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Why do people say "I don't want to work I want to be a housewife" as if that doesn't require work. I just know you've got black grime building up in the corners of your house
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HIII, Sheepy boy, i was wondering ab you L&Co. Dr? Like your script, if so, where you got it, and any headcannons you have ab the main three trio?
Love,
Your local ghost
Hiii! first of all love the little local ghost sign off cool as hell second of all thank you so much for asking i've needed a reason to rant about this dr :D
I got my script from a person on tiktok! it's called "script template - âdowntown girlâ aesthetic" by @shiftingmwah I really enjoy their templates!
There are a few things i've added, like a talent section, My talent is touch but my main focus at the agency is to work on designs and upgrades for new flares and different safe explosives that can help us with cases.
I have headcanons about the main three! adore all three of them so there will be a section for each!
Lucy! -
My top headcanon for Lucy is that she is a lesbian. im not sure if that sounds crazy but i genuinely see her as a lesbian who just doesn't know what she's doing but is going for it.
Sleeps with her socks on. Now! you may think this is wild until you feel how cold the attic can get in snow, out of the snow I judge her all day about it.
only actually showers for like 5 minutes gets all clean and just sits there on the bottom of the tub, thinking about life.
a romantic when needed, i am a really big romantic but Lucy will wing man me all the time, "Oh Lockwood? Why do you always have to up with alias ya know me and george would like to stick with them one day!" but once he actually lets me go with george, Lucy is still teasing him about it.
She spent so much money on Norrie while she was in ghost lock. Clothes, hats, nicknacks different things she thought she'd like. Norrie was bombarded with gifts when she wakes up.ďżź
Watching movies with any of them is hell because they figure it out before the movie ends and you want to pop their heads off.
Loves spicy food
George -
My top head canon for george is his card to the British archives. After a while of us doing cases george thought it might be his best idea to get a card for there! It took him two days because they were genuinely confused and concerned about why he was there so much!
Although george is a very smart and very clean guy he still finds ways to get sick really easy, and when he is sick? HE IS INSUFFERABLE.
stays up WAAAY to late for cases, Like he gets an hour asleep a night late. it's concerning but we do normally get him to get some sleep at night!
Kinda good with spice
Lockwood! -
This poor man has nightmares like every night and is just like "no babe it's ok even if dream about my dead family without you, you can go!" he's wild sometimes
Spends most of his time reading gossip magazines, or trying to find new cases. I fully believe this man has no chill.
This is a very specific headcanon but as i'm kipps little sister, him meeting my family was hell on earth. "You must be the lovely parents that raised your beautiful daughter, and Quill. You've done an amazing job rasing such a good ghost hunter, and quill. They're the best mechanic, i've never seen someone with skills quite that good with metal working. What can you do quill? Nothing i know!"
Cant handle spice
I do have more for both george and Lockwood but most of Lockwood are romantic so i'm not sure how you would feel about that? and with george i cant keep his organized so it's a hot mess.
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Hi wifey đ hope u are fine! I have a request- can u maybe write something where Tom and the reader have a fight and Tom says something that really hurts the reader𼺠just angst with fluff at the end
I'm sorry it took me so long to answer this wifey! I hope you're happy with it though! I love me some gut wrenching angst, love you xx
Long Distance
Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader
Warnings: angst, fighting
Summary: Youâve got some things to talk about when Tom gets home
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âYouâre home late,â (y/n) hummed, watching as Tessa ran to greet Tom at the door.
âI told you, we stopped for dinner on the way home,â he smiled, scratching the dog's head affectionately.
âI didnât realize youâd be out so late, I could have met up with you guys.â
âOh no need for that love,â he dropped his bag on the floor before moving to greet her with a quick kiss, âIâd love to hop into bed with you right away darling but Iâm in dire need of a shower so I will be right back.â
âAlright,â she pursed her lips for just a moment, âIâll be here.â
âYou can join me if you want,â he offered with a smirk.
She rolled her eyes, âYou just said you're in dire need of a shower.â
âOh shush, if I was that gross you would have noticed already,â he stuck his tongue out before disappearing behind the bathroom door, leaving her alone with Tessa again.
She sighed, settling back into bed while she waited for Tom to clean up. Of course she didnât want to get mad at Tom on his first day home, but the annoyance had been slowly building over his whole trip. It had been constant missed calls and texts, half assed replies only coming hours later. He never reached out to her unprompted, he seemed distracted on call, and then, to top it all off, heâd showed up hours later than he was supposed to, only telling her that he was grabbing food.
Tom left the bathroom, a towel hanging off his hips as he pulled one of the dresser drawers open, âWhere are your jammies?â he frowned.
âOh I rearranged the clothes, yours are in the top two and mine are in the bottom.
âOhâŚâ he pulled out some sweats and began changing, âI liked having them all together, then my clothes smell like you and yours smell like me, itâs nice for when I go away, reminds me of you,â he flashed her a smile, but it fell when he looked back at her, âWhat?â
âDoesnât seem like it's a very good reminder.â
âWhat? Darling of course it is, it makes me feel at home, and that little piece of you is really comforting to me,â he sat at her feet, âYouâre upset with me.â
She nodded, âYeah, but I know youâre tired, we can talk about it tomorrow.â
âNo, no, we can talk about it now, I figured weâd stay up for a bit anyway. Besides, itâs not good to go to bed angry,â he kissed her hand before crossing his legs, âTell me whatâs on your mind love.â
âOkay,â she took a deep breath, âI just felt like we hardly talked while you were gone and that really bugged me. I mean I understand that you were busy doing press and everything, but I felt like I was really on the back burner.â
âLove I called you every opportunity I had, and I warned you I wouldnât have much free time, this is a big film, thereâs lots to be done.â
âI understand that Tom, but I know you didnât call me every chance you got because you never called me unprompted. I mean the whole time you were gone I only heard from you after I reached out, and I was lucky if I got a reply on the same day. Then you come home hours late, you donât tell me where you are, you donât invite me out with you, I mean Iâm your girlfriend Tom.â
âIâm sorry you feel that way darling but I put my best effort in here, I donât know what you want me to say, I was just busy. And Iâm sorry I was late getting home but weâd been flying all day, we were hungry, we stopped for dinner, it wasnât like I was avoiding coming home or something.â
âNo but you didnât invite me, and Iâm not saying we need to do everything together, but when you're gone for a whole month I wanna feel like you're excited to see me when you come home.â
âI am excited to see you!â he laughed, cupping her face in his hands, âYou can ask anyone darling, I was buzzing the whole way home, they couldnât get me to shut up about you.â
âIt doesnât matter what you say to other people Tom,â she groaned, pushing his hands away, âI know Iâm being petty here but you didnât even want me at the airport, in fact you told me not to come because the traffic would be annoying and youâd be home at 8 anyway, and then you werenât. Donât you understand why that makes me feel unwanted?â
âAirports irritate you, I just wanted to save you the trip,â he defended, âI really am sorry itâs been such a rough month darling, but you could have let me know a lot sooner too. You know you can always come visit when Iâm away, and if you really wanted me home right away all you had to do was tell me.â
âItâs not that simple Tom, I have my own things going on, I canât just fly across the world because youâre too busy to take two seconds to text me back. And the point is that I want you to want to come home to me. I donât want to have to tell you I want you to come home, I want you to do it because you want to see me as much as I want to see you.â
âDarling I know itâs not that easy but you knew what you were getting into with this relationship.â
âI knew that I was getting into long distance, but that doesnât mean we donât talk.â
âI wasnât ignoring you, itâs hard for you to understand what itâs like but I was busy all day, everyday. Whenever I wasnât working I was sleeping, I got back to you whenever I could, and Iâm sorry that that wasnât as frequent as you would have liked, but you werenât the only thing on my mind.â
âI wasnât on your mind at all, evidently.â
Tom sucked in a sharp breath, rising from his seat to cross his arms, âIs that what you think?â
âThatâs what you made clear with your actions,â she retorted.
His jaw was locked, his cheeks flushed red with anger, âI canât spend less time away (y/n), and I canât always put you at the top of my priority list. It just comes with the job and if you canât handle that youâre welcome to leave.â
âLeave?â she repeated, in shock that the words had actually left his mouth.
He nodded, confirmed sheâd heard correctly, âIf youâre not happy you can leave.â
She pushed herself off the bed, shaking her head in disbelief as she approached the dresser, âFine.â
He stayed quiet for a moment, watching as she began tossing clothes onto the bed. The anger seemed to flood away in an instant, âWhat are you doing?â
âLeaving.â
âDarling wait,â he sighed, âDonât do that. Letâs sit down again.â
âYou told me to leave, so Iâm leaving,â she snapped back.
âI didnât say that,â he groaned, grabbing her hands as he moved in between her and the dresser, âPlease stay.â
âIâm telling you that I miss you!â she snapped suddenly, tears starting to prick at the corners of her eyes, âThat I need you! A-And I need you to know that you love me when youâre gone, not just when youâre here. Why is that too much?â
He froze, a wave of guilt washing over him in an instant, âItâs not darling, not at all. I got defensive, Iâm sorry.â
She sat back down on the edge of the bed with a sigh, âYou didnât just get defensive, you told me to leave.â
âI didnât mean it like I wanted you to leave,â he tried to explain, âBut if you arenât happy with me then you should leave, as much as that would absolutely kill me.â
âI am happy with you Tom, the happiest Iâve ever been,â she squeezed his hand.
âIâm my happiest with you too,â he pursed his lips, âIâm sorry sweetheart, I shouldnât have snapped at you like that. It just hurt to come home and immediately get told Iâve been being such a shitty boyfriend.â
âYou havenât been, thatâs not what I was trying to imply either. I just need you to put in a little more effort next time you're away. I know itâs hard and you're busy, but Iâm not asking you to sit by your phone every second of the day. I just need to know that you miss me too.â
âI do miss you, justâŚâ he trailed off, sighing as he tried to put his words together more calmly, âItâs not easy being away. I mean I do all these press events all day and I get back totally wiped and Iâve got to stay in another hotel all alone. It used to be a lot easier to do that when I didnât have you to come home too. I never felt like I was missing out on anything before, and now I feel like Iâm missing all these moments with you. I try really hard to bury those emotions so I can be happy and do all the interviews and what not.â
âWhy couldnât you just talk to me about it?â
âI would have been a mess if I spent all day dragging on and on about how much I missed you, I had work to do, it was easier to bury it,â he sighed again, âI donât know darling, I didnât realize I was hurting you, I was just trying to get it all done so I could come home and be happy again.â
âOkayâŚâ she set her head on his shoulder, âI know maybe it makes it harder for you, but just promise you wonât do that to me next time.â
âOf course not love, Iâd never do anything I knew would hurt you,â he kissed her head before nuzzling his nose against her hair, âThere wonât be a next time, I wonât go away again.â
âTom that is not what I want, itâs your job, itâs okay that you have to leave sometimes.â
He shook his head, âItâs not okay if it hurts us, thatâs a risk I wonât take. So I wonât go away again unless weâre going together, at least not until Iâm sure you know exactly how much I love and appreciate you.â
She peaked up at him before pressing a kiss to his cheek, âThank you Tom.â
âYouâre welcome,â he squeezed her tight against his chest again, âIâm sorry for snapping at you earlier. Iâd be fucking devistated if you ever left darling.â
âI would never leave,â she assured, âEver.â
âMe neither,â he hummed, âYou and me is the only thing Iâll ever want.â
âMe too,â she closed her eyes, snuggling into his side like sheâd been dreaming of doing for a whole month, âYou wanna go to bed now?â
He nodded, âThereâs nothing Iâd like more.â
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Home | k.mg
pairing âł businessman!mingyu x female!reader
genre âł strangers to lovers, romance, slice of life, angst, fluff, gets spicy at the end
word count âł 5.6k (apx)
warnings âł cursing, reader is really indecisive, heavy makeout, implications of sexual activity.
synopsis âł an attractive stranger visits your cabin for a week with whom you quickly bond, developing some strong feelings in the process; leaving you to wonder if he's worth leaving everything behind.
A/N: henlooo~ I finally posted! This has been sitting in my drafts for a while but I didn't really feel like writing for a while, hence the delay. I hope y'all enjoy this piece and please don't forget to leave some feedback! It really motivates me :)
A cool gust of wind blew by as you finished typing your last column, leaving a soothing feeling behind as you exhaled loudly. It was hard to finish this piece of writing for some reason, maybe because you lacked inspiration or maybe because your life had been monotonous for a while or simply, a mix of both. Closing your laptop you stretch your hands and legs, feeling somewhat productive. Humming a tune, you looked out the window to see a Lamborghini come to a halt at the entrance.
It piqued your interest because it's not often that people riding Lamborghini come in this cabin so genuinely you're interested in the visitor. You shifted in your chair, waiting for the man to come upstairs to the reception and sure enough a tall- really tall man dressed in a neatly pressed suit appears into your view, briskly walking towards the reception where Chan stood to greet him. You could not get a good look at his face as he moved around quickly, grabbing his small carry on and heading towards his cabin after the formalities.
You watched his tall frame walking away as you got up from your seat and moved towards Chan.
"Who is he?"
"Kim Mingyu," Chan explained, resting his arms on the reception table." A millionaire, owns a lot of companies. No wonder he looked familiar."
"Oh, really? How long is he staying?"
"He has booked for five days. Said he might extend his stay."
"I see."
"Why are you so curious though?" Chan raised a brow at you, tilting his head to a side.
"Nothing." You shrugged. "He just has different vibes than the other people that come here you know?"
Chan hummed in agreement.
-
There was never much visitors during the rainy season which was both a blessing and a curse. Blessing because that meant the cabin was less hectic and curse because sometimes you are bound to get a bit too bored. You were helping yourself with a cup of tea to somewhat feel re-energised when your newest and the only guest for the week appeared from his cabin, padding through the corridor and stepping into the common kitchen area. You were taken aback for a moment before you composed yourself and smiled at your guest, "Good morning, Mr. Kim. May I help you with anything?"
"Mingyu, please," the tall male replied while scanning the kitchen area. "You're the owner right? What's the food arrangement here?"
"Well, our guests generally cook for themselves or order takeout. When there are many guests I sometimes do the cooking."
Nodding, he hummed before putting in a capsule in the cappuccino machine. You took a seat by the window, tea in your hand as you watched the male move around like he knew this place. Dressed in his pajamas and judging by the fluffy mess that his hair was you assumed he had a good night's sleep.
"I hope you had a pleasant night, Mr- Mingyu." You said to your guest who had whipped out a pan from the cupboard and was making omelette. "Yes, surprisingly so. Normally I have trouble falling asleep but I slept like a baby last night," he casually conversed as he prepared his breakfast.
You smiled, "Well, I'm glad to know that. If you need anything let my staffs or me know."
"Sure. Oh- I didn't get your name though." Mingyu turned to meet your eyes.
"___," you smiled.
"___, okay."
-
"This is gonna be a rainy week," Hoshi said from behind you as he stood holding a tub of fresh soil for the plants in the backyard of the cabin. You sat on your knees, eyeing the plants which needed their soil changed.
"Yeah? Well, good thing there isn't much guests now."
"I think there should be, I mean it's so pretty here during the rain too. People need to look at it themselves." Hoshi complained.
"Well, most people don't like going out in the rain. Pass me the soil, Hoshi. Let's get this finished before the shower starts."
Hoshi handed you the tub of soil as the sky above started growling, full of thick black clouds. It was gonna start raining soon.
Hoshi spoke, "Oh, Mr.Kim, Mingyu you know, asked me about the beach by the marketplace. Apparently he wants to visit so he asked me if I was free to show him around."
"And let me guess, you aren't?" You rolled your eyes.
Soonyoung pouted, "No! Well I would have given him a tour today if the weather wasn't so bad. And my friends are coming tomorrow, so I'll be busy then."
"Wait- you're friends are coming?" You turned, glaring at the boy who smiles sheepishly, "Oh! Um- I didn't tell you? Well they're only staying for a couple of days and it's not like they're staying for free."
"Well, make sure they clean after themselves okay? If I see them trashing all over the place like last time, I'm kicking you out with them." You gave him a pointed look.
"Okay okay," Hoshi rolled his eyes, puffing his cheeks. "Just- take the CEO out on a tour tomorrow for me okay? I haven't seen my friends in a long time."
"Alright, I will...if the weather is good which probably won't be." You sighed, gently removing the old soil.
Hoshi mused about Mingyu, "Bummer for him, he came in a wrong time. It's weird, no? We don't have such guests like him."
"Yeah," you hummed, focused on handling your roses.
-
Hoshi's friend, Seokmin and Seungkwan appeared early in the morning next day as you watched Hoshi vibrate from happiness when he hugged them. You smiled to yourself, laughing at at the antics of your staff as you saw him guide his friends into their cabin. The day was once again filled with dark clouds and raining which occurred every other hour. You and Chan cleaned up and completed some chores as the noon fell.
"Should I cook something up for them?" You wondered as Chan finished cleaning the common space of the first cabin.
"Nah, Seokmin hyung is cooking for them. He's a pretty good cook actually."
"Really? That's nice." You said pulling up a chair to sit down. "Are you gonna join them? Hoshi has been with his friends since they came."
"Yeah, probably. You should join us too."
"No, I think I'm gonna take a nap. I feel so tired."
"Alright."
You watched as Chan climbed down the stairs and stepped towards the second cabin where everyone else was. You were about to head to your room when the CEO, Mingyu appeared in the kitchen.
"Oh, hello."
"Hi."
"I haven't seen you since morning," you said watching as Mingyu poured himself a glass of water.
"Yeah, I woke up early today, went for a jog."
"Ah, I see."
"Couldn't go far though, the weather sucks you know." He said leaning against the kitchen top.
"Yeah. But I heard that it should get better from tomorrow. I could show you around if you want to. Hoshi, my staff, is going to busy for a while so I can guide you around."
"Really? That would be cool." Mingyu smiled. There was a small stretch of silence as you both listened to the rainfall before he spoke, "Have you had lunch?"
"Uh-no."
"Would you like to join me?" He asked "This is the longest time I've been alone and it feels a bit weird," he murmured more to himself than you.
"I mean- I don't mind," you shrugged. "Though I should be the one doing it."
"It's okay. People say I am a good cook," Mingyu smiled, his eyes crinkling.
"Well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to see."
-
It was weird how comfortable you felt watching Mingyu being clumsy and bump into things as he prepared your meal. It felt like you've been doing this forever- like you've known him forever and you thought to yourself what was suddenly wrong with you. He made small talk as he cooked and it felt easy talking with him- almost impossible to believe that he was stranger. He was friendly and easy to get along with, definitely not a cold and grumpy businessman like you imagined him to be.
Mingyu grinned as he set down the food in front of you- chicken soup, rice and cheese omelette. His eyes twinkled excitedly as he watched you take a bite, waiting for you to say something.
"What are you? A part time chef or something?" You tried not to moan as you chewed because it was that good. Mingyu laughed- a sweet, shy laugh that had his canines showing and his eyes forming crescents. "Thank you. I learned from my mom. I like cooking for myself when I get the time which is not often," he smiled- almost sadly.
"Well, you can cook for me all you want as long as you're here because this is amazing!" You grinned at him, cheeks puffed with food.
Mingyu chuckled softly as he dug in and you both started eating. It felt nice, to talk to someone new and spend time with them, someone other than Chan or Hoshi. It was a nice change- a change you probably needed for a while.
"So...What brings you here?" You asked as you finished your food, setting down the spoon and leaning back into the chair. Mingyu who was still eating, looked at you with a perplexed expression so you spoke, "I mean...we don't generally have guests like you. And it's not even a good time to visit...so I was wondering what brought you here?"
"Guests like me? What does that mean?"
"I mean...rich, okay?" You fumbled, feeling awkward. Maybe you shouldn't have asked. "Like...there are fancier places to visit, you know..."
Mingyu smiled at your words for a moment before he deadpanned, "I'm running away."
"Running away?" You gasped, almost jumping from your seat, "From who? The cops?"
"It would have been better but no, my family," he said, his voice as serious as ever.
"Oh...I see," you fell quiet. It definitely wasn't the answer you expected. You both remained silent for a while as he started out the window, lost in thoughts. "It must have been really bad if you're hiding out here." You spoke softly.
"It has always been," he mumbled. "I just couldn't take it anymore, you know? I desperately needed a break," he spoke more to himself than you. Instead of prodding further, you sat quietly, watching him and listening to his words. Seeing him now, he definitely looks troubled and you didn't exactly have the words to console him.
So you whispered, "Well, I hope it gets better."
-
Later that night, you find Hoshi and his friends and Chan preparing for a bonfire in the front yard of the cabin.
"Wow, you all are really having fun, no?" You said as you fisted your hands in your pockets from the chilly weather. The air was colder than other nights and everyone including you had put on some warm clothes.
"You wanna join us?" Seokmin asked as he stacked logs on top of each other.
"Nah, it's fine. You four carry on," you patted his back as you started walking back towards the cabin and saw Chan and Hoshi coming out with some boxes in their hands.
"Hey! There are marshmallows in the kitchen cabinet if you want.... nevermind," you finished as you saw beer cans and soju bottles in their hands.
"We're gonna get drunk baby!" Soonyoung yelled, grinning like a fool.
"Hyung, you look drunk already," Chan gave him a side look as they trudged towards the bonfire.
Laughing at their antics you climbed the stairs to the kitchen, preparing some hot chocolate for yourself. Holding the mug on one hand you knocked on the door to Mingyu's room, checking up on him since you haven't seen him since lunch.
The door opened revealing Mingyu in a baggy shirt and pajamas, his hair fluffy and messy.
"Hey," you chriped. "Wanted to check up on you. You wanna join the others in the bonfire?"
"Nah, I'm good. I've been watching them from the balcony." He smiled, his pointy canines showing.
"Oh, I see."
"You wanna come in? I've been getting lonely." He offered, moving away from the door to make space for you.
"Uh- I don't mind," you murmured, surprised that he asked you to come in. You tentatively stepped in and it was fair to say that you were surprised to see the room neat and pristine as most guests kept their room messy.
He ushered you into the balcony, which had a great view of your yard and the forest behind. You saw others laughing loudly as Soonyoung acted something out. Mingyu's voice pulled you out of your thoughts.
"You didn't join them?"
"Nah, they can get too loud sometimes," you chuckled, taking a seat on the bench. You eyed an empty mug lying by, guessing that Mingyu already had his fill of hot chocolate.
Mingyu took a seat beside you, stretching his legs and sighing as he mused, "The view is great."
You hummed your agreement. It was indeed. Not only did you have the full view of your yard and the forest, but you could see a vast horizon of the night sky, some stars twinkling through the clouds.
"It's even more beautiful during summer. You can see so many stars that it feels unreal." You told him.
"Then I will try to visit again during summer," he smiled and you were not sure if he was serious or joking. However you replied with a smile, "You're always welcome."
A silence falls among you two after that but it's not uncomfortable, as you both watched the night grow and Soonyoung and his friends got louder.
