelings, but all of his feelings; a lot of them are just also accidentally repressed alongside the “bad” feelings. As time goes on Patton becomes more cheerful and goofy, even dropping the occasional dad joke, although never quite to the levels of canon Patton.

Extra extra note: The happier this Patton is, the less faded the blues on his clothes become (much like Virgil’s eyeshadow), until at moments of peak happiness his gloves and shirt are canon Patton blue (eg. when Thomas is with Nico, or when Janus and Thomas first accepted him). Cute blue embroidered designs also form on his black jumper at peak happiness, such as butterflies, simple cats, pawprints and frogs.

Logan:

So Logan is the only side I have decided to leave with the same official trait title: Logic, although he also has the orange trait Anger within him. He will also be taking the place of Virgil as the Dark Side who is prematurely accepted.

However Logan here is still different from canon Logan: he represses and denies his emotions even more than canon due to the other dark sides attitudes towards him (Delusional Roman in particular does not appreciate the truth bombs and logical reasoning the calculator watch drops), leading to more angry outbursts / orange showing through. This makes Logan a horribly unstable side, with him appearing completely apathetic to any sort of feeling for an undetermined period of time until he next reaches his limit and has an explosion of rage - he holds both Logic and Anger/Orange in him here, but the anger shows through a lot more due to his circumstances.

His clothes are always shredded and falling apart due to him tearing them when he’s angry + the rage can come out like an explosion that wrecks everything in his surrounding area, including the clothes on him. He sticks to plain black t shirts and trousers to start with as he claims he doesn’t see the point in putting effort into an outfit as he has no desire to please others.

However when Thomas starts making videos Logan can’t help but show up from time to time. He is unsure why as he could not care less what Thomas or the idiotic “Light Sides” think of him, though he figures while he’s there he might as well educate the buffoons so they can reach more informed, educated conclusions to their constant dilemmas.

At first the Lights don’t take his presence well, and more times than one he’d leave towards the end of an episode to explode in the privacy of his room. But surprisingly they eventually start listening to him, considering his inputs, and Logan leaves filming shoots satisfied, even popping into the Light Side’s area occasionally outside of filming days to talk to them.

However Logan notices a pattern as time goes on: the more he’s around the Light Sides, the less he goes Orange. He tests it by spending a week only hanging with the Lights and finds that his anger barely built up at all. Logan quickly reaches the conclusion that his orange trait isn’t actually uncontrollable, it’s how the others treated him that made it so hard to act civil. That is what leads to Logan hating the Dark Sides (much like canon Virgil does) and finally joining the lights.

Soon after being accepted Logan has an outfit change, where he goes from his burnt, tattered rags to his canon outfit, as he finally feels stable and appreciated enough to trust himself in not ruining a nice new Logic outfit. From then on his journey is about accepting that he has feelings and learning that they’re valid.

Extra note: Logan’s worst fear is the idea of going Orange in front of Thomas or the Light Sides - he finally has people who listen to him and if they see his orange side it might scare them off or they’ll lose any respect for him they had. Worst of all they could get hurt…

Extra extra note: Neither Thomas or any of the Light Sides apart from Janus are aware that Logan holds the Orange trait, believing that he only ever was Logic, just more apathetic to start with (and they actually all buy his reasoning of his old outfit being trashed due to him not caring enough about appearances to fix it, to Janus’s dismay but not disbelief - a bunch of himbos, the lot of them!).

Virgil:

Virgil still represents the “Fight or Flight” response in this AU, just without the excess Anxiety. His official title would be “Instinct”, and he would be more confident than canon Virgil. The decrease in anxiety would also make him better at making rational decisions, though he would still freak out and make not-so-great choices in stressful situations.

Rather than a spider, I decided to link this Virgil more strongly with a cat, with heightened senses, lightning reflexes and eyes that reflect light much like a cats. These additions also match with his change of aesthetic from patchwork emo to fantasy vigilante mixed with bright purple punk, plus the addition of purple eyeshadow applied actually correctly. I made this choice as both canon and this Virgil see themselves as a protector of Thomas, yet Virgil is still slightly more morally grey than the other 2 Light Sides (sort of like canon Logan) hence a darker design. Plus is it really Virgil at all if he doesn’t spend his free time listening to MCR?

Virgil also takes the role of canon Roman when it comes to Patton being accepted: he initially falls strongly for Patton’s caring qualities, with the Dark side helping sooth his anxious moments and suggesting that Thomas make other non-selfish options that don’t make Virgil feel as anxious as some of Janus’ options. So for Patton’s first few conflicts Virgil sticks up for him, claiming he’s not all bad. Then he witnesses how Patton’s selfless choices affect Thomas and realises he’s been manipulated; there was no reason to go all the way with Patton’s choice and hurt Thomas, yet Patton had convinced him that it was either his way or the wrong way, no compromises available.

So by the time Patton reveals his name Virgil really dislikes him and makes a snarky remark in which Patton replies with a jab at how he didn’t realise being Thomas’ protector meant that you could be as evil as you wanted with none of the consequences. Virgil’s equivalent line to Roman’s hero one could be something like “Don’t you trust me?” or “I thought I was your best friend?” - then again Roman’s hero line does work with this version of Virgil.

Janus:

This was one of the easiest traits to decide: with a lot of his more manipulative and deceitful traits being distributed between Patton and Roman, Janus is officially titled “Self-Preservation”, and while he doesn’t claim the father role like Patton does, he is still very much seen as a parental figure and guiding light for Thomas and the lights. He tries to be warm and welcoming to the Light sides (part of his role is to take care of Thomas, hence taking care of the parts that make Thomas), and they naturally gather around him as he gives off a safe aura.

However he is not quite as kind to the Darks - he still has the role of managing what truths Thomas can handle, so he controls which sides stay hidden from him. The darks being revealed tends to be down to him slipping up or the side finding a way around his defences more than by him deciding Thomas is ready to meet them, and each time it happens he beats himself up over it and tries to work harder to not let it happen again. The problem he doesn’t realise is that the slip ups tend to happen in the first place due to him overworking himself to make the others / Thomas happy - he doesn’t quite perform the self-care he preaches about.

I’m still not quite sure where I want to go with Janus’ outfit: the initial thought was to put him in a more Patton inspired attire, however this is still Janus, and he is still a theatrical boi. I ended up settling for a mainly cottage-core aesthetic with a flowy long sleeve yellow shirt made out of a light fabric, brown trousers and an overly large sunhat. He also drapes himself in bright patterned shawls and wraps (still predominantly yellow in colour) as while he doesn’t look as snake-like as he canonically does he still has certain snake traits, such as a weakness to the cold and a yellow tint to his left eye.

However snake features do begin to form later on into the AU as Thomas’ views on Lights and Darks alter over time: he begins to realise that despite how it appears Janus is not always in the right, such as how if it hadn’t been for mistakes Thomas would never have met the Darks and learnt to grow as a person - in fact if Self-Preservation got the say in everything he would likely do little growing whatsoever. He and in turn the other Lights begin to find Janus too stifling until SvSR happens where under the stress Janus becomes a true snake boi. The scales and proper snake eye don’t fade afterwards due to Thomas’ subconscious change in perspective, and while it is a big new insecurity at first over time Janus learns to accept these new changes to himself and the Mindscape, and begins adding a touch of darker mystical aesthetic to his look (slightly fantasy fortune teller based) to match his new look better - although cottage-core remains his go to!!

Extra note: In this AU Janus is definitely the side that would most likely be seen going around the Mindscape in a dress (Roman would also wear dresses on occasion but mainly only within his daydreams in the Imagination); he is all about taking care of yourself, and that includes wearing what makes you happy! Though I’m still kind of tempted to put him in a dress full time...

Extra extra note: while Janus is very much the “adult figure” in the Light Mindscape, he still has his goofy moments like in canon - in general he is more relaxed and jokey with the others...though he’s still a sarcastic shet.

(I struggled finding images that matched at all with the ideas in my head, so take these as very vague links to the actual design)

Remus:

Oh boy, Remus is a fun one...

So now that Roman is the twin known by a different title (like how canon Remus is referred to as “Intrusive Thoughts”), Remus now has claim to the Creativity role!! However Remus isn’t going to do a 180 personality wise - he’s still going to be a chaotic gremlin, just with a light side twist.

His design is purposely all over the place: his aesthetic is mainly pirate based with a long sleeve pirate shirt, loose black trousers and heeled black and silver pirate boots, alongside a dark green pirate jacket and slightly brighter bandana. However he has other seemingly random elements thrown in there, such as a white and green hero cape (fuck what Edna says) coming off the back of the coat, and random colourful potions in the green belt under his coat alongside a knight’s sword. This mismatched look is due to the type of imagination Remus provides: while he still represents and creates intrusive thoughts, he also creates adventure stories and life goals/dreams for Thomas, hence takes a form that has mixed elements from Thomas’ self-inserts and protagonists for said stories. While he personally loves his messy design (do you know how much fun can be had with magic potions, swords, tentacles, and a day in the Imagination? Remus sure does), it does cause some arguments between him and Logan over how illogical him and his ideas are (like canon Roman and Logan).

Roman makes this Remus....uncomfortable. Not necessarily because of his ideas (those are just dull and vomit-worthy in his opinion), but because of how he can’t separate dreams and reality - while Remus loves coming up with Imaginative stories for Thomas and setting slightly outlandish goals for the future, he has a level of awareness that Roman lacks in how he knows Thomas won’t ACTUALLY end up being a morally grey pirate travelling the seas to claim back the magical pendant of octopus powers (unless...). He’s also uneasy with how easily Thomas can fall for Roman’s delusions of grandeur and romance, in fact it opens up quite a major insecurity on how despite being the “good” twin his brother seems to succeed more as the creative role, eg. how Thomas will come up with a dream future career path, husband and even car in a matter of seconds yet Remus has to slave and hone in on decent ideas for weeks to reach his own standard.

This leads to another thing about Remus: while he doesn’t care what others think of his ideas (the trait I mentioned earlier that Roman was jealous of) he hold a high standard to himself and gets extremely happy when he perfects an idea. Besides he still wants his ideas to actually be used by Thomas as them being dismissed for not being good enough does hurt (a bit like how Remus got frustrated in the recent episode with how his “good” intrusive creations were being torn apart by Logan’s methods).

Extra note: The fact that Thomas doesn’t like or appreciate some of his darker ideas / intrusive thoughts doesn’t bother Remus too much as he tends to put less effort into them as he knows they won’t be liked - he just can’t help that they pop into his head and he has to get them out - repression is bad after all! However maybe there can be some episode drama about Remus wanting to be less stifled and have Thomas at least consider some of his more mature themes that he thinks would be good to expand upon.

Extra extra note: Just assuring the fact that Remus not caring what the others think about his work does not correlate with him not caring about the others. He loves his fellow Light Sides and Thomas - he’s just confident in his own craft and while appreciates advice and improvements from the others (he and Logan have a field day on creating biologically accurate gore together) he also is aware that HE is Creativity, and he understands his craft better than the others.

Extra extra EXTRA note: Wasn’t really sure how to put it in there but Remus still represents Thomas’ lust. Do with that what you want.

Thomas:

So all these changes to the sides....of course it has it’s effects on character!Thomas! However I’m getting REALLY tired now so this will be done in bullet points:

Not as Disney-centric as canon/real Thomas.

Has less issues with Anxiety, and more issues dealing with Depression

His morals start off a bit more flexible than canon due to always having we-live-in-a-society Janus as his guide

Still has intrusive thoughts, but not as debilitating with the lower levels of anxiety and the much better relationship with Remus.

Still overworks himself trying to help others (nice one Patton!)

Might have a different career due to Roman being more out the frame - maybe goes into writing instead with Remus’ more diverse form of creativity.

Does explore more diverse creative ideas and darker themes, but still out of habit sometimes puts down possibly good ideas as on surface level they appear too morally wrong.

However could possibly be in a non-creative career, and his major longing for a new career path could be what allows Roman through for the first time.

Less dad jokes but still incredibly goofy with both Remus and Janus being more present.

I think I’m going to wrap up there for now! I may make some art for this at some point, but I also want other’s opinions and ideas for this AU.

If you made it this far, thanks for reading!!

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Onjongtae; Sticky in the Lungs; NC-17

Remember in like 2012-2013 when everyone was writing sleepy morning sex. I was feeling nostalgic about that lamo

for summer of shinee 2021 : )

He's fantasizing about the air-conditioning of the grocery store when he hears a soft moan. Cracking his eyes open again, rubbing the heel of his palm into one, he snorts at what the other two have gotten themselves into. At some point Taemin must have given up on kissing Jonghyun's mouth, because now his face is buried in his neck, hand cupped under his chin to keep his head up. Jonghyun's mouth is parted, the softest gasps from the softest lips, the hand that isn't currently wrinkling Jinki's shirt tangled completely in Taemin's hair. And now that he notices, now that Jinki is paying attention, he can feel the bed shifting in a more rhythmic motion as the pair of them grind together under the sheet.

Jinki hates being sweaty.

Not dripping with sweat, exertion from a workout, but just existing while sweating. Existing while the air around him is so hot that his skin starts leaking in protest. He hates the stickiness of his skin, the overall moistness, how it makes his hair feel greasy over his forehead. But what he hates the most is waking up sweaty. Waking up and already knowing that today is going to be a rough one, that if it's already this hot in the morning then it's going to be almost unbearable later.

He blearily opens his eyes, squinting at the light through their open bedroom window. Thankfully the sun rises on the other side of the house so it's still shady out there, but they should definitely shut that when they get up. Closing his eyes again, he turns under the thin sheet they fell asleep under until his arm flops over a babe.

Jonghyun, he deuces when said babe squeaks. On his tummy, already awake, like usual. Jinki rubs his hand over his back, palm sticking and catching on his sweat until Jonghyun turns to face him and finds his mouth with a kiss.

Jinki hums happily into his mouth. There's nothing in the world like a sleepy morning kiss from Jonghyun. Nothing so soft, accepting, decadent. Morning is the only time that Jonghyun has the patience to take things slow and it really shows, from the amount of time he takes just to nibble and suck on Jinki's top lip alone to the deep, content breath he takes through his nose when Jinki slips his tongue into his mouth.

Both of them have gross morning mouth but neither of them care. He's never cared, never with Jonghyun. He can't think of any reason why he would care that a kiss tastes a little weird when it tastes so much more like Jonghyun. Before he knows it, the hand around Jonghyun's back is up in his hair, both of Jonghyun's hands twisted in his shirt. He doesn't even care that spending this much time so close to Jonghyun as another human is making the heat worse. He could kiss Jonghyun forever.

Still, as lost as he is in this kiss, it's hard not to notice when Taemin wakes up on Jonghyun’s other side. He grunts, grumbles, shakes the entire bed as he rolls around until he flops his arm around Jonghyun’s waist and tugs him so close that he almost breaks their kiss. Jinki readjusts easily, shifting forward to follow Jonghyun and keep their mouths locked together. Taemin isn't even really woken up anyway. He'll let them know when he is.

And sure enough, a wonderful eternity of soft kisses later, Taemin inhales deeply and mumbles the first words of the morning: "are you two smooching without me?"

Voice rasping, barely more than a whisper, spoken directly into the back of Jonghyun’s neck. It has Jinki and Jonghyun laughing into each other's mouths, which is second only to kissing, in Jinki's opinion. Taking his hand out of Jonghyun’s hair, he swats around until he finds Taemin's cheek. From there, he gets his chin between two fingers and guides him up over Jonghyun’s shoulder.

"Here you go," he says before giving him his mouth. Taemin kisses him back very well for someone that can barely even remember his own name when he wakes up, soft and wet, clumsy and needy. Needy and needy and needy, growing with each moment until Jonghyun is squished tight between the two of them and Taemin's small hand is creeping up to hold onto Jinki's wrist.

"Babyyyy," Jonghyun whines, wiggling between them, and Jinki is unsure whether he's calling Taemin baby or trying to tell the both of them that he is baby. His hand joins Taemin's on Jinki's wrist, tugging, and Jinki chuckles as he pulls back a little bit to give him space.

