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peavhyshy · 7 months

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𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡 𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 (oneshot)

Pairing: Sarah Cameron x Reader

Summary: In which you and Sarah share a secret kiss while hanging out alone in your room, complicating both of your relationships with John B.

Warnings: sarah cheats on john b with reader, explicit language, fluff, smut, secret relationship, friends to lovers, this set after ward blew himself up, emotional hurt/comfort, fluff, fingering, oral sex, grinding/tribbing, nipple play

Words: 2,617

a/n: guys is it bad to sleep with your best friend when your boyfriend is being a douche and didn't comfort you after you watched your dad die? but seriously there needs to be more sarah fics on here, y'all sleeping on her

((not proofread because i'm lazy and rereading stuff I write makes me cringe for some reason))

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The sun had just set over OBX, casting an orange glow across the sandy beaches. Inside the your families beach house, Sarah lay sprawled across your bed, half-watching some cheesy rom-com on the little TV in your room.

"Ugh, I can't watch this anymore," Sarah groaned, grabbing the remote and flicking through channels aimlessly. She was grateful for you trying to cheer her up after the traumatic events of the past few days, but she just wasn't in the mood for happy endings right now.

You glanced over from where you sat braiding friendship bracelets on the floor. "Yeah, I'm not really feeling it either," you said with a sympathetic smile. You tied off the bracelet and scooted up onto the bed next to Sarah.

Sarah clicked off the TV and flopped back onto the pile of pillows with a dramatic sigh. "I just keep replaying it all in my head, you know? Like maybe if I had done something differently…" Her voice trailed off as she stared up at the ceiling fan swirling above you guys.

You reached over and gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "It's not your fault, Sarah. There's nothing you could have done."

Sarah turned her head to look at you, her brown eyes glistening. In the soft glow of the bedside lamp, You looked so beautiful and comforting that Sarah suddenly felt the urge to kiss you. Before she could talk herself out of it, she leaned in and pressed her lips to yours.

Your eyes went wide in surprise before slowly closing as you kissed Sarah back tentatively. After a few seconds, you broke apart, blushing wildly.

"Um, wow," you breathed, biting your lip. "So that just happened."

Sarah let out a nervous laugh. "Yeah, sorry, I guess I'm just feeling extra emotional and impulsive tonight. I've always thought you were really pretty though." She grinned sheepishly.

You laughed and playfully hit Sarah with a pillow. "Oh so that's how it is, huh? Taking advantage of me in my own bedroom?"

Sarah dramatically flipped her hair. "I mean, can you blame me? Have you seen this hair?"

You both dissolved into giggles, the tension instantly broken. No matter what else was going on in your lives, you always had each other. And maybe this was the beginning of something more.

“What about John B?” you asked, putting the bracelet on Sarah’s hand.

Sarah sighed, twisting the new bracelet around her wrist. "John B…I don't know. He's been so caught up in everything with his dad and the gold, it's like he doesn't even see me anymore. I miss how things used to be between us."

She looked up at you. "But then there's this…" she gestured between you guys. "This connection we have. I've never felt this way about another girl before."

You nodded, a worried crease forming between your brows. "I know what you mean. I care about John B, but I also care about you." you bit your lip. "Maybe we should keep this between us for now? At least until we figure things out.”

Sarah considered it for a moment then nodded slowly. “Yeah, you’re probably right. No need to complicate things even more.” She linked her pinky with yours. “This can be our little secret.”

You smiled, hooking your pinky with Sarah’s. “Our secret,” you repeated.

Sarah leaned in conspiratorially. “So should we pick up where we left off before we were so rudely interrupted by your question?” you teased.

You giggled and closed the distance once more, your lips meeting in a soft, tentative kiss.

Sarah lifts your shirt over your head, exposing your bare chest. She runs her hands up your sides, caressing your soft skin as she kisses down your neck. You let out a soft gasp, tangling your fingers in Sarah's blonde hair.

"Sarah…" you breathe out, your heart pounding as Sarah's hands continue to explore your body. You feel a growing heat between your legs, this new intimacy with Sarah awakening desires you never knew you had. Sarah kisses lower, trailing her lips down your collarbone, then takes a hard nipple into her mouth. You moan, arching your back off the bed at the sensation.

Sarah lifts her head to look into your eyes, her own darkened with lust. She reaches behind you to unclasp your bra, then tosses it aside. Sarah sits back on her knees to admire your naked form, a smirk playing on her kiss-swollen lips.