"Things got really hard for me, you know," Mingyu started speaking, his voice soft as he stared at the mesh of trees ahead. You were somewhat surprised at his words, but you didn't interrupt, opting for him to continue.
"Running a million dollar company was never easy but...it suddenly was unbearable. My parents always interfered in my work and how I run the company but I managed through all of that, really...until..." Mingyu heaved a long sigh, abruptly stopping.
"Until?" You tentatively asked, peeking at him.
"They want me to get married. With the daughter of their business partner. A marriage of convenience, really."
Oh.
You fell silent, watching him as the moonlight dimly lit the side of his face. There wasn't enough light to see his face completely, but enough to see the curve of his face, his sharp jawline and the sad, lost look in his eyes. Your heart suddenly ached for him. Silently you patted his shoulder, conjuring up some words to console him.
"That's ...awful, really. I'm sorry."
"I've never been so mad in my whole life. Can't they just leave me alone? They treat me like a puppet, like my only job is to live for them. I'm so done. " He said, his hands forming fists.
There's a beat of silence as you quietly patted his back and watched your friends get wasted by the bonfire before he chuckled softly, "I'm sorry for dumping all these on you. I just couldn't hold them in you know-"
"It's really fine, Mingyu. I don't mind. It would be nice if I could actually help you," you sighed, retracting your hand.
"Trust me, you are," he said and you caught a smile on his face.
"I suppose you don't have a significant other? Someone you could talk to freely?"
He shook his head. "That is why I came here. Needed to get my thoughts together, away from them. Not to mention I don't remember the last time I went on a vacation."
"And have you got your thoughts together?"
"I think so, yeah." He shrugged.
"What are you gonna do?" You asked tilting your head.
"Stand strong in my ground, I guess. There's no way I'm marrying their business partner, I'd rather die. And if all else fails, I'm staying here. I'm sure you have some type of job for me, right?"
You laughed at his words, "Maybe. But I'm not sure about your skills, Mr. Kim."
"Oh I'm a fast learner, Miss ___."
You both grinned at each other.
That night when you went back to your room, your thoughts were plagued by Mingyu and you could swear you saw him in your dreams too.
-
The next morning is brighter and shinier; the sky relatively clear other than some light clouds. After getting dressed and checking up on Hoshi and Chan who were still sleeping, you trudged through the cabin and towards Mingyu's room, before knocking on it. A fully dressed Mingyu appeared, clad in a white polo and jeans, his hair styled messily. He looked effortlessly attractive, making your heart skipp a few beats.
Damn it, what was wrong with you?
"Hi," you almost missed a breath, your face flushed with warmth.
"Oh, hey. I was about to come to you. I believe you were to show me around." Mingyu grinned, his pointy canines showing.
"And that is what I'm here for, Mr. Kim."
"Great! Let's get going. We'll take my car."
-
After showing Mingyu around for a couple of hours, you both ended up at the beach by the marketplace, sitting on the sand next to each other. The weather was nice; not too hot, not too cold as a light breeze flew by occasionally. Though you could see some black clouds gathering above, it wasn't to rain until evening if the forecast was correct.
"This place is so pretty," Mingyu mused, making you smile.
"I know right. The weather is great too."
You both watched the waves crash to the shore, occasionally wetting your feet as you both relaxed on the sand. There was a silence, a comfortable one as you finished eating the corndog you bought from the market earlier with some groceries. As you finished the last bite, Mingyu turned to face you and asked, "Tell me about yourself."
"What?" A squeak of surprise escaped from you.
"I shared a lot about myself last night. It's only fair I get to know about you too."
"Well..." You pondered. "There isn't much to tell. I've a pretty dull life, unlike you."
Mingyu chuckled, shaking his head, "Does the cabin belong to your parents? Is it like a family business type of thing?"
"No, not really," you smiled softly. "My parents are dead. The cabin belonged to my grandfather."
"Oh- I'm sorry."
"No it's okay. They passed away in an accident when I was a kid so I don't remember them much." You spoke, watching the sea, "My grandparents raised me. Growing up I've spent a lot of time in the cabin and when my grandfather retired he handed the job to me."
"Are they alive? Your grandparents?" He asked tentatively.
You shook your head, "Grandpa passed away a couple years ago and it's been a few months since grandma did too."
"I'm sorry, you must've been lonely," Mingyu offered, his voice soft.
You shrugged, "Yeah, like I said, nothing interesting going on in my life."
Mingyu hummed noncommittally and there was a few moments of silence before he spoke again, "Was managing the cabin something you have always wanted to do?"
You were quiet for a while as you thought over the question, "No...not really. I've just kept doing the job I was handed to. I haven't really thought about what I want to do."
"Well...I think you should hire a manager in your place and maybe...I don't come to the city and make friends, see what calls for you."
"Yeah, I've thought about it. But I don't know really." You murmured.
"Well, give it some thought. I could help you find a manager. In fact, I could help promote and upgrade your cabin if you'd let me. It'll be a good investment."
You laughed softly, not taking his words too seriously. He was just a guest. He was probably just being nice.
A gust of strong wind flew by, ruining your hair as it poked into your eyes and you laughed when your eyes landed on Mingyu.
"What?"
His hair was sticking in different directions because of the wind and you shook your head with a smile as you reached to pat the hairs back into place. It happened naturally, before you could stop yourself. For a moment your eyes meet as you quickly retract your hand, face heated.
Something was definitely wrong with you.
Mingyu's gaze stayed at you for a while; you could feel his intense eyes on you and you thought maybe he didn't like you touching him. Before your thoughts ran more rampant, he spoke.
"___?"
"Y-yes?"
"Do you...Do you have a home?"
"Home?" You were confused.
"Yes, home. Not like a real house but like a... person. Someone who makes you feel at ease, someone with whom you can be yourself without judgements, someone who keeps you cozy and safe and loved...like a home."
Somewhat taken aback by his words, you fell silent but their depth hit you and you found yourself thinking about it. Do you have a home?
No. No, you don't.
You shook your head, murmuring, "No."
Mingyu nodded taking his eyes off you.
"What about you?" You asked.
"Me neither."
You smiled, "Figures. Because if you had someone you wouldn't have run here but went to them."
Mingyu smiled, a sad smile gracing his lips. It was a somewhat bitter truth, he hadn't found his home no matter how much he looked for it. Maybe that's what he was doing wrong, looking desperately.
"Let's get going. It has started to rain," Your voice dragged him out of his thoughts as he felt small drops of water fall on his face. You reached your hand out to him and he took it, standing up. As you both jogged towards Mingyu's car, your hands remained connected, no one bothering to let go.
-
That night you had dinner with Mingyu again but this time it was you who did the cooking. After enjoying dinner over small talk, Mingyu like the gentleman he is did the dishes as you poured some wine for the two of you.
Sitting on the small table in common space by the window, you both watched the clear sky that had appeared after the shower. You sipped your wine, watching the vast expanse of stars that blinked in the dark sky.
"I think I've to go back tomorrow," Mingyu suddenly whispered, his tone so low you almost thought you misheard him. A bolt out the blue, you looked at him.
"Tomorrow?"
"Mmhmm," he fiddled with the hem of his cardigan as he stared at the table. "I've got so many calls and messages from work. My company won't run on its on, I can be gone for only so long." He sighed.
You didn't offer any words, too shocked to know that he'd be gone tomorrow. What is this attachment you've developed towards him? Why did the thought of someone, almost a stranger going back to where he came from, where he belonged hurt you so much? You didn't know what to label your feelings but realizing that you'd probably never see him again was tugging at your heartstrings.
Should you ask him for his number and stay connected with him? Is there even a point in that? You both live miles away from each other. Or should just take his advice and follow him to the city? Would that even be a good idea? Are you just reading all this wrong?
You were so invested in your thoughts that you didn't realize Mingyu was calling you until he shook your shoulder.
"You okay, ___?"
"Huh? Yeah...it's just, the news is really sudden. I didn't... expect you'd return so soon." You mumbled.
Mingyu sighed, his shoulder dropping a little bit. "Trust me, if I could I'd stay here forever. But...I can't keep running. I need to face my parents, the sooner the better."
At a loss of what to say, you just nodded. Reaching for your drink you took a big gulp, trying to calm your nerves. It's okay, you can do this. He's just another one of your guests.
You stood up, taking the empty glass in your hand, "Well, I better leave you alone now. I'm sure you've got packing to do."
You almost turned away; until a strong hand gripped your wrist and pulled you back, making you stumble towards Mingyu's body.
"Don't. Stay for a while. I don't want you to leave." His voice was soft yet deep and it immediately broke your resolve as you set the glass down and looked into his eyes.
He didn't let go of your wrist; instead only wrapped his other hand around your waist, pulling you closer, leaving just a few inches between your faces. You didn't tell him to move neither did you make any effort to get away from him- you didn't want to. It felt good, comforting as he held you and looked at you almost like you were his whole world. His eyes had so much emotion swirling in them and you were sure yours looked the same too.
"___?" His voice was breathy and it set your heart aflame.
"Y-yes?"
"Can I...kiss you?"
You inhaled sharply as his hold on you got tighter. You couldn't process a reply, overwhelmed with emotion. So you just nodded and Mingyu leaned in, pressing his lips to yours.
It was soft at first, his lips just resting against yours, as if he was testing the waters. When you didn't resist but only pulled him closer, he started devouring you, his tongue prodding in your wet cavern. Moans espaced from you as you kept pulling at his hair almost grinding on him, desperate for more. He was the same, kissing you with so much passion and vigour like you were the last female standing.
You somehow managed to tug off his cardigan between the kiss and when you pulled apart for air, Mingyu panted, "Can we take this to the bedroom?"
His deep raspy voice spread liquid heat throughout your body and you had to stop yourself from pouncing on him.
"Yes please," you breathed. Mingyu stood up straight, his tall and built body intimidating you in the best ways possible, "Oh baby, you don't have to beg. I'll give you anything you want."
Once again your breath was trapped as he picked you up, his hand under your ass to support you. When he dropped you on his bed and took off his tee you realized you were in for a long night. In the back of your mind, you also realized that this would make it even harder to let him go.
-
Next morning you were the first one to wake up as the sun barely seeped through the blinds. If you had to guess it wasn't any more than six am. Mingyu's hand rested on your waist as he remained snuggled against your back. It was so comforting that you almost forgot your reality and went back to sleep, until you remembered what had happened last night. Before you could start overthinking and possibly had a breakdown right there, you ever so carefully removed his hand from your body and scrawled out of the bed, grabbing your shirt and quickly throwing it on. Then you tiptoped out of his room despite the ache between your legs and rushed straight towards yours.
Slamming the door shut, your sat down, head in your hands. You've to now prepare for saying goodbye. Right, you just need to act casual and not let him know that you might have developed feelings for him in the past week.
His words came back to you.
"Do you have a home?"
You didn't have one until now but the realization that you may have found it brought tears to your eyes.
-
You spent the next hours wallowing in your self pity, curled up in your bed too afraid to get out and face Mingyu. Soonyoung dropped by once, knocking at your door and asking if you want breakfast, which you declined. Time slowly ticked away and you watched as the clock struck eleven. You couldn't stay inside forever. You needed to bid Mingyu a goodbye- that is if he hadn't left already. But you were sure he didn't; he wouldn't just leave without any words.
Sighing, you gathered every last bit of your courage and stepped out of your room. Immediately you saw Mingyu coming out from the opposite end of the corridor, the carry-on he brought with him in his hand.
"Hey, where have you been?" He asked, his steps getting quicker to come and stand in front of you.
"Oh- um, I took and shower and then dozed off, sorry," you lied easily, not meeting his eyes.
There was a beat of silence as you both stood in front of each other and when your eyes finally met his, a blush spread across his face like wildfire. The air was heavy with unsaid words and you coughed, trying to get rid of the terrible awkwardness.
"So, you're leaving now?"
What a nice question.
Mingyu seemed to be lost in thoughts as he snapped back to reality and scratched the back of his head, "Oh yeah, right. It'll be a couple hours drive so the earlier I leave the better."
Nodding you motioned your hand towards the exit, "I'll see you out."
Mingyu seemed to have something to say but he pressed his lips in a thin line and started to climb down the stairs, you behind him. Soonyoung, who was standing at the entrance gave you a conspirational wiggle of his brows but said nothing as he watched you follow Mingyu out.
You observed as Mingyu loaded his bag in the trunk, peeking glances at you every other second. When he finished, you spoke, "Well...good luck. I hope you can overcome your problems."
"Thanks. It won't be easy and my dad will probably take away my shares of the company but...I'm done living like this."
You nodded, smiling softly as you crossed your arms against your chest. It suddenly felt cold.
You both gazed at each other, saying nothing even though you've so much to say, as if the silence would carry your unsaid words to him. You were torn- wanting to talk about last night but chickening out knowing it was probably just a fling, a one night stand for him.
"___..." Mingyu spoke but the words died on his tongue. Not trusting yourself to speak, you swallwed the ball of emotions and looked at him with a curious tilt of head.
"...I hope you find what you really want to do. And I hope you find your home too," he said, his words so soft and gentle. For some reason you had a feeling that those were not the words he wanted to say yet you forced a smile and nodded, "You too, Mingyu."
His eyes swirled with so my emotions but you didn't know what he was thinking. He looked pained, just like you but you were too afraid to speak your feelings, scared that you misread him.
When you spoke no more, Mingyu sighed and backstopped slowly, "Well... goodbye, then."
You managed to choke out the words, "Goodbye."
Your emotions overwhelmed you, tears stinging your eyes as you watched him enter his car. Why did it hurt so much? Why did it feel like your heart was being ripped right out of your chest?
His engine roared to life and your stomach sunk. Was this really the right thing to do? Should you just let him go like this?
You made a split second decision that moment, just as his car moved forward a little.
"Mingyu!" You called after him, immediately making him stop the car. He came out, almost in a hurry, an expectant look on his face as you ran towards him. Then you made another split second decision as you wrapped your arms around his tall frame and held tight.
"I like you, Mingyu. I really like you." You mumbled in his chest.
He didn't say anything back but you felt his arms wrapping around you tightly and you stood there in each others embrace for a while. It felt like time has stopped, the warmth and safety of his arms comforting you and making you realize how you would have regretted if you had let him go.
Mingyu pulled back to take a look at your face, his hand cupping your cheeks, his warm but intense eyes on you, shining with love and adoration.
"Say something," you whispered, still unsure.
He chuckled, a light-hearted, carefree sound that made your heart swoon. "I like you too, if it wasn't obvious after last night."
Elated, you pulled his face down and kissed his lips as you felt him grin and wrap his arms around you once again.
"I want to go with you...to the city," you murmured into his chest as he rested his chin on the top of your head.
You couldn't see it but you felt him smirk, "Good. Because I think I found my home."
Your heart couldn't become fuller as you grinned like a happy child.
"Me too."
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selfless (to a fault?) [demon brothers]
CW: allusions to past toxic relationships. minor description of injury in beelâs. belphieâs is a bit sad (happy ending! just melancholic vibes) and alludes to chapter 16.
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Lucifer
Honestly, he'd be a tough one to get to allow you to do anything for him. You know, the whole avatar of pride thingâŚ.and he also just generally has a habit of holding the weight of the world on his shoulders. He thinks - no, he knows he can handle everything on his own
If he's letting you in enough to help him - not only trusting you enough to think the tasks he delegates to you will be done to his liking, but allowing you to help and opening up the possibility that he might be risking his image of perfection - he can only expect you'll let him do the same for you. It's like your own special love language, right?
He does NOT like how jumpy you are about the subject. At first, he's miffed. Do you not think he can do the task to your liking? Has he given off the false impression that he cannot take any more work than he already has? Was your offer to help not based on affection, but pity??? It really ruffles his feathers.
He's the type to confront you head-on. At first, his voice is harsh because he's talked himself into thinking you've offended him, but when you start backing away and trying to dodge the conversation, apologies falling from your mouth about how the last thing you wanted to do was upset him, he softens. He doesnât understand yet, but something is upsetting you and he intends to get to the bottom of it.
Not one who would pester you about opening up to him, but the sooner you do, the more of a show of good faith it is. Heâll trust your word entirely regardless, but it does a lot to soothe the upset of his own creation if you come back to explain sooner rather than later. After all, being vulnerable is perhaps Luciferâs greatest show of love - it does not go unnoticed when you do the same.
Doing his best to talk through a solution is act of kindness #1 - and it helps you adjust a little since you worked with him rather than completely handed him the reins. He starts off his own plan to help you out by bringing in things he was already going to do for himself - offering you coffee when he gets his own, for example. He uses the fact that youâd feel bad for refusing against you for a little bit, but he means well!
You might notice him going softer on you for just a little bit - donât say anything about it. Heâs worried that he gave off the impression of using things against you because of how much of a disciplinarian he is. Besides, the two of you normally donât get into arguments (he doesnât have the time to let things simmer - if heâs that upset about something, heâll try to address it immediately), so he doesnât really know how else to change his behavior. He just hopes that allowing you the opportunity to open up to him again, should you need it, will alleviate the feeling that heâd ever use your kindness against you.
Mammon
The first time you stiffened up after he tried to help you, he thought you were crazy. Lucifer had just given you a punishment for one of his schemes that you took the fall for (and he still isnât sure why Lucifer let you take the fall when it was obviously Not You), and you insisted that you could do it by yourself! He wasnât too keen on cleaning every window in the House of Lamentation himself, so he left soon after placing the offer, but his time was spent mindlessly wondering about you.
The next time was shortly after, when you came into his room and crashed on his bed. He offered you a hand massage, although he did it in a very muttered voice with dark cheeks - and you said no again! Forget being offended that the romantic hand-holding idea he totally didnât get from a magazine he was reading waiting for you (that wouldâve somehow ended in disaster anyway) wouldnât play out - he was getting worried.
He doesnât bring anything up immediately, but he worries about you and watches you intently. Sometimes youâll catch him staring at you, and he flips out when you ask him whatâs up. The only clue Mammon gathers is that you donât seem to be angry with him, so whatâs up? Heâs used to his backwards advances working against him, but heâs making a genuine effort here!
He finally gets pent up in his frustration and asks you head-on. Mammon isnât known for his tact - âOi, why wonât you just let me take over once in a while? Cut yerself a break, MC!â - but thereâs a certain...desperate tinge to his voice that makes you realize he really does care (and is driving himself crazy trying to figure things out on his own). When you DO finally tell him, he sort of deflates and his voice goes to that softer, more genuine tone.
âH-hey, I would never do that kind of thing to yaâŚâ He starts shuffling in place, kicking at rocks (if there are any) and you realize he kinda looks like a kid. âYou do so much for everyone, and it makes me feel real good inside. I just wanna make you feel that, too. Besides, we donât need TWO cranky workaholics in the house. Lucifer is plenty.â
He knows one moment of honesty isnât going to fix your entire way of thinking, but he goes right back to his blatant offers after that. Maybe if he desensitizes you to it, youâll feel less weird about accepting his help! It doesnât work, so he shifts to little things. Catch him running across classrooms as soon as youâre dismissed so he can grab your textbooks to carry for you off the desk before you can.Â
Once he realizes youâre more receptive to him helping you, heâs ready to breathe a sigh of relief and be annoying about it again. Generosity doesnât come easy to him, okay? Besides, heâs The Great Mammon! You shouldâve known heâd be better than any other guy youâve been with!
Leviathan
Of COURSE you wouldnât want someone like him to help you out. Heâd probably mess it up, anywayâŚ
Seriously, Leviathan is very sensitive to rejection, so the moment you politely decline any offers to help he backs up about a thousand miles and sulks when youâre not around. Itâs hard for him to get out of his own head, and heâs so ready for you to just tell him what everybody else is thinking and how much he sucksâŚ
It dawns on him, though, that you never gave up on him when he pushed you away. Itâs totally not poggers sucky of him to just give up on you like that. Youâre his henry! Youâre his s/o! Heâs totally ready to fight any boss for you!! âŚ..after he levels up a little more.
Levi spends a TON of time looking up ways to talk to you, one-on-one. He isnât good with emotions like this but he is capable of them and having deep, serious talks. It shouldnât MATTER that his research material is a bunch of feel-good romance anime scenes that he based his most recent Top 10 OTPs of the season post on!Â
Surprisingly enough, he brings it up relatively smoothly one night when youâre chilling in his room and heâs playing some relaxing simulator. Youâre complaining about the things you have to do in the morning, and when thereâs a lull in your conversation Leviathan turns and tentatively asks, âHey...why donât you try letting me help you out?â He can feel your refusal before it comes so he hurriedly adds âPlease! I just- you stress yourself out so much and what good am I if I canât even help you at all?â
Is it his impassioned plea for you to let him in? Is it his willingness to obviously step out of his comfort zone? Have your walls just conveniently crumbled at this moment? Whatever it is, you donât have it in you to reject him when heâs so open about wanting to help you (and the pain itâs caused him not to). Either way, you sigh and give him a few, small tasks that you think you both could manage him having and he swears to do them well!!
Truly opening up to him about the reason why you were so hesitant on letting him help takes a while, and he doesnât exactly pick up on it himself. Once you do tell him, though, in your journey to help yourself let him in, he holds you a little tighter and mumbles that heâll never do that to you. Levi knows better than anyone that words can only mean so much, but heâs grateful for the chance to prove it to you. He wonât let his Henry down!
Satan
Satan is perceptive, and he knows how to talk about emotions. He might even have suspicious about the root cause before you even think about letting him know whatâs up. Heâs already started doing a few things for you - carrying each otherâs books, for example. Small acts of kindness to get the both of you through the day.
However, one thing Satan isnât good withâŚ..is dealing with emotions head-on.
He spends so much time keeping his own under lock and key! After doing his best to keep the most calm, analytical front he can, Satan tends to uhâŚ.forget about the emotional part of emotions.
So. When he asks why you wonât let him reciprocate in the relationship, attempting to display that he just wants the two of you to be on equal ground and he is worried about you, he sort of comes off...as cold. And like heâs accusing you of feeling a certain way. He definitely presents it as âIâve noticed you feel x and i think y would be helpful for us to fix itâ rather than âhow are you feeling? What is causing you trouble? How can i offer assistance in a way that translates well to you?â And if that doesnât bring back some memoriesâŚ
He feels awful, and at the end of it all youâre crying (or presenting your stress and bad memories however you normally do) and he still doesnât know how to fix things. Counterintuitively, he looks through his books for an answer, and it takes him a few days to realize thatâs what got him into this mess.
So he goes to you directly and, albeit a little clumsily, apologizes and asks what he can do to help you through this. You say thatâs just the problem - you donât want his help - and he sits next to you and just asks why? The two of you wind up talking for hours, sitting next to each other and just...really talking. You arenât the only one feeling vulnerable - Satan is talking about his emotions full-on rather than through a scientific lens and it makes him just as nervous as you are.
Satan doesnât get into arguments with you. He runs from the possibility because heâs worried about what his wrath could do to you. But he promises you that he could never hold anything against you, especially something like asking him for help. Itâs an honor that you let him this close, and he can only return the favor in kind. He hopes you have enough faith to believe in him until he has the opportunity to prove it beyond a doubt.