The next second, he's getting a face full of hair as Taemin leans around to kiss Jonghyun. He lets out a puff of air in surprise, jerking back until Jonghyun’s hand, still in his shirt, stops him. He decides to just settle there, for now, relaxing into his pillow. Blinking open his eyes again, he watches the pair of them pretzel themselves together to keep their mouths locked. Jonghyun twisted at the waist, arm bent so he can trail his fingers over Taemin's jaw; Taemin's neck bent at an awkward angle to get his mouth to fit right, his other hand just under Jonghyun’s neck, holding him there gently.

Both of them puffy from sleep, hair pink and black messes on top of their heads, crusties under their eyes, pillow lines on their cheeks. Jinki likes them both. He turns to yawn into his pillow, keeping his eyes closed after. He's still so sleepy. Sleepy and hot. Maybe he should grab some ice cream when he goes shopping later.

Jinki smiles all the way from his heart. His little hornballs. He cannot get enough of how they cannot get enough of each other.

With some difficulty, he gets the arm that's been squished underneath them out and around Jonghyun's head to thread his fingers through his hair. He kisses Jonghyun softly, not to distract him, but just to be with him, and he trails his other hand down his body and under the sheet. Knowing them, they'll grind against each other for an hour before they even start to think of escalating anything. Jinki doesn't feel like lying next to them while they do that. He is, however, perfectly content to escalate things himself.

Feeling for the hem of Jonghyun's boxers, he pushes them down, taking his time to cop a feel of the booty as he does so. As for Taemin, he doesn't need to feel around for his boxers because he's wormed out of them in the night like he always does. Jinki doesn't need to feel up for his dick, either, because as soon as he got Jonghyun's boxers out of the way, Taemin was grinding up on him even closer than before, muffling groans into his neck while Jonghyun gasps into Jinki's mouth.

"You two are so much," Jinki says fondly. In just the short number of seconds it took him to pull away from Jonghyun and say those words, Jonghyun started whining, grabbing at him, trying to pull him back, proving his point. Jinki kisses him once, and then again, and then a third time, and then pulls back to kiss his cheek, his nose. Before Jonghyun can start whining again, he pinches his cheek softly and then rests one finger on his lower lip.

The plan was to open his eyes and tell Jonghyun to open his so he could watch as Jonghyun kissed the tip of his finger, but Jonghyun replaces that by just sucking his finger into his mouth right away with a soft whimper.

Jinki really doesn't know why he expected anything different.

He moves a little higher up on the bed so he can smooch Jonghyun's forehead through the mess of his bangs. He twists his fingers playfully through Jonghyun's hair and gives him two more fingers to suck on, pushing them into his mouth and down on his tongue, making him work to get them wet.

That's lazy effort for him, and he dozes off just a tiny bit, chin on top of Jonghyun's head, arm almost unbearably sweaty underneath him. When he thinks Jonghyun has done enough, he takes his fingers out and tugs his head up by his hair to claim his mouth with his again, dragging their lips together nice and slow. He wants to swallow the noise that Jonghyun makes when he pushes the first finger inside of his asshole.

Except, when he gets his hand down there, Jonghyun's asshole is already occupied by Taemin's hand. Jinki snorts. Maybe that's why Jonghyun kept getting louder and louder around his fingers. He thought it was a little much for him to be getting that excited over just some simple oral play. Sliding his hand over Jonghyun's hip, he comes at his hole from the front instead, dragging his fingers just barely over his balls to tease before he finds his target.

The noise that Jonghyun makes when Jinki pushes two fingers in easy next to Taemin's is even more gorgeous than what Jinki would have gotten if it was just his fingers alone. It's downright desperate, and it has Taemin breathing a curse into his skin. He's already three fingers in, Jinki can tell, pumping in and out fast, pulling at his rim and stretching him open. Jinki takes a more subtle approach, pushing his fingers in until Jonghyun's gasp tells him he found his prostate and then pulling back to tease just underneath it.

"You're so," Jinki starts, and then turns into the pillow to clear his throat of lingering sleepiness when nothing comes out. Keeping his voice to a low murmur, he tries again: "you're so loose for us, Jonghyunnie. Took my fingers right in next to his like it was nothing." He drags his lips up Jonghyun's cheek to kiss his ear and finds Taemin already there kissing the back of it. Jinki kisses him instead, much sloppier and clumsier than before as Taemin's investment in this has grown. He lets Taemin bite and pull on his bottom lip, and then says, "he took your fingers in there super easy too, didn't he Taem?"

"Of course he did," Taemin snorts. "Eager," he adds in a hiss against Jonghyun's ear. The back of his hand pushes against Jinki's as he gets his fingers in deeper and that directly correlates with Jonghyun moaning his loudest yet into Jinki's neck. Jinki feels more movement against his shoulder, too, Taemin's hand, no doubt getting a better grip around Jonghyun's throat. "I could have put my cock in him right from the start and he would have just sucked me in, wouldn't you?" he asks Jonghyun.

Jinki takes that question, and Jonghyun's fevered answers, as a chance to back up from the situation, a little bit. Just enough to twist his head and neck back onto the pillow, get some fresh, cool air. It's too hot, being that close, Jonghyun breathing hot, wet breath directly onto his neck, his chest. He gets his arm out from under Jonghyun's head as well, grimacing at how sweaty slick it is.

The hand under the sheet, though, between Jonghyun's thighs, fingers still stroking inside of him. He lets that one stay busy.

"I don't know why we ever bother stretching him open in the first place," Taemin mutters. "He doesn't need it."

Halfway through a yawn, Jinki smiles, turns back to Jonghyun, and says, "yeah, but it's fun, though." He shifts close and a little down so he can get his hand at a better angle and adds, "listen to him whine." He pushes his fingers in deep enough that he can rub them directly over his prostate, nice and slow, and he doesn't stop.

Jonghyun doesn't whine so much as wail, a long, desperate note wavered into Jinki's neck. Just as Jinki's satisfied smirk pulls at his lips, Taemin hisses his sharpest curse yet. All at once, Taemin's fingers are out and the head of his cock is pushed up against Jonghyun's asshole, against Jinki's fingers still in there.

Smug, Jinki takes his fingers out and revels in the moans that both of them let out a second later. He loves how easy it is to get both of them at once.

Taemin having sex in the mornings is just as clumsy as his kisses: sloppy thrusts, unfocused hands, shaky breaths. Jinki could watch him struggle, but he prefers to watch Jonghyun whimper, so, after wiping his fingers on the sheets, he gets his hand under Jonghyun's thigh and holds his leg up so Taemin doesn't have to.

Taemin's small hand pats his quickly twice before it's sliding around Jonghyun's waist instead, snaking between the two of them and catching on Jinki's shirt before he wiggles it free. His voice gets noticeably rougher; Jonghyun's gets noticeably breathier. A yawn gets noticeably annoying in Jinki's throat so he fits his chin on Jonghyun's head to let it out. He can't wait until they're both close and they switch, Jonghyun growling into the pillows and Taemin panting every word.

Jonghyun breathing into his neck gets way too hot very quickly. Jinki moves down to kiss him instead and finds Taemin's fingers already there. He has to take a moment to laugh, pressing his face into the pillow. He cannot believe that he keeps getting beaten to his favorite Jonghyun spots by a sleepy gremlin that just audibly swallowed a mouthfull of drool.

He kisses Jonghyun around the fingers, then kisses Taemin's knuckles, and then readjusts himself so he can pet Jonghyun's hair. Reluctantly he also accepts the fact that when he started this in this position he cemented in the fact that there would be no escape from hot breath. He resigns himself to just putting up with it, tucking Jonghyun back under his chin again and kissing the top of his head. At least Taemin is still burying his face into the back of his neck so Jinki doesn't have to get his breath all over over his hand, too.

Jonghyun is still holding onto his shirt, pulling it away from his skin and then pushing it back every time Taemin's thrusts push him forward. It's almost like he's thumping the rhythm of their sex into Jinki's chest, an uneven tempo that despite everything, Jinki finds himself incredibly enamored by–until it's suddenly all pulled away from him all at once.

Taemin ignores Jonghyun's surprised noise and interrupts his weak attempt to push himself up on his arms. Instead, he pushes Jonghyun down onto his stomach with a hand between his shoulder blades. He gets on top of him, sitting on his thighs, pulling the sheets off of all three of them as they slide off of his shoulders to pool around their legs. "God, you're so perfect," tumbles in a rush from his lips before he lines his cock back up to Jonghyun's booty and pushes back in.

Jinki enjoys this new position very much, mostly because it's the first time all morning that he's gotten some fresh air and hasn't had someone breathing all over him.

Not just because of that, though. He likes watching Taemin's dark eyes behind his messy bangs intent on what he's doing. He likes watching Taemin work to make Jonghyun feel good, sticky sweat dripping down his stomach. He likes watching Jonghyun's cute little butt bounce with every thrust. He likes turning on his side and watching Jonghyun's face, turned towards him, lower lip jutted out in a pout, eyes squeezed shut, eyebrows so furrowed that there are a hundred wrinkles scrunched up between them, a face that Jinki would almost say was in pain if he didn't know better.

He likes watching his babes have a good time.

Taemin's left hand leaves between Jonghyun's shoulder blades, pushes up into his hair, slides down to his hip. His right hand finds Jonghyun's tangled in the covers and tangles their fingers together, pressing down into the mattress.

Jonghyun's other hand is flapping around in the space between him and Jinki, patting around the sheets, looking for him almost frantically before Jinki grabs it out of the air. He holds Jonghyun's hand between both of his, bringing it to his mouth to kiss his fingers. Jonghyun seems to almost deflate with relief. He melts into the mattress, groaning softly, and squeezes Jinki's hand, sweaty palms sliding against each other before they tangle their fingers together as well.

Yawning again, Jinki lightly drags the fingertips of his free hand up and down Jonghyun's forearm and just watches, lazily switching between Jonghyun's scrunched up pout and Taemin's flushed mouth hanging open and where their bodies meet still half hidden under the sheets.

Just like he expected, Jonghyun's breaths get rougher and more vocal soon, each one a little lower, until each one is a growl from the back of his throat. Taemin, too, his curses getting quieter and quieter until he's just whispering them, a constant stream that all Jinki hears of is air and emotion. Both of them, together, working themselves closer and closer, until suddenly.

Suddenly Jonghyun is squeezing Jinki's hand so hard it hurts. Suddenly Taemin is choking on his breath and his hand is slipping off of Jonghyun's shoulder, he's falling onto his forearm over Jonghyun's head. Suddenly Jonghyun is biting growls into the pillow. Suddenly Taemin is breathing "that's right, Jonghyunnie, cum for me, keep cumming, don't stop, don't ever stop, I want you to always be–"

And suddenly Taemin is hitting his own orgasm, biting a whine into Jonghyun's neck as his hips slam forward hard.

Taemin's orgasm is hard and fast; Jonghyun's lasts, trembling and decadent, and Taemin keeps rolling his hips into him, bodies pressed together, to make it last even longer. It takes a while, but then, it always does, and neither Taemin nor Jinki ever mind, besides being jealous a little bit. Taemin pets Jonghyun's hair, Jinki squeezes his hand every time Jonghyun squeezes his, and eventually, Jonghyun calms down. His hand droops tired in Jinki's and his breathing stops being rough and heavy and starts getting slow and deep instead.

Taemin relaxes on top of him, letting himself melt all the way over his back, nuzzling into his hair and dropping kisses all over the back of his head. Jinki, for his part, reaches over to ruffle his hands through Taemin's sweaty hair. A nice little pet to validate a job well done. Taemin appreciates his appreciation by patting his hand sleepily twice before curling it gently back around Jonghyun's head.

"Jinki," Jonghyun says then, the first real thing he’s said all morning. "Jinki honey."

"Yes?" Jinki asks, kissing the back of his hand. Jonghyun smiles into his pillow, smushing his hand against Jinki's face until he gets five more kissies.

"Do you want, like, a blowie or something?" he asks.

"No," Jinki laughs instantly. "No, I'm good. It's so hot." It's so hot that he sat through that entire operation and didn't even chub up halfway. He's sweaty from just being next to them and holding Jonghyun's hand. He can't imagine how fucking awful the heat must be for them to be as fucking drenched in sweat as they both are now. There is no way in hell that he would get a boner in this heat. His body said no fucking thank you this morning.

"Okay, good," Taemin says, his voice even more muffled than Jonghyun's. "Because that would be, like, so much effort."

"Yeah?" Jinki asks, incredulous. "A blowie would be effort but not what you just did?" Sounds fake, but.

"Yeah, dude," Jonghyun grins. He pushes himself and Taemin up, but only enough that he can cross his arms under his head like a pillow. "Sex is like, you just, do it." He yawns into the crook of his elbow. "But you have to, like, try to suck a dick good, unless you're getting your throat fucked."

"Yeah," Taemin agrees. "Like, the angle, and not gagging, and making sure you don't accidentally bite their dick off, and you have to do stuff with your hands. It's a whole fucking thing." He actually pushes himself up, all the way, slowly, so that his chest peels off of Jonghyun's back like a moist sticker. "Sex is like, you just go feral and then it's hot." He pushes his hands through his hair and rests them around the back of his neck, tilting his head from side to side. He lifts one arm and sniffs his underarm, then smiles. "Stinky," he says happily.

"Stinky gremlin," Jonghyun giggles.

"Stinky gremlin!" Taemin declares with pride.

"Stinky gremlin!" Jonghyun yells, banging his fists on the pillows, and then both of them are chanting it, over and over, in between their laughter.

Jinki laughs with them, because they're cute, and they're funny, and he loves them both a whole lot.

#jongyu #jongtae #ontae #jongyhun #taemin #jinki #onjongtae #fluff #smut #nc17 #oneshot #ydw #jinx is like what do you two lovelies want for breakfast and they're both like god I want to eat a whole box of cereal #also at one point the other to call jonghyun adorable #and Jonghyun is like no stop you're going to make me blush and the other two at the same time say you're pretty when you blush #Taemin voice abc dude always be cumming #Jinki: wouldn't that be really inconvenient #Jonghyun: please I know you have an imagination in that big nerd brain of yours please use it for once in your life #they do rock paper scissors for the laundry and taemin losses and is grumpy about it

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anobscurename · 4 years

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ocean eyes – chris evans

previous part: PART XV — masterlist

concept: the three times chris comforted you, and the times you returned the favour. the slowest of slow burns, the angstiest of all angst. part sixteen of many.

pairing: chris evans x reader

word count: 3,8k

warnings: drinking, so much fluff, heartbreaking angst

author's note: this one, guys, gals, and non-binary pals, is for @fangirlovestuff because it's her BIRTHDAY. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BABYYYY (and i'm sorry in advance). the songs are linked, so if you don't know them, you can check 'em out :)

In your ten months of knowing him, Chris had always known how to cheer you up, irregardless of how big or small the issue was.

You would even go so far as to call him a master of distraction – because by the end of the day, you wouldn't even have known you'd cried at all.

You could recall three times he had been there for you, and the two times you returned the favour.

The first time he had seen you cry – about three months into your living situation – he had been by your side immediately, pulling you flush against his body. He held you in his big arms for the longest time, and just waited the sobs out.

He wasn't the type of person to press, and he knew you'd tell him what was wrong if you wanted.

Instead, he asked you what you wanted.

You were lightheaded and cry‐drunk, so it took a moment to come back to yourself. "Huh?"

"Do you want to be quiet or loud?"

"I just..." You struggled to find words that didn't make you sound needy, but you found none. "I don't want to be alone."

"That's out of the question," he smiled knowingly. "So, what will it be, {your last name}? Quiet or loud?"

He had a twinkle in his eye, one that suggested his question delved deeper than the words implied.

"Quiet."

And then he was pulling you up off the couch and out the door in total disregard of your chosen attire.

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see."

"Chris, I'm literally in my pyjamas–"

But he was already opening the garage, the creaks of the gears overshadowing your weak protests.