"You're so fucking beautiful," she says throatily before leaning down to capture your lips once more. As your tongues meet, Sarah reaches down to undo the button on your shorts, her hand slipping beneath the waistband. You gasp into Sarah's mouth at the intimate touch, your hips bucking involuntarily. You never felt more alive than in this moment with Sarah, every nerve-ending tingling with anticipation.

Sarah's fingers dip lower, finding slick heat that makes you cry out. She strokes slowly at first, learning what makes you whimper and moan.

As Sarah's fingers work between your legs, you feel pleasure building within your core. Your breathing comes faster, soft moans escaping with each circular stroke of Sarah's fingers over your slick, swollen clit. Your hips rock uncontrollably, pushing yourself against Sarah's hand as your arousal grows.

Sarah watches your face, taking in every flutter of your eyelids, every gasp and whimper. She slides two fingers lower, teasing your entrance before pushing them inside. You cry out at the penetration, panting Sarah's name over and over. Sarah thrusts her fingers slowly at first, then faster as your inner walls clench tight around them.

The coil of tension in your belly winds tighter and tighter until suddenly it snaps, your orgasm crashing over you in waves of euphoria. Your back arches off the bed, a string of curses and Sarah's name on your lips as you come undone.

Sarah pulls back slightly to look into your eyes, her own bright with exhilaration and desire. She runs her fingers through your tousled hair and grins, trailing her hand down your body. She slips her fingers beneath the waistband of your shorts again, raising an eyebrow in question.

You bit your lip and nodded, lifting your hips so Sarah can slide your shorts and underwear off. Sarah tosses them aside, then settles between your parted thighs, kissing a path up your inner leg. You shiver in anticipation, propping yourself up on your elbows to watch. When Sarah's mouth finally finds your pussy, you gasp, your head falling back against the pillows.

Sarah hums in satisfaction at your reaction, the vibration sending sparks of pleasure through you. She uses her tongue to explore your slick folds, quickly finding the sensitive bundle of nerves that makes you cry out and clutch at the sheets. Sarah focuses her attention there, alternating between broad laps of her tongue and tight circles around your clit.

Your soon panting and writhing beneath her. "Oh god, Sarah…feels so good…" you moan. The coil of tension winds tight once more until you shatter again with a sharp cry, your thighs clamping around Sarah's head as you come. Sarah works you through it with soft licks, not stopping until you go limp with satisfaction.

Your moans fill the room as straddles you and slips off her underwear, your bodies coming together in a tantalizing display of desire. The slickness of your wetness creates friction that sends shivers of pleasure through both of you. Sarah's core radiates heat, igniting a fire within you that can't be quenched.

Your hands greedily explore Sarah's sides, eager to feel every inch of her. You grab onto Sarah's ass, pulling her closer, urging her to grind harder against your throbbing clit. Sarah leans down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that leaves you both breathless. Your tongues dance and entwine, a passionate tango of desire. The taste of your shared arousal fill your mouths, fueling your hunger for each other.

Your hips move in perfect harmony, each thrust bringing you closer to the edge. Sarah's grinding against your clit, your clits rubbing together in a rhythm that drives you both wild. The wetness between your legs acts as a lubricant, allowing your movements to become even more intense, more intimate.

You arch your back, offering your breasts to Sarah's hungry mouth. Sarah eagerly takes the invitation, capturing a nipple between her lips, sucking and nipping at the sensitive flesh. The sensation shoots electric sparks of pleasure straight to your core.

With one final, powerful thrust, Sarah's body shudders with pleasure. She cries out, her climax washing over her in a wave of bliss that crashes through her entire being. Her walls clench around nothing but the air, her core pulsating with every release.

Your own release follows closely behind, your body convulsing in waves of pleasure. The intense sensations ripple through you, causing you to grip onto Sarah tightly, your bodies pressed together in an intimate embrace. You both ride out the waves of your orgasms together, matching each other's moans and gasps.

When you finally break apart your both are flushed and beaming. Sarah's fingers gently stroke your face as you kiss languidly, softly.

"Was that okay?" Sarah asks after a moment, suddenly shy.

You smile, pulling Sarah down for another lingering kiss. "More than okay," you assure her. Sarah grins, nuzzling into your neck.

Sarah smiles contentedly and lays her head on on your chest, listening to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat as it returns to normal. She feels a sense of peace and belonging that she hasn't felt in a long time. Here with you, away from the chaos and tragedy of the outside world, Sarah can simply be. No expectations, no pretending - just two souls connecting on the most intimate level.

