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sunkissed-zegras · 1 day

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𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍 ─ PB⁵ ft. UCONN WBB MANAGER

౨ৎ ─ summary | request -> "Okay the fic Idea I was talking about is, Paige scrolling through your phone gallery and seeing the pics you didn’t send her. “Why didn’t you send me this?” and even sending herself some of the photos to her own phone. BUT then, Ms.reader over here didn’t private certain…. provocative and Lewd photos and forgot about them and Paige sees them (her gf just likes taking pictures of her own body🤷🏽 cuz why not)." for my lovely hamster nonnie

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─ warnings | NSFW under the cut, read at your own discretion. very fluffy and cute, nothing too rough just some good ol' love making. oral (r receiving), praise, nothing else?? enjoy!!!!

─ ev's notes | ok so this also can be read as a standalone buttt this is part of my uconn wbb manager series!

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YOU WERE SITTING on your girlfriend's bed, glasses sitting on the bridge of your nose as you tried to finish up some homework.

Paige had your phone in her hand as she scrolled through your camera roll, looking through all the photos you two had taken together over the past few months. Every now and then, she would let out a soft chuckle or an aww as she stumbled upon a particularly sweet or funny photo. You glanced up from your homework every so often, smiling at her reactions.

"Why didn't you send me this?" Paige asked, showing you a selfie of yourself after the gym yesterday. "You looked sexy, wow."

You chuckled, feeling a bit embarrassed but also pleased by her compliment. "I don't know, I guess I forgot to send it," you replied, reaching out to take a closer look at the photo.

Paige laughed, leaning into you as she continued to scroll through the photos. "I'm sending it to myself, that's my new lockscreen."

You rolled your eyes as you chuckled, turning your attention back to your homework. A few seconds later however, you somehow sensed a shift in the atmosphere as you glanced to see what Paige was looking at, only to be faced with a very incriminating photo of yourself wearing practically nothing.

Heat rushed to your cheeks, and you quickly reached out to grab the phone from her hand, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and panic only for her to pull the phone out of your grasp. "I forgot to delete that, sorry-"

"Delete it? Why didn't you send it to me?" Her tone was unusually serious as she glanced up to meet your gaze. "Shit, I mean that was hot."

You wanted to laugh, if this were any situation you'd want to laugh. However, as you met her now very clouded gaze, you felt your stomach flutter in confusion and maybe something... more?

This wasn't the reaction you expected. You were prepared for embarrassment, maybe even some teasing, but not this. Paige's eyes held a seriousness that seemed out of place in the moment.

"Wait, really?" you stammered, trying to gauge her sincerity. "I thought you'd find it weird or something."

Paige leaned back, a small smirk playing on her lips as she studied your reaction. "Weird? No, of course not baby. You look pretty damn good," she took another moment to study the picture as she wet her lips.

You couldn't help but feel a rush of warmth spread through you at Paige's words, her unexpected compliment sending a thrill down your spine. "You think so?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, unsure whether to feel flattered or apprehensive about her sudden change in tone.

Paige's smirk widened into a mischievous grin. "Oh, I know so," she replied, her gaze lingering on the photo before finally meeting yours. "In fact, I think you're hiding a lot more than just this one picture."

Your cheeks flushed even hotter at the implication of her words. You had never imagined Paige seeing you in such a revealing light, let alone expressing such bold admiration. She'd always teased you, you'd been in this relationship (of some sorts) for long enough for this to be normal.

Somehow, this time it felt more personal.

"You really want to see more?" you asked, your voice betraying a mix of nerves and excitement.

"Don't act so shy now, princess. I mean you took these photos and kept them to yourself. You knew exactly what you were doing," Paige teased, her voice laced with amusement as she leaned in closer, her breath grazing your ear.

Her playful tone sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of arousal coursing through you. Despite your initial hesitations, there was something undeniably exhilarating about the prospect of sharing more with Paige.

Before you could even process it, her lips were on yours in a bruising kiss. You let out a soft moan in surprise but slowly melted into the kiss, losing yourself in the heat of the moment. As her hands roamed over your body, you felt a rush of desire coursing through your veins, your senses overwhelmed by the intoxicating sensation of her touch.

Your homework and laptop were long forgotten as she pulled you into her lap. Her lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of bruises in their wake. You let out a soft gasp, your fingers tangling in her hair as you arched into her touch, craving more of her intoxicating touch.

"Paige, please," you whined as she hummed in response. You began to grind yourself against her sweats, your whole body shaking in pure need.

She pulled back slightly, her eyes dark with desire as she met your gaze. "Yes, princess? Please what?" she teased, her voice husky with need.

"I want you," you breathed, the words tumbling out before you could stop them. In that moment, there was no room for doubt or hesitation. All you knew was that you needed her to absolutely ruin you.

With a hungry smirk, Paige captured your lips in another searing kiss, her hands roaming over your body with a possessive urgency that left you breathless. Suddenly, she pushed you back against the bed as you whimpered with need.

Paige found herself in between your legs as she pulled off your silk pajama shorts and then your underwear. You moaned at the sight, your head falling back as she pulled your legs on her shoulders and quickly got to work.

As soon as her tongue met your wet folds, you were already ruined. You moaned at the sensation as your eyes shut, gripping the sheets beneath you. Paige kept gripped your thighs as her tongue delved into your cunt, your whole body seizing up in utter pleasure.

"Fuck," she mumbled into your pussy, sending vibrations throughout your body. You finally met her gaze as you moaned, her hand finding yours, interlacing your fingers with hers.

Paige took her time, slowly licking up and down you as if you were most delicate thing in the world (and you were ─ at least, in her world).

You arched into her mouth as you felt yourself draw closer and closer to an orgasm, your eyes shutting once again. Paige's tongue began to flick against your clit as you let out a shocked moan, your other hand finding her hair.

"Please, please don't stop. Fuck, P," you babbled on as her tongue began moving faster and faster. "I'm gonna cum, please,"

"Cum on my tongue, princess, let it out," she murmured into your pussy as the knot in your stomach snapped. "Good girl, fuck,"

Paige watched you hungrily as you moaned, your legs wrapped around her head as you came. She closed her eyes as she helped you ride out your high, her hands gripping your hips as you caught your breath.

Paige got out from between your legs and pulled you into a bruising kiss. Your hands found her hair in a lazy attempt to keep her close, your lips moving in sync with hers as the intensity of the kiss deepened. The world around you faded into oblivion as you lost yourself in the heat of the moment, consumed by the passion that pulsed between you.

"Mm, I love you," you mumbled into the kiss as she let out a small laugh. She pulled away to really take in your fucked-out state; your messy hair, your half-lidded eyes, your bruised lips. God, she was so whipped.

"I love you too, sweet girl," Paige whispered, her voice filled with adoration as she caressed your cheek, her thumb tracing the curve of your lips.

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postersofleon · 2 days

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GIRLS TO WATCH AND LOVE

It wasn't a valid excuse for Leon. He could've tried harder to seduce people, but he decided to just meet out his favorite camgirl and relax for the night.

content: smut and fluff

notes: afab fem!reader; can be seen as ooc leon; awkward leon; sexual frustrations coming from leon; 'mutual' masturbation + blowjobs + p in v; pretty smutty because it's about a camgirl; hunnigan bullying leon; is it a bit unrealistic? yeah; #sadleon hours; bi leon mentioned; porn with 'plot'; unprotected sex; i'm having a huge writer's block so... i don't know how i'm surviving

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He doesn't like watching porn, but one thing Leon is well aware of him being a raging hypocrite who longed for sex. It had been years since Leon had sex. He missed being deep inside someone and cumming inside them. Leon wasn't going to be picky with which person will have the dishonorable privilege to fuck a traumatized man.

Nobody wanted it. So, his next big step was entering a cam site. Leon scrolled down and looked at all the woman and the couple of men around. His cock twitch every once in a while, but he didn't want messy sex or sex where a woman wanted to step on his balls.

Leon has that in his daily life when a BOW throws him against the wall.

He knows he is being picky with these people, but he doesn't want to see that.

Ugh, he sucked.

That's when he saw a video of an amateur setting. A woman was hugging pillows tightly, the side of her skin showed, and Leon liked the subtle sexual. His finger trembled a bit before clicking that he wanted to watch it.

The video began with her grinding against a pillow. It was small little gasps of hers that escaped her pink painted lips. His hand trailed down and palmed his covered cock. His eyes trailed down into her soft thighs that were still covered by her pillow. Leon unbuttoned his jeans, preparing for the possibility of jerking off.

His fingers gently caressed his bulge. Leon leaned back on the chair, he kept his eyes focused on the camgirl's hips. His knuckles moved, matching the movement of the camgirl. He grunted when his cock began to get hard. The camgirl played with her tit. Her fingers pinched her nipples, Leon gasped weakly, "Yeah, mh." His eyes were focused on how she humped her pillow like a cute girl.

Sex was like chore for Leon. But finally, he was having the fun side of it.

Leon chewed on his lips to hide a whine. His hand grabbed his length and traced his veins of his cock. "Mm, yeah..." Leon knew he'll feel guilty of the jacking off, but he couldn't not pay attention to his cock.

He propped up his phone and heard her small whimpers. Leon's eyes were focused on her body, he could easily imagine his face between her soft thighs. His body leaned more back, his hand grabbed his cock and gently moved it up and held his tip.

Leon's fingers touched his precum and trailed it down. His other hand massaged his balls.

Fucking pathetic. Jerking it off to a girl who doesn't know him.

His eyes trailed down her tummy. She took deep breaths in as she continued to grind against her pillows. Her makeup was sticking on despite how sweaty she might be. Her tits looked so nice as well. He was primal right now, and he needed this.

Leon licked his bottom lip and gasped weakly. "Fuck..." Leon muttered ashamed. His butt clenched a bit as he saw how her tits moved and jiggled. He wanted to stay between her. Fuck her until he felt better. His hand pumped his cock in the rhythm of the girl, every whine made Leon's mind grow numb.

"There... there..." He mumbled weakly. Leon's eyes were wide when he saw her head go into her pillows and she groaned weakly. Fuck, she was close. He pumped his cock fast as it leaked into down into his shaft. Leon grunted weakly until he spilled on his lap.

Leon made enough money, so wasting money on this young woman made him feel gross yet safe. Her internet name was Little Lamb. She was absurdly beautiful with her small laughs and her playful demeanor. He was getting a crush on her.

And he didn't even know her name!

Leon felt gross and old.

"Hi." She said excitedly at Leon. Despite not seeing his face, she always kept a bright attitude towards Leon. Her eyes darted around, waiting for Leon to answer. "Hi, sorry." Leon mumbled. He rubbed gently, his eyebrows trying to calm down his nerves. He didn't want his face screenshot with a camgirl.

"What happened?" There went her voice. So gentle and patient. "Just need affection." Leon said softly. His hand gently rubbed his thigh, trying to ease down his feelings- trying to feel something.

Leon sighed softly. He felt guilty for pressuring this girl to give romantic affection when she was a sex worker. She can pretend to care. He didn't mind. She sighed softly, "Everything is going to be fine." His cheeks turned red. After all the sex inviting things, Leon saw from her, and this made him feel so special.

Leon silently nodded his head, "Y-yeah..." He whispered softly.

"Honey," Her voice forced him to look at the web cam, "I don't know your situation, but you are brilliant guy." It was hard to deny that when Leon paid so much to have her speak. Leon tilted his head a bit, he wanted to feel her breath on his neck.

Leon rubbed his thigh a bit faster, "I'm just an asshole." He whispered softly but loud enough for her to hear. "I help people to fill in the hole." He needed warmth. He wanted to feel her weight on his body.

"Leon." Your voice was firm, "Helping people won't fill the void." Leon's eyes opened a bit, "Then, what's the purpose of helping?"

"To help them," She hugged the pillow against her chest, "You shouldn't expect more than that." Leon slowly nodded his head. Leon looked at her, "Can we meet up?" He whispered softly.

Doubt grew almost immediately in her eyes. "I, I don't meet up with clients. It's for my safety." Leon swallowed weakly. "Please, I'll pay extra. I know you don't know my face, but it's for my job I can't." It was so complicated for either of them to even do something. Leon didn't want anyone else right now but her.

Leon sighed softly, "I'm a normal guy. Swear. I'm like a, a police officer." He mumbled a small lie. He looked at her face, hoping she would believe him, but that didn't help the case.

"A fucking what?"