"You're wearing pants this time," he winked at you. "So we have that going for us."

And then you were in the car, location still a mystery.

Any attempts to get a modicum information was shut down with a simple "it's a surprise."

"Why can't you tell me?"

"Because then it wouldn't be a surprise."

And you were glad he hadn't told you, because soon, you were pulling up outside a place you hadn't been to since you were a kid and going on school trips. You'd never been to any L.A. ones, having moved there only half a year ago. But the way your whole body immediately was overcome with such calm...

It was like you had been hoping to come here since you'd woken up that morning, and had received the news of your grandfather's admittance to the hospital earlier that night.

But there was no way for Chris to have known that your grandfather had taken you to the aquarium when you were young, telling you about all the fish, helping you make up increasingly bizarre backstories for them.

He just knew you had to leave the house, and go somewhere quiet.

And it was a weekday, so the chances of kids screaming and running through the aquarium hallways were slim to none.

So while you walked in the tinted blue light, eyes scanning over information plaques and watching the multi-coloured aquatic animals lazily drift past the glass panes in a comfortable silence, you reached out to give his wrist a gentle squeeze.

His hands had been sitting in his pockets, giving you your space, but hovering close enough to you to let you know you weren't alone.

"Thank you," you croaked out softly.

When you turned your head to look at him, he had been looking at you, a smile of heartwarming endearance on his face.

If you hadn't been so consumed by the exhibits, you'd have known that he hadn't taken his eyes off you the entire time, and you'd have known he also hadn't stopped smiling. Smiling at you, seeing just how happy you were, even though your eyes were still watery and worry was still thick in your throat.

He slid his hand out of his pocket easily to lace your fingers together, loose enough for you to pull away if you had wanted, but tight enough for you to know that he had no intention of letting go first.

But you didn't pull away, instead strengthening the intwining grasp.

And so you continued, walking through the aquarium in that comfortable silence. And at some point along the way, you found laughter again, pointing out the ugliest fish and saying it was him, only to have him gasp in mock surprise.

"My God, you're such a flirt," he'd say.

And then he'd point out the most beautiful fish he could find.

"That's you."

——————

The second time was a week later.

It was your grandfather again, but the issue had been more serious than any one of your family members initially believed.

You didn't cry this time, but Chris could sense the immeasurable sadness in your posture, the way you sat on the couch, staring blankly ahead.

He came to stand in front of you, and gently knelt down so your eyes would focus on his. Everything about his stature screamed concern as he caressed the hair away from your face.

"Quiet or loud?" He had asked so softly, so simply.

"Loud."

He helped you up, careful with your fragile state. He walked you to your room, into the bathroom, and left you to take a calming shower by yourself.

When you'd gotten out, gotten ready for whatever surprise excursion was next – dressed casually in a t-shirt and jeans, scuffed sneakers on your feet but Chris would claim you looked prettier than he'd ever seen you – Chris was waiting for you by the front door.

You knew better than to ask him where he was taking you this time. And honestly, you were too drained to even muster the words.

You wanted loud, to drown out the misery.

And you got what you wanted.

Chris had taken you to a local pop-up carnival, and in spite of the cloudy weather mirroring your emotion, threatening rain, it was filled with screaming kids and the sounds of joy.

"They come by once every six months," he explained while you waited in the line to enter. "I wanted to take you under different circumstances, but..."

"It's wonderful," you assured him, although your tone didn't sound like it.

He paid your entrance fees – buying a large roll of game tickets for the both of you – and with his hand ghosting over the small of your back, he guided you inside.

Your smile first came when you were on the ferris wheel, and it didn't fade until you were back home, saying good night.

You had spent the whole afternoon there, and even most of the evening, until around ten, when they had begun to take down the stalls and unpitch their tents.

"I'm totally going to crush you at this," you had grinned at him at some game or another. And you did, but only because he wasn't entirely focused on the game, but watching you.

He would tell himself later, as he lay in bed, the reason he couldn't take his eyes off you was because he had wanted to make sure you were alright, and having a good time. But that was a half truth. The full truth was simply because he couldn't stop looking at that smile he loved so much, on the girl he loved more.

A sense of pride would swell in his chest at the very thought of him having played a part in your happiness.

And so you did absolutely crush him. But only because he'd been distracted, and, if truth be told, because he let you.

You held your prize – a hilariously massive teddy bear, drowning you in its fluff – with both arms, laughingly taunting him for his loss, which had got him a much smaller bear (a participation trophy at best) which he carried in one hand.

You had also gone to the circus they had there, your teddy bear seated beside the two of you, taking up a whole seat by itself. You marvelled at the trapeze artists, the charisma of the ringleader, the fire juggler from Prussia, and even found it in yourself to giggle a little at the clowns who you thought you'd be irreparably prejudiced against since you watched Stephen King's It.

And if you were to now scroll back in your camera roll, you would find the hundreds of pictures you had taken together in the hall of mirrors, and the beautiful twinkling lights of the distant city that sparkled like their own constellation from your view at the top of the wheel.

But you wouldn't scroll back now.

Not now.

———————

The third time had just been a bad day.

Nothing set it off, but you'd woken feeling like trash, and it really didn't sit well with you.

It had been post kiss, post Vegas, in that week Chris had returned, and he could feel it the second you stepped into the kitchen.

His usual morning greeting of "good morning, Sleeping Beauty" fell short on his lips.

"Both," you said to him, already knowing the question he was going to ask.

You had managed to get yourself dressed that day, thinking that that one step into productivity would pull you out of your slump. It hadn't. So you told him "both," and he immediately complied.

Setting the mug down, coffee unfinished, he grabbed his keys off the counter. He called for Dodger, and you were in the car again.

This time, you already knew where you were going. It wasn't a difficult puzzle to solve, especially with Dodger there with you.

And your suspicions were confirmed when he pulled up to a remote beach, a hidden gem that only locals would know about.

And in the secluded bay, you walked alongside each other, Dodger prancing ecstatically into the water and darting across the sand.

You watched him greet other dogs, tail wagging. You encountered very few people, giving them a greeting smile in passing.

It really was the perfect mixture of both – serene in the best way possible, ocean waves loud in their crash on the shore.

Chris made no effort to hide his gaze on you this time, aside from a pair of sunglasses perched on his nose, obscuring his eyes.

"Why are you wearing those?" You chuckled.

"What?"

"You're wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses. Did it not come with instructions or something?"

"Oh, that," he grinned. "I wear the cap for the aesthetic, sunglasses for the disguise."

You had to reach up on your tippytoes to do what you did next – which, if you were so inclined, could be referred to as theft in the court of law.

You easily snatched the cap off his head, and, dancing out of his reach, put it on. It was a size too big, and dipped into your eyes, making him laugh through the stern demeanor he was jokingly putting on.

"Give that back," he warned. "You're ruining the aesthetic."

You repeated him mockingly, and then he was chasing you down the beach, your squeals of delight interrupting the peace and grabbing Dodger's attention.

You weren't being chased down by one Evans anymore, but two, and hoping to find sanctuary, you made your way into the water.

The sea lapped eagerly at your knees, stray droplets clawing to soak into the frayed denim of your shorts.

Chris had been wearing jeans – not exactly intending for a beach day that morning – and you'd hoped that would be enough to halt the attack.

"If you think that some water is gonna stop me from righting this injustice," he began, equally as out of breath as you were. He had been holding himself back from outright catching up to you, and you knew that – Chris was the epitome of fitness. What did you expect? To outrun Captain America? – "nay, this crime, then you are dead wrong."

"I'm in international waters!" You called back, flicking the peak of his cap teasingly. "I'm out of your jurisdiction!"

"Fuck jurisdiction!" He yelled out, and then he was wading towards you.

Water slowed both of you as you tried to keep out of his grasp, but he had the benefit of being naturally quicker. He had you in a bearhug, trapping your body against his as you struggled to break free.

"Give it back," he playfully growled into your ear.

"Never! You'll never take me alive!" You fought the words out through your laughter.

And then Dodger was there too, all but pushing you over into the shallows of the shore.

You both lay there, allowing yourselves to be drenched, through and through, Dodger licking your faces excitedly.

And as the laughter slowly subsided and the cold the breeze introduced to your wet forms finally registered, you both got up.

"Alright, have your stupid hat back," you sighed, moving to take it off.

He captured your hand in a lightning quick grip, stilling your movements. "Keep it," he smiled. "Looks better on you anyways."

You smiled back sarcastically, rolling your eyes, before pushing him back down onto the sand playfully. "All this?! All this for me to keep it?!"

He propped himself up on his elbows to peer up at you, sunglasses knocked askew.

"Dodger, as my head torturer," you said to the exhilarated mountain of a dog. "I command you to execute this man."

———————

It was hard to watch a strong man crumble, and there were days when that happened, too.

It was the day of Dodger's operation – a hip surgery, nothing too life threatening – but Chris, with all his quick wit and charming smiles, was a shell of himself.

Of course, you were worried too. But Chris needed you more than you needed him, and so, in the mournful silence of the waiting room, you placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

He flinched a little at the sudden contact, but didn't pull away.

"Quiet or loud?"

In all definitions of the word – in the hour he had been in that waiting room, leg bouncing – he never thought he could hate quiet as much as he did now.

"Loud."

It took some effort to tug him to his feet, his body sluggish with worry. But he was up, and you were guiding him to the door, leaving your number with the vet secretary for any updates.

You didn't want Chris to be worrying and checking his phone every five seconds, because you knew how that dread felt. No, he needed a distraction.

"Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise."

You had never understood why Chris enjoyed doing that to you, never telling you where he was going to take you, but with the thrill of him not knowing, you got it. Spontaneity ran in his veins, and he didn't press like you so often did in the past.

You had been in L.A. long enough to find your own little secret spots, and to know exactly where you were without much guidance.

And if you were being honest with yourself, you didn't really know where you were taking him until your legs had absentmindedly taken you to an old vintage diner you knew had once been the talk of the town – filled to the brim with hipsters – before once again slipping into obscurity.

It was late into the night, but the diner was open 24/7, and you knew Chris hadn't eaten in a while.

When the bell jangled upon your entry, the waiters jolted, having taken to sitting down in the vacancy of their restaurant.

A few customers lingered here and there, club goers drunkenly scarfing down fries to try and sober up a little before hitting the next party and insomniacs downing their third cup of coffee that hour.

But for the most part it was empty, and, unfortunately, quiet.

"You here for karaoke night?" A bubblegum popping waitress asked. It really felt like the cliché, but it weirdly added to the charm. She stood, perched on the rubber stop of her roller skates, waiting for your response.

"Oh, hell yes we are," you grinned.

She took you to a table situated in front of a makeshift stage, a jukebox-karaoke machine hybrid standing proudly to one side.

Chris sat down, anxiety still heavy in his bones. You quickly ordered – two burgers, and a milkshake to share – before you were shedding your jacket and making your way on stage.

You didn't care about making a fool of yourself. The only thing you cared about was seeing Chris smile again, and in that moment, you'd do almost anything to make that happen.

You hummed in thought as you perused the songs available to you. You didn't expect much from the collection, given that the whole vibe of the diner was 50's through to early 90's. A total pocket dimension in time.

A song caught your eye and you grinned, selecting it immediately. Chris didn't want quiet – and you were going to be the loudest bitch here.

You could hear the whir of the machine as it came to life and you made your way to the vintage microphone. It crackled and whined when you pulled it closer to yourself.

You had caught the eye of the sobering-but-still-quite-drunk party animals, and they had come over to investigate.

"Sorry," you winced, voice booming on the mic. "This song goes out to my good friend Chris."

And then the music started to play, and he groaned. He knew the song decently enough, it having been one of your most replayed disco bops of the week.

"This is Sunny, by Boney M," you said over the intro. "Hope you enjoy."

And then you started to sing, intentionally bad at first to wheedle that cry strained laugh from Chris, and then finishing off in that voice he knew you had.

Every time the song mentioned "Sunny," you'd look directly at him, giving him an exaggerated wink. And at "I love you," you'd point at him, smile growing on your face as you danced ridiculously with the mic.

He was laughing, whole body shaking at how over-the-top you were being.

And when the song wrapped, you whooped into the mic, feedback squealing. "Thank you, everybody!" you panted.

The club goers applauded, screaming their drunken praises.

"YES, QUEEN!"

"YOU GO, BABY!"

"FUCK YES!"

"BEYONCÉ WHO?!"

That last one earned some shocked gasps and scolding. "Woah, dude. Too far."

"Thank you, thank you," you grinned, feeling alive. You could see the laughter starting to fade from Chris again, and so you moved to put on another song.

"This one," you whispered into the mic, "is a duet. So, please. Good friend Chris, wouldst thou riseth to the occasion?"

He shook his head, cheeks flushing at being called out.

"Oh, come on," you whined, the music already beginning to play out the intro. "For me?"

He narrowed his eyes at you, already smilingly weighing the pros and cons of his embarrassment. You batted your lashes. "I know you can sing, Evans. Don't start this shy shit now."

"COME ON, CHRIS!"

"YEAH, COME ON CHRIS!"

"Give the people what they want," you wiggled your brows.

He shrugged, muttering "fuck it," and reluctantly rising from his seat, he hopped on stage with one jump.

"You were working as a waitress at a cocktail bar, when I met you," he started singing flatly, eyes on yours, letting you know how much he didn't want to be up there. You arched a brow, pushing him let loose.

Slowly, with the encouragement of your smile, and the cheers from the drunk, he lost himself in the performance of "Don't You Want Me" by The Human League, even taking to dancing at your part of the duet.

And that's how you spent the rest of your waiting period – singing bad karaoke, shovelling food into your mouths between songs, and returning the favour of cheering on the clubbers when they had resolved to stay and sing because they decided the best time they were probably going to have that night was in that stuffy little diner on a street they probably would've walked right past on a regular day.

And when your phone rang for Dodger, you paid your bill, leaving a hefty tip in apology to the staff for having to endure your wailing. You said your goodbyes to your newfound friends of the night.

And Dodger was fine when you took him home.

And Chris was smiling again.

———————

You couldn't bare to dwell on the second time you took it upon yourself to cheer up Chris Evans, because the fact of the matter was, that just reminiscing about those other four had you muffling sobs all over again.

You thought about that day – the road back from Vegas, pulling off to Route 66, taking him to the food truck park – and the alcohol you urgently gulped down did nothing to numb you.

You had often looked back on those memories fondly. But now it was a gaping hole in your chest.

You were sitting on the balcony, overlooking the beach. In the distance, under moonlight, you saw a couple walking hand-in-hand, and you knew it was them.

"Thought I'd find you out here," a familiar voice said. It wasn't Chris', and that had you swigging another shot from the near empty bottle in your lap. "You holding up okay?"

"Ask me again in a month," you stated blankly. You hadn't even moved to address the newcomer, nor had you shifted over to make room for him. He sat all the same. "If you want to put a number to how long it takes to move on, ask Chris. The answer is a month."

It had taken a month for him to move from you to Lily. But it wasn't exactly like any of you had made your feelings and intentions known, aside from a kiss that you had claimed you'd been drunk for, and a confirmation of friendship.

If you let yourself think about it too long – which you had, on more than one occasion, this one specifically – it was your fault.

Sebastian reached over and gently pried the bottle from your iron grip. He looked at how much was left, surprised. And still, you gazed numbly ahead.

"This is how day one looks, huh?" He attempted a joke. Even he knew it fell flat, and instead took a sip to ease himself.

"The alcohol content in that bottle is directly proportionate to how many fucks I have left to give," you shrugged, voice monotonous.

"How much more are you going to put yourself through before you've had enough?"

"I've had enough," you sighed. "But I'll probably suffer a little more."

"You have more strength than I do, then."

His sympathetic arm wrapped around you, and you melted into his side, the comfort another person brought acting as a placebo salve to the pain. Like an ice pack on a shattered femur.

And you realised why you were so sad. Those memories meant nothing to you now.

They had lost their meaning because he wasn't there with you, on this roof, asking you that question when you needed it asked the most. Quiet or loud.