Sarah traces lazy circles on your bare stomach as you lay entwined. She thinks about how rapidly her feelings have shifted - from seeing you only as a friend, to suddenly being unable to resist her. It feels natural though, not scary or confusing like her past crushes on boys. With you it just feels…right.

Eventually your lips find each other again, the kisses growing heated once more. You roll yourselves over so you're the one on top, straddling Sarah's hips. You look down at Sarah with hungry eyes as you slowly grind against her. Sarah gasps at the delicious friction, gripping your hips.

"Now it's my turn," you say in a low voice that sends a jolt of arousal straight between Sarah's legs. You reach down and tugs at the hem of Sarah's shirt. "Take this off."

Sarah complies, pulling her shirt up over her head and tossing it aside. You make quick work of her bra too until Sarah is laid bare before her. Your admiring gaze roams over Sarah's body, making her shiver with anticipation, you capture one of Sarah's nipples between your lips.

Sarah cries out, arching up into your warm mouth. As you lavishes attention on her breasts, Sarah is reduced to a writhing, moaning mess beneath your ministrations. This is even better than she imagined as she lets you take full control.

You kiss your way down Sarah's trembling body until your mouth replaces your fingers between Sarah's legs. Sarah closes her eyes, crying out your name as a slick tongue explores her slick folds. She reaches down to tangle her fingers in your hair, urgent moans spilling from her lips.

"Y/N, I'm close…" she pants out. The coil of tension winding tighter and tighter within her finally snaps as she comes undone under your tongue.

You take Sarah into your arms. You exchange soft, languid kisses as Sarah catches her breath.

"Wow…" is all Sarah can say, still reeling.

You grin, kissing the tip of her nose. "I'd say we're pretty good at this secret relationship thing so far."

Sarah laughs. "I'd say so too. But we should probably keep practicing, just to be sure." She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.

You smirk, pulling Sarah in for another deep kiss. "I like the way you think."

Your lips meet again, both of you giddy with the exciting newness of exploring each other. For now, you’re content to stay lost in your little bubble of bliss, putting your troubles aside for a stolen moment of passion and release.

Sarah sighs contentedly, her body still tingling from her intimacy with you. She strokes your hair softly as you lie tangled together on the bed.

After a few peaceful moments, Sarah props herself up on one elbow to look down at you. "Not that I want this to end, but won't your parents be back soon?" she asks.

You glance at the clock on your nightstand and grimaces. "Yeah, probably. As much as I'd love to keep going…" You trail a hand suggestively down Sarah's side.

Sarah shivers at your touch. "Later," she promises with a grin. She gives you one last lingering kiss before reluctantly climbing off the bed to gather her scattered clothes.

As Sarah gets dressed, you sit up and wrap the blanket around yourself. You watch Sarah wistfully, not quite ready to burst this intimate bubble you’ve created. But the approaching sound of a boat motor outside makes the decision for you.

"Coming?" Sarah asks from the bedroom doorway, now fully dressed. Her cheeks are still flushed, lips swollen from kisses.

You sigh. "Yeah, be right there." As Sarah disappears down the hall, you take a moment to collect yourself. You press her fingers to your lips, Sarah's taste still lingering. Your heart flutters thinking about what just transpired between you too.

With a giddy smile, you get up to get dressed. You rejoin Sarah in the living room just as the front door opens and your parents walk in, loaded down with gear from their fishing trip. If they notice your matching blushes and shy glances, they don't say anything.

"Are you staying for dinner, Sarah?" your mom asks as she heads for the kitchen. "I'll throw some fish on the grill."

Sarah catches your eye, an impish look on her face. "I'd love to," she says sweetly. Under the table, she squeezes your hand, your secret.

The you too sat close together on the worn couch in your living room after dinner, shoulders touching. Your parents had retreated outside to the back deck, giving you some privacy. Sarah turned to you, looking into your eyes. She still couldn't believe what had transpired between you too earlier that evening.

"So…that happened," Sarah said with a small smile, cheeks flushing pink.

You nodded, biting your lip. You reached over and gave Sarah's hand a gentle squeeze. "It did. And as crazy as it sounds, it felt…right."

Sarah let out a soft laugh, interlacing your fingers. "I know, I feel the same way! I mean, I never expected this, but being with you just feels so natural."

She glanced down bashfully. "I know things with John B are complicated right now. But he's been pulling away, and you've been there for me. You make me feel safe and happy even during the worst moments."