Leon rubbed his eyebrows, "It's complicated." His eyes looked around his hotel room. He immediately ruined his chances, "Okay, I'm not a cop." His fingers played with the edges of shirt. He was a moron for thinking she would trust him for being a cop, and it was a miracle she hasn't turned off this chat.

"I'm..." Leon swallowed nervously, "I'm a normal guy?" Great job, Leon. Way to not make the girl feel even more nervous by the stupid situation. The camgirl laughed softly, Leon couldn't tell if it was an awkward laugh or an endearing laugh. Leon felt his cheeks turn red, "I, I-" His voice trembled. His eyes looked at the web camera, he felt his heart jump out of his body.

"My job won't allow me to show my face." He groaned softly. "I want a private place where we," Leon swallowed again, "I'm a mess. I need to loved and I need it so badly." His breathing increased a bit. He was stuck in a hotel room begging for a woman to fuck him.

Her eyes widen a bit, "And you got no one else?" Her pink tongue dragged against her lips.

"No, no, honest time." Leon admitted softly, but he certainly had time for one night.

That was weeks ago now. He had to fix his personal issues with Simmons and clearing Helena's name. It was tiring and he sent a text to the woman. "I got the time now." He spoke to himself as he send it. Hunnigan gave him a side eye, Leon put his phone inside his pocket.

"You could've found an agent partner." Hunnigan fixed her glasses with her index finger. Leon fought the urge to roll his eyes, "Yeah, I could've gotten a boyfriend or a girlfriend by being myself, huh?"

Hunnigan laughed softly, "Your personality can't be that horrible." Leon rubbed gently his chin, "People are complicated." Leon thought how easy it was to be turned on by the camgirl. Just seeing her face gave her the break of B.O.W.S. or anything similar to that. She was just a girl behind the camera who didn't know any of his shit.

"I am demanded to be Leon Kennedy with others, but with her," Leon rubbed his phone through his jacket, "I can just think of being with her."

"It's because you don't know her." Hunnigan pointed out.

Leon shrugged, "Being horny doesn't demand romantic relationships." It pained Leon to say it. He used to be a hopeless romantic. Leon thought everyone had a loved one, but once living this cruel life. It was a given that life didn't care for him or of others. Everyone is too busy to marry or fall in love. Hunnigan, who should have the most time to be with a partner, is alone and works more that focuses on love. It wasn't marriage anymore. That was thinking too high with the possibilities of their life's.

It that thought of love.

Hunnigan crossed her arms against her chest. "Want me to get a hotel for you and..." Leon still didn't know her name, but he nodded his head.

There was no shame at how much money wouldn't waste to be comfortable with a woman. A large bed with roses, Leon took a glass and poured himself a drink of whiskey without even putting ice. He needed to feel it burning his throat. Leon's foot tapped on the ground anxiously as the digital clock clicked its minutes. It clicked.

One minute.

Leon swallowed weakly his drink.

Two minutes.

He rubbed gently his wrist.

Three minutes.

Finally, a knock on the door. Leon carefully put his glass of whiskey on the table and fixed his jacket. His hand on the knob and opened the door. "Hi." Leon mumbled softly.

In that exact second of seeing her, he understood what Hunnigan meant. She was beautiful, not just the sex machine like she looked like in her cams. She was truly and honestly beautiful. He felt a dumb smile appeared on his face, "Hi..." Leon muttered again.

All of Leon's lustful thoughts just slowed down, when he saw how she smiled back, "Wow," Her fingers touched his blond hair, "It's so blond." She had no shame to touch him already. Leon chuckled weakly, "Yeah, it's really blond." He felt his heart beating fast, beating against his rib cage unable to calm himself down.

She carefully entered, her eyes widen in shock, "Wow," She laughed softly, "I didn't expect you to..." She looked at him. She had seen some of her viewers, it didn't make complete sense that Leon looked proper. But she didn't want to offend Leon. "To actual book a hotel this nice." Liked it or not, she felt awkward in a fancy room.

Leon laughed softly, "Ye-yeah..." He was completely shocked that this is the woman he looked through the screen. He was so sure of himself until this moment. Leon slowly approached her, "It... it took time." He mumbled softly.

He felt so light yet his soul felt heavy.

In ways, Leon didn't feel he can handle her. She sat down on the bed and looked up at Leon. He sat down awkwardly beside her, "Sorry," He attempted to swallow the lump in his throat, "I'm, I haven't done this." Her head nodded, her hand landed on his thigh, rubbing gently his tense thigh.

"I know," Her eyes were so kind, Leon leaned close, and she squeezed his thigh, "We'll take it easy." Their noses touched, the tips of the nose bumping weakly. Leon's eyes fluttered a bit, he couldn't properly speak for a second, but that didn't top your hands.

They went up and down his thigh, rubbing him and holding him tightly. Her hands rubbed his inner thighs and slowly made it to his bulge. Her finger traced it gently, "I don't wanna force you to think we need to have sex." She whispered in a breathy tone. Leon's hand cupped her cheek, "No, I wanna do it." He groaned weakly.

She cupped his bulge and slowly unbuttoned his jeans. "Swear?" She asked. Leon nodded his head, his legs slowly opened- just barely enough to make himself comfortable. Her finger rubbed his covered cock, "Such a good boy." Her fingers pulled out his cock. Despite her hands moving on their own, she looked at Leon's cheeks slowly red. Her thumb and her index caressed the tip, his needy hole was bubbling up the cum as the camgirl motivated his poor cock.

He growled weakly. Leon tilted his head back. Her fingers traced down the veins of his cock and gently held his balls. Rubbing them gently against her palm, "T-that's it." She leaned close to Leon and kissed his neck. Her tongue dragged up and licked his sweat that barely began to form. Leon whined softly, his free hand grabbed the sheets underneath him. Her hand carefully went up again played with his tip. Playfully pushing his cock around without an evil intention.

Leon opened his eyes and saw how she slowly got between his legs. Leon grabbed his cock and slowly lead his cock into her mouth. "C'mon," He growled softly, the tip rubbed against her cheeks and lips, "Please."

Her eyes shined brightly, her mouth slowly opened and his cock entered inside. Leon wanted to cum so desperately. He looked down and looked at her pretty face. Leon felt like a pathetic mess when he felt her slowly begin to bob her head back and forth. He groaned loudly trying to catch his breath, he laid on the bed completely. He trusted her completely with those small muffled moans.

She carefully put his entire length in her mouth. All of his pre-cum was trailing down into her throat, her fingers slowly pulled him out. Leon's back arched at the feeling, he cupped his face to avoid even louder noises. Leon was already embarrassed enough by his needy noises. All of the guilt of being a pervert came through. He looked down at his lap and looked at her.

His hand gently caressed her face.

Leon didn't know what else to do but look at her. Her eyes were different than in the livestream, she looked so fucking beautiful and he was using her only for sex? Leon attempted to sit up, but she slowly crawled to him. Her legs avoided to touch and press her knees against his thighs.

He wanted to say something, but he was too in awe with her beauty. His hands slowly cupped her right side of her face and pulled her close. "You," Leon finally mustered to say, "You are an angel." He kissed the corner of her lips and her jaw.

Leon heard a small noise escape her lips. He forced his feet against the bed and kicked himself and her closer to the comfort of the bed. "After this," He unbuttoned her jeans, his rough hands gently pushed down, "I'll buy the best meal a woman deserves." He kissed her neck as his hands did another thing. His hands grabbed her butt gently, and his hands were underneath her panties. He squeezed them gently before taking off her panties.

"I'll love you." Leon promised weakly. Now, he heard her gently growl with pleasure due to his fingers digging into her skin. Leon let go of her butt and held his cock gently around her hole. "I'll buy you a good house-" Leon was lost thinking in another world with her. He noticed how she shivered into his body, "I'll take care of you." He promised.

His hips slowly moved up and his tip barely was inside of her. She moaned softly against his neck, "Leon-"

Leon grabbed her hips tightly and forced his cock to slowly stretch her out. Her walls clenched around him, he nodded his head as he thrusted. His knees moved up to hold her better. With every thrust, she was moaning weakly, Leon gave her a small kiss over and over. "I, I know..." Leon grabbed her and threw gently into the bed without losing track of his thrusts. He lifted a bit of her legs to go deeper.

She squealed softly at the different position, his fingers found your clit and moved it fast and faster with every thrust. Her hands grabbed onto his arms and he went faster- the fastest he ever tried going for this situation. Her wall squeezed and squeezed his cock. Her noises were become more and more loud until her nails attempted to claw on his arms.

Leon groaned louder, "C'mon, I know you can." He whispered softly. She was making a mess with her wetness on the bed, his cock was making a mess on her butt and inner thighs. It was driving him insane. His fingers moved faster and faster on her her clit as his thrusts were sloppier by the second. He pulled out and all of his cum just spilled into her thighs and stomach. She began to whine softly, she wrapped her arms around his back.

Leon stayed frozen when the heat between them began to slowly disappear. Lust was gone and all that was left were two people. Leon rubbed her back gently and hugged her back. He kissed her temple, Leon held her tightly until she was relaxed.

She rubbed small circles in his arms in attempts to slowly begin to calm down. Leon kissed her temple again. "Hi." She whispered softly. Leon smiled weakly, his hands rubbed her shoulders. "Hi."

#resident evil #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #re6 leon

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bkgsdoll · 3 days

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thinking about bakugou with a wife who has “too many” pets..

a/n: original post was uploaded on @pettydollie 's account but i've moved it from there to here

just to be clear, you have 5 fur babies. two puppies, two kitties, and a bunny. your first puppy is a brown poodle named Lady like from lady and the tramp bc she kinda resembles her (except she’s much more poofy). second puppy is sprinkle, who's a little maltese. your cat Dolly is a persian white kitty who always has pink bows in her fur. she’s pretty sassy-- she probably gets it from her daddy. your second cat is a full bubba, a very sleepy baby. finally, you have a light brown bunny named mocha like the sanrio character.

all of your girls have cute pink bows on their fur and you decorate the house with polaroids of them

fyi, katsuki thinks your names for them are absurd and extremely silly, but secretly thinks they're cute.

this man will wake up in the morning with both of your puppies jumping all over your shared bed and you’re wide awake, laughing and playing with them. katsuki snarls and hides under the covers, trying to go back to sleep.

when you’re around the kids pets, he’ll pretend like he doesn’t have a favorite to show consideration. but he absolutely loves your oldest, bubba the cat. he’s just so sleepy and cuddly and soft! he brings katsuki the most joy. he’s very quiet compared to your other cat, dolly. katsuki likes to call her "her ma's spoiled little girl"

one day, the two of you are shopping at petco for the animals' necessities when you wander off and notice an adorable white and black bunny. your husband eventually finds you and he’s like “oh hell no” while shaking his head. “no more kids, you have enough.” he firmly states, folding his arms and pinching his brows. you fold your hands together with an overwhelming excitement. “but she’s sooo pretty!! plus mocha needs a friend, i don't want my angel to be all lonely!” you turn to face katsuki with pleading eyes, placing your hand on the cage for a dramatic effect. "pleasee kats..!"

he lets out a heavy sigh and gives in, walking away to find an employee. you clap your hands in joy and begin brainstorming a name

when you two get home, you’re excitedly holding your newest babie. at this point, your house is turning into your own personal zoo. you lightly skip to your bunny’s cage and show her who you’re holding while katsuki locks the door

so that leaves you two with 6 kids to raise

#bakugou <3 #bakugo #mha bakugo x reader #mha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugo x reader #bakugo fluff #bakugou fluff #katsuki bakugo #katsuki bakugou #katsuki bakugo x reader

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wafflefries13 · 2 days

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The Consequence of Late Night Calls

Summary: You've been friends with Katsuki for years, and you've always thought it's been just that - friends. But when you get a late-night call, it might just change things.

AN: Last repost! The original post got eaten by Tumblr. I'm still really proud of this one. I wrote it back when I was first starting to publish fanfic and I like how it turned out.

Warnings: College au, drinking, language

The call shocked you out of a deep but impromptu sleep. You jerked up from the noise, a page of lecture notes sticking to your check. It fluttered back to the desk covered in its own mess of loose leaf documents, used textbooks that cost more than a weekend trip to Disney World, and a laptop missing three of its letter keys.

You dragged your tongue against your teeth, trying to get rid of the cotton feel coating the inside of your mouth. Rubbing stars into your tired eyes, you wondered when exactly you had fallen asleep. Was it somewhere near memorizing the latin terminology for court rhetoric or around reading the case file and trial records you were going to be tested over on Monday? Deciding wondering was basically pointless, considering you had pretty much forgotten all of it anyway, you pawed blindly around for your phone.