Asmodeus
Asmo does things for people without asking. He gives unsolicited makeup and relationship advice, he offers to touch-up any products you may have on, he lends you clothes just because he felt like he shouldâŚ
The thing is, Asmo will start before you even have a chance to ask him to stop. Heâll start before youâre even wondering if you like him. And at first, youâre ok with it. Well, youâre not, but you can decide heâs just testing the waters or that this is some weird demon way to earn your friendship or tell you he considers you a friendly presence, like cats. But it still rubs you the wrong way.
However, Asmo always notices that you...arenât receiving it the way he wants you to. He invites you out and leaves you an outfit on your bed, and you come out wearing something entirely different. He leaves you a bouquet of flowers, and suddenly the dining room has a new bouquet in the center of it. (and you always avoid his gaze during those dinners, which is totally weird.) Itâs almost like youâve recognized the face he makes when heâs about to touch up your makeup, because you pull out a pocket mirror and check yourself over before he even has a chance to!
Are you leading him on? He doesnât think so, but you are quite literally the only person he canât literally charm the pants off of, and he isnât quite sure how to navigate the signals youâre giving him. You seem fine with the relationship - it felt pretty genuine to him, and you looked thrilled when he made the romantic moves on you - so what was going on?
He finally caves and asks when heâs going through your wardrobe, sifting through it with you on the bed to make room for a shopping spree the two of you had been planning, and sees all the outfits heâd bought you hanging, still in their outfit bags. Some of the bags even had DUST on them!
He turns around and puts on a gentle voice. Though Asmo doesnât know whatâs happening, he can feel the air in the room shift and he knows heâs encroaching on some sensitive territory. âHey, do you not like when I give you gifts? I havenât been able to understand whatâs been bothering you, but I donât want to make you uncomfortableâŚâ
He does NOT like the way you turn your face away from him, but he sits a respectable distance away and keeps his hands in his lap. Asmo is as good at genuine advice as he is at gossip, so it isnât hard for him to get you comfortable enough to open up to him. You donât have to tell him everything at once - heâll listen to whatever youâre willing to tell him, letting you lean against him when youâre ready.
Asmo is known for being petty, but you bring out sides of him nobody knew were there. Heâll swear up and down that heâd never turn your good heart against you - after all, itâs one of the many things he loves about you - but he does understand where youâd get that impression. If youâll let him prove it to you, he will - and heâll start by only pestering you to let him buy one outfit for you on that shopping spree!
Beelzebub
Listen. Beel is a generous soul (for a demon) ((to those he really loves)). He just doesnât ever really find himself in possession of anything worth sharing. Really, the only thing he is ever in the possession of is food. When he isnât at his sports practice, working out or studying, heâs eating, and heâll gladly share his food with you.
Oh? You donât want it? He gives you a confused look - heâd ask if you were feeling well if he hadnât eaten lunch with you just an hour before - but shrugs, his growling stomach winning over his concern. Itâs not like youâre skipping meals, anyway. It isnât until you get hurt helping him work out and refuse to let him pick you up to carry you to medical attention that he gets VERY concerned.
He feels awful enough as is. It was his fault you were even there - he just wanted to add more weight to his workout. (And, he wonât admit it, the idea of using a bench you were sitting on to lift over his head may have been a bit overkill. But he saw that little spark that said âthat isnât possible but man i wish it wasâ when you saw it happen in that show and mmmmmmaybe he wanted to impress you. How was he supposed to know Mammon had broken it and left it there?) He could practically feel the pain in your ankle from the sound it made, and you were clutching desperately to your shin, wanting to press on the wound but knowing it was a bad idea. MC, thereâs no way you can walk on that, why arenât you letting him help?
The guilty puppy face heâs giving you is making the whole situation worse. Itâs taking everything you can not to snap on, from the overwhelming pain in your ankle to the negative thoughts racing in your head to the knowledge that youâll have to give in eventually. Finally, you face him head on and decide to just rip the band-aid off. âI donât have the best experience with letting people do things for me. If youâre expecting to use this against me, Iâm going to be out of commission for a while, so remember that.â
He is. So confused. Are you really mad at him? What are you talking about? Itâs not that heâs stupid - because really, he isnât - this just kinda came at him from left field and he does not know what to do about.
âWhat? Iâm worried about you, MC, and thereâs no way you can walk on your ankle. Come on, please let me take you to get help. I wonât mention it ever again if thatâs what will make you happy.â
So maybe it takes a while to get to the nearest infirmary, and maybe heâs going extra slow so as not to jostle our injury, and maybe in the meantime heâs being so contemplative and quiet that you have a heart-to-heart. Beelâs too genuine not to trust him when he swears heâd NEVER use your kindness against you, but he understands itâll take a while to show you.
Belphegor
So. Um. This is awkward.
Belphie is a smartass, and heâs the youngest and used to getting his way. Heâs definitely the type to dig his heels in and fight dirty in an argument, just because heâs used to winning. Heâs also sadistic and has plotted with you to use his brothersâ weaknesses against them for fun. So he gets it. He totally gets why you would think heâd do it. Honestly, thatâs basically what he did to free himself from the attic, only with more violence involved. He gets it.
Since Belphegor hasnât exactly been the nicest to you in the past, he isnât about to make you pity him with words like âyeah, of course you wouldnât trust me after what I did to youâŚâ First of all, on the off chance that itâs completely unrelated, he doesnât want to put that idea in your head and give you a resentment you never had, but also heâs getting a hang of this redemption thing. Yes, on an average day heâs still a bratty, selfish little shit, but he does show you how sorry he is for using you and hurting you. It shows in the way he checks up on you in situations he knows youâre uncomfortable in, in the way he cares for you in that gentle way thatâs so subtle you wonder if heâs even actively doing anything. (He is - offering you the best spot in a blanket nest, suggesting your favorite meals when the brother on dinner duty needs ideas, little things - and you both know it.) But how does he repent for something he doesnât even know if heâs doing?
The way you stop cold when you peek in the kitchen and see him (and Beel) cooking the dinner you just complained about wanting hurts. The two of you have a stare-off for a moment, and Beel gets the message to slide out of the room. Belphegor clears his throat.
âWhat do you want?â You ask with narrowed eyes. Ouch, way to be a Lucifer. He instead says, âNothing. I just wanted to do something nice for you.â âAnd you donât want anything in return?â âHave I given off the impression that I would?â
You sigh and step into the kitchen to wash your hands, asking if he needs help since Beel left. He grabs your wrist. âYouâre welcome to keep me company, but I want to do this for you.â
He doesnât like you looking at him distrustfully, but is relieved you sit at the counter instead of leaving. He wants to ask you whatâs up, but something is stopping him - he ignores that whatâs stopping him is fear that youâll have another thing to add onto the list of the unforgivable sins heâs committed. If you feel like telling him, heâll listen - but until then, heâll go back to quietly trying to prove his worth to you, hoping one day youâll see that itâs genuine and let him give you all the good things you deserve.
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His favorite little farmer// Bull!hybrid Shigaraki x Reader
-> You work as a care keeper in a farm specializing in caws and bulls hybrids. You love all of them but you just canât help but caring a little bit more for your little Tomura, who in your eyes look so helpless. What you donât know is that youâre not the only one having not so professional thoughts. So what happened when your favorite hybrid tells you he wants a mate.
Tags: Lot of smut and itâs intense. Bull hybrid Shigaraki. Mention of mating, of knotting. Anal, milking, prostate stimulation, use of toys, sub Shigaraki. Lot of cum. Dacryphylia. Jealous reader and possessive Tomura. Lot of fluff, they just love each other very much. Reader is gender neutral.
Iâve red @hanji-is-life post on bull Bakugou and Deku and I just got a huge brain rot :((
Shigaraki could spend hours just looking at you. From his stable, he loved watching you work, you were so pretty. You were working so hard in the farm, always carrying something and taking good care of the cows. He loved you so much, and that meant a lot because you were the only farm keeper that he allowed to get close to him. None of the others could approach him without getting nasty bites and all. Every bull had their favorite keeper. Bakugou, Kirishima and even Midoriya had their favorite but in the end they all took turn to take care of the bulls. But not you. You were his one and only. No one was mad at him for that, not even you. They all understood. He wasnât like the others, as he arrived in the farm in a pitiful shape. He was deadly skinny, hurt, and traumatized, unable to let a human near him. Mistreatments towards hybrid were current even more in farms. But farms like he was right now was the proof that it was possible to met good people. You had been the one to take care of him when he arrived, you fed him, washed him, made sure he wasnât cold. You even slept in the stale next to him to make sure he was okay during the night. Slowly he had warm up to you, as he was becoming a bit more healthy every day. He was still not the biggest bull of the farm but he looked so much better. All because you took care of him. And you were so understanding, taking his defense and never pressuring him into having interaction with others. The only person he needed was you anyway.
âHi Tomu, how are you today?
-Iâm fine... And you?
-I am doing great! The weather is perfect today!â
He smiled slightly, so happy you were here with him.
âDo you want to go outside for a bit? Iâll clean your stable as you go outside.
-Canât I just stay here with you?
-Tomu, you need to go outside a bit.â
But he really wanted to stay with you. He knew you needed space to work and that heâll be able to see you soon but he couldnât help it.
âIf youâre nice after youâre time outside Iâll groom you!â
He finally nodded, excited to come back so you can take care of him. You lead him to the outside field, choosing one that was empty, knowing he preferred to be alone. You waved at him goodbye, your hand brushing his shoulder. His ears fluttered and he blushed slightly. He watched you go back inside, noticing how your hips sway from right to left. He couldnât take his eyes away from your ass until you disappeared behind a wall.
âSo you gonna do something about that little farmer or?â
He turned around seeing Bakugou, Midoriya, and Kirishima, in the field next to his. He looked at the wood barrier that separated them from him.
âI donât know what youâre talking about.
-Oh so she isnât yours? Youâre not interested?
-I didnât say thatâ, he said firmly.
Of course you were his.
âBakugou is right Shigaraki, look it worked out for us! I have no idea how, but somehow it worked out.
-Itâs literally so easy for you, she is basically caring about you all the time.
Yeah! She is your personal keeper!â
He couldnât deny the fact that he wanted you. So bad it sometimes kept him awake at night. Even more when he was seeing how the others all had their little mate for themselves. He was even more jealous when the rut season was coming in and that they all had their personal keeper to take care of it. That was maybe because they all were part of the breeder program. Maybe if he agreed to it, you would let him breed you. Just thinking about made him excited.
âYou know how some of us had to battled to get them to let us claim them like that. Bakugou literally had to fight.
-Hey!
-Itâs true, they had to put you in an isolated stable just because of it.
-He was in time out. Just like a little kid.
Do you want to die?â
Shigaraki stopped listening. But they were right. He needed to act up.
âOi Tomu! Ready to go back ?â He turned toward your voice, to see you wave at him. He ran toward you, ready to go back.
âGuys, do yâall want to go back inside ?
-No thanks Y/n!
-Ok, be nice thenâ
You walked in front of him, and he realized how much you were swinging your hips. Maybe he was just noticing it now? Or maybe you were doing it on purpose? What if you were gonna go into heat soon?! No, humans did not have heat. Not that he knew about. He came back to a clean stable, a lot of food, and he even saw a few treats that were not supposed to be here.
âShhh, donât say anything. I donât need to be accused of doing favoritism.â
He chuckled, getting ready for the grooming session. He couldnât wait. And god he did not regret anything. Your gentle fingers were playing in his fur, detangling everything, you even braided the hair on his head , taking them away from his face. It felt so good. You applied the cream he needed for his skin condition around his eyes, smiling proudly. Your dropped to your knees in front of him suddenly, your face inches of his crotch. You were just checking his hooves, but fuck, he could feel himself get hard. It didnât help that you started touching his thighs, squeezing them amazed.
âYou become so strong Tomu, look at youâ
Yeah he had become strong, for you, so you could be proud of him and proud to be his mate.
âY/n?
-Yes?
-I would like to become a breeder.â
You stopped your movement, staying silent.
âY/n?
-Y-eah sorry. Hm of course you can. Itâs normal. You need a mate after all.â
Ah. There has been a misunderstanding.
âI have to go. Iâll let you know when weâll start the program okay?â
You almost ran out of the stable, leaving him alone and sad. Fuck, why didnât he simply told you he needed you. He didnât need a mate, he needed you to be his mate. He felt like breaking the door and running after you. Maybe he should have followed Bakugouâs method and just tell you right up that he needed to knot you. No definitely no... He really hoped he didnât made you sad, or that you were mad at him. It would kill him.
Your heart was clenching in your chest. What was even that pain? Why did you felt like someone had stabbed you. It was stupid, you knew that day would come. It was selfish of you to react like this. It was in his nature, he needed a mate. You already had blocked him enough. You still cried under the shower this same night. The next day you found yourself talking with your colleagues about it. Most of the bull who were used for reproduction, didnât have any contacts with the cows. They often were violent and cows were too precious for this. But the softer ones had the chance to chose a mate and actually have a physical relationship with them. That would probably be the case for Shigaraki you thought. You needed to ask him what he thought of it. You arrived at his stable, surprised not to see him look at you. He was always up at this hour normally. You called his name, but he didnât answer. Worried you opened his stable, just to find him laying down on the hay.
âTomura is everything okay?â
You looked around, noticing he had not eat any of the thing you had gave him yesterday. Worried you kneeled next to him, touching his shoulder gently. He did not react, but you still heated a little noise. A sob.
âTomu, love, tell me whatâs wrong, please Iâm so worried...â
He turned around a bit and you could see he had cried, his pretty red eyes puffy. You even noticed how his neck and under eyes seemed to be red, like he scratched it.
âIâm sorry Y/n. I made you sad.
-No, Tomu, you didnât. What are you talking about.
-Yesterday. You left upset with me. I hate it. I canât live with you being upset.
-I was not upset baby. Itâs all my fault. I was selfish by reacting like this. But itâs totally normal to want a mate. Tomu, baby, you donât have to care about me.
-But I donât want a cow, I want you.
-What?â
He sat down, looking at you in the eyes.
âIf I told you I wanted to be a part of the program it just because I wanted you to help me. Like the others are doing. I donât want to breed anyone. Just you.â
Your heart was going to explode. He wanted you, you thought. You heart was swelling from happiness.
âY/n, donât cry pleaseâ he cried out panicking.
âNo baby itâs fine. Iâm just happy. Fuck, I would love to help you.â
He took you in his arms, almost tackling you to the ground. All you could hear was little âdonât cryâ coming from him.
You ended up leaving him alone, as you still made sure he was eating correctly. He suddenly seemed way more relaxed, even though you could see a deep blush on his cheeks. His little ears were fluttering and his tail was moving from right to left excitedly. You busied yourself all day, not seeing Shigaraki much. Bakugo and Midoriya had break into a fight and you and an other helper had to take them away from each other. Midoriya told you that his rut was going to come soon and that he couldnât stand when Bakugou came too close from one of your colleagues. The worst was that Bakugou had no interest in them, he had his own favorite keeper, he just liked to mess with Deku. You decided that those two wonât be having any contacts until their rut had passed. You reassured Deku that his s/o was fine and that theyâll come see him soon. You put him in a stable far away from the others, where he would be in a calm environment. You finally finished your day way later than usual. You were exhausted and felt like you needed a thousand showers. But you still decided to go and see how Shigaraki was doing before going to sleep. When you arrived he was already looking for you, his eyes shining as he saw you getting closer.
âOi Y/n! You look tired .... What happened
- We had to separate Midoriya and Bakugou earlier, they are going into rut. So I had a lot of work. It was a long day.â
You saw him look at you with more attention, his eyebrows knitted tightly. He looked a bit mad when he approached his head from you, his little nose pressed against your neck, you jolt in surprise when you felt the metal of his septum piercing against your neck.
âYou smell like him....
-Like who?
-Deku...
-Well I worked with him so...
-I donât like it. Normally you smell more like me...â
He never acted territorial toward you before. Maybe it was because of your new arrangement. You would need to talk to him about it, even if you new it was probably useless. None of the other bulls had been reasonable till now. You doubted he would be an exception. You finally left him, promising him to take a shower as soon as you were home and to come back the day after smelling all clean. Youâve never been that happy to leave in the house near the farm. A bunch of other keepers had decided to leave here together as it was cheaper and so close from work. You took a shower like promised and ate something before going to bed. Before going to sleep, you decided to do a bit of research. You knew how breeding worked. You had to supervise the thing a few time which had mortified you at first. Now you learned how to get detached and let the hybrids do their things while you were working somewhere else. But the âmilkingâ part of the process kinda made you worried. You never had that much intimacy with an hybrid. You knew some of your colleagues had and that they even went further than just the milking. There was nothing wrong with that. It was actually pretty common between hybrids and humans. But you were a shy person, in that area at least. Thinking about just touching Shigaraki like that made a wave of arousal travel through your body. You didnât know if you were supposed to feel like this. Maybe he wasnât asking for this. He just wanted you to do this as a professional. And you were here, thinking about it as if you were talking about your boyfriend. After re reading the method a few time, the last thing you wanted was to hurt him in some way, you went to sleep, head full of a certain hybrid.
Shigaraki slept way better than the night before, but he was still annoyed about the smell situation. Maybe he should start senting you. After all you were his. He knew he was starting to get into his rut too. Soon every bull around here would be in the same situation. It was spring so it was expected. But this time he would spend it with you and fuck he couldnât help but be happy about it. He woke a bit early so he would clean his stable, he didnât want to make it look messy for when youâll come. He knew it was ridiculous but he couldnât help it. He even cleaned himself, making sure nothing was caught in his fur. He felt suddenly so hot, he couldnât wait for you to come. Maybe it was the general tension in the air. Knowing that there was other bull in rut around here. It made him crazy. Why couldnât you just hurry? Maybe you werenât even gonna do anything today. What if he got his hopes up and you werenât planning on doing anything today? He looked at how hard he was becoming, kinda embarrassed.
âHey Tomu!â
He jumped at the sound of your voice. You looked so pretty today. You looked pretty every day but he couldnât point his finger on what made you look so beautiful today. Maybe it was the way you styled your hair, the makeup you wore when you usually didnât.
âSorry I didnât mean to scare you. Didnât you hear me come your way?â You chuckled.
He had to have you, he thought.
âSo Tomu, I wanted to ask you when you wanted to start the breeding program. Bakugou and Midoriya are already in rut, normally yours start soon after, doesnât it?
-Itâs starting I think...â
His voice was quiet and you could see the blush on his cheeks and how he seemed more tense than usual.
âOh okay... Iâm gonna take your temperature and Iâll see from there.â
You placed the little tube on his tongue, waiting a minute before looking back. Yeah he was definitely entering his rut.
â Ok Tomu, Iâm gonna get ready and Iâll be back. We should wait till youâre completely in heat to start. Do you need me to explain how the procedure work?â
You were speaking so much words and he wasnât even listening to them. He could only concentrate on your face, watching your lips move. He took a deep breath and he could smell you. So strong. You smelled so good.
âDonât leave now, fuck, I need youâ
You seemed conflicted for a bit.
âOk Iâll be back in a minute, I swear itâll be quick but I need to get somethingâ
You didnât let him answer as you were already leaving. He was gonna die if you didnât come back quickly. None of his rut had been that hard on him before. It generally was longer than it was intense and it took a all day to settle down. But today his entire body was on fire and he was already so hard. You ran as fast as you could toward the office. You had let everything you needed there. You never grabbed a bag so fast, the other hybrids were looking at you weirdly when they saw you running through the farm. You came back to Tomuraâs stable finding him on his knees, his cock in his hand .
âY/n... fuck pleaseâ
He looked so gorgeous. His cock was an angry red, leaking precum like crazy. You dropped to your knees, next to him trying to comfort him a bit. You needed to get him in position so you could prep him, but he didnât look like he wanted to move. He couldnât stop pumping his length, not being able to cum.
âOk I need you to get on your knees baby, you can do this for me?â
He whined but still did what you told him. He was arching his back, his cute little ears were flat against his hair. His tail was swiping in the air almost hitting you. You took the bottle of lube, squirting some on your gloved hands. He was too far gone to see anything at this point but you still wanted him to know what was going to happen. You lubbed the the upper part of what looked like a suction cup, making sure the milking tool wonât hurt him. You touch his shoulder making him look at you. You almost moan when you saw his red cheeks, teary eyes, drool almost dripping out of his mouth.
âIâm gonna put this on you baby, are you ready?
-No I want you. Not that please Y/n!
-This first, I promise Iâm gonna touch you, Iâll make you feel really good.â
He didnât say anything, you were already grabbing him in your hand. He was so heavy, throbbing against your palm. Fuck he would feel so good inside you. You stroked him a few times not being able to resist seeing him cry and buck his hips in your hand. You placed the lubbed part against his tip, his eyes falling on your hand.
âWhat is it?â He asked his voice quiet.
âIt will help you... stay stimulated...Itâs the same process we used for the cowsâ
It indeed looked the devices that were used to milk the cows. You pushed it down his length, watching it get swallowed. You watched Tomura, watching his eyes rolled in his head, tongue out of his mouth. Fuck you wish that was you. You wish you were the one making him feel this good.
âOk baby, now Iâm gonna touch you ok?
-Yes more !â
He threw his ass in the air, his hooves hitting the ground hard. You touched his fur, silky against your palm. Your hand caress the curve of his ass, gently spreading his cheeks.
âY/n!
-Yes?
-W- why are you touching me there?
He didnât had the time to answer before you push one finger inside. He gasped, throwing his head back.
 Y/n ! F-fuck 
You forgot everything when you saw him starting to rock his hips,your finger getting deeper inside him. You slowly put another finger in, his flesh already so tender you did not met any resistance. You crooked you fingers inside, your finger tips digging into his fleshâ hitting his sweet spot hard. He screamed, arching his back cumming so hard it made his entire body shake. He kept cumming as you didnât stop moving your fingers.
 More! Please more! 
You added a new finger, the third one stretching him wide.
ÂŤÂ Fuck, Tomura, you came so hard youâre so good. Your little hole is swallowing my fingers 
He moaned, clenching more and you looked at the tube seeing more and more cum dripping inside.
ÂŤÂ Iâm gonna milk you hard love, youâre so pretty like this fuck 
The words were just coming out of your mouth shamelessly at this point. You knew it was not professional, but you couldnât help it. He was driving you crazy, his pretty face was flushed, his eyes full of tears, lips bitten red and all wet with drool.
ÂŤÂ I canât stop! It feels too good, canât stop-Â Âť
His voice was broken, and he was trusting his hips, making harder and harder for you to hold him down.
ÂŤÂ I want to be inside you, please Y/n! Please! I want to cum inside- Âť
You wanted that to, so bad, but you knew you couldnât right now.
 A little more love 
He was shaking from all his limbs. Your fingers started to get tired from all this, but with a final twist of your wrist, you pressed three fingers hard against his flesh, making him collapsed from pleasure.