You lifted Sarah's hand to your lips, kissing it softly. "You deserve to feel safe and happy, Sarah. I'll always be here for you, no matter what happens with John B. And if this-" you gestured between you too "-is something you want to explore, I'm open to it."

Sarah's heart swelled with affection. She leaned in and captured your lips in a sweet, lingering kiss.

"Then let's explore," she murmured against your mouth. You smiled into the kiss, twining your arms around Sarah's neck to pull her closer.

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neteyamyawne · 8 months

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🦋 — HandJob

✧ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : ᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ!ᴀᴏ'ɴᴜɴɢ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ɴᴀ'ᴠɪ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

✧ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : ᴀ ʜᴏᴛ ᴅᴀʏ ᴏᴜᴛꜱɪᴅᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀɴɢ ɪꜱ ᴀʟʟ ꜱɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴏᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴀᴏ'ɴᴜɴɢ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀʙʟᴇ?

MDNI

❈ Warning : public sex, handjob (m receiving), risky sex, teasing, edging, cum play (licking/swallowing)

❈ Word Count : 1.1k proof read.

"word" - dialogue

❈ Note : My first Kinktober fic ever!! I hope y'all like it

❈ Glossary : Tweng - loin cloth, syulang - flower, sayrip - handsome, skxwang - moron.

ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ | ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ | ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ

It was a hot scorching day on Pandora, roaming on the long beaches was not a chance today, huddled in a mauri together minding their business, when a sudden delirious thought crossed your mind…

You looked around your friends and siblings around the room, kiri and rotxo were still underwater doing eywa knows what, your hand was itching to do something to your precious boyfriend, who sat beside you, the floor table in front of you gave the perfect coverage as your mind went out to more adventurous things you could do and one thing blew out the candle in your mind.

Ao'nung, unsuspecting of the incoming act, was startled when your warm hand brushed against his chest and stomach, his eyes going wide when your hand slide down to the band of his Tweng, that’s when stops your advances from reaching his cock, which was already starting to bulge, by grabbing your hand tightly on the wrist, glaring at you intently “what are you doing, syulang?!” His voice was stern yet quiet, almost threatening not to go further, but the growing bulge was saying otherwise.

Batting your eyelashes at him, a small pout forming on your lips “having some fun, sayrip, no one would know” your quiet little whisper was unheard by everyone in the room except him, he sucked in a breath, licking his lips, he wanted this but the risk was too great, Neteyam and tuk were napping, Lo’ak and Tsireya were to lost in each other to pay any attention.

A layer of sweat shone on his body as alarms blared in his mind but he was enjoying it too much to stop your hand that was now wrapped around his warm and pulsating dick, painfully erect as your thumb brushed against the dripping slit, already smeared with the beads of precum on the cloth, the damp patch on it was a solid proof of how much the situation turned him on.

Your hand never stops exploring when you bury your nose in his neck, taking a good sniff of his sea and salt musk, his arm instinctually going around your waist to hold you down, a soft whine accidentally escaping his lips when you twisted his bulbous tip slightly, just enough to let the feeling run up his spine, making goosebumps rise on his body in pleasure "y/n…shit don't do this" he groaned softly as his eyes fluttered close while he tried not to make any unexpected noise, "what? Why not?" You said with a sly smile, a voice so innocent and sweet it almost made him cum right then and there.

Your hand now squeezing and pumping up and down on his length while his fingers were tangled in your hair as mouth worked on his neck, fangs grazing enough to leave slight marks, tongue running down the span of his skin, the minute tang of saltiness from the beach filling your mouth, the sensation making your pussy drip and clamp around nothing, hidden behind its confines of your loin cloth, his eyes were wide from the efforts to not make any sound as well as to keep an eye for your brothers who were in the same room.

Ao'nung bit down on his hand as your hand went back up to his sensitive tip, your pinky slipping past his slit, slowly bottoming out to you knuckle, his breathing became erratic head thrown back in attempts to stay quiet, you looked up at him with a smirk and a playful gleam in your eyes.

"so much for being a "freak", right nung?" Your voice was barely above a whisper, the thrill of doing him in the same room as your brothers was insane.

"Skxwang…" he grunted out, letting his hand fall on your thigh, squeezing it hard as you removed your pinky out in an agonizingly slow pace, instead gripping the base of his cock tightly, flicking his balls earning a breathy yelp, which he quickly covered up by coughing as he held you tightly making sure it looked like you were just napping together as neteyam and lo'ak looked at your direction.

"You good, sis?" Your younger brother, lo'ak, asked suspiciously while tsireya dozed off in his arms.