“Hello?” You answered, eyes still closed, although it probably came out and more of a mumbled groan than anything else.

“(Y/NNNNNNNNN)!”

You pulled the phone away from your ear, wincing at the sudden loud noise. Blinking bleerally, you looked down at your phone. You had taken the caller ID picture a year ago, at a sorority Halloween party you barely remembered aside from the copious amounts of alcohol consumed followed by an ill-advised scavenger hunt that ended with a call to the police and the dean’s car somehow ending up in the agriculture department’s greenhouse crowded with Jack-O-lanterns. It was a profile shot of Bakugou Katsuki, his mouth opened in a mid-yell scowl, as was his standard expression, and eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. One hand extended to try and block the camera, the other clutching a brown bottle. He was wearing a fantasy barbarian king costume, chest bare to show off the taut muscles he worked so hard for all of high school to get. When he’d shown up in it, or, rather, when Kirishima had dragged him along in his own dragonborn costume, you couldn’t believe he still had it. You remembered sitting in your basement in 9th grade, pricking your fingers with a sewing needle as you and the rest of your newly formed D&D group, Bakugou and Kirishima included, spent way too much time and effort into creating your costumes.

Rubbing at the bridge of your nose in a vain attempt to chase away the headache you could already feel forming, you brought the phone back to your ear. You could hear the low thump of bass heavy music in the background.

“Hi, Suki,” You said, trying not to sound condescending, but it came out like that anyway.

“Hey!” He said sharply. The rest of his reply was slurred smooth. “I told you not to call me that.”

You smirked. “It’s cute.”

“It’s embarrassing! ‘M not cute.”

“No, you’re calling me at-” You pulled the phone away again to check the time. “Katsuki, it’s like two in the morning, what the hell?”

You heard someone shout something on the other side of the line that Katsuki mumbled a reply to. To you he said, “Was thinking about you.”

You felt yourself blush despite yourself. “You were thinking about me?”

There was a clunk and a bump. You could imagine him falling against a wall and sliding down to sit until the room stopped spinning. “Yeah. I don’t like it.”

You ignored the jab in your heart. “Well, thanks.”

“It keeps happening. I’ll just be, like, doing stuff, and then I just think, ‘What would (Y/N) think of that?’ ‘I wonder what (Y/N)’s doing right now.’ ‘(Y/N) would know what to do now. She’s so smart. And her hands look so soft. And her eyes are so pretty.’” He was quiet for a second. “It’s annoying. I can’t stop thinking about you. And it’s worse when you’re here.” There was a shuffling as you heard him try to stand up then give up again. “Why aren’t you here? I want you here.”

You were wide awake now. You clenched and unclenched your hand, trying to process the information your obviously drunk friend had just confessed. Your stomach churned in a mix of anticipation, anxiety, and straight up butterflies.

What the hell did all of that mean? Well, of course you knew what it meant, or you knew what it meant when spoken by a sober person of sound mind and body. But there was no way, you tried to rationalize, that The Bakugou Katsuki, the guy you’d known since freshman year of high school when he’d punched a guy who had flipped up your uniform skirt on the first day, the guy who had surprised just about everyone in home economics when he busted out a three tiered cake like it was no one’s business, the guy whos ego was big enough to have its own gravitational pull, was confessing his feelings to you in a drunk rant at two in the morning.

“Katsuki,” You said in a soft voice. “I-”

There was a retching sound from the other end of the line. Katsuki coughed, tried to say something, then threw up again. “Aw, fuck.”

That headache was back with avengence now. You sighed, looking for your keys. “Katsuki, where are you?”

“Uhh, on campus? At the Kappa Alpha Betta Whatever house. There’s a party. Why aren’t you here?”

“You know I hate all the Greek life bs. Stay where you are, okay? I’m coming to get you. You’re completely wasted.”

“‘M not. I can handle what I drink.” There was another pause before he wretched again.

“Did you just throw up again?”

“...No.”

“Cool. I’ll be there in ten.”

You didn’t wait for him to respond before hanging it. You didn’t think your heart could take it if he kept going on like he had been. Grabbing your keys and heading out of your crowded studio apartment, you hopped in your car to go save your drunk friend from making any other ill advised decisions that night.

You realized that you were probably over thinking the whole phone call as you drove through deserted streets. You couldn’t help it, it was a bad habit you had formed as a kid that now made you obsess over court documents and testimonies in class. But now, instead of helping, it was picking you apart. What did Katsuki’s tone imply when he was talking to you just now? Could you trust the tone of an inebriated person? What did he mean when he said he thought about you a lot? You’d known each other for years now, being involved in almost all the same activities. Wouldn’t it be natural to think about someone you spent so much time with? But you’d known Kirishima for just as long, not to mention the rest of the self-named “Baku-Squad.” You’d never gotten a late night drunk call from any of them. Heck, Katsuki had known Izuku way longer than he had known you, and you were pretty dang sure Katsuki had never called him going on and on about how he always thought about him.

Stopping at a red light, you pressed your forehead into the soft faux-leather of your steering wheel, willing your thoughts to calm down and just come to a rational conclusion already. Expect, you know, a rational conclusion that wasn’t that the guy you had carried a torch for for almost as long as you had known him might actually have feelings for you back.

You turned on to the street lined with sororities and fraternities across from the main campus. You had to slam on your breaks almost immediately to avoid running over a tipsy, giggling co-ed who was stumbling out into the road. She didn’t even look up at you.

You didn’t know exactly which house Katsuki was stranded at, considering you could see at least three different parties all going on at first glance. His “Kappa Alpha Betta Whatever” wasn’t very helpful, either, considering all the Greek letters adorning the houses blended together in your mind at some point. And you really didn’t want to tramp through a bunch of different houses tonight.

Thankfully, you were saved the trouble when you saw Kirishima’s 1969 Chevrolet Chevelle park half off the curb in front of one of the houses. You’d know that car anywhere. Kirishima had dragged your group to various scrap yards and auto-repair stores all summer after he got his license, the first of you all to do so, in an effort to fix up the worn down Chevelle that he’d bought for a hundred bucks and a turkey sandwich.

You parked on the other side of the street then jogged across to the house that was practically vibrating with heavy music and Greek life energy. Stepping over a semi-conscious frat boy laying in the doorway, you scanned around the house for any sign of Katsuki’s pomeranian-puff-ball hair.

You spotted Denki lounging on a couch, a lampshade on his head and a tangle of phone chargers clutched in his fist. His hand sparked every now and then as he used his quirk to recharge the collection of phones.

You lifted up the edge of the lampshade. “Hey there, Pikachu.”

“Heeeeeey~” He said, giving you a thumbs up. You could already tell he was too far gone, although you didn’t know if it was from drinking or the over use of his quirk.

“(Y/N)!” You heard a voice call behind you. A body fell heavily against your back. Sero wrapped his arms around you in a backwards hug. “Where you been? We missed you!”

“Studying. I’m boring, remember? I’m looking for Katsuki, you seen him around?”

Sero snickered. “Bakugou, huh? He’s been looking for you for a long time, right, Denki?”

“Heeeeeey~”

You swallowed hard. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

Sero snickered again, flopping on the couch next to Denki. “Can’t tell. Part of the bro code. And he said he’d kill me.”

“That does sound like Katsuki.”

Sero covered his eyes with his arm, head leaning back. With a wide smile, he waved his hand in the vague direction to the back door. “I think he’s out by the pool or something.”

You waved bye. “Thanks, I’ll go check it out. You guys take care of yourselves, okay?”

“Look at ‘em go,” Sero said to Denki as you left. “You think they’ll have a spring wedding?”

“Heeeeeey~”

*~~~~*

You managed to weave your way through the crowd of bodies clogging the house to finally spill out into the back yard. You had no idea how people were able to stay this energized this late into the night with this many other people around. You remembered once being stuck at another party, early on in your college days. When it became super clear you didn’t want to be there, overwhelmed by the noise, the crush of bodies, and the suffocation of social enterprise, Katsuki had dragged Kirishima over to you, planting him in front of you as your ‘extrovert shield.’ He’d stayed with you behind the boisterous redhead for the rest of the night.

You wondered if Katsuki remembered doing that, if he remembered any of the small nice gestures he did for you over the years. And now, with his call, with what Sero said, with your over analyzing brain, you were dissecting every interaction you could remember. Was the time he opened a door for you a signal? Was the reason he would ask to study with you for chemistry, when he was way better in practically every subject than you, just so he could be close to you? Were the times he had given you his jacket when you were cold meant to be a more intimate moment?

God, you were going to go crazy.

Walking around the pool, you finally spotted the hot-headed blond. He was sitting slouched over on the end of one of the reclining pool chairs, forearms braced on his knees. You almost called out to him, stopping cold when you saw the girl behind him. She had draped herself over his back, chin rested in the crook of his neck, one had massaging his shoulder, the other conspicuously sneaking under the hem of his shirt to rub circles on his abs.

You clenched and unclenched your hands, worry gnawing at you as a headache at the back of your skull. Had something changed between the time he had called you and now? Had there been nothing there to change at all? Had you been misreading this situation the whole time?

Katsuki looked up, his permanently affixed scowl even deeper. The second his jewel-red eyes met yours, you felt your heart skip a beat. He jumped to his feet so fast the girl behind him fell back against the chair. He tried marching over to you, which was made only slightly less intimidating by the drunk sway to his step.

You didn’t remember him being so tall. You’d just seen him this afternoon. There was a flushed blush across his face, adding a surprising softness. Were his arms always that strong looking? Were his eyes that piercing? Was his jaw that strong?

“You came,” He said, voice rough as whiskey soaking into gravel.

You spread your hands. “Well, you said my name three times, so, here I am!” You laughed nervously, trying to ignore how his gaze pinned you down.

He took another step towards you, hand reading up. “(Y/N), I-”

His cheeks turned from pink to green. Lurching to the side, he vomited into the pool. You tried to help him back up, hunched over and trying to catch his breath. The crowd of people around you groaned in disgust before rolling in to sarcastic applause. Katsuki flipped them off.

“Alright, Suki,” You said, rubbing his back. “Let’s get you back home.”

He grumbled, leaning his full weight against you. You almost stumbled and fell with the sudden shift of balance. Katsuki slid his arm around your waist, hand firmly grasping your hip, as if he was the one trying to prevent you from a drunken stumble. His fingers felt like fire through your clothes.

You decided to go around the house instead of trying to push your way through it. Soon you were making your way across the street. It took some maneuvering to unlock and open the passenger door. You practically dropped Katsuki in where his head fell back with a groan. You grabbed his seat belt and stretched across him to fasten it. It wasn’t until he started petting your hair that your realized your position of half-way laying across his lap. You jerked back, some of your hair getting caught in his fingers. He made a disappointed sound at the loss of it.

You slid back into the driver's seat, trembling hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. You had to take a few steadying breaths before you were ready to start the car. Pulling out of the neighborhood, you glanced over at Katsuki. His eye brows were furrowed, eyes closed, mouth pulled in a small frown.

God, he looked adorable.

You hit the break harder than you meant to at the light. Adorable? Where the hell did that thought come from? He’d probably be furious if he knew you ever thought that.

But…

You risked another look at him. When he let his face relax like this, you could see the slight chub that still clung to his cheeks. Another thing he would hate to know that you thought was how much you loved the softness that it leant him. It was cute.

Almost without your realizing it, you lifted your hand. You were overcome with the sudden urge to poke his cheek. A car horn blared behind you when your finger was less than an inch from his face. You let out an undignified squeak, hands slamming back to the wheel. Katsuki grumbled and turned in the seat, head resting against the window. You could feel the blush burning up your face.

A few minutes later, you pulled back to the apartment complex. You both lived in the same building, Katsuki directly below your own unit. And now you were overthinking his reason for not living on campus.

When you opened the passenger door, Katsuki almost fell out. You jerked forward to catch him then dragged him out. He half woke up, as feeble on his legs as a newborn horse.

You lugged him through the lobby. He was muttering under his breath, but most of the words you could make out were curses. Not unusual for him. You pressed the button for the elevator repeatedly. It just blinked back at you. You sighed in frustration. They had been doing maintenance on your building all week, but now might have been the absolute worst time to do the elevator.

You shook Katsuki’s shoulder a little bit. His head jostled like a bobble-head. “Suki, I’m gonna need your help here for a minute.”