 Too much, it hurts, please 
He was shaking on the ground, his eyes rolling in the back of his head. You stopped the movement with your fingers. You let him go of the equipment, finally freeing his cock. You looked at the machine, impressed by the amount of cum.
 Tomu are you okay? 
He nodded slowly, smiling as he felt your hand on his hair.
âIt still feels good...
-I didnât hurt you right?
-No...â
You took him in you arms, laying in the hay with him, murmuring in his ear how much you loved him. He looked so vulnerable right now, but here he was, his face pressed against your chest, breathing calmly. You kissed the top of his head, smiling as well.
âI love you, my mateâ he said, pressing his lips against his neck.
âI love you too.â
You looked down at him, seeing his eyes closed, his breathing study. You needed to take the material back and to start cleaning, but you felt so good right now. Maybe it could wait a little bit more.
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i will follow you into the dark
Rating: T
Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a happy ending, Fluff
Summary: Izuku has finally returned to UA, and Katsuki will never let him go again.
Or: Izuku and Katsuki finally discuss their feelings.
A/N: Hi again, friends! Since chapter 322 is out now and dominating all of our lives, I felt inspired to write. This is intended to be a sequel to my fic "Tell Me I'm Dreaming," and takes place immediately after the events of chapter 322. So, spoilers are ahead for that chapter! I hope you like it <3
I'd also like to note: Izuku ate and took a bath when he got back, I just couldn't figure out how to work that in. Fear not, he is a clean and fed boy :')
AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33153718
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Katsuki watches the gentle rise and fall of Izukuâs chest as he sleeps, undoubtedly for the first time in days. Heâd fallen asleep the second his head hit the pillow on the small bed in Recovery Girlâs office, and hasnât budged since.
In the 12 hours Izuku has been back at UA, Katsuki has left his side once, only with substantial convincing from Glasses and Shitty Hair.
âDude, heâll probably be out cold for a few more hours. At least go scarf down some food and take a nap,â Shitty Hair said.
âShut the fuck up,â Katsuki retorted, âI ate this morning. And I have slept.â
Kirishima let out an exasperated sigh that irritated Katsuki to no end.
âDid you come here just to piss me off?â he snapped.
âWe are concerned for your well being, just as we are Midoriyaâs,â Iida said, âyou havenât fully recovered from your own injuries yet. You need to rest.â
âI said I was fucking fine.â
Iida looked at him with knowing eyes and a gentle smile. It annoyed Katsuki even more.
âHe wonât disappear if you stop watching him, Bakugou."
âYeah. Weâll stay with him,â Kirishima added with a thumbs up.
Katsuki gritted his teeth. As much as he hated to admit it, they were right. His empty stomach only served to fuel his anger more.
âI hear theyâre serving spicy curry for lunch in the cafeteria,â Iida coaxed.
Katsuki had relented at that point, not because it was his favorite, of course, the growling in his stomach was just giving him away.
Katsuki returned less than an hour later. Kirishima and Iida admittedly had reassured him, to some degree, but it wasnât enough to quell his anxiety. Iida scolded him for refusing to rest, but did nothing to stop him, as if he knew his efforts were futile. The pair stayed with Katsuki at Izukuâs bedside a while longer, but left him to his devices nonetheless.
Half and Half stopped by some time later, tapping on Katsukiâs shoulder and waking him from a restless sleep in a shitty plastic chair at Izukuâs bedside.
âWouldnât it be more comfortable to sleep in your bed, Bakugou?â he asked, sitting in a chair adjacent to him.
âI was sleeping just fine before you fucking showed up, you Half and Half bastard,â Katsuki snarled.
âIâve been here for an hour and a half, actually,â Todoroki stated. Always so fucking deadpan.
âWhy the fuck did you wake me up now then?â
âYou looked uncomfortable.â
âIâm fine, asshole,â Katsuki grumbled. Todoroki looked unconvinced.
âI figured you would say that. Here, I brought you this,â Todoroki produced a blanket from behind his chair and handed it to Katsuki.
âI donât need your fucking charity," Katsuki grumbled, but accepted it anyway, silently grateful for refuge from the chill in the room.
âItâs no trouble,â Todoroki patted his shoulder.
âTch.â Katsuki shrugged him off.
They sat in silence for a while. Izuku still hadnât budged. Katsuki was worried, but some part of him was thankful that Izuku was finally fucking resting.
âEveryone is proud of you, you know,â Todoroki said quietly.
âHaah?!â
âIt took courage, what you did. We know itâs not easy for you to express your emotions,â he paused, considering his next words, âit... doesnât come naturally to me, either.â
âNo shit!â Katsuki barked. Todoroki raised a finger to his lips to shush him and nodded at Izuku, who had grunted in his sleep.
âIâm just saying, your efforts arenât unseen. We know youâve been working hard, and that this has been weighing on you for a long time. If it werenât for you, Midoriya might not have listened to us.â
âYou donât know shit,â Katsuki grumbled, averting his eyes. Katsuki was beginning to feel uncomfortable. He wasnât good at this shit, and Todoroki knew it, so why wouldnât he shut up?
âI donât mean to make you uncomfortable. We can change the topic,â Todoroki said, as if he could read Katsukiâs mind.
âOr we could stop fucking talking altogether,â
Todoroki smiled and nodded, returning his gaze to Izuku. Katsukiâs eyes followed and he frowned.
âHeâs such a fucking idiot,â Katsuki muttered, leaning forward in his chair and resting his chin on his hand. Todoroki chuckled.
âHe is certainly reckless,â Todoroki nodded, âIâm disappointed to learn he felt he had to keep such a big secret. But, he is my friend, and I will continue to be as supportive as I can. He would do the same for us.â
âNo, heâd do more, and end up getting himself fucking killed."
âThatâsâŚ" Todoroki frowned, "probably true."
They were quiet for a few minutes, and then Todoroki fucking piped up again, much to Katsukiâs dismay.
âI know Midoriya appreciated what you said,â his voice was soft.
âWords donât matter. Actions do,â Katsukiâs response was immediate.
âWell your actions have spoken clearly. âYou're a better person than you think you are, Bakugou.â
Katsuki whipped his head to glare at Todoroki with an insult on his tongue, but he found himself speechless instead, staring with an incredulous look on his face. He mentally kicked himself for it.
âI just hope you know that, too,â Todoroki offered a half-smile.
Katsuki was frustratingly taken aback. He averted his eyes and looked at the ground with a scowl. That damn fucking Half and Half.
Todoroki thankfully shut his mouth after that. Katsuki wasnât sure how long they sat together in silence. It wasnât until the sun had set and the room began to fill with darkness that he heard Todoroki rise from his seat.
âIâm going to go lie down. You should, too,â Todoroki said plainly.
Katsuki sighed. He was right, but there was a sickeningly uneasy feeling in his gut whenever he thought about leaving that he just couldnât shake.
âIâŚI canât,â he whispered.
âOkay.â
Todoroki patted his shoulder again, and Katsuki didnât push him away this time.
âThanks,â Katsuki shrugged, âfor the blanket or whatever.â
Todoroki nodded. He left the door cracked behind him on his way out.
Katsuki pulls the blanket around himself and reclines in his chair, putting his feet up on Todorokiâs abandoned one. Itâs really fucking uncomfortable, but Katsuki knows it would be impossible to sleep if he were anywhere else.
After too many attempts to reposition himself comfortably, Katsuki groans and sits up straight, turning his head to watch Izuku again. Heâs still sleeping soundly.
Katsuki leans forward and, without thinking, brushes his hand through Izukuâs hair, pushing back a few stray curls. The moonlight flickering through the blinds illuminates his face, and Katsuki thinks that, somehow, this is the most peaceful heâs seen Izuku in ages.
Katsuki canât remember the last time Izuku wasnât at least slightly on edge. He is always looking over his shoulder, as if heâs expecting the enemy to be watching. He spends every minute of his free time training or muttering to himself about battle strategies. The nerd doesnât even know the meaning of the word ârelax.â
Katsuki slides his hand down to cup Izukuâs cheek. His skin is soft and warm, just like last time, and he canât help but feel an awful sense of dèjĂĄ vu. He stays that way for a few moments, just reveling in the fact that Izuku is really here. This isn't a dream, heâs finally here, and Katsuki will never fucking let him go again.
When Katsuki reluctantly moves to pull away, Izuku reaches up to grab his hand, nuzzling into it.
Katsuki is startled, as Izuku is seemingly still asleep. He brushes Izukuâs cheekbone with the backs of his fingers, and swears he sees the ghost of a smile on his lips.
âYouâre a dumbass,â Katsuki mumbles, propping his elbow on the bed to rest his head in his free hand.
âI can hear you, Kacchan.â
Katsuki jolts up in surprise to see Izuku staring at him with one eye cracked open and a smirk on his lips.
âShit, did I wake you?â Katsuki tries again to pull his arm away, but Izuku holds on tight, as if Katsuki is his lifeline and heâs barely hanging on.
âD-donât go,â Izuku stutters, burying his face in Katsukiâs hand. Katsuki caresses his cheek again and frowns when he finds wetness there.
âAre you crying?â Katsuki asks, though heâs not sure why, because he already knows the answer.
âN-no,â Izuku sniffles. Katsuki rolls his eyes and sighs.
âHey, look at me,â Katsuki whispers, lifting his free hand to Izukuâs other cheek and turning his head to face him.
Izuku whimpers, holding Katsukiâs arms in a vice grip as he looks up. His eyes are sunken and glassy, overflowing with tears that Katsuki wipes away with his thumbs.
Fuck, he looks like a fucking zombie. His face is paler than usual and littered with scratches, and heavy, dark circles line his eyes. Katsuki suppresses a sudden urge to wrap him in his arms and hold him tight.
âWhatâs wrong?â Katsuki murmurs, stroking his cheeks in what he hopes is a soothing manner.
Izukuâs face contorts and a new wave of tears begin to fall.
âI-Iâm so s-sorry Kacchan,â he snivels.
Katsuki holds his face tighter.
âI told you, we get it. Donât beat yourself up, youâve already done plenty of that.â
Izuku chokes a laugh through a broken sob and Katsuki counts it as a small victory.
âI a-am pretty messed up, h-huh?â Izuku hiccups, âbut so are you.â
âTch. Iâm fine,â Katsuki lies, feeling a familiar twinge of pain in his side.
âI kn-know you better than that, Kacchan,â Izuku meets Katsukiâs gaze, âd-donât think I didnât see you bleeding back there.â
âI was bleeding. Iâm not anymore, see?â Katsuki points to his newly applied bandages, âThe old lady patched me up.â
Recovery Girl had given Katsuki a thorough scolding for tearing his wounds. Something about being too reckless, to stop throwing himself in front of danger because isn't it hypocritical of you to tell Midoriya to look after himself, but you won't do the same? That had pissed Katsuki off to no end, but heâd accepted her help anyway.
âY-you couldâve hurt yourself-â
âBut I didnât! Quit worrying about everyone else,â Katsuki looks Izuku dead in the eyes, âthink about your goddamn self for once.â
Izuku shakes his head frantically.
âI canât. I said so many terrible things I- I h-have to apologize-,â Izuku tries to get up, but Katsuki is lightning fast as he moves to sit on the bed in front of him, gripping his shoulders to hold him in place.
âYou can do that later. You need to fucking relax. Did you forget you were beaten to a pulp?â Katsuki reminds him.
âKacchan, Iâm f-â
âDonât fucking say youâre fine! Youâre not, and you know it.â
âIt doesnât matter, Kacchan!â Izuku shouts,âI canât- I canât just sit here while everyone else is-â
âEveryone is safe,â Katsuki lightly shakes him, âand weâre safer if we're together.â
Izuku presses the heels of his hands to his eyes.
âIt doesnât matter,â Izuku repeats himself. His voice is shaking. âI ne-â
âShut the fuck up. You matter,â Katsuki says firmly, pulling Izukuâs hands away and holding onto them.
Izuku weakly lifts his head to meet Katsukiâs eyes. He looks taken aback, and even more exhausted than before, but Izuku is just as stubborn as Katsuki is, and Katsuki can tell he still has an argument left in him.
âIzuku,â Katsuki watches Izuku's eyes widen as he utters his name for a second time. It feels foreign on his tongue, but he knows the weight it carries, and he'll say it over and over if it makes Izuku happy.
Katsuki pushes back the hair thatâs fallen in front of Izuku's face and knocks their foreheads together.
âIzuku,â he repeats, â You fucking matter,â thereâs a sharpness to Katsukiâs tone he hadnât intended, but he can tell Izuku gets the message. He swears he sees the color return to Izukuâs bloodshot eyes before they squeeze shut, overflowing with new tears.
Izuku buries his head in Katsukiâs chest and wails. Katsuki immediately wraps his arms around him and pulls him into a tight embrace, ignoring the aching pain in his injured shoulder and side.
âI-Iâm s-so sorry,â Izukuâs entire body shakes as he clings to Katsuki. Katsuki holds him tighter, rubbing gentle circles on his back.
âShh, itâs okay. Everythingâs okay,â Katsuki murmurs, trying his best to soothe him, but Izuku only cries harder. Katsukiâs own eyes begin to burn.
âItâs sânot o-okay, Kac-chan,â Izuku stutters.
âNobody is mad at you."
âTh-they should b-be,â Izuku insists miserably
âWell theyâre not.â
âI think All M-might is.â
âHaah?! The fuck kind of reason does All Might have to be mad at you?â Katsuki is baffled. âI should fucking clock him in the face again.â
âY-you punched All Might?!â Izuku lifts his chin to stare incredulously at Katsuki.
âDamn right I did. But thatâs beside the point. Why the fuckâs he mad?â
Izuku hides his face again, his voice muffled by Katsukiâs now damp shirt and his own sobs, âI w-was so mean t-to him. I told him I d-didnât need him anymore and r-ran away, I-â
âBreathe, Dek- Izuku,â Katsuki whispers, brushing Izukuâs cheek with his fingers as Izuku begins to hyperventilate. âBreathe. Heâs not mad, heâs probably just worried.â He better not be fucking mad.
âI-I have to t-talk to him too,â
âIt can wait. Right now you need to fucking rest.â
They stay that way for a while, wrapped in the safety of each otherâs arms as Izukuâs cries slowly start to dissipate. At some point, Katsuki isnât sure when, traitorous tears start to roll down his own face. Izuku notices before he does, feeling the sudden moisture on his shoulder, and he tells him so.
âIâm not fucking crying,â Katsuki grumbles, though his voice is hoarse.
âItâs o-okay Kacchan,â
âShit,â Now theyâre both blubbering idiots.
Izuku squeezes Katsuki tighter as they cry together. Katsuki tries not to wince as he returns the gesture, his shoulder screaming in protest, but Izuku notices. Of course he fucking notices.
âK-Kacchan-,â Izukuâs voice is laced with unnecessary concern as he immediately loosens his grip and starts to pull back.
âDonât,â Katsuki growls, rubbing his eyes, âDonât fucking worry about me.â
Izuku sniffles and shakes his head, âI c-canât help it.â
Katsuki heaves a sigh. âI know.â
Izuku places his shaky, scarred hands on either side of Katsukiâs face in a gentle caress that makes Katsukiâs heart fucking squeeze. When he finally lifts his eyes, he finds Izuku looking at him with a wobbly smile. His cheeks are tear-stained and there's a trace of something haunted behind his eyes, but it's undeniable that a weight has lifted from his shoulders.
Katskui quirks his lips in a half smile. Fuck, heâd missed Izuku.
Izuku yawns and lies back in the bed. âIâm tired again.â
âWell, get some sleep then, nerd,â Katsuki moves to slide back in his chair, but Izuku stops him, grabbing his hand.
âWait! I- could-â Izuku bites his lip, âcould you...stay with me?â
Katsuki squeezes his hand. âIâm not going anywhere, nerd. Someone has to keep your ass in line," he smirks.
Izuku laughs, the first real laugh Katsuki has heard in ages, and Katsuki thinks it might be his favorite sound.
âNo, I mean here, next to me,â Izuku scoots over in the bed and pats the space next to him.
âI donât think-â
âJust until I fall asleep,â Izuku pleads, â...please?â
Katsuki finally relents and slides in next to him. Izuku looks relieved, draping the blanket around them both and curling up to Katsukiâs uninjured side. Katsuki wraps his arm around Izukuâs waist, careful not to dislodge the bandages there. He briefly wonders why this feels so natural.
Izukuâs voice is barely above a whisper when he speaks next. âI- Iâm scared, Kacchan.â
âI know. But everythingâs gonna be fine."
âI donât want anyone else to get hurt because of me.â
âNo oneâs gonna get hurt. Weâre gonna figure this out, and weâre gonna figure it out together.â
âI really shouldnât be here,â Izuku sighs.
âShut the fuck up. You really wanna be out there? Where people are lookinâ to wring your neck at every turn?â
âOf course not! But thatâs exactly why I should be. No one here is safe while Iâm around.â
Izuku startles when Katsuki suddenly grabs his chin and lifts it up with his free hand to make Izuku look him in the eyes âBullshit. I already told you, you canât win this alone. So stop trying."
Izuku swallows hard, on the verge of tears again. Katsuki tucks Izuku's head under his chin.
"Saving people is how we win, remember? That means you gotta let us save you sometimes, too." Katsuki holds Izuku tight as he cries, gently combing his fingers through thick green curls.
âYou should be here," Katsuki continues, "you belong here, Izuku." With me, he adds, but only in his thoughts.
Izuku stills and lifts his head from Katsukiâs chest to stare at him with wide, curious eyes. He's no longer crying. âKacchan?â
âWhat?â Katsuki is confused as he watches Izukuâs cheeks flush a deep red.
âI belong with...you?â
Fuck, did he say that out loud?
Katsuki suddenly becomes very aware of their proximity and feels his own face heat.
Their faces are already inches apart, and Izuku is coming closer, cupping Katsuki's cheeks with freezing cold hands. He's close enough that Katsuki can feel Izukuâs heartbeat, his breath on his nose, and fuck, when did their legs tangle together?
Izukuâs thumb lightly strokes his cheekbone and Katsuki finds himself inadvertently leaning into his touch. His breath catches in his throat when he finally meets his gaze. Izukuâs eyes are soft and warm and heâs smiling, a real smile that is secretly Katsukiâs favorite, one that he hasn't seen in far too long. He decides he would sooner die than see it extinguished ever again.
He's embarrassed by his accidental confession, but something about the way Izuku is looking at him, with that soft gaze full of light and wonderment Katsuki knows is reserved only for him, makes the anxiety melt away. The eyes that used to infuriate him now leave him feeling warm and safe, like he has a place in this world, and he realizes there's nowhere he'd rather fucking be than right by Izuku's side.
"Did you mean that?" Izuku whispers, breaking him from his reverie.
âYeah. Stay with me,â Katsuki grazes his fingers across Izuku's cheek. "...please."
Izuku's smile is breathtaking. It lights a fire in Katsuki's chest.
"I will," Izuku breathes, leaning in to close the distance between them.
Their lips meet halfway in a desperate kiss and a jolt of electricity courses through Katsuki's body. Izuku's hands tangle into Katsuki's hair and Katsuki cradles his face as they explore each other for the first time. It's messy and uncoordinated, but Izuku's lips are soft and inviting and nothing has ever felt so fucking right.
Katsuki's hold on Izuku's waist tightens, pulling him closer, but it's still not close enough. They've been through a decade of miscommunication and separation, unchecked feelings, and the debilitating fear of losing each other. Now that Izuku is here, safe in his arms, Katsuki wants nothing more than to stay in the warmth of this moment forever, to melt into each other and never let go again.
"K-Kacchan," Izuku pants as he slowly pulls away. Oh, right, breathing.
He presses his forehead to Katsuki's as they gasp for air, and they cling to each other as if the other could disappear at any moment.
Katsuki's head is spinning as he looks at Izuku. His cheeks have flushed deeper, lips kissed red and swollen, eyes blown wide as he stares in amazement.
"I missed you," Izuku whispers between heavy breaths.
"Me too,"
Katsuki tucks Izuku's head into the crook of his neck and holds him tight.
âI amâŚ.glad to be back,â Izuku murmurs, âit was terrifying out there. I was so exhausted."
No shit, Katsuki thinks.
"Do you want to...talk about it?"
"I-" Izuku pauses, considering. His voice is small when he says, "Maybe later. I don't...I don't want to think about it right now."
Katsuki laces the fingers of one hand with Izuku's and squeezes.
"Okay. But, uh, I'm here if you do. Want to talk or whatever." Katsuki tries his best to sound encouraging. Izuku tilts his head up and nods with a smile.
âOkay.â
There's still so much Katsuki wants to say, but he can't put it into words. He's always been better with actions. He thinks back on all that he said before Izuku passed out in his arms, and wonders if it was enough.
Out of the corner of his eye, Katsuki notices Izuku peering up at him.
âWhat are you staring at, nerd?â Katsuki smirks as Izuku averts his eyes, color blooming on his face again.
âI- Iâm not, I just- thank you, Kacchan.â
"For what?"
âFor everything.â
Katsuki shrugs. âI didnât do shit."
"Yes you did," Izuku brushes a lock of hair behind Katsuki's ear, "you're here right now. You listened, you encouraged me, you made me feel safe enough to come back here. I wouldnât have had the strength without you.â
Katsuki is at a loss for words.
"Todoroki was right, you know," Izuku says softly, "you're better than you think you are."
Katsuki feels his face flush and looks away. But then it dawns on him.
"You were listening to us?"
"Uh- just a little...only bits and pieces."
"You were awake? Why the hell didn't you say anything?"
"I didn't want to interrupt you," Izuku shrugs. "You and Todoroki never talk, it seemed important. Plus, I was so out of it I thought I was dreaming at first."
"So you were just eavesdropping like a creep?" He teases, snickering when Izuku buries his face in embarrassment.
"I'd rather talk to you than that Half and Half bastard, dumbass," Katsuki ruffles Izuku's hair.
"Sorry, Kacchan."
"Quit apologizing."
Normally he probably would be pissed, but there isnât even a trace of anger in him right now.
"I'm not the only one who's reckless, by the way," Izuku playfully nudges Katsuki.
"I'm not fucking reckless."
Izuku frowns. "Kacchan, you were stabbed. And you tore open your wounds trying to get to me when you should've been taking it easy. You took off into battle without a second thought."
"Sounds familiar," Katsuki glares at him.
"I know. I admit I don't always think things throughâŚ.and sometimes I think too much. I never put myself first. You made me realize that. I'm...going to try to work on it. But you can't deny that you do it sometimes too."
Katsuki is silent again.
"And when was the last time you ate? Or slept somewhere other than a tiny chair? You tell me I need to take better care of myself, but you don't do the same."
"I'm fine." Katsuki insists, but Izuku knows him better than he knows himself and sees right through the lie.
Katsuki sighs. Deep down, he knows Izuku and the old lady are right. Sometimes... he can be a dumbass and a hypocrite.