You fained a yawn as if you just woke up from a nap "is something wrong, bro?" Faking a sleepy accent while stroking his throbbing dick under the floor table, squeezing it at several places, hidden from lo'ak's eyes.

"Yeah, I thought I heard…. Nevermind" he whispered looking confused at what that unusual sound was.

Ao'nung was sweating buckets, pressing his lips together in a thin line with a wobbly smile as your hand now gripped his balls, fondling with them even going far as to give some gentle pinches, his hand gripping your thigh in a death grip while he tired to maintain a straight face, surely leaving some handprints behind "it's okay, bro, i just had a cough" his voice hoarse from the restraints which was quite impressive to you.

Your brother just shrugged and went back to cuddling with his girlfriend and ao'nung went SLACK, face scrunched up as he bit his lip, eyes screwed shut "please… just do it!" He whimpered quietly.

You pumped his cock at a faster pace, the vigorous action had him biting down on your neck, his hands gripping your waist in a vice grip, a set of muffled sounds vibrating on your neck as he got closer to his release with each languid strokes "Fuck…y/n.."

"Is my dear boyfriend liking it?" You teased relentless, pumping him mercilessly as his mouth fell into an 'O' shape, hiding his face shameful in your shoulder as he came right in your palm, the milky white viscous liquid dripping down your wrist, pulling your hand out and bringing it to your mouth, licking each drop of his cum while staring at him in the eyes smirking as he sat there, head on your shoulder breathing heavily.

"I hate you…" his half hearted whisper only made a bubble of giggles rise up your chest "oh we both know the answer to that, baby" you said back with a wink "you still have to pay me back for this" which evidently made a grin form on his lips.

He grabbed your hand which was sticky from before and kissed it "you can count on me, sweetheart, I'll surely make it up to you" he said against your skin as he trailed a line of kisses from your plan to your lips "we'll see about that…" was your only response or the only thing you could say in between the kiss, brothers be damned.

𝐀/𝐧 : Ahhhhh my first Kinktober fic, I'm so happy, please like, reblog and comment to let me know if it's good 😊💚

Yawne : @taylormarieee, @persefolli, @eyweveng, @deadgirlrin, @eyrina-avatar, @avatarsslut, @neteyamsoare, @bobthe-turmpetman29, @nonniesworld, @myloveforyouisforever, @pandoraslxna.

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codeopod · 2 months

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Is This Allowed?

Post C3E89

Laudna and Imogen get another chance to talk once they are on their split-party mission, and Orym is caught in the middle. Yes this is titled from the vine, I wanted to play with Imodna from an outside perspective cause they definetely get lost in their own little world and romanticize things that are probably horrifying to onlookers, gotta love some untrustworthy narration. Enjoy!

Orym watched as the nerves settled in to each of his friends. The weight of the world would be enough to drive anyone over the edge, not to mention the weight of another smaller -but no less significant- planet.

They all carried it differently.

Fearne’s ears gave her away, twitching and following each little sound. Ashton leaned a little heavier onto his hammer when he stood for too long, and his brow was hardly ever relaxed. Chetney’s hands had developed a slight tremor, evidenced by his increased frustration while carving. FCG was hard to read, but his emotion wheel was nearly always verging on “exterminate” rather than “smiley” which was definetely something to keep an eye on. Imogen and Laudna were an odd pair, one crackling with light and the other weaving darkness, it only ever balanced out when they were touching, which they had been doing less and less of.

“So let me get this straight,” Ashton huffed, “we’re splitting up.”

“Yeah, that way we can cover more ground.” Imogen responded tersely. She had chewed off her pinkie and thumb nails and had taken off her gloves to continue, almost mindlessly as she paced the earthen chamber. They had already ruled out the assassination mission, against Orym’s hope that she at least be there for whatever happened. He, Chetney, Imogen, and Laudna were set on the infiltration mission, while the others were decided to join Ira for an explosive distraction.

“It’ll work out Ash, it has to.” He spoke up, squaring his shoulders. “You guys do what you do best, and we’ll do the same. Play to your strengths.”

Something flashed in Ashton’s gaze before he rolled his eyes with a laugh. “Right, the time-bombs vs the high-strungs.”

“I would say poor choice of words but you literally blew up.” Laudna chimed in, spindly fingers ghosting over her neck, Imogen glared at him from behind her.

“Shit, sorry Laudna.”

“It’s alright, it was funny.” She spoke over Imogens “Not funny.”