His head lolled forward, forehead coming down to press to yours. In a quiet voice, he whispered, “I’d do anything for you.”

You shoved him upright, face burning. “Then walk up the damn stairs yourself!”

Despite that, you still ended up half-carrying him up four flights of stairs. You were uncomfortably sweaty when you reached the door to Katsuki’s apartment. The two of you had traded copies of your apartment keys when you had moved in. “In case something happens to your dumb ass and I need to come save you,” He had said. He would frequently stop by, usually when you were hours deep into an all-nighter. He’d bring his laptop and work on whatever 12 page essay way due on your bed while you poured over case reports. You’d sit in silence, just together, sharing the same space, content with nothing more than knowing the other was nearby. Or he’d bring you real food to make sure you weren’t just eating ramen all the time. In turn, you’d pull him out for game night with the squad, make sure he’d actually call his mother once in a while, and lend an ear to his semi-nightly rants on whoever he decided to hate that night.

You fumbled with the keys, jamming the key in the lock then pushing it open with your shoulder that wasn’t currently occupied by a half-asleep, full-drunk boy who had at least 50 pounds and ten inches on you.

There was always an expectation with the rooms of single college boys. Greasy pizza boxes, empty bottles of booze displayed like expensive decor, at least one poster of a half-naked girl somewhere, probably a basket of clothes that should have been washed weeks ago. And while you knew plenty of guys who fit that description, Katsuki defied expectation. His apartment was always immaculate. His shoes were lined neatly by the door, a calendar above his desk color-coded with assignment due dates, bed made. Katsuki may give off the persona of a punk, but you knew he was a straight-laced nerd through and through.

With the last of your strength, you lugged him across the room, dropping him on his bed. With a groan, you stretched your arms up until you heard a satisfying pop in your back. Hands on your hips, you watched as Katsuki moaned, burying his face in his pillow and pulling his feet up from the floor. You sat on the end of the bed, tugging his feet to you to unlace his shoes. You let them fall haphazardly to the floor, too tired to care about his level of neatness.

You grabbed a bucket from his hall closet, putting it next to the head of his bed for when he inevitably woke up vomiting in the morning. Checking his bathroom, you put a couple of painkillers and a glass of water on the nightstand with a post-it note saying “Drink Me.”

Brushing your hands off, you looked around and checked your work. Satisfied that he wouldn’t kill himself between now and when you would inevitably check on him in the morning, you decided it was finally time to head back upstairs and get some well deserved sleep.

But…

You turned back at the door. Katsuki was splayed like a starfish, gently snoring with his mouth wide open. You also noticed his blushing red fluffy cheeks.

You tapped the door knob a few times before sighing in surrender to temptation and turnin back. You knelt down next to the bed. For a moment, you just watched him sleep. He looked so peaceful now. You reached out. Your index finger sunk into his cheek like it was a marshmallow. You couldn’t believe you had never done this before. God, he really was adorable.

Your thoughts were abruptly cut off as Katsuki’s hand shot up and grabbed your wrist with an iron grip. With a shriek, you tried to scramble backwards. Katsuki lazily opened his eyes, not at all bothered by your struggles. With seemingly no effort on his part, he tugged you forward. Off balance, you fell into his chest. Katsuki wrapped his arms around you in a bear hug, slinging a leg over yours, trapping you on the bed.

“Katsuki!” You hissed. You squirmed in his hold, not getting any extra room. He just hummed, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. You were pretty sure your face was hot enough to start a fire. “Katsuki, let me go!”

“No,” He mumbled. His voice rumbled against your skin sending shivers through your whole body.

“Katsuki!”

“You can’t leave. If you leave, you won’t come back.”

You stopped struggling. “What are you talking about?”

He squeezed you tighter. “I’m loud. I get angry real easy. I fight a lot. And you…” He trailed off, his breath catching and rattling in his chest. “You’re so much better than me. You’re nice and smart and talented and pretty and caring and… and…” You could feel the hot tears landing on your skin. He was starting to shake. His grip had loosened enough for you to get out, but instead you brought your arms up and pulled him in closer. “If I let you go, you’ll see how much better you are than me. And you’ll leave. You’ll leave me because you’re better and you deserve so much better. But I’m a selfish bastard and I just want you for myself because I love you so damn much.”

Your heart dropped into your stomach. You wiggled your hand up, threading your hand into his hair and tilting his head to look up at you.

“I love you too,” You said softly. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

Katsuki crushed you to his chest, letting out another loud sob. You could feel hot tears pressing against your eyes. You had no idea Katsuki felt this way about anything; about you, about himself, about your relationship.