"My bodyâŚI told you, it moved on it's own. I just saw you in the air and fucking panicked. You were about to die," Katsukiâs voice shakes, âYou were about to die, and it was like⌠like my entire fucking life flashed before my eyes. There was so much I needed to say to you, I couldn't handle the thought of losing you, Izuku. Especially before- before I had the chance to-, " Katsuki squeezes his eyes shut and grunts in an effort to hold back tears that were threatening to fall.
Katsuki feels Izuku's gentle touch on his cheek again and meets his gaze.
"I know. It's okay. Let's just agree that we're both idiots and try to be better, together. If not for ourselves, then for each other. I can't stand the thought of losing you either, Kacchan," Izuku's eyes are impossibly soft
"I really do appreciate everything you said, Kacchan. It means so much to me. I know it's not easy for you to do that."
"I meant every fucking word," Katsuki says firmly.
"I know. And I forgave you a long time ago, Kacchan. Yeah, things were rocky for a while, but I see you. I see how you've changed, and how much effort you've been putting in. I feel safest and strongest when I'm with you. You're the most amazing person I've ever known, and you always will be."
Izuku's eyes well up with tears again as he smiles, and Katsuki feels like his heart could burst out of his chest. He presses a gentle kiss to Izuku's palm and cups his face, tracing his lips with his thumb.
"You make me stronger," Katsuki stares deep into his eyes.
Katsuki feels his brain short circuit as Izuku presses a gentle, sweet kiss to the corner of his mouth. Katsuki holds him there as he pulls away, chasing his lips with his own.
This kiss is softer and less hurried, but just as passionate. They're completely enveloped in each other as they revel in the fact that this is real. Thereâs nowhere in the world either of them would rather be. Katsuki didnât realize just how badly he needs Izuku until he was gone, and thinks that, maybe, Izuku feels the same way.
It feels like itâs been an eternity when they slowly break apart, and Katsuki canât help the smile that spreads across his face.
Izuku lays his head on Katsuki's chest and cuddles up to his side. Katsuki idly strokes his back, just relishing the moment.
Fuck, heâd missed Izuku.
"I don't mind if- uh, if you keep calling me Deku, by the way," Izuku mutters..
"You don't like it when I say your name?"
"No! No, that's not it- I mean it is a little weird, but uh- I like it? Hearing it in your voice, I mean," Izuku rambles on, and Katsuki finds that he's even missed that too.
"I just, um, I mean- Deku is fine too. It has a different meaning for us both now, you know? It stopped being an insult a long time ago. And, uh, it feels, um...special, I guess? I don't know. My point is, either is fine. I don't want you to feel like...like you're disrespecting me, or something," Izuku's face is bright red as he notices Katsuki smirking at him.
"You're such a nerd," Katsuki laughs when Izuku scowls, and presses a kiss to his forehead, âIâll call you whatever the fuck you want me to call you.â
âEither is good. I promise.â
âI guess weâll have to wait and see then, huh?â
"Yeah," Izuku smiles, then his brows furrow and he pauses. "Katsuki."
They both frown and Katsuki shakes his head.
"Nope. Too weird. I'd rather be Kacchan forever,â Katsuki grimaces.
âI think so too,â Izuku laughs.
"You should sleep, nerd." Katsuki murmurs.
"Mm, yeah,â Izuku yawns, âYou should too, Kacchan."
"Yeah, yeah."
"But you'll still be here when I wake up, right?" Izuku looks up at him with pleading eyes.
"I'm not going anywhere."
Izuku breathes a sigh of relief and snuggles closer.
"Tomorrow...tomorrow is gonna be hard."
"Nah. I'll beat the shit out of anyone who tries anything funny. Like I said, we'll get through this.â
"Together?"
"Together."
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bonus:
Sunlight is filtering through the blinds of the room's tiny window when Katsuki awakens. He feels more rested than he has in ages. Izuku is still curled up at his side with his head on his chest, snoring softly, and Katsuki canât help but smile.
âNice, bro!â someone whispers from the doorway. Katsukiâs head whips up to see Shitty Hair and Sparky, grinning at him with their thumbs up.
Katsuki is filled with white hot rage as his face flushes. If it wasn't for the fact that Izuku has him pinned, he would beat the shit out of those assholes.
âSee ya, loverboy!â Kaminari whistles as they bolt out of the room.
Oh, they are dead meat when Katsukiâs hands are free.
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A/N: I wrote this while listening to "I Will Follow You into the Dark" by Death Cab for Cutie and "Make You Mine (acoustic)" by PUBLIC-highly recommend them if you're looking to yearn lmao
The large block of italicized text is meant to be a flashback- I hope that was clear :')
Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it!! Feedback/reblogs are appreciated as always <3
Also- shout out to @sheiireen for her very helpful advice on this. She's amazingly talented, you should check her out!!
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Silk ties to bind
Returning my C!Eret posts.
SMUT UNDERCUT! MINORS DNI!
It started as a passing joke that you would never be able to be seated in Eret's court, clothes too rough from your time spent in the forests of the server or just too dirty in general. As you spend hours on end mixing dyes and making messes that stain everything no matter how hard you try to keep things clean.
Only it seemed to make a soft chuckle pass from the monarch you spent so much time with, their demeanour shifting and the conversation dying away afterwards.
Days later it started, the clothes.
New clothes, robes, boots, shoes and even underthings in several colours were delivered to your home, each one fancier and fancier than the last. Deep colours that you know take ages to make framed in gold and silver threads, skirts that would barely cover anything held and decorated in chains, jewellery tucked away in small pouches, each piece fitting for one or more of the sets now showing up at your home.
There is only one person you know of with access to things like this, with the spare income to throw it away on someone else like this. Only there was no reason your mind could cook up as to why they would do this, was it cause of the joke you had made? Was this an invitation to visit the court? Or was this some sort of sick joke you weren't privy to?
Questions lingering and becoming less and less based on reality, thoughts spiralling out of control, finally coming to an end when a letter with the king's seal comes to your door. An invitation to court, with a small request for you to wear one of the items that had recently been delivered, even a cheeky nod towards the more...revealing items being more expected than the others.
On the day of the court, the castle seemed so quiet, attendants rushing away from the main hall rather than towards it, guards talking in hushed voices about this 'closed court', even on arrival things were off usually coats and cloaks were taken and you are ushered to the hall in use but not a single person had asked or moved to take yours when you arrived.
So when the massive doors to the hall open before you, seeing nothing but a small wall of mirrors and Eret is nothing short of jarring, the maid that escorted you gently pushing you in with a soft giggle before closing the door behind you.
"Eret? You. You wanna explain what's going on right now?"
The way they twirl when you speak up makes it clear despite the mirrors that they stood before they had not seen or heard you enter, too lost in their thoughts.
"Ahhh you're here! Come, come over here. And don't worry about anything, I'll explain in a bit."
Their hands are warm when they guide you over, just off from the mirrors sits a pile of blankets and pillows, like a makeshift bed or couch, a small bag sits off to the side tied shut but almost bursting at its seams from whatever has filled it. "Now let's have that cloak thank you, I want o see how you look in one of the things I sent you!" Their hands clap together before reaching for the clasp of the cloak hiding what you wore underneath.
"First I think I am owed an explanation on everything, then ill take my cloak off."
The huff and pout that comes from Eret is cute and ultimately childish but is enough to stop their hands that have started to fiddle with the clasp despite the way you have grasped their wrist. "Well, that's...easy. I just wanted to dress you up, have you dressed as you should be after all you are going to-" their voice stopping short before something passes over their face, "-You deserve to be dressed as well as I am, even if your not a court member, not yet."
The end of their sentence is whispered, their smile shaky and short before they are pouting once again, "Now please can you give me your cloak?"
"The whispering aside, what were you going to say at first the whole 'dressed as you should be'? Eret, you can tell me anything. Your dear to me, if you need me for something you can just ask."
It does pain you to watch them flinch slightly, one of your hands still keeping them from unclasping your cloak, the other reaching out only to be grabbed by their free hand and used to pull you closer. "Do you mean it? That if I needed you, you would help? That you would be willing to listen to whatever I was going to ask you?"
"Of course I do. Eret you were one of the first people to be kind to me, hell you were my first friend and are my dearest person to date. No matter what you could ask I would always be willing to listen."
If it wasn't for their glasses there is no doubt that you would be able to see the way their eyes flick down to where they have pulled you close, only to flick back to the clasp of your cloak. Yet all you do get to watch is as they bite at their lips before speaking.
"Then please just let me take the cloak, and. And sit down, please just. Please."
Letting go of their hands is easy and letting them take the embroidered cloth is much the same, only the way their head flicks down with their gaze is very clear, eyes lingering on the clothing you had chosen to wear. A dress that clearly shows off your shoulders and collarbones, the deep collar leaving most of your chest exposed before cinching at the waist with a belt, when you move to sit the slits of the skirt let your thighs peak through.
"Alright, what now?"
The way they drop behind you is slightly loud even with what you assume to be at least three pillows under them, watching them in the mirrors shows how their hands shake when they reach out, hands gentle when they reach around your shoulders, grasping your hands to pull you back into them.
The way the fabric moves when they do causes more skin to be exposed, their breath shaky and felt as they take in how they had dressed you, even if it was only through providing the clothes. "So beautiful..." bearly a whisper when they do speak, glasses slipping slightly down their nose when they lean forward head next to yours, brown curls tickling against your skin when they turn their head.
"Look at you. Dressed like the ruler you should be."
"Eret-"
"Shhh, so kind, so strong and so so deserving of the throne next to mine. Just look at us, how good you would look drapped in the finest of finery, covered in my gifts...my marks..."
Their voice is airy when they talk, words steadily becoming stronger and stronger, each one a declaration of how good they would be if you let them, if you took up space beside them, ruling with them, letting them keep you and be even more then what they are now.
"God, you don't know how long I've waited, hoped, wanted you to be mine. Next to me, letting me bury myself in you, leaving no doubt for others that you're mine."
White-eyes, catch yours in the mirrors when one of their hands stop you from looking away. "Please, Let me show you what it could look like. Please," it's without a thought that you nod, and when you do the hand that does not hold your face moves, using your hips to pull you further back into Eret's chest.
Settling into Eret's lap brings two things to light, one you are much smaller than the ruler of the SMP and two no matter how you shift or move the press of their cock is hard, a telling sign of how they need you. The first press of their lips to your neck makes your breath shake, and when its teeth and tongue leaving a trail of marks nothing is stopping the whimpers that leave your lips.
Your hands grasping the skirts that barely cover you, before they are taken, guided by Eret's to undo the clasps that hold your dress together, the top half falling away to expose your chest. One of your hands traces the marks that are already starting to bloom, eyes locked to the mirrors still trying to process what is happening.
For such a lieth person Eret is quick to flip the position, you under them as they move down placing open-mouthed kisses down your chest, your head tilted towards the mirrors by one of their hands, making you watch when their lips wrap around one of your nipples. Their other hand supporting you as you arch into the warm mouth laving over your skin, if not for the skirt still barely hanging from your hips, the press of Eret's cock into your sex would be so much stronger.
âGod look at you. So perfect like this,â
Their hands are quick to pull your hips forward, pressing harder into you, letting you feel how badly they need you. Gentle fingers digging under your skirts to grasp at your hips and tease against your thighs, fingertips barely brushing against your sex, as you continue to watch your friend mouth their way down your chest proving with every swipe of their tongue that they are going to be so much more.
"Say you'll stay with me. Say you'll be mine and let me shower you with everything you could ask for. Say you won't leave."
"Eret, I-"
"Say. It." Their words are punctuated by two rough bites, teeth marks blooming against your skin as you arch into the feeling.
"I'll stay."
Your words are barely out of your mouth when they surge forward, lips crashing into yours, glasses hastily thrown into the mess surrounding you. The kiss is desperate and messy, like how Eret's hands roam across your body now that they know you won't leave them, and when they pull away their eyes are lidded and breathing just as heavy as yours had become.
It's not the first time you had seen their eyes, but it was the first time you had seen them so hungry. Watching as they flick across every mark they had left on you, taking the mess they had made of your skin before pressing in again capturing your lips before pulling you up and into their lap.
Hands pushing your skirts out of the way, using the grip they had on your hips to grind you down onto their cock, groaning into your mouth as they do. When you pull apart there is a slight sting, as Eret grips your underwear using strength well hidden in their slim frame to rip the material from your frame.
"You won't be needing those, not anymore. If I find you wearing them near me, I'll just take it as an invitation to rip them from you again..."
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I licked it, itâs mine
Pairing: Sam Wilson x Reader
Words: 1756
Warnings: SMUT (18+ONLY), oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (please use a condom), alcohol use.
Summary: You and Sam have a secret relationship. After taking Bucky out for his birthday you get jealous when someone flirts with Sam.
A/N: This is a special piece for my friend @syntheticavenger based on an idea graciously provided by @buckyownsmylife. And a very very special thanks to @river-soul for beta reading this for me.
Tags: @sweater-daddiesdumbdork @mashep23 @djeniiscorner @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog @sweeterthanthisâ @saiyanprincessswanieâ
You and Sam had been seeing each other in secret for a few months and tried to keep it that way to maintain the professional relationship you both had with the team. It had been hard because the more of Sam you had, the more you wanted to shout your love for him from the rooftops. But it had to be like this, for now. You both agreed early on that it was for the best, even if this secret was slowly driving you crazy.
You were out celebrating Buckyâs birthday at a local bar much to his chagrin. You and Sam had insisted that this was a milestone worth celebrating and after hours of prodding, Bucky finally relented, though it didnât stop his complaining.
âGuys you know I donât like parties,â Bucky grumbled.
âYeah but itâs not every day you turn 104 while looking like youâre in your 30âs,â Sam smirked. âDefinitely a cause for celebration.â
As Sam clapped Bucky on the shoulder you announced you were going to go to the bar for a refill. After you slammed back your shot and ordered another cocktail, you turned your attention back to the pool table you just came from. You saw red when you watched a woman in a low cut shirt and way too short shorts literally rub herself against Sam. She looked like she was basically dry humping him while he made sure to keep his hands visible, scanning the bar for you no doubt. Bucky was bent over the pool table rolling his eyes and lining up his shot. He might have been right about not coming out tonight. You took a few deep breaths to regain your composure and made your way back over to the group.
âWho do we have here?â You cocked an eyebrow at the new addition.
The woman pressed herself flush against Sam at your arrival. He looked at her skeptically and shifted back, but she followed.
âThis is Melissa,â Sam stated warily.
âMelinda actually,â she corrected, sliding her hands up and down Samâs chest. âBut you can call me whatever you want.â
She winked at Sam and he looked at you with wide eyes, pleading for your help. You bit your lip and stopped yourself from grabbing her hair and dragging her out of the bar. You shook the thought out of your head and addressed Melinda.
âWell, Michelle I think youâre making Sam here uncomfortable and maybe you should go back to your friends,â you said, voice laced with venom.
Melinda placed her hands on her hips and walked up to you. âI didnât say you could call me whatever you wanted. Besides, I donât think you have a claim to Sam. Heâs a big boy, he can make his own choices,â Melinda said in an overly sultry voice.
âMelinda. Honey. If I licked it, itâs mine.â You were nose to nose with her begging her to say something else.
At the sound of Bucky choking on his drink, Melinda scoffed and sauntered away. You turned towards Sam and watched his lips slowly curl into a smile.
âIâm sorry, doll. Did you just say you licked Sam?â Bucky sputtered.
You shrugged. âI guess I did.â
Sam let out a laugh and grabbed your waist, pulling you into him. When your back met his chest, he bent down and pressed soft kisses into your neck causing you to giggle.
âSugar, I donât think you know how happy I am that you said something. I was at a loss. She just came up and started rubbing on me. I hated it.â Sam sounded relieved.
âI thought you wanted to keep us secret? We agreed,â you reminded him.
âAt first I thought it would be for the best, you know, donât mix business with pleasure,â he pinched your ass. âAfter a while though, I just wanted to show you off. Youâre my girl. I want you to feel special.â
You spun around and pulled him into a kiss. His hands moved over your hips languidly. When you pulled away you were greeted with warm brown eyes and the sound of Bucky coughing.
âOkay well, Iâm ready to go home. I donât want to see you guys suck face all night.â Bucky set down the pool cue and put on his jacket. âIâll be in the car.â
The drive to drop Bucky off was full of questions. How long? Who made the first move? Why would you pick birdbrain? That one made you laugh, but Sam slammed on the brakes a little harder than necessary, causing Bucky to hit the window. After dropping Bucky off at his house with the promise to send him a cake to make up for the bust of a birthday party, you and Sam headed back to your apartment.
Once you opened the door you pulled Sam into the living room as he kicked the door shut. You pushed him on the couch and he gave you a cheeky grin.
âIf I knew all it would take for you to make our relationship public was another woman in a low cut top I would have tried setting something up months ago,â Sam joked.
You pulled your shirt over your head and threw it at him. Exposing your lacy black bra, you saw Samâs eyes grow lustful.
âAll you had to do was ask me. I would have told you months ago,â you threw back.
âYouâre right. Iâll do my best to communicate more about what I want,â Sam smirked, his voice low and sultry.
Your grin slowly grew. âYeah? And what do you want now?â
Sam reached out and pulled you down to him. âRight now I want to make you feel so good, sugar. Get you all fucked out from my mouth and then make you scream with my cock.â
You whimpered as he pushed you back onto the couch. He slowly pulled your pants and underwear down your body, leaving you bare. Once your clothes hit the floor, Sam pulled his shirt over his head and set himself between your legs. He kissed and nipped at your thighs and each time you felt his lips on your skin your cunt clenched. When he finally reached your core he flicked your clit with his tongue, the sensation caused you to jolt in pleasure.
âEasy sugar, weâre just getting started.â He licked a stripe from your core to your clit. âDo you know why I call you sugar?â
You answered, your chest heaving. âN-no.â
Sam chuckled, sending vibrations straight to your core. âBecause youâre so damn sweet.â
You mewled as he added two fingers into your wet cunt, curling them into your spongy spot and making your walls flutter. He worked you over like he was reminding you how much he cherished you. Sam was all confidence and bravado. Always the first person to have a witty retort or a sarcastic comment, but when he was alone with you, he spent less time talking and more time showing you how much you captivated him. He would spend hours between your thighs if you let him.
Samâs tongue rolled over your clit building the electricity in your core. His fingers hit your sweet spot with precision and soon your orgasm washed over you. Sam didnât let up until you were writhing beneath him mewling in pleasure.
âSam,â you moaned. âI need you, please.â
âIâm here sugar.â Sam kneeled and undid the button of his pants, pulling them down and freeing his cock.
You licked your lips when you saw the bead of precum drip down his length. You reached out and pulled him towards you. His forearms caged your head as he slotted himself between your legs. You grabbed his hard length and pumped it a few times causing him to moan. He leaned in and captured your lips in a passionate kiss as you wrapped your legs around his waist, waiting for him to take you. Positioned it at your entrance, Sam slowly pushed in reveling in the feel of your soft warm walls.
Once he was fully seated, he stilled for a moment. He brought his lips to your neck and kissed and nipped at the skin as you rocked slightly against him, trying to get him to move. Sam chuckled into your neck and started moving languidly. You were a moaning mess, mewling each time he pushed back into you.
âSam faster, please.â You scraped your nails lightly down his back and he let out a deep growl.
âAnything you want baby,â Sam grunted.
His pace picked up and you had to work to meet his thrusts. He pulled out briefly to flip you onto your stomach over the arm of the couch before he snapped back into you. He was hitting you deeper than before and soon you felt that coil tighten in your stomach. Your orgasm was building higher with every slide into you and you clenched around Sam.
âIâm coming, donât stop,â you whined.
Sam reached down to press circles onto your clit as your orgasm crashed through you. He fucked you through your high as he chased his own release. A few more stuttered thrusts and he spilled into you. He pressed gentle kisses into your back as you both came down from your bliss. When he pulled out you felt his spend drip down your thighs. Sam got up and went to the bathroom bringing back a wet washcloth. He cleaned you up as you caught your breath pressing kisses all over your stomach as he did.
âYou know you didnât have to get jealous back there. I am so in love with you there is no one who could even try taking your place. No matter how low cut their shirt was,â Sam teased.
You sat up and swatted at his chest. He pulled you into him and kissed the crown on your head.
You sighed. âI know but I didnât like being in that position. No one knew we were together and I didnât want you to humor her to keep up the facade.â
Sam squeezed you. âIf you didnât say anything I would have grabbed you and kissed you myself to prove the point. Consequences be damned.â
You laughed and placed a kiss on his chest.
âYou know, I didnât get to lick you,â you mischievously said. âAnd if you think I taste sweet then youâre an indulgence.â
Sam captured your mouth in a slow kiss before pulling away.
âWell, sugar we have all night.â
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Chaise
Content- You and Levi try to spend some time together during your busy days.
an- About 2500 words, don't know how. Is this okay? Don't feel like it's my best but I do like this idea of the chaise. :)
"Hey Captain!" You smile when you see Levi in the hall.
"Morning." He greets, stopping in front of you. "I'm sorry, I can't do breakfast, still behind with work." He's already grabbed a breakfast sandwich to eat in his office.
You frown. "Oh, that sucks." You've already rescheduled twice this week.
"Sorry." He says sincerely, kissing your cheek.
"It's not your fault." You reach for his hand and he gives yours a quick squeeze before saying he'll see you later, heading off.
You are always respectful and use his title in public even though you've been openly dating for a couple months now.
You'd spent the months before getting to know each other professionally and started gravitating towards one another outside work.
It started with things like small talk while eating in the mess hall, you two being the last ones to leave some days. There were times you didn't notice until after the fact that everyone else was gone.
It continued on the outside, sometimes with Levi offering to accompanying you on errands even on his off days, or seeking each other out during group events.
It was even noticeable to others how close you were getting before he finally decided to officially ask you out.
However now that you are exclusive it seems that lately you are actually seeing less of each other. You know it can't be helped but still miss one another.
"Hey!" Connie waves to you, patting the seat next to him. "Thought you were hanging with Captain this morning?" That is obviously not happening as you have a tray of food with you.
"Me too." You say, dejected.
"He bailed again?" Sasha asks.
Jean nudges her. "Sasha, he didn't bail." He knows not on purpose, at least.
"Work, you know."
"That thing that keeps keeping you apart." Sasha says matter-of-factly.
"Well, what are you doing today?" Connie asks.
"Nothing, for a while." You actually have some free time.
"Hang with us!" Sasha says excitedly.
"She doesn't want to hang with us!" Jean rolls his eyes.
"Yes I do." They're your friends.
"No, you want to hang with your boyfriend."
"Well, yeah, but that doesn't-" You get cut off.
"So go hang out with him!" Jean says, as if it's an option.
"He's working."
"He's doing stupid paperwork in his office. Just go sit with him." Jean is sure Levi won't mind you being there and then technically you'd be spending time together.
You think about it while eating and talking with the other three.
Soon they're off and Jean tells you again to go find Levi. He knows it's been hard for you two to find time together.
Now here you are, knocking on Levis office door, just wanting to see him and hoping he won't mind. You've been here before but not for personal reasons.