Orym sat vigil as Imogen curled in on herself, eyes glazed as she watched the violet flickering orb of her magical light dance between them. Their party had split off that morning to infiltrate and gather as much intel as they could before finally reporting back to Exandria. They were almost done, but the pressure had only increased. Especially now that they needed to spend the night in the underground network of tunnels near their target. They were meant to be back by now, and they would lose their telepathic communication soon without Letters nearby. It was all getting messy, but they had determined that it was safer to take it slow. Somewhere nearby, Fearne, FCG, and Ashton were waiting with Ira for their signal.

They are safe. Everything is stable. He reminded himself.

He had been first to offer to watch while the rest started their nights rest, but Imogen lingered as if her light was a fire that needed stoking.

You wanna talk about it? He spoke directly in to her mind to not disturb the others. It took her a minute to respond.

Bout’ how my momma might be dead right now? How if I close my eyes I might see her walk into that storm? How it’ll be the last time I ever see her. How I could’ve probably changed her mind but chose not to?

You couldn’t have changed her mind, not overnight.

Imogen looked at the ceiling, tilting her head back to suppress her tears.… I know it. That’s the worst part. She never would’ve chosen me over them. Not without a lot of talkin’ and time we don’t have.

War is full of ugliness and pain, I’m sorry you have to experience it, but you aren’t alone. You have us, we may be broken but we’re your family too, and we chose you. He gestured to the weathered grey fur of Chetney and to where Laudna lay curled up further away. Us and your spooky lady. We love you.

She smiled a little at that. Thanks Orym.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, listening to the soft snores of the old werewolf. Imogen’s eyes were noticeably drawn to the huddled form of her girlfriend just at the edge of the purple glow.

Can I ask how it’s going with you guys?

We’re alright. We talked earlier about everything and we probably still need to talk more but it’ll have to wait.

Yeah, I think a lot of us are holding out for a breather to delve into our stuff.

Some things are easier to postpone, my momma not so much, Delilah too, I just wish she wasn’t there all the gods-damned time.

Is it really constant?

Well, ‘ts what Laudna said anyway, she’s been getting stronger, she even spoke out loud to me and Fearne. Imogen grumbled. Cant stand it…knowing that ragged nasty old bitch is whispering horseshit in her ear and watching all our time together. Makes me not wanna do any…private stuff.

Orym snorted but paused and looked thoughtful for a moment. You know that’s exactly what Delilah wants, right?

Us not doing stuff?

Not just that, she needs Laudna to feel isolated…unlovable…it’s much easier to overpower someone with nothing to live for, she would definitely want to separate you two as much as possible.

Orym thanked every deity he could think of that he was friends with Imogen Temult and not at the receiving end of her power as she shot to her feet.

“That fuckin’ cunt.” She hissed out loud, turning to go to Laudna. Thanks Orym.

Orym chuckled and let his head fall back. “Yep.”

The glowing orb trailed after her, shifting its lavender spotlight onto the couple and leaving him in total darkness.

He couldn’t help but watch as they reunited; Laudna jolting upright to check on her, before furrowing her brow and pulling Imogen into her arms. Orym could only guess what Imogen could have possibly said that had Laudna wrapping around her like a spider keen on its prey. The darkness around them drew closer and the warlocks form blurred, growing in size and shuddering as her bones cracked and grew jagged bark. Her shadows licked and played around the perimeter of Imogen’s light, casting a ghostly lightshow accross the cavern wall near them.

His grip tightened on his sword hilt. He still wasn’t used to her unique display of power, and his gut often told him he was in serious danger even if it wasn’t aimed at him. He had started deferring to Imogen in those moments, to gauge the appropriate response.

The sorcerer slipped into the dark embrace without a seconds hesitation. She held on for a long moment before she drew away just enough to pull Laudna’s distorted face down to her own, hands stained black.

He nearly blushed at the raw intimacy of it all. The urge to reach under your partners skin and make a home amongst their bones was usually, he hoped, a purely poetic notion. They were in a unique position, literally, he couldn’t quite make out what was happening so he figured it wasn’t his business.

After a few minutes he glanced back to see imogen blushing and smiling like a smitten teenager, lips smeared dark, as she swayed into Laudna’s -now relatively normal- form. They were still impossibly close, but their magics had calmed, pastel purples blending into shadowy void. He heaved a sigh of relief upon hearing the lilting crone of Laudna’s laugh echo across the cavern. As they settled into their nest of blankets, Imogen’s residual dancing light faded to a dim glow before disappearing altogether, reducing Oryms perception to just his keen ears.