But one thing you knew for sure: You loved Bakugou Katsuki.

~~~

The first thing Katsuki noticed when he woke up was the head ache. His head felt like he had a railroad spike jammed through his temples. God, what did he do last night? There was the party at Kappa Alpha Betta Whatever house. It’d been fine for a while, hanging out with the guys, playing beer pong, winning some extra cash from freshman in poker (where did he put that money anyway?). And then…

And then someone had said your name. He’d heard it across the room, an amazing feat in and of itself, but his ears were trained for any news of you. He’d jerked up right when he heard it, missing his shot at the beer pong table. He gladly took his drink and went prowling through the house. Who had said your name? Were you here? Were you coming?

It might have been selfish, he knew how much you hated loud crowds, but damn it, he wanted you here. He remembered the last Greek life party you had been at. He’d lost you at some point between getting into an argument with that damn Deku and pulling Denki down from a keg stand. He’d finally found you huddled into some back corner, looking like a rabbit about to dart from a hungry fox (he wouldn’t mind being that fox, honestly, he could eat you right up.) You’d lost the color in your face, hands shaking as you clutched your red Solo cup almost hard enough for your nails to pierce the plastic.

He snatched Kirishima by his collar as he carved a path through the room. He planted the extroverted red-head in front of you, creating an extrovert shield between himself and the love of his life you. He’d spent the rest of the night talking to you. Nothing special, he couldn’t even really remember what about. But he did remember the relaxed slope of your shoulders, the spark in your eyes, the smile that played on your lips at whatever lame joke he had just made.

Back in the present (or last night, whatever), he was still stalking through the halls looking for whoever had mentioned you. He heard it again, the tail end of your name, coming from the living room.

“-(/N) never had it so good.” There he was, lounging along the bottom stairs with a smug look on his face as he regaled the small crowd he had attracted. Katsuki recognized him as one of those legacy kids, the one who showed up to the first day of orientation in a sleek black Bugatti and took up three parking spaces, talked in almost every one of his classes when he even bothered to show up, and was, without a doubt at every party on or off campus.

And now he was telling a story about you. What were you ever doing with an asshole like him?

“You would never guess it from how she dresses, you know,” The guy continued, lazily waving his half-empty beer bottle. “But she is stacked.”

Katsuki tensed up, his heart jumping into his throat. He pushed aside the crowd until he stood right in front of the bragger on the stairs. “What did you just say?” He asked through clenched teeth. “You're talking about (Y/N) (L/N), right?”

He lazily swept his gaze up, grinning wide when he saw Katsuki. “Yeah, (Y/N)? You know, she comes across as a frigid bitch, but let me tell you, she’s an incredible lay.” Katsuki’s vision went red. The crowd started to subtly shuffle away, feeling the cold change in atmosphere. “Not much besides that, honestly. Thank god her tits and ass are amazing, cause her face sure wasn’t doing it for me. Super boring, too, heard she’s failing her classes. Oh, well. Hey, I could use a side-piece when I’m running my own firm, you know?”

The asshole never saw it coming. In the span of a heart beat, Katsuki had grabbed his designer jacket and hoisted him off the stairs, pinning him to the wall so his feet kicked to try and reach the ground.

“You listen to me, asshole,” Katsuki hissed. “You never talk about (Y/N) again. You never look at her, you never talk to your shit-stain friends about her, you sure as fuck never tell another lie about her, or so help me, you’ll get to find out what color your liver is.”

Katsuki was half-way sure the jerk had pissed his pants. He dropped him in a heap, landing in the puddle of spilled beer on the floor. He brushed his hand off on his jeans, eager to get whatever germs the gossip had off him.

He was almost out of ear shot when he heard the rich kid spit and say, “Fine. She’s probably crawling with it if you’re dicking her down.”

The kid’s head made a dent in the wall as he richoched back from the impact of Katsuki’s punch. He would easily have a black eye and a broken nose, the chipped tooth would just be a bonus.

Katsuki’s head was fuzzy with rage, stalked through the house, bee-lining it to the nearest source of inebriation. How dare he? How fucking dare that absolute ass-wipe ever even think of saying such horrible things about you? He wasn’t even worth knowing your name, much less saying it. Not to mention the fact he must be blind to think you were anything less than stunning. Ever since he had known you, you had been nothing but kind and smart and caring and funny and…

“Baku-bro, you doing okay?”

Katsuki didn’t realize how tight he was holding his fists until he relaxed. His nails had made half-moon indents in his palms, his knuckles brushed red from the punch.

Kirishima had his mouth pulled down in that stupid puppy dog pout. “I’m fine,” Katsuki brushed him off. He grabbed a beer out of an iced cooler, twisting off the cap in a single motion and chugging half the bottle.

“Well, that’s good, cause I don’t think Tim Flood is making it out of here without a few stitches.”

“Good.” Katsuki finished the beer and chucked it into a recycle bin. He grabbed another and stalked out of the room. Everything felt too hot, too tight. His head was pounding. If you were here, you’d get a bag of ice and press it against his forehead. You’d probably call him an idiot for getting into another fight, that he needed to learn how to manage his temper better. He’d call you a dumbass but let you lead him away somewhere dark and quiet, away from all the other more insufferable dumbasses. You’d find some pain killers, get him some water, because that’s just the kind of caring person you were. Maybe you’d bring him upstairs, lead him to an unoccupied bedroom. The two of you would sit together on the bed, maybe just a little too close. You’d hand him the water, his hand would brush against yours. You’d look down, shy, blushing cutely. He’d lean forward, thread his hand through your incredibly soft hair, angle your face up to him. Your plush lips would part slightly and he’d lean forward and -

“Are you sure you’re good?” Kirishima asked, abruptly cutting off Katsuki’s impromptu fantasy. “Cause you don’t look so good.” Katsuki bit his tongue. “Is it because of what that guy said about (Y/N)?” Katsuki whipped around, glaring daggers. Kirishima smiled and put his hands up in mock surrender. “Hey, bro, it’s okay! No one believed him, anyway.”

Katsuki scoffed, taking a swig of the beer. “(Y/N)’s too good for him anyway.”

“I bet you think (Y/N)’s too good for everyone here, right?”

“The hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means you need to hurry up and tell (Y/N) you like her!” Sero shouted, jumping in out of nowhere.

Katsuki dropped his bottle, Kirishima catching it just in time, and grabbed Sero by the front of his shirt and lifted him up. Sero just grinned his stupid, wide grin.

“Come on, Katsuki,” Denki said, slinging an arm around Katsuki’s shoulders. “We all know you’ve had a thing for (Y/N) since high school. Why don’t you just put us all out of our misery and tell her already?!”

Katsuki felt his face heat up. “I don’t- I haven’t - Fuck you!” Katsuki couldn’t remember why he was friends with these three idiots as they all burst out into laughter.

He snatched his bottle back and pushed through the crowd. He needed some air. He heard Sero yell after him, “You have to tell her eventually!”

And… That was mostly it. Katsuki’s memories of last night sort of started to trail off after that. He knew that he drank, he drank a lot. At some point he ended up by the pool. And maybe he’d called someone? Oh, hell, he hoped he hadn’t called someone.

His eyes snapped open at the soft groan. There you were, just inches away from his face, fast asleep and tucked in his arms. You were pressed close, breasts pushing against his chest, legs tangled with his, one hand clutching his shirt. Your lips were parted ever so slightly, breathing heavy and even.

And you were so fucking close.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. His arms tightened around you and he tensed. How the hell did this happen? Did you actually come to the party last night? When, and why? What had called you down there-?

Oh. Oh, the call! He had called you last night? Some time in his drunken haze he must have figured out to bypass the timed lock he had put on it specifically to avoid calling people with a too-honest tongue. But had you…? Nervously, he looked down. He sighed in relief. You were both still dressed. At least that was one mistake he knew he hadn’t made.

Alright, that was one problem. Now, on to the next one: How was he going to get out of here without waking you up? Craning his head around, he checked out the room. Wait, this was his room. He was in his apartment! A picture of last night started to form in his mind. He’d called you, blabbering God knows what, and then you’d been a good person (why were you such a good person?) and had come to get him, to make sure he was okay. And then what? He’d somehow seduced you into his bed? No, it was more likely you had stayed to make sure he didn’t choke on his own vomit, maybe sat on the bed because it was the middle of the night and you were exhausted, and then… This.

Okay, okay, no, this was fine, he could fix this. He could slip out, let you keep sleeping. He’d make some breakfast in the kitchen and then you’d wake up, wander in rubbing the sleep from your eyes in that cute way you did when you pulled an all-nighter studying. He’d chastise you for lugging his drunk ass up here, for being out so late at night. You’d wave him off, compliment his cooking, tell him to take better care of himself, and then smile up at him with that blindingly beautiful smile and sparkling eyes.

“Morning.” Katsuki yelped at your greeting. He stared, wide-eyed, down at you, as you look back up at him lazily with those sparkling eyes. “It’s kinda hard to breathe here.” He realized then just how tight he was holding you. He jerked backward, his shout of surprise cut off as he fell off the bed. He rubbed his sore hip, looking up when he heard your giggle. You were leaning over the bed, smiling shyly when he caught you staring.

He gulped hard, feeling his face burning up. “Hi.”

You tucked a loose threat of hair behind your ear. “Hi.”

He should say something. He needed to say something. God, why wasn’t he saying something?

“I-“ Katsuki stopped with an incomplete thought in his mouth. He suddenly felt uncomfortably hot, his stomach clenching and throat going dry. Your face dropped as you lunged forward, dragging a bucket in front of him (where did that even come from?). He surged forward, clenching the sides of the bucket in a white knuckled grip, and threw up.

You slid off the bed and knelt next to him. You rubbed small circles in his back, whispering small comforts as he coughed up bile and alcohol and who knows what else. You reached over behind him and grabbed a glass of water from his nightstand.

“Here,” You said. “Rinse and spit. Don’t swallow or gargle, it’ll just mess with your gag reflex.” Rubbing the spike of pain growing in his forehead, he did what you said. When he caught his breath, he accepted the pain killers you had and dry swallowed them. You really had prepared for everything, huh?

Katsuki shoved the bucket away with his foot, leaning back against the bed. “Fuck…”

You hummed in response and scooted to sit next to him. “So,” You said.

“So,” He said back.

“I don’t suppose you remember much from last night?”

He clenched his jaw, mouth going dryer than it already was, if that was possible. He tried to laugh, but it sounded forced and strained, even to him. “Hey, we’re both still wearing pants, right?” You didn’t laugh back.

“So that’s a no then?” The seriousness with which you said that made him pause.

“I, uh, think I called you?”

“MmHmm. You didn’t sound too great, so I came to pull you out.”

“Huh. Thanks for that.”

“Yup.” You paused for a second. “Do you remember… anything else you said?”

Fuck.

“Uhh, I owe you breakfast?”

You looked away. “Is there anything you maybe told Sero that you wouldn’t want him to tell me?”

Double fuck.

“If this is about Halloween last year, Mina was the one who brought the Ouija board.” He smirked at you, waiting for you to laugh with him. Instead you didn’t even look up, staring a hole in the carpet with the intensity of your gaze.

You let out a sigh through your nose, pushing off your knees to stand. “I’m gonna head out,” You said, rubbing the back of your head and still not looking at him.

Katsuki jumped up, immediately regretting as his head began swimming. “(Y/N), wait-“ He cut himself off with another surge of nausea and lurched towards the bucket.

“Katsuki,” You said, sounding frustrated. “Look, I…” You sighed, running a hand through your hair and turning back to him. “We’ve known each other for a long time now, right? And for all the time I’ve known you, you’ve been stubborn and pig-headed and aggressive and just, you know, you. But still, in all that time, despite everything, I still…” You pressed your lips, looking for the right words. “I’m happy when I’m around you, Katsuki. I feel at ease, I feel protected, I feel like I can be better at anything. And I’ve thought about this a lot, so much that it makes my head spin and my heart hurt, but through all the trouble I still think it’s worth it. Because at the end of the day it means I still get to be with you and sometimes I just feel like that’s enough, but now I…” Your lip was trembling, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes. Katsuki wanted nothing more than to take a big step forward and wrap you in the biggest, tightest hug of your life. Finally, you sighed in defeat. “But if you can’t say it, if the One and Only Katsuki Bakugou can’t say it, then how the hell can I?”

Your voice broke on the last word. Katsuki was so stunned and suddenly pinned with guilt that he couldn’t move when you spun on your heels and rushed out of his apartment.

Oh, fuck.

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“Idiot,” You murmured to yourself as you fled up the apartment stairs, furiously wiping at your eyes to get rid of the oncoming tears. “Idiot, idiot, idiot.” By the time you reached your apartment and slammed the door behind you, you weren’t sure if you were talking about Katsuki or yourself.

You felt sick. Anxiety gnawed at your mind like a starving coyote. Had you really just confessed your feelings to Katsuki? Had you really just confessed your feelings to Katsuki like that? Would he ever speak to you again? Would things just become too awkward that you’d be edged out of your friend group? They had known Katsuki much longer than they had known you, after all. God, what if he was calling Kirishima right now and telling him about the disaster of a morning, after you had taken advantage of his blitz out state and slept in the same bed with him?

Well, no. Kirishima was probably still knocked out from his own night of heavy imbibing. Not to mention that even he, the most kind-hearted and patient person you knew, would have to draw a line at listening to Katsuki rant while dealing with a massive hangover.