"Come in." He says automatically.
You step in and close the door behind you, waiting for him to look up.
"What do you..." Levi trails off when he sees who it is. "Is everything okay?" He's up out of his seat.
"Yeah, of course." You hurry and say. You aren't expecting his reaction but you almost smile at seeing the concern.
"So, what's going on?" He's confused to see you, as not that long ago he told you he was busy.
You feel a bit foolish and don't know what to say.
Levis features soften when he sees you struggle and he comes from behind his desk to lead you to sit with him on the chaise lounge. He had requested it a while back instead of a regular chair so he could cat nap during busy times.
"What's wrong?" He asks, hand on your back.
"I just, want to see you. I don't mean to be clingy. I know you're working but one of us is always working and I'm so very happy with were we're at but we haven't even really talked lately."
Now you're rambling on as he's trying to shush you.
"It's fine. You're not clingy. I miss you, too." Levi likes hearing that you want to be with him. He wants nothing more than to shove all the papers out the window and go sit outside with you.
You sigh and lean your head on his shoulder, making him smile. "I'm sorry I interrupted your work. Can I help with anything?" You offer, at least trying to be useful.
"No, no. I know you got up early, why don't you just rest? You can stay here. I don't mind." It's to the point that you're both so tired at the end of the day you barely see each other then, either. He knows you would still be sleeping if it wasn't for him.
"Is it okay? Can I get you anything at least?" You pull back to look at him and he brushes your cheek with his thumb.
"Of course it's okay. I have everything I need." He leaves a kiss on your forehead. How could this man that people were terrified of leave you with butterflies every time?
Levi goes back to his desk while you curl up on the lounge. It seems strange and it takes you half the morning to get comfortable.
Levi sees this but doesn't say anything. Every once in a while you catch each others eye, and you keep looking away, feeling like a distraction.
At some point you've fallen asleep and Levi is glad to see you're able to and eventually he gently shakes you awake.
"Hey, it's almost lunch time. Don't you have somewhere to be soon?" He asks when you open your eyes. He would've let you sleep otherwise.
"Oh!" You sit up suddenly, blinking a few times. "Yeah, sorry. Was I asleep?" You must have been more tired then you realized.
"You can sleep in here anytime." You were never a bother to him.
He pauses his work, wrist hurting from all the writing anyway, so he can walk with you to get a bite to eat.
After grabbing your trays you set them on a near table. You go to sit down but pause when Levi does not.
"I should go eat in my office. There's still so much to do."
"So I am a distraction?" You're partly playing.
"Never." He tells you, reaching out a hand to pat your head, making you smile at least.
"I can't stop thinking about what you said, and I know we haven't even had a decent conversation lately." He says.
"Oh, I didn't mean anything." You hadn't meant for that to come out.
"Well, I'm glad you said it, anyway. You're not wrong."
"I know it's just work."
"I hate that it's getting in our way. We have my favorites talks, I could do it for hours." In fact, you had, which was part of what you were missing. "When you're done, stop back by, okay? If you're not too tired. It's okay if it's late, I'm gonna try to get ahead on things."
If for now the only place you can meet is in the hallways or in his office then that's what you would take.
"I wouldn't miss it." You promise.
Before parting Levi pulls you in for a hug, and your arms wrap around him right there in the mess hall.
"You're the best type of distraction." This makes you chuckle.
You continue your day and it is late before you finish with everything and you take a quick shower before going to see if Levi is still active.
You knock and wait for an answer, pushing the door open and giving a light gasp.
Levi is sitting in his chair with a book, and you see he's been waiting for you.
The room is dark and both the lounge and desk have been pushed back so a blanket could be laid out on the floor with extra pillows set up. There's flowers at diagonal ends and tall candles across from them, a couple plates of petit fours in two spots and tea is set up for both of you on a tray in the middle.
"Hey." Levi greets, hoping you like the spontaneous late night date.
"Expecting someone?" You joke, but are very surprised and don't hide your smile.
He walks over and shuts the door behind you. "Actually, yes." Your eyes widen when his hand grips your neck and suddenly he's giving you your most tender kiss yet. Your fingers reach up to circle his wrist so it doesn't knock you off your feet.
Levi barely pulls away. "I've missed that."
You just hum, and Levi isn't sure if your cheeks are heating up or it's the candle light giving you this color, but you're attractive either way.
He sets you in your spot before sitting across from you, and you share tea and dessert until almost dawn.
The conversation is not littered with insignificant gossip but finally consists of thoughts and ideas, things you would like to do going forward, both in life and with each other. It's easy and neither of you hold back. You support each other, listen, ask questions, share any worries and even challenge one another, ending by making sure the other knows you fully accept them. This is exactly what you've both been wanting.
"To think, we were almost stuck in a rut already." You grin.
Levi smiles back. "Can't let that happen." This was now his absolute favorite night.
After cleaning up there's just enough time for maybe a couple hours sleep, one more sweet kiss before going to your rooms.
You're both still very busy, and you steal simple moments together in passing in crowded hallways or in the yard if Levi is going out on patrol. Even these small things confuse people, seeing Captain Levi being affectionate, but the ones that know you think it's pretty cute that you are happy together.
It's to the point that Levi has set up daily naptime for you on his chaise whenever you have some time. He wants you there and you want to be there. Reading, sleeping, just being near him. There's a blanket and extra pillow always ready, and he's even rearranged both the lounge and his desk to have you closer to him, making it easier for him to lean over for a quick kiss or shoulder rub.
It's true that you really do distract him when he notices how adorable you are when falling asleep or now that he takes a little longer lunch then before so he can talk with you. It's not as intimate as date night, but it's still nice. He assures you he works better now that you at least get to see each other some.
He manages a few minutes to doze off himself at times, leaning back in his chair and propping his feet up by yours. It's not the best position, but it does the trick. It makes your heart happy when you wake with his legs tangled with yours, trying not to disturb him with movement because you know he won't be asleep for long.
Some days you fall asleep waiting for Levi to come back from whatever assignment Erwin has given him or don't get any time at all together because Hange has requested you for longer than usual.
"It looks like we can get away tomorrow, for a little while at least." He tells you one day.
You groan. "I'm on duty with Sasha tomorrow."
This was getting almost laughable. Neither of you can believe your luck. You're starting to believe it'll be office interactions forever.
"We'll see about that." Levi has finally snapped and tells you to stay here while confronting Hange about your schedule, and Erwin about this own.
Though you both relish the part of your routine that gives you some quiet time together, he needs it to be outside this office.
"Erwin! I'm done, you understand me? No more damn paperwork, no patrol, you get someone else tomorrow." He's dead serious, bursting into the commanders office.
Erwin knows he's been giving his most trusted comrade a lot of tasks, but they need to be done and Levi always seems up to it.
"Okay Levi, that's fine, whatever you need." He now sees the toll it is taking and doesn't want it to get worse.
"Hange! Sasha is going to need another partner tomorrow!" Levi tells the one he's usually paired up with during missions after finding them.
"What? But, I need-" Hange doesn't get far.
"Better start looking!" He's already walking away.
You help Levi get the remaining paperwork in order and both call it an early night to prepare for a day out together.
The next morning you've slept a little later than usual since you have the whole day to yourselves. You put on the dress you had on the first time Levi asked you out. He brings you a box of your favorite cookies and gives you a good morning kiss.
"You look beautiful." This might be his favorite dress you own.
"You look pretty handsome yourself." You always think Levi looks quite dashing.
On your way to grab a quick breakfast you run into Jean.
"You owe me." He's offered to help Miche with anything Levi hasn't finished.
"I'll make it up to you." You give him a quick hug.
"Have fun today."
"Thanks! And, tell Connie thanks too, yeah?" You think Hange will regret putting him and Sasha together, but that's not your worry.
Levi nods to your friend as he puts his arm around you, leading you out.
Levi doesn't scare Jean as much as he used to now that you're with him.
"Kirstein!" Miche, however, is a different story.
Your day is full with a long trail walk and Levi rowing you around the lake in a kayak. He's set up outdoor picnic lunch and when you finish you lay together on a blanket and continue your intimate talk. A flock of ducks invades the area and you give them scraps before Levi starts shooing them away when there is no more and they start to make a mess. On the way back you stop for ice cream and watch a group of kids enjoying the park, getting on the swing set yourselves at one point.
Later, the pillow and blanket still stay on Levis office chaise for impromptu afternoon nap sessions, and he gets sad when you're too busy to stay. When you aren't too tired, there's more late night tea talks too.
Your outdoor adventures also continue, with your superiors making sure to give you days off together now.
a/n- This was not the original idea and I kept trying to fix it but kept straying further and just wanted an ending. Hopefully it turns out okay anyway and I'm just overthinking. Maybe we'll turn date day into a fic. Working on the original idea and something else I think will be A++
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The 101 Deaths of Danny Phantom
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One of the first things people learned about dealing with ghosts, other than not to try and date them, is to never asks about their death or obsessions. That doesnât mean the citizens of Amity Park arenât curious though, especially about their resident ghostly hero and the confusing and concerning comments he sometimes makes.
âAre you okay?â Phantom asked Maisie as she shook and tried to hold back tears after that car had almost slammed into her. She sometimes joked about getting hit crossing the street of her college campus to pay her obnoxious loans but it was another thing entirely to almost experience it herself. Maisie was nearly twenty, she shouldnât be comforted by someone younger than her little step sister but here she was, shaking like a lead and leaning into Phantomâs comforting, chilly touch.Â
âSorry,â she stuttered, âthank you, Iâm sorry Iâm just-â
âHey, itâs okay to be upset that was very scary. The thought of dying is very scary.â Through her adrenaline and her tears, she took in the ghostâs unnatural glow, his faded, barely visible appearance and the fact that he was floating a foot off the ground. Maisie knows this ghost, this boy, knows more than she ever could about death.Â
âAnd getting run over by a car sure is a bad way to go,â the ghost kid chuckled awkwardly, taking his cold hand off her shoulder to scratch at the back of his neck. âYou should see how my dad drives or my mom or my sister if sheâs running late enough,â Phantom paused in thought. âNo one in my family should have a license now that I think about it. Anyway,â he dismissed with a wave.Â
âMy sister and I were getting ready to head out to school and my dad was backing out of driveway too fast and didnât see us and uh, luckily I got my sister out of the way in time haha,â Phantom trailed off awkwardly. Was it because of the uncomfortable conversation or because he noticed her dawning horror.
Her best friend ran the community collegeâs Phan club so Maisie was a member by default. Phantomâs death was sometimes talked about late at night, everything from wrongful murder to a freak accident. She never in her worst nightmares imagined being him being runover in front of his own house by parental ignorance. It was so normal, a quick mistake and a life lost.
âOh my god,â he said with an adorable little green blush. âWhy am I babbling about that? You almost got hit by a car, Iâm probably retraumatizing you or something. I should probably go get the jerk who almost hit you,â he said before disappearing into thin air.Â
âTia is not going to believe this,â she whispered to no one. All she knew is that for the rest of her damned life she was going to look both ways when crossing the street. Sheâd seen first hand what a single moment of reckless driving could cause.
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Matthew, not Matt or Matty or Hughie, Matthew shivered from the cold. He was only in his boxers with little Pacman on them. It had been fine when heâd gone to bed considering it was mid-August but Phantom and this stupid flaming mecha ghost had tussled outside the summer camp he was working at. He could see some of the kids snickering at his state of undress though he was just extremely glad they were alive enough to disrespect him like this.
âOh man, Iâm sorry,â the ghost kid said with big, sad eyes that looked so human despite the fact that they were literally glowing. He looked around at all the snow and ice left over from his fight. âJeez you guys must be freezing, I wish I could warm you all up but all I can do is make things colder.â
âSâokay,â Matthew said through his chattering teeth. âTeaching the kids how to start a fire was supposed to be next week but we can get a jump on it.â That got a smile out of the ghost and within a half hour, the other counselors were distributing blankets and hot beverages to the kids clustered around multiple fires. They didnât seem particularly upset by the potentially fatal attack, Matthew will breakdown about that at a later time when he was alone. For now, he just smiled as the children chattered happily with the ghost while he cleaned up as much of the damage as possible.
âSo you spend all day fighting ghosts?â Zoe asked with stars in her eyes.
âA lot of the nights too,â Phantom nodded, âI do other stuff but yeah it seems ghost fighting takes up most of my time.â
âWhereâd you learn those cool powers?â Zuri asked, miming a punch.
âComes with being a ghost,â Phantom shrugged, âmy ice powers came in later though so I still struggle a bit with them but Iâm getting better every day.â
âWhy ice though?â Morris said with his cocked curiously to the side. âI see some ghosts use fire or shadows, why do you have ice?â
âAh thatâs a little personal,â Phantom chuckled but his posture was easy despite the invasive question. âSpecialty powers like my ice require special circumstances and a certain uh connection to the ghost. Someone like me couldnât use fire or electricity or plants, ice is in my soul, itâs who I am.â
Matthew paused in drinking his lukewarm coffee as a horrible thought came to mind. Heâs been an outdoorsman all his life, practically from the time he could walk. Heâd been a deep woods camping guide for a decade before switching to working at summer camps. But the years working in the relative comfort of a stable camp didnât erase his knowledge of how unforgiving and deadly the woods in the winter could be. A grown man, much less a young teen, would freeze to death in 20 minutes if it was cold enough.Â
It made sense for ghosts to develop powers related to their deaths. Had Phantom been one of the dozens of unfortunate kids he read about every year who ran away in the middle of winter only to found later as a frozen corpse. He eyed the boyâs snow white hair and frigid aura he exuded with mournful trepidation. God, what a horrible way to die.Â
âIâd get chilly with ice powers,â Tabby said with a shudder, she held out her cup of cocoa. âYou want some of my cocoa to warm you up?â
âNo thanks,â Phantom said with a soft smile that was warm despite everything. âThe cold hasnât bothered me for a while.â
XxX
Ghost attacks may be the norm but, if there was one good thing that came out of whole mess it was the fact that violent human crimes went down drastically. So when the rare murder did happen, the shock and fear rippled through the whole town.Â
Stanford Newton had only been sheriff of Amity Park for eight months after the last guy had gone gray overnight and moved to Florida the next day. It was a daunting position but one he bore proudly. This wouldnât be his first murder investigation having initially cut his teeth as a beat cop in Chicago but it would be the first in Amity. And it certainly was the first in which the dead served in an active capacity.
âAmanda Chastain, 27. Officially she was a waitress down at Spenglerâs Diner but sheâs been picked up for prostitution twice in the last year,â Stan said calmly, ignoring the cold, angry presence over his shoulder. âHistory of polysubstance abuse as well, not that either of those things mean she deserved this.â Used, beaten to death and then dumped in the trash like yesterdayâs paper.Â
He wondered if sheâd come back a ghost or if sheâd finally get some peace this world hadnât offered her. âWe donât have many leads right now, Iâm afraid. Acting illegally as they are, thereâs not a lot of resources these poor girls have to turn to.â
âIâll find them,â The Phantom said with blazing conviction, his voice thick and sharp as ice. âIâll find and bring them to justice and make sure no one else is hurt again.â
âI believe you,â Stan nodded, shutting his notebook as he finally turned to face the teenage superhero haunting his town. He canât say he liked what he saw. The Phantom looked even less human than usual, his aura flaring and flickering like the foggy mist before a heavy snowstorm. His unnatural green eyes glowered, painting his too young face in a terrifying light.Â
The kid looked furious, clearly taking this death to heart. Heâd read the Fentonâs memos about obsessions and such but this seemed beyond that. âBut donât hurt anyone to do it, or yourself while youâre at it.â
âI wonât, Iâll make sure theyâll face human justice and donât worry,â Phantom gave a snarling smile. âNo mortal can hurt me, not like this,â he growled causing the hairs on Stanâs arms and neck to stand on end. He flew off after that, presumably to track down Amandaâs killer.
âNot like this,â Stan mumbled to him, pulling out his handkerchief and wiping his brow where a cold sweat had broken out. âJesus Christ that poor kid.â Stan had seen plenty of murdered and mutilated bodies in his lifetime, some of them even kids. He just never got to talk to them after theyâd had their life forcibly snatched away. It would explain the ghostâs near fanatical determination to save others, why he took a strangerâs murder so personally.Â
âI hope your own murderer is behind bars,â Stan said as he tucked his handkerchief back into his coat pocket. âOr even six feet under, for killing a good kid like you.â Stan made his way back to his squad car so he could head back to the station and move forward with the official investigation. But heâd eat his hat if there wasnât a stammering lowlife there by tomorrow ready to turn themselves in.
 Maybe after all this was settled down, heâd delve into some of the cold cases stacked in the cellar. Maybe in there heâll find a picture of a smiling, carefree teen whoâd disappeared and returned with the power now to ensure no one else suffered as he had.
XxX
âYes, I know about the Phantom,â Luis Oliveira will say to anyone who so much as brings up the ghost kid. Locals know better by now but the tourists eat it up every time. He twists his finely combed mustache and gestures to the floor where his audience is standing. âHe died right there oh ten or eleven years ago.â
Luis has worked his way all across the the United States since he emigrated from Brazil in the 70s. He finally settled in Amity Park about twelve years ago. Heâd never intended to stay in the small Midwest town but the fatal shooting of a young customer kept his little corner market open.
âHe was a nice kid, always said hi to me and paid in exact change. Was big fan of the snacks I made, would stop by after school and take half my inventory. He had big brown eyes and a crooked nose,â Luis would smile at the memory before closing his eyes and frowning sadly. âOne day, he came late. His teacher made him stay after to go over a failed test, I remember he complained. He was pulling out his money when robber burst in, demanding my money. I fumbled for the register key, dropped it. I bent down to grab it and I hear shots going off. Two over my head, another right into the boyâs throat.â
Luis will hear the sound of that sweet boyâs guttural choking sounds as he drowned in his own blood until the day he himself died. The robber left after the shot, Luis called the police and held the young manâs hand as he died. The would be thief were never found and Luis never did learn anything about the boy whoâd died on his floor for getting hungry after school.
âAs soon as I saw Phantom on the TV,â Luis would say, perking up after his moment of somber grief, âI knew it was that boy come back. Those kind eyes, Iâd recognize them anywhere. Heâs never come here but one day he will and I will be able to pass on my regret on not being able to save his life that day.â
XxX
âI think he killed himself,â Mikey whispered to Lester during lunch period, angling his voice low. âThe jocks may love Phantom for his powers but I just know he was one of us, an unwanted nerd. Iâve seen him chatting up a ghost Iâm pretty sure is Poindexter, Casperâs suicide kid. Theyâre probably bonding over their similar deaths and the circumstances that led to it.â
âThatâs pretty dark,â Lester whispered back. âI also get unpopular vibes from him but I donât think heâs the time do uh do that to himself; heâs too stubborn and protective. But I bet he was the victim of a prank gone wrong. Dash locked Fenton in the Janitorâs closet last Wednesday, he got out okay somehow but maybe something like that happened to Phantom. He always looks kind of annoyed at the A-listers, maybe they remind him of old bullies.â
âNuh-uh,â Clara said, pushing up her glasses with her middle finger. âThe ghost kid totally got electrocuted or something. He was fighting that weather ghost and he sent lightning bolts his way and Phantom flinched. He fought the Ghost King and yet a little electricity scares him? It might notâve even been a lightning strike but something manmade like a machine backfiring or something.â
âGet real,â Mikey scoffed, sipping his milk with an eyeroll. âIâm sure weâd have heard about some poor kid getting zapped to death; this town isnât that big.â
âWeâd have heard about a suicide too,â Lester noted with a wry grin.
âShut up Mr. I base my theories around Fenton whoâs a known weirdoâ.
XxX
âIâm telling you, the ghost kid died of some debilitating illness,â Abbie McMillian, retired school teacher and three year reigning champ at the Tristate areaâs Daylily Competition. She sipped her tea and spoke with as much confidence as she had back in the day wrangling Amityâs impressionable youths. âThe superhero thing is clear wish childhood fulfillment, a chance to live and be free like he never got to in life. You see how happy and carefree that young man looks while flying? Clearly he spent his formative years sick and weak.â
âNo way,â Greta von Martin frowned as she aggressively stirred her own tea to show her displeasure. âI worked in a hospital for close to 30 years and I know what chronically sick kids look like and Phantom doesnât fit the bill. I will agree heâs carefree when heâs not battling spooks but he acts like a stupid teen. Iâm telling you, the boy got into his parentâs liquor cabinet or took a few too many of whatever pill was going around his school. Tragic but something that happens every day.â
âGreta, dearie,â Abbie said with a pinched frown. âWeâve been friends since grade school and I love you like a sister but you are wrong and until you admit it, I wonât share anymore of my recipes.â
âYouâre just being stubborn because you canât see whatâs right in front of you even after working with kids half of your life, Abbie, love,â Greta sniffed. âAnd you can kiss my grandsonâs help weeding you garden goodbye until you relent.â
XxX
Perhaps one of the most human traits is curiosity, especially about what comes after death. Now the good people of Amity Park know a great deal about the dead so the lives before is what attracts their attention and none so more than the ghost boy. Maybe itâs because heâs their hero or maybe itâs because heâs so young. Or perhaps itâs because Phantom is such a mess of contradictions that itâs very hard to guess how the unfortunate boy met his end. But everyone has their own theories, from the mundane to the fantastic, some with evidence backing them up and others pure poppycock.Â
But for all their curiosity, as much as it burns them to know, theyâll never ask. They donât want to risk the powerful ghostâs wrath but, moreover, it seemed in poor taste. The boy risked his afterlife to keep them safe, they couldnât ask what traumatic and miserable circumstances had led to this point.
And besides, it was so much more fun to look up at ghostly figure as he sped through the skies and wonder.
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When we last left the clan, Justice grew up very badly, but had recovered after some kind words from the Therapist. He even managed to charm a townie babe named Genesis. Mercy failed to make friends, but succeeded in keeping her parents alive for another day.Â
How will the addition of Genesis to the household change the familyâs dynamic?
âHello hello and welcome back to another day in paradise. This is Ajay, bringing the blues and the news.â
âOur annual Winter Clothing Drive is happening all this week. Pitsop Valley citizens are welcome to drop of childrenâs coats, hats and gloves here at the station, or over at the 24 Hour Gas Station.â
âMeditation, according to some in the community, has proven to be an excellent hunger deterrent on those days when you just canât help but go H.A.M. on your daily food ration.â
Next up is Red Red Wine by-
âUGH if I have to hear that song one more time, Iâm going to kill myself!â
âBenji, turn it off!â
âWhat! Itâs not a bad song, whatâs the deal guys?â
âBenji, those djâs are ancient and they play ancient old people music. They played this song 3 times this week already! And they donât even do fun games like Whose Bark Is It Anyway anymore.