He really wished it hadn’t. It didn’t take long for the pair to start muttering and whispering again. He did his best not to eavesdrop, but it quickly took a tense turn, and he felt a deeply unsettling energy radiating from their direction. The normal darkness turned into something deeper, a chill skirted up his arms, and their whispers distorted to be unrecognizable and nightmarish. He wondered if Laudna had even noticed all the ways magic flowed from her, or if Imogen had grown so accustomed that she hardly took note. He was on his feet and stepping towards them when a voice broke above the din.

“No you fuckin’ aren’t!”

He nearly groaned. They were supposed to be keeping quiet and covert, not infighting. If this came to blows they would be in for a world of problems.

A light flared to life and shot towards him. He froze, preparing for his worst eventualities to unfold, until it stopped just above his head. It was one of Imogen’s, and it swayed slightly, seemingly attached to him this time.

Thanks , uh, could you guys k-

She interrupted him with a frustrated growl.

“Nope. Not messing with that.” He muttered to himself and sat back where he was before. Luckily, things slowly returned to normal, the room regaining its very faint light from the outside, and the couple quieting down for long enough that he knew they were finally asleep. He walked over and kicked Chetney lightly to switch watches with him.

Imogen wanted nothing more than to fall into a dreamless sleep, but she had a point to make first.

“Laudna?…hun? You awake?” She whispered into her lovers mind as she took a careful step towards the slight lump in their bedroll, shedding her outer layers that smelled like ozone and earth.

Laudna shot upright, concern pinching her features. “Are you alright darling?”

“Are you?”

“Can’t seem to close my eyes.”

“Well that never stopped you before.” Imogen teased.

“Imogen…?” Laudna regarded her with caution as the intensity in her eyes sharpened and locked on to her with a faint blush.

“I love you.”

“I love you t-“ The air burst from her chest as Imogen crashed into her.

“I love all o’ you.” She whispered. “Just as you are right now, okay?”

Laudna could only mumble incoherently, balking under the sudden attention as Imogen closed her eyes, happily tucked against her collarbone.

The cold seeped around them, Laudna’s aura enveloping her just before her arms followed suit. “I love you when you’re all creepy and dark.” Imogen took a deep inhale of petrichor and cedar, her hands sliding along the delicate architecture sprouting along Laudna’s spine as it shifted to accommodate her.

All Laudna could do was squeeze her eyes shut and try desperately to believe the woman in her arms.

“All your gore too.” Warm fingers traced ink across pallid skin. “You’re so beautiful Laudna, inside and out, an’ I would know cause I’ve seen it all.” She pulled her down into a slow kiss, hands smoothing her hair as twigs and leaves fell away to oil softened tresses. “I don’t love you in spite of Delilah, I love who you are in spite of her. You’re kind, and joyful, and crafty, and you love kids and you’re always eager to help cheer people up, even when everythin’ is just awful, and I’m gonna sundre that witch for ever thinking she could dim your spark.”

Laudna’s grip on her tightened with a strength that defied her willowy form. Imogen buried her head back into her now-soft skin and pressed a light kiss to her neck.

“I wanna have a farm with horses and two babies with purple eyes and black hair and a dog and some barn cats, and I want the worst thing that happens in a month to be us runnin’ outta eggs.”

Laudna gasped a breath as her ribs settled back in to place, her shock nearly choking her. “Imogen…” she cradled her face gently, dark eyes wide in awe. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Everything is okay, I promise, I just figured some shit out and I wanted to tell you.”

“I-okay.” Laudna wiped tear tracks from warm freckled cheeks as her own dripped from her jaw. “I want that life too. More than anything. It would be my deepest honor to share that with you.”

“Then it’s decided.” Imogen hiccuped and laughed softly. “Did you still wanna sleep?”

“Will you join me?”

“Can I hold you?”

“Please.” Laudna’s voice was small, but her shy smile remained as she bumped their noses and prestidigitated the tears and ichor away.

“Aw.” Imogen mumbled. “I like when it stains me.”

Laudna laughed bright and carefree, pulling Imogen in for another kiss. “You’re strange, my love.”

“Oh I like the sound of that.” Imogen purred.

My love. Mine.

Laudna giggled, delirious with affection, and pulled Imogen down into their bedroll. Imogen rolled onto her back and tugged Laudna’s head to her shoulder, hooking her own legs over Laudna’s, fingers slipping into her hair to scratch gently at her scalp. Her other hand soothed along the arm around her waist until the usual chill had melted away under her careful attention. Laudna sighed again and sunk deeper onto her.