He wasn't there, and the taste of whiskey was chased away by ash.

#dina writes #dina cries #chris evans #chris evans fanfic #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you #chris evans/you #chris evans fluff #chris evans/reader #chris evans angst

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sunshineseung · 4 years

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Bully // Changbin

💌 Info: Stray Kids Changbin x female!reader smut 💕 Includes: beginning plot, mentions of master and other pet names, clothed sex, unprotected sex (whoops), blowjob (receiving and giving), facesitting, aftercare ✏️ Word Count: ~3.1k

Your gaze was focused on the television in the corner of the gym while you ran on the treadmill. It had been 10 minutes since you had started running, but after bench pressing and yoga, you were done for the day. You change in the locker room, gather your belongings, and head out of the gym.

You had started working out three months ago. You had already gotten to your goal weight, but being fit was your stretch goal. You wanted to have muscles big enough to assault anyone that stood in your way or made you feel like you weren't enough. Your reflection showed a girl with defined arms, abs, and impressive leg muscles. For once, you felt proud of your body.

Note: I'm not trying to body shame anyone. As someone who has dealt with being overweight and underweight, I would never want someone to feel ashamed of their body. This is just my imagination. Love yourself, babyyyy <3

School was starting next week. It was going to be the first day of your sophomore year of college. You were ready for anything, and more importantly, you were ready to face your long-time bully, Seo Changbin, and his friends.

You've been going to school with Changbin since elementary school, so his harassment was nothing new, but things changed in college when he joined a group of frat boys. Although some of them were nice, most of them piled on insults when Changbin introduced them to you.

You were never really fat, no, but that didn't matter in Changbin's eyes. Body shaming became a regular part of your 8 am class you shared with Changbin and a few of his friends. This summer was your chance to change that.

Although you hate to admit it, Changbin's words had heavily affected your mental health, but you were sick of hating yourself. You promised to become someone intimidating, even in his eyes. You wanted to be feared so no one could hurt you again.

It was the big day. You enter your first class promptly at 10 am and take a seat in the middle of the lecture hall. Lucky for you, it was warm that day, so you could wear a sleeveless shirt to show off your newfound biceps. Changbin entered the hall, looked around for anyone he knew, and to your surprise, he took a seat right next to you. You could tell he was prepared with a new agenda of insults, but his evil smirk faded when he noticed your new body.

"Someone was working out, I see," he spoke, looking you up and down, "too bad you're still smaller than me." He lifted one of the sleeves of his shirt to expose his arm, which was marginally larger than yours. You scoffed at him and looked back into your laptop getting ready to take notes.

The class went on without him saying anything. It felt weird not having insults whispered in your ear or gum shoved in your hair, but it was a welcomed new experience. At the end of class, you collected your belongings and began heading out.

You went to Starbucks later in the day, and after you sat down with your coffee, Changbin and his friends walked in. They all passed glances at you, some taking double-takes, and the youngest even pointing at you before his arm being hit down by the freckled one next to him.

They take their seats across the cafe, but Changbin carries his coffee to your table and sits down with you. You refuse to look up from your notes to him, but he nonchalantly pushes down your laptop lid just enough to grab your attention.

"What?" Your tone is stern, but his eyes are warm.

"I just wanted to say, you're hot like this. I like what you've done to yourself."

After years of torment and verbal harassment, this is what he has to say? You're dumbfounded, and just before you have the energy to leap over the table and clobber him like a fly, he holds his hand up. You decide to let him speak before you lunge onto him and show him just what your new body can do.

"I know I've been a dick, some girls would even say a big dick," nice one, Changbin, "but, I'd like to offer an apology." He goes on to list the worst of what he's done, including but not limited to getting a Zhu Zhu pet stuck in your hair, locking you in the shed at recess, getting you stuck in a tiny locker, keying the word Pig into the side of your car, and getting your first boyfriend to break up with you by telling him you cheated. "I'd like to invite you to my party tonight. It's kind of lowkey, so just bring yourself. Dress code is casual."

He hands you a paper with his phone number, and you quickly shove it into your jacket pocket.

"Party starts at 8. See you there?"

"I don't know, I might go. I'll see."

Changbin nods at your statement and walks back to the table with his friends.

This was your chance. Your plan was simple: Get him alone, beat the shit out of him, then dip. You text your roommate that you'd be going to a party, but you had to go shopping first. Not only did you want to beat the shit out of Changbin, but you also wanted to show him what he's been missing.

With your new, red, bodycon dress and a loose denim jacket, you enter the party. "Lowkey" was not an accurate description at all. There were people everywhere, to the point where even the wallflowers were close to the crowd. You traverse your way to the kitchen, and that's when you see him.

Changbin, beer in hand, was chatting up a girl when he made eye contact with you. You brightly smile at him, an obvious red-herring in your mind. He removes himself from the conversation with the girl and makes his way over to you.

"Need a drink?" On his way over, he grabs a beer from the cooler. Upon his arrival, you snatch the drink out of his hand and start to drink. "I didn't actually expect you to show up, especially not like this." He stares down at your dress and licks his lips. You just sigh and take another sip of your beer.

"Well, my favorite bully invited me to a party, how could I say no?" Your words are lined with sarcasm, and you both giggle lightly at your remark.

"Really? I'm your favorite? I'm honored." He looks down at his hands for a second, and for a second, he frowns in guilt. You can see his mood lower from the easy-going party guy to someone with a heart. "I don't just want you to know me as the guy who's bullied you, though."

He fiddles with his drink, and you put your hand on his shoulder. Your action makes his head spring up to face you. You hadn't noticed this before, but you two were the same height. "If you're not my bully, then who are you?"

His eyes melt into warmth, and you start to feel like that isn't his first drink of the night. "I'm just your classmate Changbin. I want to leave the old me behind this year." His words feel genuine, but you still doubt his intention.

"Hm, classmate Changbin," you repeat his words, "I could get used to that."

"If you don't like me being your classmate, I can think of other things you can call me." His arm swings around to the small of your back and pulls you into his body. Being so close to him, you could smell the liquor on his lips, and although the scent was nauseating, you had the overwhelming urge to kiss him.

"What else can I call you then, classmate Changbin?" You played innocent, but he knew exactly what you were doing. His arm moves off of your back, and his hand meets yours. He leads you upstairs, and the blur of partygoers seems to whiz by and you're taken to his bedroom.

He locks the door, you are already sitting on the bed waiting for him. You lay back onto the bed, and Changbin takes the opportunity to get on top of you, his body hovering over yours. "You want to know what to call me, princess?"

You didn't mind his pet name for you. "Please tell me what to call you, Changbin."

"I'm not Changbin tonight, I'm your master, and you'll be my toy, okay princess?" Without giving you the chance to answer, his lips collide with yours. Your tongues fight for dominance, but even with your new confidence, he wins. You melt into his touch, and his kisses move from your mouth to your jawline.

Once he gets to your neck, you can tell he's purposefully trying to leave marks on your skin. Your hands move under his shirt, pulling up the fabric and tracing around his abs. He presses his growing bulge into your clothed core. The friction is enough to make you need him.

After all the bullying, this is the last place you expected to be: under his body, begging for more of his touch. Although you want his body, your goal for the night was not lost to you. Even though he was dominant and strong, you had to find a way to top him.

His lips make their way to your collarbones, and after removing your jacket, he slips the straps of your dress down your arms to expose your chest. He eyes your breasts for a second, but you cover your chest with your arms out of embarrassment. Changbin laughs at your shyness.

His hands forcefully grab your wrists and move your arms to your sides. "Don't hide from me, babygirl. I know you want me." His lips move to one of your nipples, and his expert tongue swirls around your hardened bud. You moan lightly, showing to him that he's doing his job well.

In Changbin's head, he's been waiting for this moment for years. He's always had a soft spot for you. He thought it was cute the way you protested his involvement in your life, and when you got angry from his heckling, your cheeks would turn a bright shade of red. He noticed every detail of your behaviors, and with you as a moaning mess under him, he took mental notes of all of your moans and what you moaned from.

Your hands, still being trapped under his grasp, tightly gripped the bedsheet. Changbin pulled your dress off of you to reveal your body. Although you weren't wearing a bra, the dress was made to support your chest, you had lace panties on just in case Changbin's hot friend was at the party too. (I'll let you all choose who you think his "hot friend" is.)

Changbin sits up on your thighs and takes off his shirt, exposing his defined abs and chest. You were in awe at the vision in front of you, and Changbin ate up your expression as you looked at him. "This is what you've been missing, princess."

He sounded cheesy, but his voice made everything he said make you weak and needy. He leans down onto your body and brings you into another kiss, this time, much messier and desperate. You take your chance to flip him over so your heat is on top of his erection. You take the opportunity to grind against him, earning a deep moan from him.

You escape the kiss, a string of spit keeping you two connected for a second. You put your hands on his chest for support as you grind harder into him. Changbin is wearing tight jeans, so you can tell he's hurting for you to take them off of him.

"Does my master like when I do this?" You smirk at him, and he throws his head back. His hands find their spot on your hips, moving you in sync with him. Although you're both clothed, you feel close to your orgasm, but you refuse to give him the satisfaction of knowing he made you cum without entering you.

"Please fuck me, Y/n." His cocky walls fall as he refers to you by your first name. You've got him right where you want him. You grab his chin and make him keep eye contact with you while you lead down and tear his pants down his legs. His hard member is painfully pressing against his boxers, and you can see the stain of precum already setting.

"Is my master needy for me?" You tease his cock through his boxers, and he bites his lip harshly. "I'll take that as a yes." His breathing is hitched when you pull his underwear down to expose his length. "Don't forget, master, we're at your party. Anyone could walk in and see you unraveling for me."

"Let them see." His words take you off guard. You're shocked he'd want people to know the former "fat girl" can make him weak like this. "Let everyone at this party know I'm your master."

With him feeling strong enough to speak, you surprise him and start sucking his cock, taking his entire length in your mouth at once. His tip grazes the back of your throat almost making you gag. You bob your head on his member, and he's loudly moaning your name and every pet name in the book.

"Ah, princess, you're good at this." His praise makes you blush, a stark contrast to his heinous taunts during school. You take in all of his kind words, even if they're mildly influenced by alcohol.

You feel him twitch in your mouth, and you promptly remove your lips from him before he can shoot his load down your throat. He groans in disappointment, but it's quickly replaced by groans when you lower yourself onto him. With your panties moved to the side, you ride him, taking his cock deep inside your heat. You position yourself just right so he hits your g-spot every time.

His hips raise and lower to meet your pace, and you're brought back to euphoria as you near your orgasm. He fills you up perfectly, and this does not go unnoticed by either of you. Your walls tighten around him, and his cock rhythmically shudders inside you. The stimulation proves to be too much for him as he grabs your waist and pulls you down onto him, holding you still as he releases inside you.

"Fuck, Y/n, you're such a good girl for your master." You stay still with him inside you for a moment, and you feel the cum drip out of you. He lifts you up and removes himself from you, who still has not reached your orgasm.

"I think you're forgetting something, master." You crawl up to him, lips colliding. He looks confused up to you, but he soon gets the hint. Changbin grabs your thighs and pulls you up to his face.

The feeling of embarrassment and shyness returns as he's faced with your dripping core above him. His tongue attacks your clit, causing you to grab the headboard of his bed and throw your head back in ecstasy. You moan for him loudly, transitioning between "master" and "Changbin", occasionally drifting to "daddy".

Changbin feels his dominance return as he takes control of your cunt. His tongue unabashedly fucks your pussy while his fingers play with your clit. You're moaning loudly for him, which you're sure is what he wants.

He's just about sure everyone at the party knows you're his. Regardless of the loud music and endless conversations going on downstairs, even the neighboring families can hear your moans, or at least, Changbin hopes so. You, the girl Changbin had long had thoughts of fucking and even dating, was yelling his name as he attacked your cunt with his mouth. It was something straight out of his dreams, and he did often dream of this.

"Cum on my face, princess. Let me taste your release." His hands doubled speed on your clit and his tongue trusted deeper into you. You were a mess for him, and he loved it. You came on his face, your juices dripping down onto his mouth.

You sat on his face, legs shaking, and Changbin pets your thighs while they rested around his head. You couldn't see, but Changbin was smiling wide, having just ruined the girl of his dreams.

You get off of him and lay by his side. You were skeptical of cuddling with him, but when his large arm moved around your shoulder to pull you in, all your doubts left your head. You cuddled into his chest, and he looked down onto you.

"I'm sorry." Changbin's hard exterior was long gone, and he was, for once, being genuine to you without any jokes or rude remarks.

"I know, you said that earlier."

"I mean it, though." You look up to face him, and the emotion in his eyes makes you hesitantly forgive him. "Stay with me tonight, please?"

You contemplate his words for a minute. The silence is painful to Changbin, his heart losing hope every second that passes. You look out the window, the party still going on outside.

"I'll stay, but first, let's go out and party."

"That's what I was hoping to hear."

Changbin stands up first and collects the disregarded clothing from the pile on the floor. He throws your dress to the corner of his room and hands you one of his shirts. Although you were the same height, his clothes were still larger than yours. He tosses you a pair of sweatpants as well.

You get dressed in his clothes and top it off with the converse you entered in and your denim jacket. He loved to see you in his clothes. You looked cuter than ever before.

"Well, shall we?" You take his hand, and the two of you walk downstairs and re-enter the party. You soon lose each other, both of you going different directions, but as the partygoers exit his house, you meet again.

"Round two?" He holds up two fingers and does a scissoring motion with them which makes you laugh.

"Sure, Binnie, round two." You had never called him his nickname before, but it felt natural. He blushed from your use of his nickname, and he swiftly picks you up and carries you up to his room again.

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howdoyousleep3 · 4 years

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Idek why I’m all in the softs when I’m horny af, but daddy Steve’s reaction to bucky dressed to the fucking nines, in a suit or a tux and he’s just like wtf all that is mine?????

Babyyyy some of the best horny times are the soft ones! And this one would be one of them!

As soon as Steve gets done adjusting his bowtie, centering it on his neck, he’s glancing down at his watch. Plenty of time. There are events where he himself gets a little nervous, his stomach a tad uneasy, and this is one of them. A lot of people, a loud environment, the importance of impressing; it’s all swirled together into Tony and Pepper’s holiday party. It’s a party thrown by friends but one that Steve can’t totally let loose at because there are also a plethora of people who work for and with Steve, whom a connection is valuable and necessary. That pushes Steve to ensure he’s on point and on his best behavior for the entirety of the night.

It’s also Bucky’s first time accompanying Steve to this event. It isn’t his first time attending a work event or a party of sorts by Steve’s side, but it is his first time attending this particular party. Steve would be lying if he said there wasn’t added pressure because of that alone. Adding to that small mountain of pressure is the fact that Bucky is incredibly nervous for tonight. He’s only whispered his worries about tonight into Steve’s shoulder once before and only once, but Steve knows they remain underlying.

Steve needs to be strong for his boy.

“Buck? How’s it goin’?” Steve asks rather loudly from the bathroom, knowing Bucky’s in the closet changing into his suit. He spent an adorable amount of time in the mirror fussing with his hair, wanting it to be perfectly curly, as if Bucky wasn’t angelic enough. Steve hears Bucky respond but can’t hear exactly what he says so he steps out of the bathroom and heads to the closet.

“You okay, Buck? I couldn’t hear—”

It’s one of those moments just like the movies, time slowing down, the rush and chaos of the evening deafening out to a lull in Steve’s brain. Every piece of his own body zones in and focuses on Bucky standing before him in the closet fidgeting with his sleeve.

“Buck…”

He hears himself say it, like a breath, like a prayer, the same way he says it in his head, like a song. Bucky looks…looks—

“Bucky, you look…holy shit, baby.”

When Bucky turns to look at him over his shoulder Steve feels like his heart slide up into his throat. He tells himself to breathe, to stop being dramatic, but how is he supposed to act anything close to normal when his boyfriend looks like a fallen angel right here in front of him?