And no, Katsuki wouldn’t do that to you. Despite his rough deminor, his abrasive personality, and his profane tongue, Katsuki was actually a sweetheart deep down. Maybe really deep down, but still. He wouldn’t be so intentionally cruel, even if you told him that you shared all of his baby pictures of him playing in his All Might onesie online.

So then why were you still huddled on a heap on the floor, back pressed against the front door, crying? Why was this pit of loneliness blooming in your chest?

You yelped at the sudden banging on the door. Who could be here so early in the morning? You had paid rent this month, right? You sniffed, rubbing your eyes and smoothing out your clothes. You hoped your cheeks weren’t the blotchy red they got whenever you were upset. You took a deep breath to steady your voice for whoever was outside.

Opening the door, you looked up at a wide-eyed Katsuki, panting hard with determination set on his face. You groaned internally.

“Katsuki,” You began,” About what I said, I’m sorr-”

Without waiting for you to finish, Katsuki surged forward. You tried to take a step backward, almost falling, but he caught you, a strong grip on your shoulders. Without waiting for you to get your bearings, Katsuki leaned in, smashing his lips against yours.

It wasn’t a graceful kiss, all clashing teeth and urgency rather than romance. His eyes were screwed closed. He stayed pressed against you, not moving, grip so tight on your upper arms you thought there might be a mark later.

Just as suddenly as he had come forward, he jerked back, but kept his hold on you. You both breathed heavily, eyes locked. Your mind whirled, a hundred voices shouting at the same time. For once, you decided to ignore them and let your body do what it wanted.

You reached up, wrapping your arms around Katsuki’s neck and pulled him back in. This kiss was controlled, soft and sweet. His hands dropped from your shoulders to wrap around your waist. He pressed in harder, adding desperation in the kiss, as if he thought you would vanish any second. When you both pulled away this time, he leaned his forehead against yours, noses bumping into each other, sharing the same breath.

His voice was rough. “Sorry,” He said. “I had to brush my teeth first.”

#bnha #my hero academia #my hero academia x reader #bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugou x reader #reader insert #fanfic #bakugo x reader #wafflefriesfic

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elliotsblunt · 1 day

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Girl in New York | FINAL PART

pairings - art donaldson/reader | challengers au!

"__"= Y/N

masterlist | last chapter

sypnosis - Art gives you an ultimatum.

warnings - none, angst

authors note — this is the last part!!! i hope everyone enjoyed this short fic. it was a fun journey to write a complex character such as this one. enjoy the last chapter and stay tuned for my other works in the future! (NOT PROOFREAD)

word count - 1.5k

You didn’t get to see your friend June before her game, so you took a seat in the front row and anxiously waited for her match. It hadn’t been your first time at a tennis event, and you very much enjoyed the sport. But the only reason you felt a strain of dread building within you was because of who else was playing today. But you tried your best not to think about it—you were sure Art had already played. Well….

…..you had hoped.

It was considerably sunny outside. The sun shined without mercy onto your slightly damp skin. Sunglasses perched on your nose, you took a sip of water to cool your nerves and throat.

And then a voice ran throughout the court on a microphone announcing the first set. A very thin man who was so pale you he was translucent walked into view. He must’ve been the one to go against your friend. You didn’t like to judge books by their covers, but considering he tripped while walking onto the court—you didn’t worry to much for June.

Speaking of her, she made her way onto her side of the court, wearing a cute lavender two-piece skirt set. You noted to ask her where she got it from before the game started. Her eyes briefly swelled the crowd before landing on you. You held your hand up and smile, in which she returned the gesture before beginning the game.

Her strokes were exquisite. You had suddenly remembered how talented she truly was. Apparently teaching academies for professional Tennis teams reach out to her to train the newbies—and that Puma uses her as one of their sponsors.

It was a quick game. After about thirty minutes, you had assumed correctly. She didn’t only beat him, but kicked his ass.

It was now the next set’s turn. June jogged off the court, smile beaming, as she wiped her sweaty sunkissed skin with her own white tiny towel. “Oh my god, _ _!” She pulls you into a sudden hug as you stand up. “I’m soooooo glad you made it. There’s this guy I wanted you to meet. He’s like, god level. I think he’s playing right now.”

You laugh, wind blowing your hair out your face. “I’d love to—but I doubt he’s better than you. I mean…you totally killed it out there for sure.”

June had pretty brown eyes, almost as if she was a bunny or baby deer. Very soft and youthful looking. She was really popular with the guys when you two trained together, even the instructor himself. You wouldn’t doubt the guy you’re about to watch flirted with her already. At your compliment, she grabbed your hands whilst her smile grew even bigger if possible. “I’ve missed you so much. We should def hang together more often! Once again, you don’t understand how much it means to me that you came.”

You smiled at June before the match begun. The announcer had already introduced the players whilst June and you were talking—so when your eyes fell upon a certain blonde…

…..you didn’t know if you could do it anymore.

It was him. The person June had personally wanted you to meet—who was amazing at Tennis. It was Art.

“I’m sorry.”

Your hearing was muffled, as the blonde boy walked solemnly onto the court. Your fists balled at your sides, standing up onto your feet, June looking up at you with a confused expression. It seemed impossible to look at him for another second—so as you tore your eyes away from him, Art spotted you in the crowd since you were stationed close to the front.

Before turning to walk away, you glanced at him again. His eyes were already trained onto you, his lips slightly parting as the wind kissed his hairs. Your throat grew dry. Why did you feel so betrayed? Damn him. He was a parasite that had burrowed into your brain, and had completely taken over your senses and thoughts.

He felt so far.

So far.

You couldn’t believe he had bad mouthed you.

You turned to walk away, muttering to June you were going to the bathroom. But in reality—you were going to go home and end up calling her telling her you threw up or something. You don’t know, all you knew is that you had to get away from there. From that stupid building with that stupid fucking man.

As you’re about to exit the hallway, and make it to the front entrance, a hand wraps around you and yanks you back. You gasp, hitting a rough chest, locking eyes with the devil himself. Shock hit you like a freight chain. “Art…you’re supposed to be playing.”

Subtly glancing down at his hands, you noticed bloody nail marks indented into his palms. Something twitched in your heart as Art released a shaky breath. Dropping your wrist, his chest heaves. “I’m sorry, _ _. I’m sorry for being a fucking idiot. You’re more….important than a match. Please just—meet me at our place tonight. If you wanna give us a chance…and if you don’t…then I’ll get the hint.”

His words were frantic and incredibly vulnerable. He looked completely hopeless. Biting on his lip, he watched as you gulped before slowly nodding. His nostrils flared before you turned around and walking away, Art’s words sinking into your brain.

“You’re more important than a match.”

It was growing closer to nightfall. You sat by your window in your bedroom, blowing another life of your cigarette out the window.

June hadn’t been mad about you taking off. She said she understood and actually wanted to get together soon again. You agreed with the idea and thankfully saved your friendship. But as bad as it sounds, you didn’t even fret about the situation with June today. Your mind was consumed about Art’s offer.

“If you wanna give us a chance…”

Didn’t he have a girlfriend?

Did they break up?

Did Art…break up with Tiffany…for you?

Because of the things she said?

Your heat pounded in your chest. Deciding to call up Pat, you dialed his number before hearing the line ring. In a few moments, it picked up. “Hey bitch. Bad time—I’m eating toaster strudels right now.”

He earned an irritated eye roll from you. But he couldn’t see it, so instead, you scoffed. “Food over your cousin? Fat ass. And no…I need advice.”

You heard him laugh on the other line, snickering before random shit cluttered on the other line. It sounded like he was re-adjusting before his voice popped out again.

“Okay okay. What happened?”

Jesus. What didn’t happen?

You picked at your nails anxiously. “There’s this guy I’ve been hooking up with—“

“Art? Oh—honey that’s old news.”

Your eyes bulged, “What? How?”

“Because he basically drooled whenever he looked at you. I also caught him getting hard and checking out your ass literally every thirty minutes.”

Your face twisted, the sound of it being nice but not from your cousin. “Gross. But yeah…he asked me to meetup with him tonight.”

“What about Tiffany?”

You shrugged, but realized he couldn’t see you.

“I dunno. He didn’t mention her.”

He hummed on the other side. “I think you should do what feels right. If you like him, then yeah.”

It was odd. When he mentioned you liking him, you didn’t shudder in disgust as usual. Instead, something warmed up in your chest and made your cheeks bloom.

“And if you ask me, I think you do. But I know you don’t do relationships so.”

And then you make a decision. Just from that sentence.

“Pat. I gotta go. Thanks. Love you.”

“Loveuwyou.” His voice was muffled, sounding like he had been chewing. The phone line clicked as you hurriedly grabbed your keys and leave your house. It was peculiar how excited you were, hastening your pace and already on your way to the tennis court.

The night was calm. Clouds were clear from sight, the full moon shining brightly in the dark sky. Your fingertips drummed on your steering wheel as you made sharp left and right turns, humming lightly to the random tune on the radio. Your mind flashed with images of the first time Art and you had kissed. It was when it had been raining, the image of him soaked with wet hair covering his eyes making your throat hitch.

And as if on cue, drops began to hit the surface of your windshield. A shocked laugh escapes you, shaking your head. You hoped he showed up.

Slamming your car door shut, only wearing some sweats and a long sleeve. Your hair instantly got drenched as rain soaked the strands on your head. It felt as if cold needles kissed your flesh. Wiping the water away from your eyes, you jogged to the spot.

"I hate how you make me feel. You're like a parasite for fucks sake-“

"Fucking dreamed about this," he groaned, watching you cry out as his teeth pierce the flesh of your nipple. Something flashed in his eyes at the sound-grabbing your throat with his hand and looking you dead in the eyes.

"Get in the fucking backseat now."

"Art-"

"Fucking mine," he growled out, your other hand gripping onto his chest. His hips stuttered as you began to twist your wrist towards tip of his cock.

His words were a fire in your brain, and with every gas filled thought, it continued to cascade as you grew closer to him. You weren’t cold at all, the adrenaline keeping you warm as you finally make it. As you walked up, you saw him….

….standing there under the rain…..

….looking at you.

You did something that shocked the both of you.

You smiled.

THE END .

#art donaldson blurbs #art donaldson imagines #art donaldson smut #art donaldson #smut #patrick zweig challengers #challengers fic #challengers smut #challengers fanfic #challengers #mike faist fic #mike faist fanfic #mike faist imagines #mike faist smut #mike faist imagine #mike faist

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wrathofrats · 2 days

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(Note it’s 3am I’m jumbled) As per your tags he’s so pretty and so perfect dressed as a cute maid and Zephyr would probably be wild about that alone coupled with being so possessive. And I think it may be ✨neat✨ if Ifrit played along and acted really shy, no there’s not a filthy thought in his mind about the whole ordeal. He’s just their good girl, oh so helpful and good at her job but she just sits on their lap and Zephyr gets really wild about it and gets a corruption kink over it.

RAH I see the vision

I’m glad we are considering fucked up zephyr because no one ever lets them be really fucked up and weird???

But I think ifrit does it just to tease them. Acts like he has no clue what he’s doing, he’s just trying to clean!! God, and if he calls himself their good girl? Zephyrs going to explode.

Beckons him over to stand so proudly in front of them, just a little shy, keeps trying to pull down his skirt and god Zeph can see his fucking bulge even going he’s soft.

“God- do you know how sinful you look in this thing?” Zephyr rubs their hands over his hips, subtly lifting his skirt just to try and get a peek at those pretty panties while ifrit just pulls the flimsy fabric down again

“Just want to clean for you, trying to be a good girl”

And zephyr easily pulls him into their lap, while ifrit gasps and braces himself on their shoulders

“Wanna be good for me? Wanna flip up that skirt and show me how pretty you are?”

And ifrit protests because, he’s not supposed to do that! He’s trying to work! Would be unprofessional of him to act like such a slut. And ifrit is blushing so hard, trying to pull the fabric in a way that makes him look semi decent while zephyr eyes him like a piece of meat.

“Good girls do what their owners say don’t they? And you’re my good girl aren’t you?”

While zeph continues to try and take the stupid little dress off of him, only makes it worse how fucking shy ifrit acts about the whole thing, makes Zeph feel fucking filthy, like a pervert for trying to cop a feel of his sweet little maid. Especially when ifrit starts to get hard and whiny, like he might actually enjoy being treated like this when he’s really not supposed to ):

#cw corruption #corruption kink #forcefem #cw feminization #heyyyy #ifrit ghoul #zephyr ghoul

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this idea came to me at like three in the morning and it was making me sad bc it still felt pretty angsty but it's starting to turn a leaf and i'm a little giddy over it 🥹