And everyone knows about mediation already, duh. Like, out of touch, much?âÂ
âWhat, you think you can do any better? Itâs not like we would know about any new music coming out.â
"No, but someone who isnât a million years old could make better choices. AND, they could report some actual news. Like about all of the old people wandering out of their homes and disappearing and not coming back. Like, thatâs really messed up! Why is no one talking about it!â
âOkay, fair. You think you can do a better job then?â
âIâm not gonna just take their jobs....but maybe they need an intern? Thatâs a thing, right? Benny doesnât need me around her to look after him, heâs older now.Â
Iâm going to go by there tomorrow and see if they need someone to like, organize the records or something.â
~~~
Genesis Dennis (the heirâs spouse apparent), moves in with a not insignificant amount of money.
She also has the marvelously easy Knowledge aspiration. Bless you Genesis.
....and a job? Genesis is in the medical profession. The income from that job will be helpful until she finds a job in Education (the next restriction to be cleared).
âHope, I am reading these articles youâve written during your time as the Chief of Staff at St. Circeâs.Â
Is it true that the community of Pitstop Valley cleaned the water reserves using bacteria that have been treated with mildly antibiotic salts?â
âHmm? Oh yes, I was writing all kinds of things back then. I considered myself quite the intellectual, ha!â
âBut thatâs incredible! Why didnât this article get more traction? Why didnât the proper repairs get made to the pipes? This article is over 20 years old now.â
âOh, you know, journalism around here....day late and a dollar short. And usually biased, if not outright wrong.â
Genesis is lucky to have access to the computer at all. Patrick continues to hog it day and night, working on his book of recipes.
Genesis has other ways of spending her time however. Using the money she had when moving in, her first purchase in the household is her very own telescope. Significantly more solidary than her husband-to-be Justice, she is content to stay outside all night, searching the skies.
Technically, she is not supposed to use it prior to the Natural Science restriction being cleared (too cloudy to see anything). But whether or not there are stars to be seen, Genesis rolls a want to look at the skies just about every day. So a concession was made.
Plus, what would the Science hobby leader do if there werenât people for him to bother?
Mercy, without the burdens of school, has taken on the daily responsibly of making sure her parents donât die prematurely. Undirectable elders do not seem to prioritize the more important needs.
âMom, have you eaten today?â
âHm? What time is it? Is it breakfast?â
âNo mom, itâs nighttime, and you can eat whatever you want, it doesnât matter if itâs breakfast time or not. When is the last time you ate?â
âPatrick! I know you have not been cooking much lately, but do you mind if I take a peek at your famous konnyaku beef recipe? Iâve been dying to see what the secret ingredient is.â
âYou know, Iâve been wanting someone to appreciate konnyaku as much as I do - letâs look at the computer. Do you have a pen and paper?â
âYou know Justice, I quite like that little lady of yours! Itâs nice to be appreciated.
I can tell that she didnât make the pancakes though. You need to press the silken tofu before adding it in, or there will be too much liquid...â
Justiceâs mental break upon entering adulthood cast a long shadow. His confidence in himself and his relationships to others is still a bit shaken.
âMom, this is maybe a weird thing for me to talk about with you but...Iâm a little intimidated by Genesis. Sheâs like, so smart and cool and we definitely get along in one very important way...heh. But I feel like a total dope in comparison. I mean, sheâs a doctor! Iâm just dumb jock.â
âJustice, dear, she likes you. She would not be here if she did not.Â
I know that you missed out on a lot of school, and I am sorry for that. But Genesis does not seem to disparage you for that. I just donât think that your worries are founded Justice. Go easy on yourself.â
A couch was purchased for the bar area on the third floor. The elderly residents of the Springs-Eternal household seem to gravitate toward any Comfort object that is *not* a bed, even when their needs are in the red.
Despite being a fair sounding board for her eldest, Hope lacks foresight in other aspects of life.
âOh dear, this couch is just so uncomfortable. But I am so tired! But Iâm already up here...â
Though heâs a little insecure in his relationship, things are moving along on the job front for Justice.
He still has a ways to go however.
Once the Education career becomes available, Genesis will begin working on that restriction. For now, sheâll keep her Medical job and looks to the stars in her spare time.
And spend quality time with her beau Justice, of course.
....Hopeâs lack of boundaries not withstanding.Â
Yes - very normal family boundaries in the Springs-Eternal household.Â
âSo J, when are you and Genesis the Genius getting hitched?â
â*slorble mufhsh slrop* - hm, what?â
âGenesis, the girl you invited to live in our house, when will you be making an honest woman of her?â
â...â
âJustice! DAD! Dad, please say something to him!â
âIâm not getting involved Mercy, please.â
"What have you been reading lately, Genesis? I usually see you with your nose in a book.â
"Well, itâs a little embarrassing, but I was just reading your thesis paper.Â
Your research on the mood-altering affects of connection-based sim-to-sim interaction could totally revolutionize the emotional component of learning, you know?
I am afraid that Iâm not much of a social butterfly myself, but I am trying to learn the how and why of this approach. It cannot be underestimated how much children today require emotional support in addition to being taught standard subjects. Collective trauma impairs cognitive growth, most especially in the ages 3-10, but significantly beyond that as well.Â
Did you happen to keep a record of the raw data?â
âIf you mean love notes I received from boyfriends from the dates I went on, I think I do. Let me look around...âÂ
"Iâm off to work Gen! We are having a pull-up contest at work. Fingers crossed for me that I can beat 90! Love ya babe!â
Actual doctor Genesis Dennis heads off to treat the sick and aged, while her muscle-bound boyfriend plays sports.
Justiceâs first chance card. Justice chooses the risky option.
Success!Â
Soon after Genesis gets a chance card as well.
Dang. Well, more time with the telescope for her then.
Meanwhile, Mercy tops out the Logic skill. Not needed for her future Military career, but useful none the less.
Justiceâs lucky pick for the chance card grants him a promotion!
Genesisâs choice does not, but she does bring home that sour-faced coworker that Hope used to bring home sometimes.
Heâs still as taciturn as ever.
âMaybe Iâve done what I can in the medical field. I know it might seem like it would be putting my medical education to waste, but there are so many people in this community who didnât have the advantages I had in education.
Plus, once you vomit on a patient after smelling their gangrenous limb that youâre trying to saw off, you start to consider if youâre in the right line of work at all. Perhaps itâs time for a career change.â
âDAD, HI, gonna stop you before you go to the computer again.Â
You eat today? You look dead tired too - did you sleep in a bed recently? I know that couch by the bar is pretty cool and all, but did you see that the Murphy bed has fresh sheets, hmm?â
âMercy please, I am halfway through my pistachio pesto recipe, and I canât -â
âNow doesnât that sound like, so fab, you should go make it! Right now! And then eat it, you know? With some whole wheat pasta? Isnât eating a meal (or 3) each day just like, totes a great idea?â
Patrick, instead of heeding Mercyâs veiled advice to eat a meal, prefers to raise his Hunger motives by drinking at the bar. Itâs not a good idea, nor is it very effective.
Though both of their needs are almost always yellow or worse, Hope and Patrick make each other a top priority.
âPatrick, that coat is great! Is it new?â
âIt is new, my vegetable frittata! It also seems to help with the wind and the chill when I am dancing out on the patio.â
âWhy, that is fabulous! I ought to get one of those.â
âWhatcha reading Genesis?â
âOh, itâs marvelous! Have you ever heard of The Body Keeps the Score?â Here, let me read you this passage:Â
âSadly, our educational system, as well as many of the methods that profess to treat trauma, tend to bypass this emotional-engagement system and focus instead on recruiting the cognitive capacities of the mind. Despite the well-documented effects of anger, fear, and anxiety on the ability to reason, many programs continue to ignore the need to engage the safety system of the brain before trying to promote new ways of thinking. The last things that should be cut from school schedules are chorus, physical education, recess, and anything else involving movement, play, and joyful engagement.âÂ
This is what I have been studying. Iâm looking to go into the Education field and start from the bottom-up. I think that though current teachers are intimidated by all of the work that has to be done to reintroduce older students back into schools, that thereâs an opening to begin with extracurriculars like this. It will get teens to have something to do that isnât graded, no expectations. And it will, subversively, gentle them back into learning.Â
People your age have experienced a lot of stress after the Fall. Far more than should be experienced by any adult, much less a child.Â
What do you think?âÂ
âJ, you gotta put a baby in your lady or get her to walk outside or something. Sheâs been a hamster on a wheel with all of the studying.â
Mercy might just be picking on her older brother because sheâs feeling insecure.
âA zit! AUGH! Not on me!â
She really needs some friends her own age and luckily, this teenaged townie walks by.
Two! Two townies!Â
Mercyâs sardonic sense of humor usually goes over well at first.
....and itâs downhill after that.
âListen, you need my help. The hair clipped on top of the head is not a good look, not for you. What is this, 2007?
If my auntie Rishell has taught me anything, itâs that objective fashion advice should always be expressed, for the betterment of the hair and outfits of the people around you. You know?â
âUm...I think my mom is calling me for dinner...me and my awful hair gotta go...â
Justice is moving right up the Athletic career track! Go Justice go!
âWith the inclusion of my dance aerobics in our practice, collective inspiratory reserve volume is up 15%! The key is consistency, and the 5 minute anaerobic burst to challenge and condition heart rate. My coach says we are even getting faster!â
âHope dearie, did you want to play Imagination Vacation?...Hope?â
Hope is, for once, asleep in an actual bed.
Genesis, with all of her fancy book learning, proves to be a much better cook than Justice.Â
Not that that does much good if the undirectable elders of the household refuse to eat.
âDad, look! Genesis made burgers! Can I leave this next to the computer for you?â
âHm? Ah, yes yes, but just leave it, I am working. Do you happen to remember what I used as a buttermilk substitute for my biscuits and gravy?â
Justice and Genesis donât quite have the kind of relationship that Hope and Patrick do.Â
âGenesis?â
â....â
âGenesis, uh, dear?â
â-oh! Yes sorry, whatâs up?â
âUm...did you enjoy your burger?â
âUh, yes? Sorry J, Iâm just a bit distracted.â
"Mercy, did you leave a bag of chips in the bed with me while I was asleep? And a can of nuts at the bar?â
âHey hey ho ho, that could not have been me! Ha ha! What a silly thing to do! But...did you eat them? Because I wasnât saving them. Itâs cool if you ate them.â
But as she does most days, Hope waits until her Hunger bar is orange and then has a liquid lunch.
ââYou donât relate well to other people Mercyâ, âStop being so antagonistic Mercyââ
âThatâs what I think about making friends! Who needs em.â
â....*sigh* hey Genesis, what dork nonfiction are you reading now?â
âOh, hello! Iâm taking a break from all of the reading and just reading Slaughterhouse 5.â
âFinally, you do something normal. What chapter are you on?â
Justice gets another promotion!
He finds Genesis and encourages her to discuss his career moves, upstairs.
âYeah, itâs cool! I wasnât talking to Genesis or anything. Itâs not like I wanted to talk to her! HAhahaha! Goodbye! I guess! Ha!â
Itâs high time that Genesis and Justice get started on gen 3.
And to make it official of course! Though neither of them rolled a want for it.
âCanât go upstairs because Justice is boinking Genesis. Canât use the bathroom outside because Dad finally decided to pee after needing to for hours....I hate this family.â
Max the dog: *agrees*
Being a Fortune sim, Justice occasionally wants expensive things that either cannot be afforded, or break a restriction.
But an expensive car is something that can be bought with no penalty. The housesâ new ride is a former cop car.Â
They may as well spend money on expensive objects. As itâs Monday again, and therefore 60% of the householdâs income goes to the mob.
___
After what has been days and days, Genesis finally finds an opening in the Education career. She quits her Medicine job.
EducationÂ
All the major school systems are in ruins. Education is all but gone from the region. All that is left is a small gathering of teachers in a safe house to teach the younger Sims the basics.Â
- Sims children may attend school as normal
- Sim teenagers may not attend school at all.Sims may not attend college. (This restriction applies even if military is lifted)
- Sims may not teach other Sims skills via career rewards
- Sims may not "pass on" learned business perks to other Sims.
- While the Education restriction is in place, any child sim that grows into a teenager must roll for their new aspiration as per the Legacy Challenge rules.
- You may not change your sim's aspirations in any way.
- Once you lift the Education restriction, you may once again choose your sims's aspirations and change them as you please, provided you can use the Re-Nu-Yu sphere.
Though Genesis did have to start at the very bottom of the Education career, she does happen to get a promotion on her first day. Baby steps!
And Justice is promoted as well!
âHey Mom, race you outside for a snowball fight!â
âMOM?!â
Hope has lived to the ripe old age of 79, in a post-apocalyptic world. Though she will be missed, no one can say she did not live a full life.
âOh hello! My, I do love your necklace. I have a friend, Rishell, who loves accessories and hats and jewelry and all that. Do you know her?â
Hope clearly had a favorite child. And was even able to provide some $$$ to her old boyfriends!
The founder is dead. What is in store for the family next?
How will Patrick cope with his wifeâs death? How will Mercy? Will Justice and Genesis find common ground, so that they can connect on a deeper level?Â
Until next time, Carry On, Woman!
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HSAU: College Part 1
Previously on HSAU
Morning started the same, every day, rain or shine. Four thirty in the morning, the alarm beeped in the small attic room, and under one section of angled roof, where a pile of blankets slumbered, an arm would appear and slap around until the offending noise stopped. It was precise and methodical and never changed, six days a week.
Lexa ran her hands over her face after pushing off the blankets, but stayed in bed just a few seconds longer, orienting herself. Though it was still summer, the sky hadnât brightened just yet, and the night was disinterested in ending anytime soon. When she swung her legs over the edge of the bed, she stretched and cracked her joints and yawned before grabbing an old shirt to throw over her sports bra and slipping on a pair of shorts.
The fan in her window hummed along while the crickets outside groaned in the heat. Outside, the neighborhood she grew up in was quiet and still. A dog barked and calmed itself. No cars moved at all. Every picket fence and yard with signs and flags slumbered before dawn came, and Lexa was the first among the living.
July was awake before the dawn as well. It shook off the night from its coat and stretched forward and backward before loping into the streets, covering every surface with a few inches of thick heat. Without the sun, the heat rose up straight from the ground itself, radiating out into the world.
Lexa paused halfway through her run and tied her shoe as the light changed for no cars at all. As she stood she dried her forehead on her shoulder and started off again. Her run got insanely longer with the new summer route that took her out towards her uncleâs garage. For no reason at all.
âWhereâs Bear?â
âI let him sleep in,â Lexa smiled before distracting herself with wiping the sweat from her face with her old shirt. âI ran here though, so thatâs impressive.â
âYeah, I mean... no Bear though,â Clarke shrugged and hustled about the cafĂŠ, preparing for the opening.
It took just a second, but somewhere between flipping the sign on the door and moving to make the second round of coffee, Lexa grabbed her girlfriendâs arm and tugged her back, kissing her like she had been waiting to do since she started her run.
âYour mom still at that conference?â
âUntil Thursday.â
âWant me to help you pack?â
âWhy donât you let me actually pack and then come over to watch a movie or something,â Clarke chuckled and pushed at her girlfriendâs chest.
âI am a great helper.â
âNo youâre not,â she smiled and ran her hand up Lexaâs neck, pushing her body closer as she found herself stuck between the counter and her quarterback. âI could barely walk after the last time you came over to help.â
The words made her shiver, but Lexa grinned as she swallowed and ran her hands over Clarkeâs hips.
âBut you were way more relaxed.â
âI canât wait until practice starts again. You need to work off all that energy somewhere else.â
âHow about another training session tonight?â
The puppy dog eyes were in full effect, distracting her from everything else. The jingling of the bell at the door made them pull apart. Lexa smiled politely, clearing her throat as her girlfriend adjusted her apron.
Just a few more days, and they would be gone, away from the safety of their little town. The entire summer had been spent avoiding thinking about it too much, had been spent disappearing to float down the river, to watch movies much too late in Lexaâs room until her mother would come home late from work and politely remind them of the hour, to drop Aden off at his science camp and disappear together to the mountains and spend the day hiking, which inevitably ended with lounging in the shade atop the hill.
Lexa took her seat, at her table, and waited until Clarke finished with the first few customers of the morning. Miraculously, without even having to order, a water appeared, with a big bowl of oatmeal and fruit.
Just like nearly a year ago, the quarterback sat there and studied plays as the morning rush came and went. Most of her time was spent watching the girl with blonde hair and cheeks that had that damn smile.
For the life of her, Lexa couldnât figure out how she was going to find the motivation to run when she moved to New Haven.
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The evening was growing long in the tooth, but neither party could be bothered to let it end without a fight. And even though a mother made her presence known from time to time, it didnât deter the two sweethearts in the attic hideaway. Nothing really could, with the late-July heat settling on the roof, angry and annoyed.Â
âI donât think Iâve seen your room this clean ever before,â Clarke observed as she hunkered down on the bed while Lexa finished packing and straightening up. âIt wasnât ever dirty, it just feels⌠I donât know. Less lived in.âÂ
âI wasnât going to leave a mess for my mom.âÂ
âI know. I just donât like any of it.âÂ
âYouâll be doing the same thing in like six weeks.âÂ
âOh no. Iâm definitely leaving a mess for my mom.âÂ
Lexa chuckled and zipped up another duffle bag before tossing it on the pile. She gave her room a finally glance and felt a twinge of sadness in the base of her heart, a tiny little tug on her body that felt like she was already gone. She fell into her bed beside her girlfriend and smiled when a hand pushed hair away from her face.Â
âYouâre going to go across the country tomorrow,â Clarke whispered. âAnd I will miss you. But you are going to do something spectacular.âÂ
The quarterback slid her hand around Clarkeâs hip, her thumb touching the warm skin there. She liked the feeling of her, and she wanted to remember it.Â
âIâll miss you badly.âÂ
âObviously. Iâm incredibly missable.âÂ
Lexa smiled as Clarke held it there and kissed her eagerly, without holding anything back, to try to say what she couldnât. Hands gripped on her hips and she pushed forward toward Lexa. Hands moved to her neck and she dug her hands into her girlfriendâs hair.Â
âIâll come see you when you move in,â Lexa promised. âJust a three hour train ride and I can be there.âÂ
âAnd youâll work very hard earning that starting spot this summer. No distractions. And if you get a chance,â Clarke grinned and slide her hand up her girlfriendâs stomach. âTo get in shape.âÂ
âYou oogling me is really good motivation.âÂ
âI donât oogle,â Clarke shook her head as lips moved to her neck. She felt Lexa settle atop her and closed her eyes, pulling her closer, always closer. âI appreciate.âÂ
âYouâll have a good summer, right? Not miss me too much.âÂ
âIâll miss you plenty, but Iâll try.âÂ
âWill you, um,â Lexa pulled away slightly, her lips a little puffier, her eyes a little more dilated, her hands touching skin and aching for more. âWould you do me a favor?âÂ
âYour mom is still making dinner. We have like an hour before dinner. I plan on doing a few favors for you.âÂ
âNo, no, not that,â she shook her head. âWell. Kind of that. But I just⌠I want you to have a good time this summer, and not think about me. But while youâre doing that, could you watch out for Aden? He gets⌠he gets quiet sometimes. And my mom. She works too hard. I donât want to leave them.âÂ
Her eyes were a little glassy with the confession and Clarke pressed her hand to her chest and nodded with a smile before kissing her softly.Â
âIâll keep an eye on them.âÂ
âYou have no idea how good that is to hear.âÂ
âI can imagine.â
âAny favors I can do for you?â Lexa ventured with a smile.Â
âOne or two.âÂ
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It wasnât easy for the first week, but Clarke kept telling herself that if she could make it one week, then she could do it, without a doubt. As hard as it was, she clawed her way through the first seven days without Lexa almost intact and only cried a handful to a dozen times.Â
They survived with FaceTime and texts and calls. She got to see a lot of Lexaâs new world with tons of pictures and a lot of eager explanations, and Clarke made sure to keep plans with friends, electing to fake it and hopefully find some moments of happiness. And she did, swimming with friends, parties by the river, working at the cafĂŠ. It was all doable when she didnât take any time to think about it.Â
And every night when she talked with her girlfriend on the phone, Clarke had something to tell her that she did that day to keep herself busy. And she got to hear about how crazy training was, and how awesome the team was, and how exciting being on her own seemed to be. Clarke could handle listening to Lexa talk for hours.Â
But there was something she needed to do, and she waited until the first milestone of a week to muster up the courage to do it.Â
âClarke, honey, it is so good to see you,â Gabby opened the door and smiled, wiping her hands in the towel on her shoulder before hugging the girl at her door tightly.Â
âItâs good to see you, too,â Clarke sighed, melting into the motherly embrace.Â
âI hope youâre hungry. I made chicken.âÂ
âIs it cooked?âÂ
âHa ha. Very funny,â she rolled her eyes, grinning as she ushered her guest inside.Â
The house smelled warm and delicious, and somehow felt a little different without Lexaâs bag of gear by the door and her cleats clogging up the entryway. The noises were still the same, some music playing over the small radio on the kitchen counter and Adenâs music thumping overhead, but there wasnât a happy girl about to lope down the steps at the sound of the door and kiss the guest, and everyone knew it.Â
âHow have you been? Howâs summer so far?â Gabby asked as Clarke followed toward the kitchen.Â
âNot too bad. Normal stuff. Working and preparing to leave.âÂ
âAh, to be young and with the summer ahead,â she wistfully sighed before taking the chicken out of the oven.Â
Her phone rang, and Clarke saw the familiar pep in her step to answer it after she looked at the clock, familiar with the schedule Lexa liked to keep.Â
âHey, kid. How are you?â she smiled at her phone as her daughterâs face popped on the screen. âYour timing is great. Look who just showed up for dinner.âÂ
Clarke waved at her girlfriend from the counter earning a huge smile.Â
âMake sure the chicken is cooked,â Lexa offered. Â
âWay ahead of you.âÂ
âHow was practice today? You still sore in the shoulder?âÂ
âIt was great. I got some time in on the first line and had a really good film session. I just got back from dinner with a bunch of the guys. It was Shawnâs birthday, so we went to get a bite at this awesome Chinese place I canât wait to show you both.â
âAnd youâre back in the dorm by nine?âÂ
âA couple of the other guys went to grab drinks, but Iâve honestly never been more tired in my entire life, and we have a five call time tomorrow for conditioning.âÂ
âOkay, honey, well thanks for calling me. You should sleep.âÂ
âI will. Clarke, wake me up later so you can tell me all about dinner and your day?âÂ
âWeâll see,â she shrugged and smiled.Â
âIâll be half asleep but Iâm extra cute when Iâm half-asleep.âÂ
âItâs true,â Gabby nodded. âSheâs impossible to tolerate when sheâs awake.âÂ
âVery funny,â Lexa rolled her eyes. âI love you guys. Have a good dinner. Iâm sorry I missed it.âÂ
âGet some sleep,â they both ordered.Â
It was a good dinner. Clarke enjoyed her time with Lexaâs family as she always did, and she felt a little better that Lexa gave her something to do. Maybe it was a win-win all along, that Lexa got to make sure her family was watched, and Clarke would have something to do. She wasnât sure she could give Lexa all the credit for the plan, just that she was glad it worked out that way.Â
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It had been a long two months. Clarke felt every second of it, she thought, despite how busy she was preparing to move across the country. There was still work, and there was still time with friends, still the summer shenanigans sheâd come to love, still time with everyone else who was going their own ways as well.Â
It took forever and it went on in a blink. But by the time she got off the plane and picked up her luggage, she realized she didnât particularly miss home at all. As she stood on the curb and waited for an Uber, she wasnât as daunted by the idea of change as she had expected, but rather eager to embrace it all.Â
âExcuse me, maâam, youâre going to have to move along--â
Dumbfounded, Clarke stared at her girlfriend, who seemed to have somehow gotten taller and prettier in their time apart, standing next to an old truck. Clad in a backward blue ball cap and a torn up workout shirt that looked as if it was still dirty from a morning practice.Â
âWhat are you--?â Clarke began to ask before smiling too much and launching herself into her quarterbackâs arms.Â
It felt good, to feel Lexaâs arms around her waist, to smell the sun on her neck, to fit so snuggly there. Clarke squeezed with all of her might, kissing what she could smooshed there, with Lexaâs arms returning it, a laugh in her throat strangled from escaping.Â
Somehow Clarke realized her legs wrapped around Lexa and she was essentially a koala, latched there. She didnât care. She kissed her girlfriend, ignoring the honks of the cars and the swirling police that wanted to usher everyone along. She somehow became the person who missed another persons lips. It was infuriating.Â
âHow did you know?âÂ
âMy mom told me about your flight,â Lexa shrugged. âI borrowed a truck from one of the guys on the line. They think youâre hot.âÂ
âWell, thatâs⌠sweet, I guess.âÂ
âI couldnât wait to see you. Even if itâs just for a little bit.â
âYouâre getting soft on me, Woods.âÂ
âYeah,â she grinned, squeezing again. âI donât care. I knew no one would be here to take you to school.âÂ
âI was just going to uber or taxi.âÂ
âIâm going to be the person who takes you where you need to go, even if you donât ask or expect it, and not in as creepy a way as that sounds--â
She was silenced with another kiss as Clarke struggled to hide her smile.Â
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⤠made-up love song drabblesÂ
First meeting: Seokjinâs POV
kim seokjin x reader
warnings; none!Â
words; 2,443
âŞď¸ read the series here / and drabbles hereÂ
Seokjin was having the worst morning. He was usually in work by now. An early start to the day was the only way to start the day, so maybe thatâs why he was thrown for a loop right now. Everything that could go wrong had gone wrong. But he shouldnât think like that, after all, heâd promised Arin heâd take her to school this morning. He was embarrassed to admit this, but Arin had been living with him officially for six weeks and he hadnât once driven her here. It was unacceptable he knew that, but he was learning quickly that juggling a demanding job and being there for his daughter wasnât easy. Perhaps Nana had a pointâŚÂ
At the thought of his ex-wife, he grimaced, remembering the massive argument theyâd had two months ago. The one that had triggered Arinâs move. When it came to Nana he often found himself harsh with his words. Not that she wasnât with hers either. They had grown so used to lashing out at one another over the years it was hard to stop, even if their divorce was coming up to two years ago now. Thatâs what his therapist said anyway, and Seokjin just listened, knowing she was correct just unable to think of a way to change it, despite the countless advice Mrs. Shin had given him over the months, years.Â
He and Nana both worked hectic and testing jobs. They were alike it that way, ambitious and driven. Thatâs what had attracted him to her in the first place, yet it was the thing that had ruined them soon enough. With age, especially after the birth of Arin, he found himself mellowing out. He was no longer in such a rush to get to the top, or to be the best. Maybe that was hypocritical of him, seeing as a few years ago he had become CEO, taking his fatherâs place. There was no higher. He had nothing more to chase.Â
Nana continued to work long hours, motherhood not slowing her down in the slightest. Not that it should. Stereotypes werenât his style, but it was beyond frustrating when all he wanted to do was spend time together as a family and Nana was too busy preoccupied elsewhere. She loved Arin, he had never doubted that and never would, but sometimes his exasperation outweighed his rationality. When Arin had come to live with him he was so determined to prove Nana wrong. He could easily do both â work and be a father. Of course, he wasnât stupid, he had known heâd need help, and Misook was more than he could have ever asked for, but he had always been stubborn.Â
The weekends were great. On his he would organise a bunch of things for he and Arin to do, and on Nanaâs weekend heâd use the time to catch up on any work he had remaining from the week. Only, a fortnight ago Nana had cancelled the night before. Arin had been devastated obviously, there was video call of course, but it wasnât the same for a six year old. He had been left to pick up the pieces, not to mention he had fallen behind on paperwork â and still hadnât caught up. Â Hopefully this weekend would be better, but he wasnât holding his breath.Â
He sighed to himself as he fiddled with the handsfree. Why wasnât his cell phone connecting?! He knew he should have taken the other car. Weekdays were the most difficult. He just about saw Arin in the mornings and most evenings he came home past 6pm meaning he just had about enough time to eat dinner with her and catch up before it was time to get her ready for bed. It wasnât fair on her, she deserved more of his time and he missed her terribly, but time was extremely difficult to find. Thatâs why heâd driven her to school today, heâd been promising for weeks, ever since sheâd started at Primrose Hill actually. He didnât want to be a let-down.Â
Heâd chosen today, a Thursday, because it was thankfully a quiet morning. Well, had supposed to be a quiet morning. Soobinâs call just before heâd left home had not been something heâd wanted to receive. The web conference with Mr. Lee wasnât supposed to be until mid-morning but of course the impatient so-and-so had missed the memo â or just completely ignored it seemed more probable.Â
Seokjinâs headache grew worse at the thought of today. Heâd already popped two painkillers early this morning when Arin had woken him up prematurely by jumping up and down on his bed. She was excited, he understood that, but Christ was she loud at 5am. At least he knew she loved her new school, that was all that mattered. Heâd been so worried in the beginning, taking his time to choose a smaller school so she wouldnât be so overwhelmed. It worked out perfectly though. She adored Primrose Hill,  and her teacher actually, which he was thankful for. It was always Miss. Y/L/N this and Miss. Y/L/N that⌠Oh, that reminded him, there was that parent teacher meeting tomorrow afternoon. He couldnât miss that, no matter what was happening at the office. He was glad heâd had a test run today actually. Shamefully he hadnât been here in person yet, doing the entirety of the application process via phone call and the internet. The principal had understood, but that wasnât the point. He needed to do better. He was trying to do better.Â
This time he let out a yell of frustration as his phone told him yet again it had failed to connect via Bluetooth. He gave up, Mr. Lee would just have to wait until he was in the office to take his call. This was crazy, what on earth could the man want so early in the morning?! There was no emergency. He dropped his phone to his lap and started up the vehicle in haste, wasting no time in reversing out of the spot â Thump!