Bucky is dressed to the nines, looks like he’s walked right out of a high-fashion ad in Vogue. Sleek black shoes, tight as sin black pants, white dress shirt with simple black buttons. It’s simple, elegant, classic; of course Bucky looks immaculate in the basics. What stops Steve in his tracks is the jacket Bucky is wearing.

It’s the prettiest shade of green Steve has ever seen. It’s like the color of a Pacific Coast forest, deep and dark but lively, matches beautifully with the chestnut locks all curled and perfect on the top of Bucky’s head. Steve is ten steps away from Bucky, but he can immediately tell that the green was a gorgeous choice to go with his boys’ eyes.

Steve loves Bucky in this suit but wants to rip him right out of it as well.

“Steve, quit it. Does it…does it look okay?” Steve’s heart aches. He’s so in love, so very in love with this man. Steve has moments where he realizes how lucky he is that Bucky chose him, has a thousand a day he feels like, but the ones such as this are rare. One such as this where he can’t tell if he wants to grin or laugh or cry or fall to his knees and grab at any piece of Bucky he can get.

“Buck…’okay’? Sweetheart you look…” Steve can’t even finish his sentence, can’t even find the right words to use and just stands there and watches Bucky look at his feet sheepishly, run his hands down the front of his suit jacket. Steve’s walking before he even realizes he’s the one taking the steps himself and his lovestruck self doesn’t even stop when he gets to Bucky, grabs onto the younger man and walks them back until they’re pressed into the shelves.

“Steve!” Bucky whines through a giggle, Steve feeling hands on his own hips, Bucky’s hands, but he’s distracted, is looking down into Bucky’s eyes and shit—

“Fuck, look at you, sugar. Look at these eyes, god. Is this…Buck, is this velvet?” His hands run from Bucky’s jaw and down to cup at his shoulders, groans when he feels the softness beneath his fingers.

“Nat…Nat said that you’d like it, that you…wouldn’t be able to keep y-your hands off of me.” Bucky’s voice is meek and shy, and it makes Steve want to gobble Bucky up right there, makes him want to hide Bucky away from the rest of the world. He squeezes at Bucky’s shoulders, makes a little rumbly noise before sliding his hands back up to cup Bucky’s face.

“Remind me to send Nat flowers. Has she been hinting at wanting to go somewhere lately? Should we send her away for a weekend? God, Bucky. How am I supposed to keep my hands off of you all night?” and Steve’s voice gets a little deeper, a little breathier, leans in and gives a breathless Bucky a few heated kisses.

“You…you don’t have to,” is what his beautiful Bucky responds with and Steve is so in love. His lips trail from Bucky’s mouth to his jaw, little heated kisses with equally small noises given to each one. Steve’s hands cup Bucky like he’s a rare treasure but his kisses and the sudden roll of his hips are much rougher. Bucky’s noises are surprised, petite, as Steve sucks on the hinge of his jaw.

“No marks! Steve, don’t—” but Steve groans, growls, runs his hands down to cup at Bucky’s ass through his pants that are fucking painted on and—

“Fuck, baby how am I gonna get through the night, huh? Gonna have to keep my hands on you all night, gonna have to make sure people know you’re mine, that you have a Daddy.”

“Steve.” Bucky’s hands get a little more grabby, run up under the older man’s suit jacket, fingers pressing into his shirt.

“Fuck the party—let’s stay home.” Bucky’s giggle is like music to Steve’s ears and he does what he can to catch the melodic noise on his own lips. Bucky’s hands are on Steve’s chest now, pushing at him playfully, and it makes the older man lean and nibble his way up to Bucky’s ear.

“If you think I worried myself sick about this party and dressed up like this and fussed over my hair for nothing, Steve Rogers you are mistaken. We are going and we’re going to have a great time and—quit it!” Steve succumbs with a dramatic sigh, an extra hard squeeze all over.

“In all seriousness, Buck you look incredible. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, sugar but Lord only knows I’ll keep up what I’m doin’.” His voice is low as he attempts to ensure that the younger man fully believes the words he speaks. The flush that rises to Bucky’s cheeks makes more than Steve’s heart ache, makes him press a few more wet kisses to Bucky’s plump lips.

“Thank you. What you’re doing is more than enough, Steve. I love you.” Steve’s grin is entirely out of his control.

“Love you too, baby. You ready?” Steve takes a step back, straightens out a few stray curls of Bucky’s, his own bowtie. The hot pool of arousal heavy in Steve’s gut simmers as he watches Bucky straighten out his jacket, runs his hands down his chest.

“Yes, let’s do this,” and Steve’s grabbing his watch from the drawer to their right as Bucky makes his exit when his boy, (more than out of arms-reach, the smart kid), says—

“Oh, and Steve? Wait until you see what’s under suit, Daddy…”

Steve is a goner.

#askK

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franklyshipping · 4 years

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Defining Androids (Sequel to “The Self-Proclaimed Unflusterables (Part 4) - Defining Humanity”) ~ A Markiplier Ego Fanfic

WOOOOOO IT’S SEQUEL TIME BABYYYY FROM A WONDERFUL ANON WHO HAS PROMPTED IT, LETS GET SOME ROMANCE ON WOOOOHOOOO LET’S DO IT!

TAGGING: @goog-ler-iplier @bingylee and @bingy-switch

Google Blue huffed. He enjoyed working with technology, for there was always more to learn and adapt to and develop and create, but sometimes it could also be so mundane and tedious. Like the security cameras inside the Ego Manor for instance. No matter how many upgrades Blue would make to them, they would still always be in the habit of breaking down, and on this occasion the fix was requiring so much more effort. Blue was having to go into the wire-strewn mainframe that controlled everything in the manor so that he could isolate the specific electrical fault and fix it, meaning he was lying on his back, on the floor under a desk, arms and head deep in wiring as he tried to find the cause of the irritating issue. Such a task is made even more irritating when you have someone hovering near you being an annoyance rather than helpful.

‘Have you found the fault yet?’

‘No. Just like when I answered you 72 seconds ago Bing.’

Blue replied curtly, gritting his teeth as he tried to refocus on the nest of wires he was investigating….of course though, Bing was still incredibly interested in what Blue was doing. He was sat beside Blue’s legs and was trying to peer in, his burnt orange eyes looking curiously as he spoke again.

‘D’ya reckon it’s just one wire that’s gone funky?’

Blue sighed. A long, long sigh.

‘I don’t know. I don’t know what the problem is yet, because I have not found it. Once I find it, I assure you that you will be the first person to know.’

For the next twenty minutes or so, Blue kept on searching for the problem at hand. And despite all of Bing’s constant questions and aimless distracting conversation, eventually Blue managed to find it. It was annoyingly simple too, just a wire that had somehow unplugged itself. It took Blue a second to plug it in before running some remote diagnostics to see that all was well, and he sighed gratefully when he saw that the problem was fixed. He cleared his throat and called out.

‘Bing please make sure you are a little way away so that I can get myself out.’

‘No probs dude, you got plenty room!’

Bing replied as he shuffled back on his butt, and Blue grunted as he started to wriggle out, and soon his torso was completely out from under the desk….but then….Blue was forced to stop. Bing furrowed his eyes brows as he heard Google curse and mutter under his breath.

‘Uh, you good man?’

Blue had his teeth gritted in annoyance, because good is not how he would describe his current situation. His forearms and biceps were stuck above his head, entangled in thick wiring that was keeping the android trapped under the desk as a result. His arms and head were still beneath the desk, and Blue huffed as he replied.

‘I’m perfectly fine, just a bit tangled, I’ll be just fine.’

He tried wiggling and carefully bending his elbows, but as minute after minute passed the tangled wiring just did not want to co-operate and untangle itself! Meanwhile Bing was lying on his stomach and trying to look under the desk, cocking his head as he asked.

‘Dude you’re lookin’ real stuck under there-oh!’

Bing jumped to his feet suddenly, smiling and exclaiming with what was a completely spontaneous idea.

‘I’ll get Wilford to help! Remember that time when he just magicked himself outta ropes with the detective? He’ll know how to get ya out!’

‘Wait-Bing no wait!’

‘I’ll be back as soon as I can!’

‘BING!’

Blue called out, but he heard Bing’s footsteps hurry from the room, and immediately Blue felt embarrassed warmth coming to his face. Of all people. Of ALL people why did Bing have to go with Wilford?! Why not the Host with his reality bending narrations, that would have been far more logical! Blue knew Wilford was good at escapism….but the thought of Wilford seeing him trapped and vulnerable was so embarrassing, particularly given how Blue felt about Wilford. Okay….now Blue was actually glad that his face was hidden right now, especially when he then heard two sets of footsteps enter the room.

‘My, my, what do were have here?’

Blue felt himself smile unwittingly at the sound of Wilford’s warbling voice, and the android cleared his throat as he replied.

‘Good afternoon Wilford, I assume Bing has ah….briefed you on the situation?’

Wilford softly chuckled. The moustached man paced over, his eyes flicking over the armless, headless body laid out on the floor. Wilford nibbled his lip lightly, since he thought Blue looked rather adorable all trapped like this.

‘He has indeedy, but fear not! I’m not going to let my favourite android stay stuck, no offense Bingy.’

Wilford added, which made Bing snort and reply with a grin.

‘Noho probs man, Bluey really likes your company too.’

Blue’s eyes widened. As soon as he was out of here, he was definitely going to kill Bing. Wilford gasped brightly at Bing’s words, and put his hand to his chest as he exclaimed.

‘Oh really? Oh Blue you’re too sweet!’

Blue felt more warmth come to his cheeks, and he cleared his throat embarrassedly.

‘Yes, well, ahem…..if you wouldn’t mind Wilford, I don’t quite enjoy being stuck like this-‘

‘Oh! Yes of course, my apologies, I’ll sort ya out!’

Wilford exclaimed, clapping his hands together as he got on the floor next to Blue’s body. Bing smiled at the scene. Seeing Wilford smiling and looking at Blue so affectionately, and so Bing decided now was the time to leave the pair of them to themselves.

‘Right ah, I’ll go make some double checks on all the cameras, see you guys later.’

With that, Bing left, and Blue was left tense. Especially when he felt Wilford softly pat his stomach, which he was unable to even see a sliver of.

‘So uh, have ya wiggled as much as ya can wiggle under there?’

Blue flinched and cleared his throat, shivering at the feeling of Wilford touching him. Not just because it was Wilford, but also because….well….he was a particularly sensitive android.

‘A-Aha….yes I d-do think so….’

Wilford furrowed his brows at the sound of Blue’s stammers, flicking his eyes down to where he had his hand resting on Blue’s torso. Blue’s vulnerable, and rather…..attractively enticing torso. Wilford’s lips spread into a smile, and his trailed his fingertips over Blue’s stomach as he teased playfully.

‘Oh well now…..I think you might be able to wriggle just a little bit more….’

Blue’s eyes widened, and he started squirming and spluttering as he realised what Wilford was going to do. His face was the brightest turquoise imaginable.

‘N-Now Wilford th-thihis is completely u-uhunecessary! J-Just h-help mehe!’

‘But I am helping you! Nothing like a good tickle to help loosen everything up!’

Blue was squirming and giggling breathily, and then ended up gulping as he felt Wilford’s fingertips absently trail down to his hips. The threat near one of his tickle spots made him jolt and exclaim out of instinct.

‘W-Wihilford plehease!’

Wilford was grinning, he just found Blue so damn endearing and adorable right now, and at seeing Blue’s jolt, he decided he’d built the anticipation enough.

‘Please what? Please hurry and get me un-stuck? But of course!’

Blue then let out a rather un-Blue squeal as Wilford started scratching at both his hips, making him descend into giggles and buck haphazardly as he replied frantically.

‘N-Nohohoho W-Wihihilfohord Wihihilford nohohot thihihis!’

‘Trust me, this is tried and tested methodology! You’ll get free….eventually.’

Wilford chortled as he pinched Blue’s hips, making the android squeeze his eyes shut with embarrassment. His sensors were frantic. His programmed defensive instincts were just yelling at him to yank his arms free, and yet the rest of him was going wild with joy at the fact that he was being tickled and teased by the man he had romantic feelings for! That part of his system was having too much fun to fight back, meaning Blue was going absolutely haywire with….well, everything.

‘Thihihihis ihihis cruhuhuel!’

Wilford chuckled, still pinching the android’s hipbones as he replied.

‘Jeheez Bluey, and people say I’m dramatic!’

Blue snorted through his giggles, and ended up retorting with an attitude that he was perhaps going to regret. You couldn’t blame him though, the poor guy couldn’t form a coherent thought right now.

‘Ahahahall yohou knohow ihihis drahamatism!’

Though it was a retort, in Blue’s view this was a secret compliment. One of the things he loved about Wilford was how intensely his felt and expressed things. Wilford was the most emotional human that Blue had ever known, and he loved it. Of course, Wilford felt it was a compliment too, since he always loved being the most dramatic and open person he could possibly be. However, he was also looking for any excuse to tickle his-….ahem, the sensitive android beneath him even more….and this was the perfect excuse.

‘Now that isn’t a very nice thing to say to someone giving ya a helping hand! Two in fact!’

Wilford exclaimed in mock offense, before suddenly starting to squeeze Blue’s fleshy sides. The android squawked and jerked about as he burst into deep, rumbly laughter. And since he couldn’t bring himself to actually fight Wilford off, all he could do was retort as best he could.

‘AHAHA Y-YOHOHOUR HAHANDS AHARE H-H-HIHINDRANCES!’

Wilford raised an eyebrow as he replied with a grin.

‘Hindrances huh? And to think I thought you’d appreciate my help!’

Wilford continued squeezing Blue’s sides, keeping him encased in laughter as his arms weakly twisted this way and that. His love of the tickling made his struggles weak, but also Blue had the background thought of not wanting to accidentally cause a manor-wide power-cut by yanking out a million wires.

‘TIHIHICKLIHING IHISNT HEHEHELPIHING!’

Blue exclaimed, still determined to maintain the façade of his displeasure at the situation. However, people should really give more credit to Wilford….because he could be incredibly observant. Wilford hummed in thought, before he started to smile. He’d always wanted to tease Blue. He was so intrigued by the android, and in fact….Wilford had to admit that he was rather attracted to him, so to be this close and playful with him was something Wilford absolutely adored. And even better…not only did Wilford intend to tease him….but he intended to tease him with the adorable truth that he had just now realised.

‘Hmm, maybe it’s not helping because you don’t want it to….maybe you like being trapped like this….’

Wilford relented on Blue’s sides as he trailed off, his fingertips now moving to scarcely tap at Blue’s ribs. As Wilford’s words swirled in his hard drive mind, Blue froze, and started stuttering in flustered incredulity.

‘I-I-Ihi….th-….th-thahat’s p-p-prepohosterous…..’

‘Oh is it now? See, now I think about it….you’re one of the strongest people I know, frankly I’d bet you’re the strongest. You could get outta this yourself easily. And though it’d give ya more wirin’ to fix later….if ya really wanted to get outta here, you could rip your arms free without breakin’ a sweat.’

Blue was a mess of shivers from Wilford’s truthful teasing, and the fact that Wilford had managed to deduce this all from Blue only flustered him even more. Wilford in general made Blue flustered, but his intelligence and cleverness made those feelings really peak inside the android. Blue knew he couldn’t convince Wilford otherwise, he was at a flustered, vulnerable loss. All he could do, as Wilford’s teasing fingertips curled against his ribs, was meekly fib. And it was the most endearing thing Wilford had ever heard in his life.

‘I-I d-dohon’t know whahat you’re tahalking about….’

Wilford was so ecstatic! Blue was actually enjoying this, but he was too embarrassed to admit it! Wilford chuckled, and his brown eyes gleamed with affection at Blue’s ticklish flinching as he kept curling and uncurling his fingers playfully.

‘You’re really not gonna admit it huh? Ya sure you wanna go down this road?’

Blue gulped….but ultimately, yes, he absolutely wanted to go down this road.

‘….thehere is….nothing toho admit….’