You’re gonna make a really great dad one of these days. As she watches Tim make playful faces at the elated baby bouncing on his lap she’s reminded of how that statement remains so. Watching him with Angela and Wesley’s youngest is only the latest example of this; she used to love watching these different interactions, from building forts with his nephews in the middle of the living room when they’d sleep over to giving Lila his undivided attention and asking questions as she walked the group through the science project she got first place in to reading Jack a bedtime story — silly voices and all — when they’d babysit for Angela and Wesley during date night. Despite everything, her conviction in that belief has never changed, perhaps only reinforced as she now watches him with Emmy; she has absolutely no doubt that one day he’ll make an amazing dad. A soft smile tugs on her lips at the thought though short lived because she suddenly sees it again. Their kids. It’s a fleeting moment that’s gone as quickly as it appeared but for the first time in months she’s reminded of the future she once saw for herself — and how much she still wants it, how much she still wishes to call him the father of her children someday ... which is absolutely terrifying. It’s not necessarily surprising, it’s not like she ever once stopped loving him, but she did stop trusting him. Even as they’ve slowly found their footing again, as they’ve started to rebuilt the foundation that crumbled beneath them, there’s certain things she needs more time with. She might trust him with her life again but not quite with her heart. She draws a deep breath, lost in her own thoughts but unable to explore them further as a voice brings her back to the present. “You’re staring, Lucy.” Huh? She’s about to question what was just said when her mind catches up but she’s not quick enough to respond before Angela continues. “I know my child’s cute but that’s not why you’re staring, is it?” she quips with a quirked brow.

#the rookie #chenford #fic preview

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littleheartsong · 12 hours

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Laios x fem or gn reader where she also enjoys monsters but she also enjoys animals (in the mentally ill way). Which leads to them always chatting about them, like chilchuck will be walking by and he'll hear that female hyenas have a penis. He just walks away thinking "what in the fucking fuck was that!?" I imagine they would also stay up late talking about monsters. :D

(↑The big little man learning that information)

i too am mentally ill about animals i could talk about biology for literal hours

laios/gn reader content: fluff. autism-to-autism conversation warnings: casual conversation about killing animals+monsters. mentions of animal genitalia. pretty normal!

"So... what's your favourite monster?"

The sudden question prompted Laios to look up from the delicious aroma of simmering kelpie, probably the one thing to take his attention away from food, while both Chilchuck and Marcille grimaced at what you'd just unleashed.

"My favourite monster?" Laios ponders the question as you nod in confirmation, "Well, Basilisks are pretty cool since they have two heads, though it's thought that the snake head is the actual head."

"Really?"

"Yeah! Since it's cut in half, the snake head lives longer." His smile widens at your interest.

"I wonder what would happen if you cut a two-headed animal in half. Would one head live longer or would they both die at the same time?" You wonder while tilting your head.

Laios thinks about that for a second; it's a pretty good question! He's only seen two-headed calves in his village, and they didn't live long after birth.

"I think it depends on where it's cut since two-headed animals aren't supposed to have two heads and Basilisks are born that way," he concludes with a nod to cement his statement.

"That makes sense! It probably depends on the animal too; it would be harder for a larger animal like a calf to live longer than something smaller; like a snake," you say.

It appears Marcille has since lost her appetite and absconded from the area to avoid any more of this conversation and tucked into her bedroll, praying to whatever spirits can hear her you will stop soon. Chilchuck is more morbidly fascinated by what you two are talking about. He didn't even know animals could have two heads, and he hopes he never encounters one. Two-headed monsters are enough for him.

"No one can seem t' decide where th' 'ead begins n' ends," Senshi chimes in while preparing dinner.

"So are Basilisks your favourite then?" you ask Laios.

"Huh? Oh!" Laios perks up, reminded of the original question, "They're cool, but not my favourite," He taps his finger to his chin, once again in thought, "I'd have to say Wargs are my favourite,"

You smile at that." Wargs are so cute! They remind me of hyenas or bears, with their big, boxy heads and bulky bodies.

Laios is stunned for a moment; never in his whole life has he heard someone describe Wargs as 'cute'. He'd sooner describe them as 'cool' or 'ferocious'; does that mean you think bears and hyenas are cute too? He could understand bears. They look fluffy, though they also have those big claws. What other things do you think are cute?

"Yeah, they kind of are; they remind me a bit of my dogs back at my village," he says. "They also have really soft fur,"

"Wow! I wanna pet a Warg!" You clap your hands together in delight. "It'd probably bite my hand off, but it'd be worth it."

Warm laughter falls out of Laios' mouth before he can catch it. "Maybe we can find one and pet it together sometime."

Your face breaks into a grin as you sit closer to Laios. "Sounds like a plan! Hey, maybe they're really social, like hyenas."

Laios has to clear his throat, so anything he wants to say doesn't get stuck in there, as a flush rushes to his face. "I don't know that much about hyenas... I've only seen pictures."

That moment is when you really light up. "Oh! They're so cool! Especially spotted hyenas; they're the biggest ones, and they're also called bone-crushing hyenas since can break bones with their bites," and off you go.

"The females are larger than the males, and it's a matriarchal society too! So even the lowest-ranking female is still higher-ranked than the male. Even their penises are bigger!"

Laios watches you share this information with wide, wondrous eyes. "Wait, their penises?"

"Oh, well, it's not a real penis," you correct yourself. "It's just the clitoris enlarged, but it pretty much acts like a real penis. They mate with it, pee through it, and even give birth with it!"

A pause

"... How does that work?" Laios asks.

"Well-

At that point, Chilchuck silently excuses himself to his own bedroll. He doesn't need to know the details. Birth is excruciating enough as is, but with a- no. No. He shakes his head to get rid of the terrible thought.

Senshi seems interested in listening, though.

#laios x reader #laios touden x reader #dungeon meshi x reader #spellcheck keeps telling me to use american english sorry im not american...... looks away

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RAW REACTIONS TO JWCT

Spoilers below the cut, and warning it's long. My thoughts are all over the place rn so you'll get more organized posts tomorrow

Ep. 1

“Just the one.” FML

Darius you’re such a funny little guy

“I’m not talking about the island I’m talking about what happened after.” AHHHHHHH. The way this line was delivered and animated.

The family photos on the wall feel so symbolic.

It’s sad how Darius has to go through this process of grief again.

What’s Brand doing to get himself into trouble?

*soft music plays* “And here with me live are the improbable survivors of the Jurassic World incident, the Nublar Six” CAN YOU HEAR ME FUCKING SOBBING.

Ben scrunched over that little compute please I can’t 😭

What’s especially sad about Darius’ grief is that he’s not just sad and depressed as if he’s accepted her death, it’s that he pushed himself into a sort of state of almost denial where he’s still calling her and stuff.

These raptors are freaky

1st episode over yayyyy

Ep. 2

Not the keys Darius

The tensionnn

Ben and his driving skills

Ben’s poor van

Ben still being the well prepared man he is

Ben…I’m concerned what is that board you have going on there

Why are these grown ass men living such horrible lives? Eating canned cheese out of a dirty mug? A spoon in a boot that makes sloshing noise?

Ben back at it w the shaving cream/ whipped cream.

Darius is so unconvinced

BEN throwing Darius phone out like it was nothing plssss and his reaction

BROOKLYNN I MISS YOU

She’s so pretty though

Very ominous great way to emphasize Ben’s paranoia

These poor traumatized kids

“Is your friend okay?” “No.” PLSS I’m glad he knows it

THE FUCKING FORESHADOWING

OH THE SUSPENSE

Ep. 3

Sammy’s ranch is so cuteeee

SAMMY MI AMOR THEIR REUNION IS JUST SO PRECIOUS

The locs thing omg

“Have you seen my pitchfork” she asks casually as if she’s a witch hunter during the Salem witch trials

What do you mean Sammy isn’t talking to her parents

Their reunion is soooo cute

Sammy you are a queen and I love you.

FUCK YOU CARL

I forgot we were in Texas lmao

OH MY FUCKING GOD IT’S SAMMY SEEING BROOKLYNN FOR ME 😭 now it’s definitely for sure that Sammy died her hair in honor of B. Brooklynn’s jacket 😭

SAMMY 😭😭😭 “or Yaz pulling away from me”

FUCK OH MY GOD CARLS DEAD

Got me ugly crying

Ep. 4

Darius’ humor is immaculate

Everybody’s calling Ben by his full name and I love it

WHAT? GIRLFRIEND??

Nooo the brothers are fighting

Kenji has… downgraded

Oop- no the money loss

Sammy that kick was awesome marry me plz wait no u have Yaz marry her and then marry me

I knew they were fighting but god damn he rlly just shut the door or Darius like that

Kenji I love you dude but take this seriously

Ooh the tension

Ouch, brooklynns death

Double ouch, Kenji blames Darius. Of course

OH MY GOD HE’S OUT OF PRISON

“Once you lose my trust, you lose it. Forever.” Damn. Hang on let me go check off Kenji and his daddy issues off my bingo card rq

The girlies aren’t in a good place 😭😭 “why did she say something?” Plssss

I love how Sammy car jacked Ben by tickling him for his keys

Them abandoning Darius with Kenji 💀

I love the rock climbing scene

“where were you the night Brooklynn died?” Oop- we’re doing up this now?

OH!? oh

Awww fuckkkkkk 😭

That’s another mark on my card

YAY BROOKENJI IS OVER

but also damn… poor Kenji

“Wait how do I get back down?” You’re so real Darius

Aww bumpy noooo

Ep. 5

DANG THAT COMPY GOT SWEPT UP

“Hey that song kinda reminds me of that” *turns music off* oh

“Not taking family advice from a kid who hasn’t called his own mother in over a month.” OH. WERE YOU SILENT OR WERE YOU SILENCED. THE BOYS ARE TAKING SHOTS AT EACH OTHER

YASAMMY

“Oh yeah, Darius warned me. LMFAO

Ohh she told you Benjamin. No more carob.

The gyrosphereeeee

Oh fuck this guy whoever you are.

“Free the Dino’s.” YESSSSSSSS

I had a feeling we’d see kenjis dad

“Did you have Brooklynn killed?” Oh going in hot ig

Oh shit- DAMN BEN AFTER ALL THIS TIME

OK, I feel bad for Sammy because even after all of these years, she makes one mistake by spying for mantah corp and people still kind of hold it over her head, even her best friends. that must suck

Ooh the tension

“Don’t do the Japanese thing. You know I don’t speak it.” Ooh we’re bringing the culture too! JW ain’t playing

Oh shit-

YOU DONT MANIPULATE MY SON ANYMORE OH SHITTTTTT

AHHH SAMMMYYYYYYYY

I love how Ben and Sammy take down a Dino abuser just as a little side quest

Aww they’re so cute OH MY GOD WTF HE’S THE “WEVE GOT A PROBLEM DUDE”???

Poor kenji THATS RIGHT YOU STAND UP TO HIM KENJI FUCK YOU DANIEL

“Im not afraid to get my hands dirty” oh shit-

OH FUCK CAN THEY CAMOUFLAGE??

OHH SHIT

WHO TF IS THAT SHE LOOK LIKE A FUCKING DOLL I WANT MY MOM HELP

FUCK OH MY GOD FUCK WHAT THE HELL

POOR KENJI

THAT CANT BE A FUCKING REAL PERSON

WHO TF IS THAT IN THE CAR??

AWWWWWWWW FUCK KENJI IM SO SORRY

Ep.6

YAZ MY SWEET GIRLY HIIII AWW POOR GIRLY DAMN NOT EVEN A FULL MINUTE IN AND WERE ALREADY BRUNGING IN THE TRAUMA

she’s so pretty thoughhhh

Aww brooklynnn

AWW THE BABY TALK

Aww the trauma poor baby I just wanna give her a hug

“Any particular reason I’m here and not Sammy?” Ooohh

Awwwww

Yaz I love you. You’re so pretty, and cool, and just a bunch of good things

OH MU GOD THAT PIC OF THEM IS SO CUTE

Are you gonna answer the phone Yaz?

YAYYYY SHE PICKED UP

MY GIRLIES I LOVE THEM

“Wait you’re coming here?” You can hear the panic in her voice.

IM SO GLAD TO SEE YOU YAZ

Yaz is definitely suspicious.

AHHH THEY SAID THE L WORD

I love this episode already

It’s so amazing that they’re actually addressing their mental health. I don’t think I’ve ever heard children’s shows say the words traumatizing and ptsd.

Oop. So this is where you live Yaz?

Awwwwww she’s waiting for them AWWWWWWWWWWWW (MORE LIKE A SHRILL SHRIEK) THEYRE REUNITED

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH IM CRYING

Awww I love Ben and Yazs friendship so much

Ooh time to drop the news

This place is so pretty and nice and Yaz genuinely seems to be happy. Also she knows people :)

“Benny Boy.” Aww

Sammy is not enjoying this place lmao

“You’re favorite.” Oop-

UH OH IM SCARED I DONT WANT TO SEE THEM FIGHT I THOUGHT I WAS READY BUT I DONT KNOW

WE GIT THE SCENE

BEN GET YIUR GOOFY ASS OFF THE GROUND

IM SCAREDDDDD

Oh shit

AHHHHH

OH FUCK FUCK I DONT WANT TO SEE THEM AGRUE DIDNT WE HAVE ENOUGH OF THAT IN CAMP CRETACEOUS

I love that Sammy is trying to protect Yaz but she is taking it a little too far. Ben is me, I can’t see I’m blinddddd blinddddd blindddd

But also Yaz you didn’t keep in contact??

Oh shit Yaz has a point though *shrieking*

Not the fucking time Ben

I take it back this isn’t my favorite episode I don’t love this episode

Ben struggling to give advice plssss. I love you dude

I love Yaz and Ben’s friendship so much though

“When me and my girlfriend—“ the swoop up, like right Yaz. “I’m sorry girlfriend?” Right. That’s what we’re all wondering

“Why does everyone act so surprised when I say that?” BECAUSE YOU’RE GAY??

OH FUCK OH FUCK PEOPLE ARE DYING OH FUCK RICH DIED

I DONT KNOW WHO HE IS BUT HE IS DEWD. EATEN. GONE OH SHIT POOR YAZ

aww poor Sammy I just thinks Yaz needs some great room.

Sammy was definitely abt to say “how the hell”

WE GOT THE OTHER SCENE

The little side eye Ben gives Yaz after “big Ben’s got moves” <3<3

OH FUCK THEY ARE TRAPPEDOh dpw is here they got it

the little hand hold <3<3

OH FUCK THE DPW IS NOT THERE THEY DONT GOT IT THE DPW IS MAKING IT WORSE FUCK I HAD A FEELING

OH FUCK THEYRE FAKLING IN THE WATER

OH MY GOD WTF

Ep. 7

Oh they are under under.

My worst fear lowkey

oh shit…

OH SHIT THEY ARE SO CUTE AWWWW

poor kenji… awww fuck this is so sad.

Who is this guy??

Uh oh… the dpw

Kenji poor baby

WHAT ARE YALL JUST DOUING SITTING THERE???

Ben really? Ductape

That’s my strong girls

Nah this shit is terrifying

Oh thank god

Oh shit we’re finding out what happened

Aww a little girl

Oop corruption… but for a good cause?

Oh shit

How tf did Brooklynn not feel those footsteps?

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.

Is Brooklynn actually dead? Moment of truth.

Awww no no no no 😭 Darius fuckkkkk 😢

I can’t believe they actually showed a pool if blood. Brooklynns pool of blood

Wait so they saw her dead body? So she’s actually dead? Or what?

Oh fuckkkkkklk 😖

STOP 😭

AWWW YASAMMY IS SO FUCKING CUTW AWWWWv

Not the random Italian 😭

OOH FUCK NOT THE PASSWORD UH OH

STFU DUDE

Ben was WAITING to throw those phones

Yaz I love you. “I am so going to haunt them from beyond the grave.”

I KNEW THE ROOM WE SAW WAS BROOKLYNN’S PLACE

Her house is so cuteeee

Please Sammy your voicemail 😭 I love how we’re getting to hear everyone’s voicemail

Awww

Oooh the plot thickens

Oh shitttt BROOKLYNN WTF ARE U DOING?

A FEW MILLION?? PASS THAT ON OVER RIGHT OVER HERE

OH SHIT

Ep. 8

WTF ARE YALL DOING WHY ARE YOU DIRECTLY IN THE CAGE WITH THE DINO ARE YOU ACTUALLY INSANE ATP YOU’RE GIVING IT A FREE MEAL YAZ WTF ARE YOU DOING YALL ARE TESTING FATE RN