His car had collided with something. With his heart in his stomach he hit the brakes immediately, looking out the rear view mirror to see a white car. The something heâd hit. Shit. This day had just gone from bad to worse. Panicked, he drove forward, back into the space and turned the engine off quickly. He hopped out, acting on instinct, forgetting his phone was in his lap as it clattered to the floor. Thankfully the screen didnât smash, and he didnât stop, picking it up in a rush. No sooner had he come into view, the occupant of the white car was getting out of the driverâs seat too.Â
âAre you okay?â He asked you immediately, the panic shrill in his voice. He was always such a competent driver. The only time heâd ever sped was when Arin was about to be born, rushing Nana to the hospital at two in the morning after her waters had broken. Now look at him. What a mess.Â
He found himself babbling, not even giving you a chance to respond. âI am so sorry, Miss.â At that precise moment in time his phone started to ring again. âI really am. I wasââÂ
He had tried to ignore it, he really had, but the noise was just plain irritating and now he found himself quite mad. Stopping abruptly midsentence he let out a huff  and picked up. âKim Seokjin, speaking. Please can I ââ
âMr. Kim, where are you? Thereâs somethingââ Mr. Lee tried interrupting, but Seokjin wasnât having any of it.Â
âIâm sorry, but Iâm going to have to call you back. Thereâs been an emergency.âÂ
âAn emergency? What kind? It better not be to do with ââ
âThank you for understanding. Goodbye.â  Seokjin hung up quickly. Heâd deal with the consequences later. Not that heâd let that son of a bitch walk all over him. He never had. Immediately, his attention was back on you. There were pressing issues at hand here. âIâm just so sorry. Is there any damage?âÂ
He made his way over to the spot heâd hit, just above your back wheel and crouched down, inspecting the damage. âOh god.â He grimaced slightly. The paint was scratched pretty deep but luckily there were no dents. Still, heâd been foolish. This was entirely his fault.Â
âThe bike rack,â he muttered to himself, looking behind him at the culprit. It had taken the paint clean off. Brushing a hand through his hair, he noticed you were beside him now, still not having said a word. He caught a hint of your perfume, unconsciously noting how pleasant it was.Â
âWhat happened?â You asked him, your tone of voice taking him by surprise. You had every right to be angry of course, but couldnât you see how sincere he was being? He looked up, composing himself hopefully. âI-I was distracted for a moment, I didnât realiseââÂ
âWere you on your phone?â
âIâm sorry?â On cue the damn device started ringing again. Mr. Lee was on thin ice. He hit ignore straight away. âNo, no. God, no.â He protested, realising what you meant as he shoved the phone into the inside pocket of his jacket. He straightened up, standing directly opposite you now as you crossed your arms, waiting for his explanation it seemed. He couldnât help but notice the way you strained as tall as you could get. As if you were trying to appear imposing. Not that you werenât unnerving right now. It was just the action was pretty⌠No. He wasnât even going to think it because he didnât want to be at all condescending.Â
âI was â I was trying to get the handsfree to work in this damn car and last time I checked there was no one there.â Seokjin cringed at himself. He so obviously sounded flustered. He just couldnât help it. There was something about you that made him nervous, and it wasnât just because you looked so livid right now.  âI wasnât thinking, I just backed out ââ He stopped himself, suddenly realising something. âWhy⌠Why were you on stop directly behind me?âÂ
âExcuse me?â You instantly got defensive. âI wasnât stopped, I was trying to find a space.âÂ
Seokjin tried his best not to smile. Now it was your turn to try and not get flustered. The way your hands waved about animatedly as you spoke wasâŚcharming. Was that appropriate to say? You were watching him again, a look on your face that made him uneasy. Maybe it was because, and he hated to think this yet again, but maybe it was because you were so pretty. God, he sounded like a little kid. You were very attractive, did that make it sound any better? Probably not. Here you were well within your right to be mad at him, and here he was thinking such inappropriate thoughts about you. Well, that sounded weird. He didnât mean like that. He just thought you were really pretty. He was spiralling over nothing.Â
âIâm sorry, but do you even work here?âÂ
Your question threw him. âWork here? No.âÂ
âThen why are you using the teacherâs parking lot?âÂ
He watched as you folded your arms again and his eyes widened in horror as he realised his mistake.  âOh no. I didnât realiseâŚâ This was just great. Now he looked like an idiot. That or just plain rude.Â
âItâs signposted.âÂ
Yup, just plain rude it was.Â
âItâs my first time dropping off my daughter at this school. I didnât know where to go, and I was getting so many phone calls, I was just trying toâŚâ He petered out, realising it was no good trying to explain himself. You probably didnât care about his morning. âThereâs no excuses for this. Iâm truly sorry and I feel awful.â He apologised, lowering his head.  âLet me sort this out. Money is no object. I can call my mechanic straight away andââ
âThereâs no need,â you interrupted almost instantly, sounding baffled.Â
âItâs really no problem.â He insisted. âCome on, if we wait for our insurance companies to sort this out god knows how long it will take. No, Iâll phone the mechanic I use right now and they can come and pick your vehicle up. Itâll be fixed in no time. You wonât have to pay a thing.â He was only speaking the truth. Most insurance companies didnât even want to know.Â
âNo, thank you.â You voice sounded tight, clipped.Â
He could sense your irritation but couldnât understand why. âNo?âÂ
âI donât need your help or your money.â You declared.Â
Now, there was no need to be stubborn about it. Heâd phrased it wrong, admittedly. He wasnât flaunting his money around the place. At all. He was only trying to help. In fact, he needed to do this. It was his fault. âBut I did this.â Â
âItâs fine, just ââ You stopped when his phone started ringing again, glancing at the chest. âYouâre obviously very busy, just forget about it. Itâs a few scratches.âÂ
Turning your back to him you glanced at your watch. âWait,â he called out.
âGoodbye,â you called back, rounding the front of your car ready to dive back into the driverâs seat. Â
Seokjinâs frustration was about to hit its limit. Why wouldnât you listen to him, and why wouldnât his cell phone just shut the hell up?! âBut â Argh!â He let out a yell, the shrilling of his phone loud and he yanked it out of his pocket roughly.Â
It was his assistant. Mr. Lee was probably hounding him too. He picked up. âSoobin, what is it?!âÂ
âMr. Lee, heâs ââ
âYes, I already told him Iâm ââ
âHe said itâs extremely important. His suppliers are being difficult.âÂ
âWhat? He said they were reliable.â Seokjin ran a hand through his hair, feeling defeat wash through him. Today had beaten him and it was only 8am. As Soobinâs voice carried through the speaker, Seokjin watched you slam your door shut and whizz into one of the only parking spots.Â
It wouldnât sit right on his conscience if he left things like this, heâd damaged your car. He needed to make things right. Immediately. Or almost immediately. Heâd sort things out with Mr. Lee as fast as he could and then call Jimin. Yes, that sounded like a great idea. He actually found himself smiling a little as he watched you walk towards the school building, a determinedness in your stride that was indeed admirable. Youâd certainly left an impression, that was for sure.Â
The one heâd left on you, however, was embarrassingâŚÂ
Written 2020 - 2021.
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Confessions in a Drunken Night
Relationship(s):Â Gojo Satoru x F!Reader
Warnings:Â excessive drinking, mentions of sex (not related to drinking), getting drunk, job stress
Tags:Â communication is key
AO3 Link:Â here
Words:Â ~2k
Request:Â Â â Hey, I hope you're doing okay. I have read your scenarios and I fell in love with them They are so cute and adorable . If you take a request would you mind taking mine. About a f/reader who is depressed about her job pressure and Gojo not being home lately so she would be drinking at home not knowing that Gojo had arrived and was sleeping and he would wake up because of sound and he would find her saoul , and he would try to make up with her , with a lot of fluff please , thank you .â
You heard the door hurriedly slam from the other room and sighed. This was the third time just this week alone that date night was interrupted with you and your boyfriend, Satoru. Every time, he promised that nothing would come up, but every time something did. You didnât understand why exactly his job was so important for him to just leave like that. He was just a high school teacher.Â
You sighed again, then picked up the uneaten dinner you cooked for the both of you. You placed the food in containers for later, if there was a later with him. You might end up eating both portions by yourself. You finished up cleaning up the romantic date you had prepared, now incredibly sad and frustrated.Â
You started pouring yourself a glass of whiskey. You werenât a fan of the stuff straight, but tonight seemed like the night to drink. How many hours of overtime did you put in this week just to try to have an evening off to spend with your boyfriend? How much sleep did you lose just to stay ahead? How many times did your boss scoff because you asked off not one night, but three nights this week? Youâd be lucky if you could get another night off in a month after this week.Â
You sipped on the whiskey, cherishing the warmth it brought to your core. You grabbed the bottle and glass and took them the to couch. The whiskey bottle was less than halfway finished; might as well finish it tonight. You lounged on the couch as you brought the glass to your lips and reminisced about your relationship with Satoru.
You had been together for over a year now, but it didnât feel like it. You were practically in a long-distance relationship, despite only living twenty minutes from each other with how scarce you got to see him. He was always busy on âbusiness tripsâ or whatever for his job. The thought that he was cheating on you crossed your mind a time or two, but Satoru didnât seem like the type.Â
The two of you met in your favorite bakery just down the street. You had fought over the last piece of tiramisu, which he eventually gave you in exchange for your number. He was incredibly easy to talk to and within a few weeks, the two of you were going on your first date. He was suave, but you soon learned that was just a front he put up. The true Gojo Satoru was a dork with an almost insufferable personality that somehow you were able to stand.Â
You were sure that in the year you had been dating, you had only gone on three successful dates with Satoru and well over fifteen attempted dates. The three successful dates all had a special place in your heart.
The first successful date was your first date. It was a cozy cafĂŠ date followed by a nice walk through the nooks and crannies of Tokyo you never saw on your work commute. You remembered how you gained the confidence to hold Satoruâs hand on the first date, only feeling like there was a literal wall between you two for a few seconds. It was strange, but it was the only incident, so you never brought it up to him.Â
The second successful date was a few months later with another failed attempt in between the first and second. This one was a trip to a fancy restaurant in the heart of Tokyo. This was the date you learned that your boyfriend was loaded. Not just well off, but rich enough he could spend a couple hundred thousand Yen and it was just pocket change to him. Somehow, the reveal left more questions than answered them; namely, how did he become so rich with a teacherâs salary? Was he part of some kind of Old Money or something?
 He never told you where you were dining, so of course, you dressed like it was a casual outing. Before heading to the restaurant, he bought you a dress that was worth more than two years of your yearly salary (against your protests). It was a gorgeous dress, in your favorite color. It still hung in your closet; while you wanted to sell it for some extra money, you didnât want to upset Satoru.Â
The third and final successful date was your first anniversary. Neither of you wanted to go out, so you both stayed in. The two of you cooked dinner together; you were pleasantly surprised to learn that Satoru had a talent for cooking and wanted to taste more of his cooking. He insisted you were a much better cook than him, but you disagreed.Â
After dinner, one thing led to another until you were swept off your feet literally to the bedroom.Â
You smiled fondly at the memories of your first time together. It was only two months ago, but nothing had happened since then even though you desperately wanted a repeat of your anniversary tonight. Ah, you remembered why you were drinking. You swallowed the rest of the whiskey in your glass, grimacing as it burned in your throat.
You were already tipsy after one glass. You were a lightweight; you were sure you would be shit-faced before the end of this bottle. Satoru never drank, yet he always had the audacity to make fun of how much of a lightweight you were.Â
Who knows how long passed before you finally swallowed the last drop of whiskey. At that point, you were fighting your eyelids that were trying to close. Without Satoru there to entertain you as you were tipsy, you became a tired drunk. You just wanted to go to sleep but didnât want to leave the couch. If you got up, youâd probably stumble and fall back anyway. So, you grabbed the blanket draped across the couch and wrapped yourself around it.
A sudden wave of sadness washed over you right as you closed your eyes. You missed Satoru, desperately. It felt physically painful being away from him at the moment. You brought a hand up to your eyes and wiped them, rolling over and finally going to sleep for good.Â
You woke up to the feeling of someone shaking your form. You groaned. Your head was pounding from dehydration, you were still sleepy from the alcohol; who dared interrupt your sleep?
You blinked a few times to find Satoru and his beautiful blue eyes staring at you. He appeared slightly worried, but also tired.
âTime?â you asked, not even forming coherent sentences yet.
âAlmost 3am,â Satoru answered.
You groaned. âLet me sleep.â
âHow much did you drink?â
âDoes it matter?â you snapped back. You then realized how hostile you sounded, then started crying. âPlease donât be mad at me,â you said between hiccups.Â
Satoru took you into his arms, soothingly rubbing your back to calm you down. You suddenly felt worse because you were a mess, just because he left for an emergency with work? Pathetic.Â
Your sweet, incredible boyfriend helped you slowly sit up, then obtained a glass of water for you to drink. You chugged it, not even realizing how thirsty you were. Satoru refilled it for you, urging you to instead sip the water.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â Satoru asked as he sat down next to you on the couch.
â...Nothing,â you answered.
âNothing? I come home to find my girlfriend passed out on the couch drunk off her ass and sad. Youâre upset, and I want us to work through this. Now, whatâs wrong?â
âIâm sad,â you admitted.Â
âObviously.â
âI donât feel like you--â hic â--love me as much anymore. You keep leaving during our dates, you donât spend much time with me anymore, and my job is just so stressful because I keep having to work overtime to get days off and I doubt I can get another day off for a month now. That just makes me so fucking sad because I wanna see you every day but I canât--âÂ
Satoru gently placed a hand on your cheek. His gaze was filled with so much love it rendered you speechless. âThat all?â he asked. You nodded.
Satoru tenderly placed a kiss on your forehead. âIâve been keeping a secret from you,â he admitted. Suddenly, your brain raced through all of the possibilities, fixating on the idea he was cheating on you. Oh, no, here it comesâŚÂ
âIâm a jujutsu sorcerer.â
âExcuse me?â
That was not at all what you were expecting. What did that even mean?
Satoru backed away. âHere, try to grab my hand.â
You reached out to him, feeling the familiar wall like you did on your first date. âOh!â
âThis is Infinity,â he explained. âAs you get closer to me, you slow down, unable to reach me. Itâs a jujutsu passed down through my family.â
âI think Iâve felt it before. On our first date.â
Satoru sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. âI always keep my Infinity going at all times, 24/7, even when Iâm asleep. I only let down my guard around you because I trust you with my life.â
âSo. What does this all mean? What else are you keeping a secret? Your job too?â
âNo, I really am a high school teacher. For the first years, to be exact. The bunch this year are⌠interesting to say the least. So Iâve been having to stay late to train them, and I actually do go on business trips. A lot of them are overseas.âÂ
âWhat are they for?â You were now very invested in your boyfriendâs secret life he had been hiding from you all this time.
âWe exorcise curses.â
âCurses?â
âThe evil beings of the jujutsu world. I have to go on more missions than the average person because Iâm one of the very few Special Grade jujutsu sorcerers in the world. Itâs the highest rank a jujutsu sorcerer can reach. And your boyfriend is the strongest in the world.â
âAre you really, or are you self-proclaimed?â you asked, knowing his personality. Satoru pouted. You pinched one of his cheeks gently, then dragged his face to your lips, pressing them against his cheek. âIâm just kidding.â
âI really am the strongest, though,â Satoru continued to pout. âAnyway! I think itâs time for us to sleep. Tomorrow, I can take you to see my school and you can meet my students!â
âReally?â you asked, excited. Finally, your boyfriend was allowing you into the part of his world you were always curious about.
âReally,â he promised.Â
You yawned. The sun was just starting to peek through your windows. Suddenly, you felt yourself being lifted and carried to your room. You werenât quite sober and made sure to warn Satoru about that, lest he moved you too fast and caused you to throw up on the two of you.Â
(âIt wouldnât get on me, though,â Satoru argued. âI can just activate my Infinity and Iâll stay clean.â)
Satoru tucked you into your bed, then made his way to your side. You were actually kind of glad you decided to get drunk tonight, as the liquid courage gave you the confidence to speak your mind to your boyfriend instead of keeping your feelings inside like usual. Tonight, you learned a side of your boyfriend you never thought existed. It brought you relief and curiosity to learn more about him and his life.Â
But for now, you needed sleep. Meeting part of Satoruâs world could wait until tomorrow.Â
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