Blue gasped out, which made Wilford smirk, and purr with complete glee.

‘Oh we’ll see about that.’

Thus without any more warning than that, Wilford scratched and vibrated his fingers against Blue’s ribs, making Blue shriek and burst into howls of wide-eyed laughter.

‘AHHHHH!! NAHAHAHA WIHIHILFAHAHAHA!!’

‘Coochie coochie cooo! Who’s a cute tickle-lovin’ android? I think it’s yooou Bluey-boo!’

Blues eyes were getting watery as he trembled and thrashed, Wilford’s taunting really getting to him now. His tangled, restrained arms were twitching and shaking, his instinct to fight back getting stronger now by the second.

‘NAHAHAHAHA SHUHUHUHAHAHAAAASSHH!!’

Blue’s howls of laughter were mixed in with flustered whines, which made Wilford snicker affectionately, loving how Blue was such a mirthful mess.

‘Ya ready to come out from under there yet, or d’ya want some more?’

Blue squealed as Wilford’s fingers then drilled into his upper-most ribs, and this was what ended up breaking the android.

‘NAHAHAAAAAA!!!’

Amidst Blue’s shriek, Wilford’s eyes widened as he also heard crackling and popping sounds coming from underneath the desk….and then all of a sudden, everything just went black. Then, before Wilford could even fathom what had happened, he found himself being pinned to the ground of all things! His arms were pinned above his head, but as he looked up to see a panting Blue, whose azure eyes were now the only light source in the room, Wilford understood. The moustached man grinned playfully, purring teasingly.

‘So…..upper ribs are a good spot huh?’

‘Shuhut…up….’

Wilford giggled as Blue continued to pant, but he felt a warm jitter in his chest when he squinted and managed to see the smile on the android’s face. He raised a playful eyebrow up at him.

‘How many wires d’ya reckon ya yanked out there?’

Blue pursed his lips embarrassedly, and muttered.

‘Ihi do not know, I wasn’t paying attention.’

‘I noticed, enjoying yourself that much huh?’

Blue felt like his face was going to combust, and averted his gaze as he muttered bashfully.

‘Shush….’

Wilford grinned affectionately, before cocking his head up at the android as his curiosity reared its head now.

‘Though, what I don’t get is how ya managed to fight back those fighty instincts of yours for so long. I mean, I love being tickled as much as the next ego, but I couldn’t have lasted that long! Was it because ya didn’t wanna cause a power cut? Is it a special android thing?’

At Wilford’s questions, Blue nibbled his lip. He looked down at Wilford, seeing his interest and how much he….cared….and Blue was struck by a desire. A desire to tell the truth. So, in the softest voice imaginable….he did just that.

‘…it was you….’

Wilford froze, gazing up at Blue with wonder, and bashfulness as he started to realise things. Wilford felt his heart beating faster when Blue locked eyes with him and whispered.

‘I-….I-I only liked it that much….because it was you doing it….’

Wilford’s heart was truly pounding, and he started to smile. He couldn’t believe this was actually happening. In a whisper of his own, he replied, because he wanted to be sure.

‘Why…..Blue, tell me why….’

Blue felt like he was about to light up with sparks at how nervous and jittery he was…but he didn’t want to hide any of this anymore.

‘Because….I like you Wilford. I like you in a different way than I like other humans….people-….anyone, in fact.’

Wilford had never grinned so fast in his life.

‘Well, I like you….more than I like other humans too.’

Blue smiled bashfully at that, and then felt an instinct rise in his system, so he simply followed it. He kissed Wilford….and Wilford kissed back. Blue released Wilford’s arms as they kissed each other, and amidst it they ended up sitting up and wrapping their arms around each other. When they finally parted they were both softly panting, before Wilford cleared his throat and looked around a tad.

‘The uh….the power-‘

‘My brothers are more than capable of fixing everything.’

Wilford grinned at Blue’s oh so prompt reply, and chuckled playfully.

‘Well, in that case….’

Blue spluttered and laughed when Wilford suddenly stood up and picked him up in a bridal style hold, but instead of Blue feeling humiliated, he felt undeniable happiness. It came about in a rather unusual manner, certainly, but it came about anyway, which is the most important thing. And sometimes, all you need is a friend around who’ll act more oblivious than he actually and maybe unplug a camera wire to set a scene. Perhaps….behind every great couple, there’s a mischievous, loving friend.

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{Chapter 5- When The Other Brother is Bigger}//Soft, Cute, and Far Smarter Than You (Sanders Sides Agere/CGLRE)

A/N: This chapter is like, longer then most of the ones I tend to write? I write agere content for fun, so sometimes it's cuteness over quantity, y'know? But this is a whole 4600-ish words! Wow. Hope y'all like it!

Logan was a bit awkward when he was big again after throwing his first fit, and earning himself his first ever timeout. Of course, Patton could only comfort him so much. It wasn't guilt that he was feeling, but rather a form of embarrassment.

Logan's head shot up when he heard light knocking on his door the following afternoon. "Who is it?" he questioned from his spot at his desk, where he sat working on Thomas's schedule.

"It's Virgil, can I come in?"

Logan fully expected it to be Patton checking on him for the millionth time, so he was shocked when he heard the voice of the emo regressor. "Uh, yeah. Sure." Logan set down his pen softly, reaching forward for his mug and taking a sip.

"Are you drinking another cup of coffee? I know you had like, three this morning." Virgil narrowed his eyes. It wasn't as if he'd actually do anything, even if he was aware of the unhealthy amounts of coffee Logan drank, but he was still concerned.

"It's tea." Logan shook his head, tipping the cup in his direction so that he could see the clearish liquid before setting the mug back on his desk. "Did you need something, Virge?" Logan asked.

"Kinda of.." Virgil trailed off, sitting down on the end of Logan's bed. When he looked up, he saw Logan looking at him in an expecting silence. "So I know it's Patton's job to check in on you and stuff, and that I don't usually do this. But..are you okay after yesterday? You seemed really emotional and anxious."

Logan sighed before speaking. "Of course I'm fine. I just overreacted when Patton punished me because I was scared of him being mad at me. It doesn't make a lot of sense, but three year old me doesn't want to make sense."

Virgil chuckled a bit at that. "It does make a bit of sense though. I do it too, I assume that just because Roman has to be a little strict or something, that he absolutely hates me. It's not stupid or anything."

Logan nodded, giving him a small thankful smile. This was Virgil's way of telling him that he wasn't alone. The same mutual feeling that came about when they both realized they were regressors spread between them. A feeling of unity, of support.

Of family.

"And also, if you're embarrassed or anything, don't worry about it. I'm sure Patton understands that little you is going to do things like that sometimes, and he won't view big you any differently." There it was. Virgil finding what Logan was actually worried about. Logan had the urge to give a sigh of relief, because those were the words he needed to hear.

Instead, he gave a larger smile and thanked him. "Okay, cool. See you at dinner." Virgil got up and went to leave the room, he paused at the door with hesitancy, looking back at him and speaking quickly.

"Also, I'm like pretty sure Patton has a crush on big you. So there's that."

Virgil was gone and out of the room before Logan even got the chance to retort.

Logan sighed, going back to organizing the schedule and trying to convince himself that it couldn't possibly be true, and focus on his work. But no matter how hard he tried, his mind wondered and he thought:

What if Virgil was right?

"Oh, hello Logan. I went to check on you but I guess you were already up." Patton entered the living room, where Logan was on his phone. Patton assumed that if Logan was already up, he probably had work to get done today and wanted to be wide awake for it. He figured that the coffee mug on the coffee table in front of Logan confirmed his original thoughts.

"Morning, Dad. What are we having for breakfast?" he asked, looking up from his phone and making Patton pause in his tracks. Patton went to speak, but Logan quickly replied to his unasked question. "I'm fourteen again, by the way."

"How did you know that I was going to-"

"I figured you'd ask how old I am, you always do. Anyways, what's for breakfast?" he repeated. "I can try to make something myself but I don't know how well that would go..." he admitted.

"It's okay,don't worry about that." Patton assured, "I'll make toast for breakfast-" He went to keep speaking but Logan cut him off.

"Do we have Crofters to put on it?"

"You're just full of questions today, aren't you?" Patton teased, deciding to come sit with his regressor. He sat next to Logan, making sure not to look at his phone screen in order to respect his privacy. Logan turned it off, looking at him. Patton realized he wasn't amused by the teasing and that he wasn't going to respond. "Yes, we have Crofters." He gave up.

Logan was definitely excited about this, and if he was regressed younger, he would've bounced in place and giggled a bunch. But he just replied, "Okay, cool."

"Why are you up so early?" Patton questioned. "How long have you been awake?"

"Less than an hour. I just fell asleep watching Youtube last night, earlier then I usually go to sleep. So I woke up early," he explained. Patton paused, looking at him skeptically.

"Were you regressed last night, as well?"

Logan looked at him with wide eyes, as if he hoped he wasn't going to ask about that. "Uh..yeah, sort of. But it was after dinner and I was ready for bed, I didn't really need to come get you!" he defended.

Patton gave him a slightly stern look with a sigh. "Alright, but if you do need something, or regress younger then your teenspace, come and get me." he instructed. Logan nodded with an annoyed look on his face. Patton glanced at the coffee table, eyes widening when he saw the coffee mug again.

"Wait, why are you drinking coffee if your reg-"

"What coffee?" Logan cut him off, quickly snatching up the mug and chugging the last of it before Patton could take the mug. He wiped his upper lip with the back of his hand, giving Patton a dorky smile. Patton knew he shouldn't have, but he laughed a bit.

"Fourteen year olds shouldn't have coffee, no more." Patton took the mug from him softly. "If I catch you drinking anymore, you'll be in trouble." he threatened halfheartedly, still giving him the stern dad look. Logan immediately replied with a cheeky smile.

"You just won't catch me next time."

Patton seemed shocked. "You're gonna be bouncing off the walls whenever the caffeine kicks in, and I don't wanna be the one to deal with that."

"I mean..." Logan leaned back into the couch, "Do you have a choice? You're technically my only carer, and I've already drank it. And plus, I'm not a baby. Sugar and caffeine won't make me hyper." he scoffed at the end of his statement.

"We'll see about that, sweetheart." Patton gave him a skeptical look before getting up. "I'll go start breakfast, how about you get off your phone and do something else? Like read your comic books or something."

"I'll get off my phone..." Logan agreed quickly, shocking Patton. That excitement went away when Logan grabbed the tv remote and pushed the power button. He gave Patton a smile, while Patton gave him a disappointed look.

"That's not what I meant, and you know it." he said, crossing his arms as he watched him locate Netflix.

"I don't know anything. You told me to get off my phone,and in all technicality, I did." Logan started playing whatever show he was interested in at the time, and Patton leaned forward to kiss his forehead. He wasn't going to bother with pushing it anymore.

"Love you, Lo. I'll let you know when breakfast is ready."

He left, mug in his hand, disappearing into the kitchen. A little while later, he had butter,honey, and Crofters jelly sitting out on the table, along with a plate of stacked up pieces of toast.

"Babyyyy! Can you get Roman and Virgil for me?" He appeared in the door way of the kitchen, looking at whatever Logan was watching on the screen. Logan looked back at him, looking back to the screen after a few seconds of thinking.

"Maybe if you'd stop calling me baby."

"Logan." Patton stated in a simple and stern tone, crossing his arms again. Logan dramatically sighed, but he hopped up and headed up the stairs. "Thank you!" Patton called after him.

"Welcome, dad." Logan replied quickly, before he was completely up the stairs and heading toward the door of Virgil's room.

"Hi, Logan. Is it breakfast already?" Virgil swung the door open. The makeup under his eyes was smeared a bit, and he was still wearing black ripped jeans and a band t-shirt. He had fallen asleep in his clothes, and his hair was a bit messy.

"Yeah, Dad made toast for everyone. And he sent me to get you guys." Logan replied. Virgil went to open his mouth, probably to question if he was regressed due to his sue of the word 'dad', but Logan replied to his unasked question just like his did with Patton. "I'm fourteen again, before you ask about it."

Virgil gave an understanding nod. He walked back into his room, leaving the door open so that Logan could come in if he wanted to. "Okay dork, I was given the job of grocery shopping. If you want, and your caregiver doesn't care, you can come with me." Virgil offered as he picked up his hoodie that was balled up on a dark purple bean bag chair.

"Maybe if you didn't call me a dork, I'd consider it." Logan hesitantly entered the dark-styled room, his arms crossed.

"Oh come on, you're wearing a spiderman t-shirt and a beanie. You're either a nerd or a dork, take your pick." Virgil teased. Logan now wanted to cover up his shirt, and he pulled the black beanie off of his head. "Hey, wait. I didn't mean it like that," Virgil quickly finished pulling the hoodie on, and he came over to where Logan stood, taking the hat softly from his hands. "I was only teasing, dorky isn't bad, and the hat and shirt look good on you."

He pulled the hat back over Logan's head, patting his head. "I'm sorry I teased you," Virgil apologized.

"It's okay..." he looked up, so that he wasn't staring at the floor anymore, giving him a weak smile. His eyes wandered over Virgil's hoodie, but he didn't say anything.

"Do...do you want my jacket, buddy?" Virgil hesitated, but Logan nodded a little.

"I-is that okay?" he stuttered a bit, he couldn't place why he wanted it, it just looked comfortable. Maybe the fact that it also belonged to someone he considered his brother while regressed factored into it.

"Yeah, of course it's okay. Just make sure to give it back to me when you're big again, okay?" he pulled it off, handing it to Logan, who smiled. Virgil didn't usually give his hoodie to anyone, but the middle seemed to want it fairly badly and he knew that Logan would take care of it. Plus, he had his old hoodie to wear if he really wanted too.

"Go get Roman and head downstairs, okay? I'm gonna be down in a sec," Virgil told him. Logan nodded, leaving the room and pausing in the hallway to pull the jacket on.

"Roman, Roman, Roman!" he knocked on the door loudly between each time he called his name, "Breakfast is downstairs..." he spoke sheepishly when the door flew open and Roman gave him a stern look. Roman knew for a fact that he was at least somewhat regressed because of how energetically he woke him up.

"Did you have coffee or something?" he asked jokingly, rubbing at his eyes. Logan nodded quickly, and Roman seemed shocked. "Is your caregiver aware of this?"

Logan nodded again, "He doesn't like it, but he knows."

"Hmm, well please tone is down a bit while I'm still half asleep, okay? I need beauty sleep."

"Beauty sleep whatever, Dad sent me to wake you up." He stuck his tongue out at the end of his statement

"I'm assuming we're stuck with teen Logan again?" Roman questioned, running his fingers through his hair.

"Fourteen." Logan confirmed. Constantly confirming with others that he was in fact, in teenspace, reminded him that he was a teenager at the moment and that was okay.

"The sassiness and dorky beanie gave it away." he teased. Logan pouted, this was the second time his hat had been called dorky within the span of ten minutes. "Dorky isn't bad." Roman corrected quickly, just as Virgil had. Logan nodded, turning to walk away without another word.

"Logan, are you wearing Virgil's jacket?" Roman realized, looking at him.

Logan nodded shyly, turning back around to face him. "Hmm, that's cute. Just make sure not to stain it, or you'll never hear the end of it from Vee." he gave a reassuring smile, Logan nodding gratefully and walking off, for real this time. He had been worried that Roman was going to pick on him for taking Virgil's jacket.

Logan went downstairs, going into the living room to get his phone off of the coffee table. Once he had acquired this, he went into the kitchen and greeted Patton. "They should be heading down soon. Look! Virgil let me steal his jacket," he laughed a bit, doing a twirl for his caregiver.

"That was very nice of him. Did you say thank you?" Patton asked, and Logan looked down.

"No, I didn't..." he sighed guiltily.

"Well, make sure you do at some point, okay?" Patton told him, coming closer to him and giving him a forehead kiss. Or at least, he tried to. Logan ducked away before he could, stepping to the side. Patton audibly gasped, looking at him. Logan giggled, sticking his tongue out like he did earlier to Roman.