KENJI YOU CANT BE SCREAMING LIKE THAT ALSO WTF WAS THAT SCREAM but also I can’t judge that’s me when I see a spider

Oh I forgot abt all of those voicemails Darius sent

Aw lowkey poor dinosaurs

Who is he?

Kenji you’re such a goofball. Eew no I take it back gagging barfing gross wtf

No Brooklynn what’d we say abt the baby talk pls no

Yes, Darius I am sufficiently uncomfortable

Uh oh the boys are tussling I’m getting flashbacks to Ben and Darius

Awww dariusssss 😭

Camp fam try not to get recognized by strangers challenge quick, start

Damnnn Sammy that was smooth.

Darius… why are you in that gross ass tub

Camp fam boys try not to be gross challenge

WHATTT

HANDS TO MY MOUTH IM ACTUALLY SHOOK RN

WDYM “I WAS IN LOVE WITH BROOKLYNN”

I DIDNT THINK THERED BE DINOSTAR WTF

OMG

Please get out of the fucking tub

You don’t know what’s been done in there

Are we just abandoning all self respect we have

HOLY SHIT

oh is it the video? The video of her death?

Bumpyyyy

Oh fuck…

YAZ 😭😭😭 “boo.” Please I love youuu

Right, that’s my reaction lmao

Oop Brooklynns mad

Nah cause she stared at that dinosaur for 3 straight up seconds girl has your time on numblar taught you anything??

In my Abby Lee voice: “BROOKLYNN HAVE YOU LEARNED NOTHING?!”

no wonder your ass got ate

I’m sorry that’s mean.

I love you girly

Oh fuck.

Girly is dead

😭😭😭

“You and me, we’re brothers right?” STOP YOURE BREAKING MY HEART 😭😭😭😭😭

Stoppppp

Will we ever find out why Darius wasn’t there??

Oop dinosaurs

What’s wrong with bumpy??

AHHHH SHE SAID IT SHE SAID THE CHAOS LINE “maybe not”

“What are you looking at?” Pftttt

Uh oh. He’s dead…

Oh well

Oh now they’re really looking

“Yeah I don’t like that at all.” Yeah but I loveeee you Sammy

Ep. 9

Poor Sammy but girl you need to chill

Bumpy???

Awww. I love yasammy and seeing them work through the it issues. ASWWWWWWW

OOH the gangs all here

How tf did Darius and Kenji scale that fence

Oh shit,

Miss ma’am you are too pretty to be participating in nefarious acts like this

Lmfao “okay we get it you’re a climber”

What did I tell you girl? Way too pretty to be doing this shit

Come on Kenji put those protein drinks to work

Yaz wearing a crop top 🥰

Awww bunny nooo fuck fuck

Awww Ben 💔

Oh fuck no I would not be climbing up there

the gangs all here

Okay kenji

Damn Sammy you stay trying to knock kenji out I love you ❤️

Also the part where Yaz is covering both their mouths? So badass

Awww reunion how sweet

PFTTT DARIUS

BUMPY NOOOO 😭

Oh so when they said international they meant international

Oh shit…fuck… Brooklynn :(

LMFAO BEN

Oh…Ben

Bumpy…

OH SHIT BUMPY IS SHE HAVING…

OH WAIT SAMMY’S SO PRETTY

FUCK WAIT BUMPY

NOOOOOOOO WTF

OH WAIT WTF

SAMMMYYYY

STOP FOOLING US

YALL R SO WROMG FOR THAT

LMFA “DON’T THINK ABT IT BUD”

cmon did you rlly have to ruin the happy moment?

Ep. 10

HOLY SHIT LAST EPISODE

Oh the plot THICKENS

SAMMY I LOVE YOU

OKAY BIG BEN OH SHIT BIG BENS DOWN

SAMMY I FUCKING LOVE YOU

OH SHIT OH SHIT THE TENSION IS INCREASING

NOOONOT HER SHE SCARES ME

AHHH I WANNA GO HOME

SHE CANT BE FUCKING REAL

oh shit…

WAIT so it was the atrociraptors that killed Brooklynn???

OH FUCK HOW IS THIS A KIDS SHOW

YOU KNOW WHERE WHAT!?!?

OH FUCK

OH FUCK IT SMELLS THEM

OH SHIT

OH FUCK?

what if it’s Ronnie?

Oh it’s Mateo okay.

TORO??

Aww yasammy

DAMN THAT SHOT WAS COOL THE TREX AND THE EXPLOSION

HE PUNCHED IT

AHHHHHH YAZ SAMMY YASAMMY OH MY GOD “MY GIRL” OH MY FUCKING GODDDD

NOW THAT WAS A SHOT STRAIGHT FROM TEXAS

THE KICK!?.

OH MY GODDDD HES ABOUT TO DO THE THING

HES DOING THE THING OH MY GOD THE PARALLELS

HOLY SHIT THIS SCENE IS INCREDIBLE

THAT FUCKING ROAR

Oh?? The Broker??

HAHAHA THATS WHAT YOU GET

WHY IS THIS BITCH STILL ALIVE AND HERE?

OH FUCK BYE BITCH WITH THAT UGLY ASS HAIRCUT

Lmfao not them shitting on kenjis camper

Are they going to Brooklynn’s apartment?? Abroad??

THE LOOKS OF SHOCK ON THEIR FSCES RIGHT BEN THAT WAS MY REACTION

AWWW NOT THE UNREQUITED LOVE TROPE

AWW FUCK :( :(

YAY WERE GOING ON AN ABROAD JOURNEY

JESUS FUCK MATTEO

OH MY GODDDD WERE GOING ON A TRIP IN OUR FAVORITE CARGOSHIP

RONNIEEEEEE HI DARLING

OH WAIT WTF RONNIE WHATE R U DOING DONT TELL ME…

wait…… is she texting…

Wait wait wait this could be either good or bad but I’m thinking good

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HOLY FUCKING SHIT I WAS RIGHT WE WERE RIGHT RUGHT

OH MY FUCKING GOD OH MY GODDDDDDDD WE WERE RIGHT

OH MY GOD SHES ALIVE AND SHE LOOKS SO BADASSS

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Animal Shelter - Seth Jarvis

a/n: ahhh i think this turned out so cute! 🥰 i'm more of a cat person but there are a couple breeds of dogs that i have a love for, and greyhounds are one so i put my own personal touch to it :)

summary: you and seth plan to adopt a dog, but things take an unexpected turn while at the shelter

word count: ~2k

“You wanna get a dog?” Seth asks you late one night, as you lay in each other’s arms in the soft candlelight. The power had been out for a couple hours due to a bad storm, with no idea of when it would come back on. But thanks to a few flameless candles, you were safely able to light the room.

“What?” You wonder, looking down at him in confusion, the question seemingly out of nowhere.

“I feel like it’s a pretty straight forward question. Do you want to adopt a dog?” He repeats, his hands playing with the ends of your hair. You stare at him in disbelief.

“What kind of dog?” You ask, sitting up to stare down at him, your hand running along the chain of his necklace that laid on his bare chest. He shrugs against the pillow and moves his hand to rest on your back, caressing it up and down your shirt covering your skin.

“Dunno. I figured we could go to the shelter and find a good fit,” he nonchalantly says. “I think it would be a great addition, you know. We’ve been together for a while, we finally have this house with a backyard so they can run around and play. Just a thought.”

After talking about it for the rest of the night, since there was nothing to do with the power out, you make plans to head to the animal shelter close by in the morning to go and ask about adopting and meet a few dogs.

In the morning, you and Seth head to the local animal shelter and are immediately approached by a volunteer when stepping inside.

“Hi! I’m Rhonda, how can we help you today?” She welcomes you in, standing up from her spot near the entrance to the area where the cages are.

“We’re looking into adopting a dog, just not sure which one,” Seth chuckles, looking over her shoulder at the noisy room.

“Wonderful! If you want to come with me, I can show you around or you can roam yourself, whatever you would prefer. Are you looking for an older dog or more of a puppy age?”

You and Seth share a look and shrug.

“Not too old of a dog, but older puppy a puppy,” he answers. She nods and walks through the automatic doors, pausing after she steps in and making sure you two are with her.

“So a lot of the middle aged dogs are on the outer aisles, but there are some spread about.”

“I think we’ll just take a quick walk through and see,” you say.

“Okay! Everyone adopting gets to meet with two dogs per day, so if you don’t find that special pet today, you are more than welcome to come back another day.”

“Alright, thanks so much.”

Seth takes your hand in his and begins walking around, pausing every few steps to take a look at the dog in the pen.

“Oh look at this lovely lady,” Seth coos, leaning down to let a pitbull sniff his hand. Her tail wags like crazy, but she was a little older than you two had the ability to care for.

So, you keep on looking, and after a bit, you have a couple dogs in mind that you’d like to see their personalities outside of their pens.

Meeting with the first dog, a Norwich terrier named Birdie, she was far more shy than either of you noticed. She cowered away when Seth tried to pet her, and he sighs, looking up at you.

“She came from a house with five other dogs small dogs that were not properly trained. She doesn’t do well sometimes, but she just needs some time and patience,” Rhonda explains.

You and Seth share another look as she describes the dog’s situation, and your heart aches for her; she looks so friendly, but extremely timid.

“We have found that she finds comfort in larger dogs, so if you have another pet at home, she’ll be just right.”

“Oh no, this is going to be our first pet,” you say, looking at the sweet brown terrier, who finally warmed up to Seth a little bit.

After spending a few more minutes with her, Rhonda leaves and brings in the next dog, a chocolate brown greyhound, just under two years old.

“Maple is a rescue from greyhound racing, she came off the track a little over a year ago. She’s been here for a little while. Her foster home didn’t work out and she was surrendered to us.”

“How long has she been here?” Seth asks.

“Almost eight months.” You groan as you hear this, Maple coming right up to you and licking your hand that you stick out to pet her with. You laugh softly, her tail beating from side to side excitedly as Seth calls her over, showing her a rope to play with.

The two of them immediately start playing, and you could tell this was the right decision. However, after Rhonda takes her back and gets the paperwork ready to fill out, Seth looks at you.

“We should adopt both,” he says, a serious yet sad look on his face. “Birdie would do so well with Maple, I think. And that way, she won’t be in here alone anymore and we can give her a chance at having a happy life.”

“Two dogs? Will they even allow us to adopt two at the same time?” You wonder in disbelief that Seth was bringing this up. You rub your face, but think back to the little dog that was first in here.

You could tell she was happy that someone was around, but her nerves were too much and it was overwhelming for her for a moment; she just needed patience and love, something you saw once the energy in the room settled a bit and you sat on the ground with her.

“We should do it,” you say, nodding a little. Seth smiles widely and wraps you in a tight hug.

“She did say Birdie would be good with bigger dogs. And with Maple being so much larger and full of energy but still calm and sweet, I think they’d fit well together.”

“We can ask her when she comes back.”

So, when Rhonda comes back with a set of adoption papers and everything, you ask her for her honest opinion on things. After some deliberation and conversation between the three of you, a second set of adoption papers is ready to be signed, for Birdie.

Rhonda leaves you alone with Maple while she brings back the smaller dog, Seth looking at you with a huge smile on your face.

“You think this is a good idea?” He teases, scooting over closer to you as he sets the paperwork aside, petting Maple as she comes up to you.

“Maybe not financially responsible, but we’re giving two wonderful pets a happy home, so it’s definitely a positive choice,” you chuckle, resting your head against his shoulder.

Maple rests her head on your lap, staring up at you, her tail still wagging a little. You rub her head and your heart soars. This was a new chapter in yours and Seth’s life, and it felt so right and perfect.

Not long after, Rhonda returns with Birdie, Maple turns around and sniffs the smaller dog. To your surprise, Birdie stays put, allowing Maple to examine her and check her out. Birdie’s little tail starts to wag a bit, causing you and Seth to look at each other, ecstatic and eager.

When all the right forms were filled out, Rhonda gave you a few personal tips that she thought would be important, just a couple things she’s learned from personal experience. Both of you listened and kept those tips in mind, and finally, you were ready to be on your way.

Seth helps both Maple and Birdie into the back seat, carefully putting a harness around them and buckling them in, a product that you just bought at the shelter, and it was definitely going to come in handy.

“So, you want to head to the store with them, or do you want me to drop them off at home with you and I’ll go buy food and beds and toys and everything?” Seth wonders as he hops in the driver’s seat.

“I think it would be fun for them to pick some toys out themselves,” you say, turning around to look at them. Both were panting lightly, due to heightened anxiety from being in a car for the first time.

After half an hour at the pet store, you are headed back home and ready to finally settle in with your two new pets. Seth unbuckles them the second he parks in the driveway, not wanting them to be in distress any longer.

He helps Maple up the porch steps while you carry Birdie in your arms, leaving Seth grab all the items from the store that were left in the car.

“Come here, let’s see the backyard,” you coo to the two dogs, leading them over to the patio and opening the door up. They rush outside, Birdie far more timid than Maple, who runs out and circles the large backyard like she does it all the time. You laugh as she sprints freely, and Seth comes up behind you, his arms going around your waist.

“They seem to be enjoying it here so far,” he whispers in your ear.

“I think so,” you smile, turning around in his arms. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.”

You watch them continue to explore the backyard before Birdie decides she’s had enough and heads back inside. You give her time to scope out the new space on her own, while Maple, enjoying the nice weather, lays down in the grass, panting like crazy as she tries to catch her breath, a joyful gleam in her eyes.

“Should we change their names?” You wonder, looking up at your boyfriend.

“I like Birdie, so we should keep that one. For Maple…” he pauses to think for a moment, staring over at her in thought. “Maybe we can think on it for a few days.”

Later that night, during dinner, Seth had fed both Maple and Birdie, and you were in the kitchen making your dinner, which consisted of breakfast foods, when Maple comes strolling in to get a drink of water from the metal bowl near your feet.

The toaster pops up the bread and Maple’s head pops up in curiosity, and suddenly, she starts to howl. The sound startles you a little, but it’s not a noise of fear, her tail is wagging back and forth, her head tilted as she gazes up at you. So, you test it again. You click the trigger down, then pop it back up, and she does it again.

Seth walks in with a confused expression, thinking something was wrong.

“What was that?” He asks, stepping over to where you are, looking down at the greyhound. You giggle and reach to pet her brown fur.

“I think I just found her new name,” you say, the idea clicking instantly in your head. Seth’s eyebrows raise in wonder. You show him the discovery you made and he laughs with you, crouching down to give her a hug.

“Toast,” he says. “My toasty girl. It’s perfect because she also looks like slightly burnt toast,” he comments, running his hands along her fur, kissing her head playfully. You continue making your food as Seth and, now Toast, head to the couch to curl up for the night.

Birdie was at your feet as you cook and eat your dinner, already attached to you, and that’s when you feel like everything worked out. Seth and Toast bonded almost immediately, and Birdie was drawn to you; neither you or Seth were left out, and the dogs didn’t have to feel “in the middle.”

Everything was falling into place, and after dinner, you joined the two of them, Birdie curling up at your feet on the blanket, as you all relaxed together, Step Brothers playing on the tv, and Seth’s arms around you, holding you close.

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