"You're silly, kiddo." Patton shook his head, patting Logan's head softly before moving on to do something else. Logan pouted, because he expected Patton to go in for another forehead kiss after missing the first one, but he just kept going. Logan told himself that he was being a dork anyways, and that being playful was something for littler him, and that his caregiver didn't need to play along.

He didn't need to play, he was a teenager. He didn't need affection either, no hugs or cuddles or kisses.

But even as a teenager, Logan craved exactly that.

He watched Patton as he plated breakfast for himself, buttering the bread. Logan took action before he could stop himself, side hugging Patton by ducking under his arm. He wrapped his arms around his carer and laid his head on his chest. Patton chuckled, "Hello there, baby."

He dropped the butter knife back on his plate, and set the piece of bread down in favor of hugging Logan back. He hugged him tightly, Logan melting into the touch. "You know, you could just ask for a hug instead of attacking me."

"What hug? I don't need a hug," Logan replied, pulling away from him and grabbing a plate off of the stack on the table.

"The hug you just pulled away from..." Patton seemed confused.

"I never hugged you, dad. You're crazy," Logan kept going, making himself breakfast and acting as if he never hugged him. Patton brushed it off for now and didn't worry about it, because Virgil and Roman entered the kitchen.

Patton greeted them, and as they all sat down to eat, Virgil mentioned taking Logan to the store with him. "Um..well, I'm not sure if that's a good idea..." Patton admitted, setting his piece of toast down on his plate. Virgil seemed confused, as did Logan.

"Why not?" Logan questioned, looking at his caregiver with a confused glance.

"Well, I've never taken you outside of the house while regressed, I'm just worried that someone might see you acting younger and be mean." Patton explained, and Logan frowned.

"Logan's a teenager though, and I'll be there to help if anything like that happens. It's not like he'll throw a fit or anything, he's fourteen." Virgil argued.

"Last time he regressed to teenspace, he was so anxious that he practically threw a fit!" Patton snapped, not exactly shouting. He looked at Virgil with somewhat angry eyes. Patton never gave that look, unless someone he was protecting someone he cared about. Logan sunk down in his seat, zipping up Virgil's hoodie and hiding away from the world for the time being. Virgil raised his hands up in mock surrender before speaking.

"Patton, I'm sorry that I upset you, but please be mindful of Logan. You're probably scaring him by snapping." Virgil reminded. Patton's expression faded from anger to an apologetic look, and he looked toward Logan,who nodded a bit.

"Oh..I'm sorry sweetheart. And you too, Virgil...Just let me think about this and we'll talk after breakfast, okay?"

Virgil gave a nod of agreement, and Logan muttered a weak 'okay'.

Patton eventually agreed to let Logan go with Virgil, but not without a lot of convincing and second guessing his decision.

"Promise that you'll be nice to Virgil, and if you get to anxious-"

"Let Virgil know and step away to text you." Logan interrupted, pocketing his phone and looking at his dad. "I'm not a baby, and I'll be fine."

"Yeah, he's safe with me." Virgil assured, coming down the stairs, clad in his old hoodie and a pair of black ripped skinny jeans. "We're good, right?" he looked at Logan, double checking just to be sure.

Logan laughed, "We're good." he confirmed.

"Oh, okay. I love you both, be good," he looked at Logan, as if he needed the reminder, "And please be home before dinner."

Both boys nodded, taking their final hugs from Roman and Patton before heading out. Virgil let Logan sit in the passenger seat

The mindscape was set up to be a small, little town. It wasn't one that existed in the real world, but it was heavily based off of the real world and would change according to real world events. If they really wanted to, the mindscape extended past their imaginary town, it was a whole little world just inside Thomas's head.

"Okay, so I have a shopping list on my phone, and the grocery money we all pitch in for. Though I found that there's always a little extra money, so if you want an extra snack or whatever, go for it." Virgil spoke, stopping as they approached a red light. He looked around, his eye catching on a street sign as he assured himself that he was going the right way.

Logan nodded. He was usually the one to go on the grocery runs, so he already knew about how he slightly over estimated how much money they needed. He'd usually either buy something extra, a treat or dessert, or save it for the next shopping trip. They all got their limited allowance (for the whole 'realistic human life' thing), and they'd pitch in a certain amount of it to pay for food for their home.

"Is there anything you want for the store? That isn't already on the usual list, I mean?" Virgil asked. He was trying to start a conversation, but Logan was being quiet. That was the main reason he offered to take him with him for errands. Virgil wanted to spend more time with his newfound brother, though he'd never admit that out loud. Virgil and Logan regress together all the time, and there's been plenty of time where Logan is bigger than Virgil, but it's rarely the other way around.

Virgil wanted to know Logan more, and also earn his trust. Because it seemed that currently, the only person Teenage Logan really trusted, was Patton.

"I don't know, maybe one of those starbucks bottled frappe things?" Logan said hopefully, giving his, currently older, brother a look in the hopes that he didn't shoot it down immediately.

"Hmm, Patton wouldn't be to happy about that one...and if he found out, he'd be pretty mad at me." Virgil thought out loud, anxiously biting at his lip while he focused on the road. Logan sunk down in his seat in disappointment, immediately taking his hesitancy as a 'no' and looking out the window.

Virgil sighed, glancing at him for a split second before turning his head to examine the road in front of him. "I suppose...if you promise not to tell your caregiver, and you also don't get like, super hyper on me..." he pauses, taking a turn before continuing his conditional agreement, "You can get the coffee. But this is a one time thing, I don't condone littles-" Logan gave him a look.

"Middles?" he hesitantly corrected himself, glancing at Logan again.

"Or regressors." Logan nodded. Virgil hummed before continuing.

"I don't condone teenagers drinking a bunch of caffeinated drinks in one day. I know you had coffee this morning. But today's the exception, alright?"

Virgil was only agreeing to this because he wanted to make Logan happy. And he didn't quite mind stretching the rules just a bit to get there.

"Okay." Logan agreed, looking back out the window.

Virgil had a feeling that this would end up being a good day.

Or at least, he hoped it would.

"Virgil, I know I said I'd be okay..but I'm scared."

Virgil stopped in the middle of the cereal aisle, pulling the cart to the side so that people could walk through if they needed. Logan seemed ashamed to admit that, looking up at his, currently older, brother for support. Logan fiddled with the zippers on the cuffs of Virgil's jacket.

"What are you scared of, Logan?" Virgil spoke softly to him, in a voice that seemed to assure that he'd be ready to comfort him no matter what his answer.

"Dad was right, it's my first time going out while regressed and I feel..." he trailed off, his eyes following a cart as a family walked by the aisle. "I feel stupid. Like people are staring a me or something." He looked back at Virgil, who nodded.

"That's okay. I've never been out while regressed, but I'm sure it is a bit scary. I'm sorry that you aren't feeling the best, though." Virgil sighed, not quite knowing what to do. He thought for a moment before offering the best solution he could come up with. "How about you call Patton and talk to him while we shop? I think he'd be the best at comforting you right now."

Logan nodded lightly, pulling his phone out of his pocket. Virgil gave him a reassuring smile before pulling a few boxes of cereal from the shelf. As Virgil motioned for them to keep walking, Logan listened to his phone ring.

"Logan! Are you okay?" Logan winced at how loud Patton's voice seemed through the phone.

"Mhm, I'm okay. Just a bit anxious though...can you talk to me? I-i think it'd help." his voice was filled with hesitancy, but Virgil gave him a comforting look that silently told him 'good job'.

"Oh, yeah. I can talk to you. Do you wanna tell me why you're feeling anxious, baby?"

"I um...you were right," Logan fiddled with the zippers on Virgil's hoodie again, taking a turn into a aisle with bread and snacks. "I kinda started panicking the moment I got into the store. There's so many people, and so much noise. I'm just worried that I'm being judged, I guess." he hummed, glad that there was no one else in their aisle.

"I'm sure that everything is okay, sweetheart. Listen to me, not all the noise, okay?"

Logan nodded, then realizing that Patton couldn't see him through the phone. "Okay."

"Can you tell me what you guys have gotten so far?" Logan was confused by his caregivers request, but he looked in the cart as Virgil set something in it.

"We got Crofters! And butter, and bread." he identified a few items, looking at a few others.

"We can make more toast!" Patton cheered. Logan laughed at that.

"Uh, we have like three boxes of cereal in the cart. And coffee cakes! There's also macaroni..." Logan kept going, not realizing that Patton had successfully distracted him from his anxiety for the time being. Patton spoke in a calm, caring voice all the way through their shopping trip.

"We're heading up to checkout now. I'll text you when we're on our way home," Logan spoke into the phone, following Virgil's guide through the front part of the store.

"Alright. You feel better now, right?" Patton assured.

"Yeah, thanks dad. I'll see you later." Logan hung up the phone, pocketing it and taking a deep breath.

"Feeling better?" Virgil questioned softly. Logan hummed.

He felt almost pathetic for having to call his dad to coach him through a simple shopping trip, but he also felt a lot more at ease. He couldn't quite place why he didn't just pull himself out of middlespace if it really bothered him that much, it almost felt like it'd be to tiring to do. He was getting used to being able to regress whenever and not have to repress it, so when the time came that he might of had to, it felt to hard.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Are we heading home after this?" Logan asked, redirecting the conversation swiftly.

"No, actually. If you're okay with stopping somewhere else first, I mean." Virgil didn't elaborate on where they could possibly be going, which confused Logan.

As they checked out and scanned their items, Logan kept bugging Virgil about where they were headed. "It's a surprise. I'm sure you'll like it, though."

"But Virge! I wanna know!" he whined, handing Virgil his iced coffee to scan.

"Hmm, well that's to bad." he teased. "You'll see when we get there."

Virgil has had this idea since he realized that Logan regressed to teen ages. He was only able to convince Patton to let him take Logan because he revealed his little plan, the second stop that Logan would definitely be excited about. Of course, Logan couldn't know what it was quite yet.

"Virgilll!" he pouted, giving him pleading eyes.

"The pouty face only works when you're a toddler, Lo. Just be patient," he told him, pulling his wallet out of his pocket and looking at the total on the self checkout screen. He counted the money quickly.

"Will a candy bar shut you up?" he asked, pulling a few dollars from the stack.

"That only works when I'm a toddler," Logan mimicked him. It was true, if any of the sides needed to distract Logan while he was little, a piece of candy would do the trick. Of course, it would backfire in half an hour when he got hyper and bouncy, but it works in the moment.

Virgil raised his eyebrows, waving the three one dollar bills in his hand. Logan rolled his eyes, snatching them away. "Fine, I'll be back in a sec."

He disappeared to go pick out some candy, leaving Virgil to chuckle.

Virgil was glad he did this. He felt bad for putting Logan in a situation where he was anxious, but he could still say that they were having a decent time so far. And he was sure Logan would love the next place they were headed to.

There was just one question Logan had.

Where were they going?

A/N: Okay so this chapter is jam-packed! I finally hinted towards the romance part of this story, which won't really be a main focus, like at all. It focuses on the agere, and here and there there will be some cute fluffy shippy things. Lmk what you think of this chapter by commenting, reblogging, or sending me asks! (Depends on if you're reading through Tumblr or Wattpad!)

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your-local-bnha-writer · 4 years

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Hi I wanted to request some Kirishima x reader angst! It can be anything, surprise me! Cuz I’ve been craving some angst lately... also, I really like the way you write, it’s great! ♥️✨✨

“I can’t keep kissing people and pretend that they’re you!”

Eijirou Kirishima

Pairing: Kirishima x Reader

Warning(s): Swearing??

Genre: Angst babyyyy

Word count: 2301

A/N: Hiiii! Thanks for requesting! I’m glad you like my writing, although I’m still pretty new and I’m still trying to perfect angst. But hope you enjoy!

I don’t own the art!

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You sighed and shifted uncomfortably as you watched your ex gassing up another girl. You guys only split up about a week ago and he's been with 3 girls so far.

You were so glad he was taking it much better than you were. You were happy he wasn't sitting at home eating tubs of ice cream and crying until 3am in the morning.

Sighing softly, you took Mina's hand wanting to leave the shop as soon as possible.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't think he was gonna be here I thought—"

"It's okay Mina, really," you say giving her a smile. But she could see right through it. Your eyes told a different story.

She huffed but decided to not talk about it anymore. Instead she ranted about a new lipstick she saw saying that it would totally compliment her skin colour.

You tried to listen, you really did. But all you could think about was how quickly Kirishima moved on.

Had our relationship meant nothing to him?

Was it all just some...joke?

Did he really love you?

You thought about the first time he told you he loved you. It wasn't at some romantic park, with cherry blossoms fluttering gracefully beside you as he declared his undying love for you.

It was when you first moved in to your small cozy apartment. It was tiny, cheap and had lots of room for improvement. To other people it looked like a filthy shack with rusty windows. You and Kirishima weren't different, but you guys had put the time and effort into renovating and making it look like a tornado had just passed through.

After all your hard work on the first day, you and Eijirou slept on dirty mattress that were set up in the master bedroom and shared a thin blanket that could barely cover the both of you. It wasn't the best, but you two made it work. It until a few moments later when he whispered in your ear that he loved you.

"Y/n? Y/nnn," a voice says snapping you out of your thoughts. You come back to reality seeing a hand move up and down in front of your face.

"Huh? What? Oh, yeah that colour would suit you," you say hoping that she wouldn't catch on.

"Oh sweet little Y/n, I stopped talking about that a while ago, I asked you how you were holding up," she states. You don't need to ask what she was talking about, you already know.

"Well, I've watched at least 4 romcoms and have gone through 2 buckets of ice cream and well on my way on my 3rd one, so not good," you say finally opening up on your whole situation. You give her a sad smile.

"Damn, I'm sorry about the whole thing, I've been trying my best to try and cheer you up," she says.

"But it looks like it's not working, so what do you wanna do next?" she asks determined. You chuckle softly.

"Mina, that's sweet and all but I don't need you to cheer me up, I'm fine," you say putting on the mask again. You're not sure why, you opened up about how you were doing, she already knows, so why are you putting the wall up again.

"No, Y/n, you literally just opened up about how you were feeling you can't just back out now," she says like she just read your mind. You bite your lip anxiously.

"It's fine," you say quickly.

"No it's—"

"Mina, it's okay, I'm okay, I was exaggerating," you say, you look into her eyes. She doesn't believe you. You could practically feel the sympathy radiating off of her. That feeling of wanting to help.

You didn't need her help. You didn't need anyone's help. You were okay, you were fine. You could get through this by yourself and it would a cakewalk.

"Thank you though," you say gently grabbing her hand. Mina gets this doubtful look once again, but she chooses to ignore it.

"Okay...well I've got to go now! Me and Ochaco are baking muffins for the class reunion tomorrow!" she beamed excitedly. Your face drops.

You had forgotten about the class reunion. Wonderful, more chances to see Kirishima with making out with his new girlfriend. You wonder which girl he would bring in this time.

"You do know there's a class reunion tomorrow, right?" Mina asks raising a brow. You subconsciously nod your head.

"Yeah...yeah! Mhm, I remember, can't wait so excited!" You trying not to panic.

"Okay...well I'll see you there! Bye!" She says and you two part your ways.

You wave and sigh to yourself.

Eijirou had gone to live with Sero and Kaminari. So you had the apartment to yourself. He was still in the process of moving out so you had some of his items.

As you went to get ready, a scarlet red card had been poking out of Kirishima's drawer.

"Nope," you say to yourself, "Not even going to touch it, that's so disrespectful to go through his things like why would you even—"

With no self control whatsoever, you rip the card from the drawer and open it. Your eyes shot up as you read it.

Our one year anniversary.

You think back to where you and Eijirou had your 1 year anniversary date. July 29th. He took you out to watch a beautiful sunset, he even took the time to grab blankets and food. After the sunset you two laid and watched the stars.

You feel a certain ache in your heart. Deciding to ignore it, you put the letter onto his drawer and crawl under the covers of your bed. A million thoughts running around.

The next morning

"You're going! And that's that!" Mina says struggling to pull you off of the bed.

"No! I see them all the time why do I need to see them today?!" You yell clutching onto the sides of your bed.

"They're your class! We learned how to be heroes with them! Now c'mon! Even Bakugo's gonna be there!" She shouts and with one last tug, manages to rip you off of your bed.

"Fine," you give up, "Only because I wanna see Bakugo," you huff. Mina yells in delight and goes to get you ready.

At the party (30 min in)

You made your rounds to everyone. Said hi to every single person in the room, except Kirishima. You gave him a polite smile but decided to not go any further.

Only half an hour in and you already want to leave. You grab Mina's arm and ask if you guys could go yet.

"We just got here! Let loose, grab some drinks, have some fun~" she days wiggling her eyebrows. Gross.

You roll your eyes and went to catch up with Momo.

(3 and a half hours in)

You finally got your chance to speak with Bakugo. He was a good friend, didn't push you away. That's actually how you got closer to Kirishima, and eventually how you guys started dating. Through all of it Bakugo had been there to support your guys relationship.

As the night went by you can't help but miss your UA days. Everything was so simple back then. You feel tears sting your eyes but you quickly blink them away, not wanting to seem vulnerable.

You feel that same ache in your chest again.

"Heyo, Y/n! C'mere for a sec," a voice called out. You turn to see Denki standing along with Eijirou and Hanta. You raise a brow and gulp but walked towards them.

"Yeah?" You ask. Denki's eyes shift over to Kirishima's and he awkwardly coughs.

"I'll be right back," Eijirou says and walks away. You raise a brow at Denki.

"Uh," he laughs nervously, "One second, hey Kirishima! What the fuck?" He yells and runs after him. You eye Sero suspiciously but all he does is shrug.

"He still loves you, ya know," he says casually. Your breath hitches but you force yourself to stay calm.

"Does he actually?" your voice was quiet. Almost inaudible, but thank god Hanta's a good listener.

"Yep, just because he's with all these girls doesn't mean he's not over you, maybe that's just his coping method," Sero shrugs as you and him watch Denki and Eijirou yelling at each other.

With your last bit of hope you whisper something to yourself.

"Maybe," and with that you hunt down Kirishima.

"This way, nobody'll hear us and I feel like we should talk in private," you mumble leading Eijirou around. You suddenly stop and drop to the ground, signalling him to come sit with you. He sighs, but follows.

"Let's talk," you say shortly.

"What do we have to talk about? I mean I've moved on, you've moved on—"

"How do you know that?" You interrupt. That shuts him up.

Running a hand through your hair you sigh loudly. You open your mouth to say something but Kirishima beats you to it.

"Look, I won't lie to you, I'm not happy, and by the looks of it you're not either," he says. You don't let him finish.

"You're not happy? But you're with all these girls and—"

"Because I didn't know how to get over you!" He yells. Your eyes widened a bit and you fall silent. Kirishima breaths.

"You're...am amazing person Y/n, incredible, you treated me so well and were there with me when I wasn't at my peak," he confesses. You nod for him to keep going.

"And you were so special to me, and when we broke it off, that hurt, a lot actually, I didn't think anyone could have that effect on me," he says smiling slightly.

"But I'm here, to ask you, if we could get back together?"

That was the question you had feared all this time. Simply because you weren't sure, you loved Kiri, you had spent so much time together and really have gotten to know each other. But on the other hand...maybe you were better off just as friends.

"Kiri I...I love you and you're so special and dear to me but, I feel like we should stay as friends," you mumbled just loud enough for him to hear. Your eyes immediately darted down to avoid his gaze.

"Please, just one more chance, one more chance and if it doesn't go well...I'll let you go," he sighs. You were overwhelmed.

"Look, there'll be other girls for you to date and get to know maybe if—" but you were cut off.

"I don't want those other girls Y/n, I only care about you,"

You didn't know why, but something about that line sparked that burning anger in your chest.

"Then why did you date those other people," You growled glaring at him slightly.

"Wha— to get over you!" He says raising his voice.

"Do you know how hard it was to lay in bed every night not having the person you love beside you?!" He screams. This makes you angrier.

"And you think that didn't happen to me? You think I just got over this whole breakup in one night? You think I don’t love you and get jealous every time I see you with those girls?!" You screech. Your minds blurry, all you can think about is fury, and yet you continue.

"Why don't you just go and make out with 15 girls to get over me huh?!" You shout with tears in your eyes.

"I can't keep kissing other people and pretend it’s you!” He yells. Your heart stops.

Suddenly, you can think clear. You can see clearer as well. You start to think straight and look at the situation properly. The burning feeling of fury starts to melt away.

"Eijirou..." you start but soon realize you can't finish that sentence. You look at him and find out he's crying as well. He takes a breathes before he speaks.

"Y/n...I don't know what I'd do without you," he states.

"And I'm sorry if I was being pushy, I'm sorry for a lot of things but I won't list them all out," he says chuckling a bit. You smile softly.

"I'm sorry as well, I should've seen the situation from your perspective," you murmur. It was then to realize, that you really do love Eijirou Kirishima. He really was the one.

"And I get if you don't want to get back together, I just thought I'd try but before I go, I just wanted to let you know that...you deserve so much better, you're a truly amazing person and any guy would be so lucky to have you, I just wish I was the one," he says smiling sadly.

Although you can't see it since he was turning away, you just know he was tearing up again. That's just how he's is, he's big softie. A softie that you won't let go.

"I truly do love you and wish you the best of luck in life," he says before turning to walk away. You panic and force your legs to move.

"Eijirou wait!" You say grabbing his arm. He turns around with hope in his eyes, that same sparkle that you've always loved. You smile softly.

"I'm willing to try again," you say. He gasps cutely before chuckling and picking you up to spin you around. He leans in for a kiss before hesitating.

"Can I ?" He asks. You giggle. Truly a gentleman.

You don't answer, instead you crash your lips onto his.

Through all of the tears, mistakes and downfalls, you two always seem to make it work out in the end. You push past those thoughts and pull him closer, glad to have him back.

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gone-daddy-gone · 4 years

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todomomo

Big Spoon or Little Soon

for sure they are the type of couple to switch and say that it doesn’t matter. but, todoroki likes to be the little spoon! he loves being able to lean back into momo and have her chest there as his big soft pillows. it makes him feel safe. safe not in the sense that he needs to be protected, but safe in the it’s ok be emotionally attached and let this person touch me, it’s a good touch.

Favorite Positions

the spoon, which is a classic. as stated above it doesn’t matter which one of them is holding. the honey moon hug is momo’s favorite. something about being completely wrapped up in each other in a desperate embrace looking into each others eyes, peppering each other in kisses on the cheeks neck and face. last but not least, the sweetheart cradle, todo’s favorite. he likes having momo lay on his chest hearing his heartbeat while he runs his fingers through her hair.

“momo, can you run your fingers through my hair please...i just need to lay with you right now.”

izuocha

Big Spoon or Little Spoon

also another switch couple. they both adore being able to hold each other and love being held just as much. uraraka would probably ask to hold deku more than deku asks to hold her because he has more stress and anxiety than her and need all the comfort he could get.

Favorite Positions

the classic spoon position, which is deku’s, when he is the big spoon he likes being able to hold her and feel her rattling heartbeat amungst his chest. the honeymoon hug, which is uraraka’s favorite. their legs being linked together, chest to chest, hands running down each other’s arms and sides sensually. and the shingles (a second in deku’s book so he can get a cup of titty)

“deku, please stop pretending you’re alright i’m your girlfriend, i’m here for you”

kiribaku

Big Spoon or Little Spoon

bakugou wants to be the big spoon. always. but don’t let his subborness fool you! he is a huge sucker for letting kiri get his way and wrap his big strong arms around him. he’s never let anyone else do that besides his mom and it’s a huge step for him. but one he’s ready to take for kiri none the less.

Favorite Positions

bakugou’s favorite would either be the classic spoon, or the loosely tethered. he loves being close to kiri, adores it, but something in him just isn’t ready to be on him all the time. so the loosely tethered is a firm compromise. kiri ADORES the sweethearts cradle. nothing better than being face to face with the man of his dreams, feeling his breath and the subtle rise and fall of his chest. soft kisses here and there.

“come here already...we can cuddle don’t give me that face!”

kamijirou

Big Spoon or Little Spoon

denki likes to be big spoon. and jirou isn’t to particular about how it goes. she doesn’t like a lot of affection in general so getting to the cuddling stage took a lot. but once he pushes and showers her in so much love and affection she feels like she’s gonna explode, she’ll let him hold her close to his body and feel his warmth. if denki had a rough day, or feels useless she’ll tell him to shut up and lay down, stroking his hair and telling him he’s perfect the way he is holding him tight.

Favorite Positions

the spoon would be denki’s favorite. he’s a simple man, nothing sounds better than laying down and feeling his woman in his arms, wrapped up in her scent. jirou’s would be the same most likely but i promise you she is a fan of the sweethearts cradle. she of course is not the quickest to admit she loves to be in his embrace. that she craves to hear his heartbeat that she swears to god is the closest thing to musical perfection she’s ever heard. no, she would never admit it, but that’s where she’s her happiest. where her muse comes from.

“just shut up and listen to me for once...you could lay in my arms if you need,”

seromina

Big Spoon or Little Spoon

mina likes to be big spoon most of the time! like 80%...but like sero likes to come from behind and fondle her chest while lightly kissing her neck. they would cuddle all the time for sure. so! much! PDA! hand holding. arms draping over each other. mina sitting her big ol booty on her boyfriend while he giggles and holds her waist.

Favorite Positions

the arm drapper. sero’s personal favorite the butt pillow. when the two of them are watching their favorite comedian there’s nothing sero likes to do more than lay his head on her big booty. i think mina likes any sort of position as long she has some sort of contact with sero, but if i had to pinpoint what one was her favorite i would say she likes the sweethearts cradle. somethin bout the name and the feeling she gets while being held by him just does it for her.

“come here babyyyy... BABE! i put on the movie lets goooo.”

tsutoko

Big Spoon or Little Spoon

fuki! would! want! to! be! the! big! soon! and! make! tsu! safe! and! happy! and of course. she! wants! the! same! for! him! i imagine since he isn’t that tall he wants to make himself seem bigger and her feel safer by putting his leggies on her and dragging her even closer. but idk i just think fuki likes being strictly big spoon and tsu would totally be ok with it i think.

Favorite Positions

the classic spoon!!! they both love the classic spoon. fuki’s favorite would be the shingles. he likes just chillin and letting his arm drap over her, letting her bring her hand up and entrap her fingers in his. or plays with her hair. tsus favorite is the loosely tethered. something about being right there and close to him but not all the way there y’know? a mix of sweet suffocating love and gentle solace.

“come lay with me, you look pretty cold.”

toshinko

Big Spoon or Little Spoon

all might loves to be little spoon. he loves the feeling of inko’s warm body against his, holding him safe with her big loving arms, and big boobs. toshinko also likes being little spoon, but she is used to being the big spoon for a shy boy so it’s all good for her.

Favorite Positions

i’m gonna be honest here, the classic spoon is their favorite. like why mess with perfection? what’s not to love? you get to hold the person you love close to you, get to hear their heartbeat, breathe in their scent. its the best! but i would say a close second is the honeymoon hug, nothing like being wrapped up together and facing the person you love.

“all is well because you are here! in my arms!!”

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psychedelic-ink · 4 years

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Oh, Ive been waiting my chance haha! Headcanons of Nozel (my babyyyy) with a deaf and short Fem!S/O? She can talk but doesnt like to do it, but she can read lips! SFW and NSFW if you want, but SFW its great anyways! (Yeah, the most difficult ones with this kind of request, Im so sorry xD)

This was super duper fun to write! Thank you so much for the request Anon! I hope I did it justice!

The first time that Nozel saw s/o was while he was on patrol, just as he was walking by a dirty alley his ears perked up. He stopped in his tracks listening. He heard a man asking for money, as he did so he was emphasizing on every word. It felt like the criminal was asking for the money for a while. When he turned to face the thief and the poor soul who was facing him, he saw that it was a fairly short woman. She had tilted her head to the side, staring at the man with a mocking gaze. Nozel decided that enough was enough and took out his grimoire. Before he could use a simple binding spell, he saw a purple glow of a grimoire. Without him noticing he heard the criminal scream and fall to the ground. With a baffled expression he looked at s/o, she hadn’t said a word but it was clear that the grimoire belonged to her. Nozel walked to her, offering to buy her a drink. He caught by surprise when s/o motioned with her hands that she was deaf and that she could read lips. While they were having a cup of tea, s/o explained that she used sound magic and that she could use certain frequencies to make someone faint and attack. When they saw the end of their teacups Nozel invited her to join the silver eagles.

After a month passed by, Nozel could argue that he knew s/o quite well by now. Nozel respected her greatly. S/o could speak if she wanted to but didn’t prefer it. That fact didn’t stop her from capturing Nozel’s hearth though. They would go on picnics, go on walks and simply just enjoyed eachother’s company. But the moment that seemed to get engraved in Nozel’s mind was when they came across a daisy fiels. S/o would tug on his arm as she happily walked to the middle of the field, she sat down and pulled Nozel down with her. She patted on her legs with great enthusiasm gesturing Nozel to lay his head there. Being a royal Nozel wasn’t quite thrilled at the idea of sitting on dirt. But looking at his s/o’s face, he couldn’t find the strenght in himself to say no. He layed down placing his head on to s/o’s soft legs. The warm breeze caressing their skin, it was truly intoxicating. Nozel didn’t expect howeever for s/o to start humming. Even if it was just a humm it sounded angelic. His eyes widen when he realized that s/o was humming “Remember me” . A lullaby that her mother would sing to him when he was little. He only had mentioned this once , he was surprised that s/o remembered. Nozel choked up. A huge lump formed in his throat, he was trying hard not to let his tears go. S/o put her hand on Nozel’s flushed cheek, caressing it as she continued to humm. Tears welled up in his eyes, not being able to stop himself from letting a coupled of them go. S/o wiped them away. She leaned foward and gave Nozel a soft kiss on the lips. Needless to say he would never forget that day.

The first time they decided they wanted to do more then just kiss and touch eachother here and there, Nozel wanted to make it special for s/o. He asked the help to make his room a romantic wonderland. When he saw the fully decorated room , he was quite pleased. There were scented candles everywhere, making the room smell of bourbon mixed with the warm sweetness of vanilla. Rose pettals were thrown all across the room and there were chocolate covered strawberries on the bedside tables. Nozel was pleased indeed.

Nozel was surprised when s/o wasn’t interested in the decorations his staff made an effort to put out. She sloppily gestured that he wanted him right now. Nozel gulped. He could feel half of the blood in his body rush to his cheecks and the other half rushing to his cock. S/o grinned when she saw how excited the captain was getting. Her grin dissapeared when Nozel grapped her by the wrist and pulled her to the bed. She let out a small gasp as he did so. Nozel towered over her, asking if rushing in to this was okay, s/o nodded vigorously. Then with her hands she motioned that just because she was deaf it didn’t mean she was delicate. This was all the premission that Nozel needed. He leaned in nuzzling S/o’s neck. He darted his tongue out , licking her smooth neck. Not stopping there, he took s/o’s earlobe into his mouth and nibbled. He hummed as she let out a throaty moan. Sucking on the flesh, Nozel whispered what he was going to do with her. She shivered with anticipation. Nozel stuck his tongue inside of s/o’s ear, licking and sucking on every crevice he could. S/o’s hand shot out to the back of Nozel’s head, tugging on his hair, she bucked her hips forward rubbing his aching heat on his clothed member. Nozel let out a hungry moan inside of s/o’s ear. Letting go of her ear, Nozel lifted his head in order to gaze upon s/o. Her lips were parted, breathing heavily, his mouth watering he pushed his thumb inside of s/o’s mouth. With greed she sucks on it, her hips still connected on to Nozel’s. Tonight Nozel thought is going to exceed my every expectation.

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