“Alright?” Imogen whispered.

“The children… our children, if we somehow figure out how to have them, rather than adopt, they might be different than you imagined.” Laudna whispered after a moment.

“What like purple hair and black eyes instead? Maybe we’ll get lucky and get one of each.”

“Or a…teifling.” Laudna added.

Imogen held her a little tighter. “Oh! That would be interesting.”

“You’re not opposed?”

“We could always adopt. But, I would be honored to have your little teifling babies, or hells, maybe they’ll be little patè’s- I don’t care one bit darlin- they’ll be ours.”

Laudna clutched at her chest and squeezed her eyes shut. “Okay!” She managed.

“Shit, was that too much?”

“No!” Laudna hid her face in Imogen’s neck. “This all feels like a wonderful dream that will only end in horrid dissapointment.”

“Why would you say that? We’ve come this far havent we?”

“It’s not real .” She began, “I mean -I’m not real- I’m not alive, anything good that happens is simply a nice sentence in my epilogue.” She spoke in a flippant way, whether it was because she believed it, or because it was too painful to say sincerely, either way it made Imogen’s chest ache. A chill traced her spine, and up the back of her neck.

“Don’t you dare say that. I am not a dream.”

“No. You’re far better than anything I could’ve possibly imagined.”

“Don’t get sweet on me after saying this ain’t real.”

Laudna flinched, “I’m a ghost, darling.” She whispered.

“No you fuckin’ aren’t!”

Orym cleared his throat from somewhere in the shadows. Imogen threw a glowing orb his way and turned back to Laudna. “You listen to me. Your heart beats. You have dreams and hobbies and passions. You have a whole-ass girlfriend sitting in front of you, kissin’ on you and talking about making a family. You. Are. Alive.”

“That life wasn’t meant to be mine.”

“Says who? You think you’re just meant to be a hollow shell for a necromancer to puppet? That’s why you were born? You think you haven’t suffered enough to earn a little good?” Imogen huffed and set her glare in the taller woman who was currently curled in on herself. “You think Letters isn’t worthy of love? A family? A future? Just cause his life came about a little differently? Cause he’s two old to feel as young as he does? Cause sometimes he gets the urge to do bad things cause a’ how he was made?”

“Of course not!”

“Well you’re no different.”

Laudna’s eyes darted around, welling up with cloudy tears. “Well, I never thought about it like that.”

Imogen shifted to hold her face, “You deserve this hun, all the good and the weird and the beautiful, you’re just as alive as any of us and shit, you’ll probably even outlive some of us.”

“I should hope not.”

“At least Chetney.”

“…I can live with that.”

They watched eachother in the near darkness, taking a moment to breath as the tension finally faded and the roar behind Imogen’s ears dimmed.

“I’m not letting you go.” Imogen reaffirmed.

Laudna smiled sadly but kissed her forehead. “I hope not, nor I, you.”

“Good.” The last of Imogen’s anger left her in a few hot tears that pressed into cold skin as they hugged and swayed for a long moment.

“Shall we try sleeping again?” Laudna murmured.

Imogen waited until she was almost sure Laudna was asleep before whispering softly. “I’m afraid I’ll see my momma walk into the storm.”

Laudna made a pained noise and cradled her closer. “I’m so sorry dear.”

“It’s alright, really, she’s easier to let go of now that I know more.”

“It’s very much not alright. It’s entirely fucked and horrible. But I’ll be right here the entire time you’re asleep, you won’t be alone for a second, I swear it.”

“Alright.”

#imodna #critical role #imogen temult #laudna #c3e89 #critical role spoilers #critrole #orym of the air ashari #cr orym #my fics

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I wanted to give you all something for my birthday but I didn't have anything finished. We're celebrating today, but I still don't have anything finished, so I've decided to split the red string of fate scenarios and give you 3 of the 5

Red string of fate

Cw red string of fate, demon slayer reader for Muzan, Enmu, demon reader for Rengoku, general violence, blood mentions, reader cries a lot, gore in Muzan’s part, Muzan breaks your wrist, Muzan turns you into a demon, unwanted comforting and affection from Enmu, lots of crying and some comfort in Rengoku's

You don’t know how it came to this. You were sent out to investigate rumors of a demon in a small village, you thought it would be quick. In and out, scout out the demon, kill it, and leave. But this was no minor demon.

After following a twisting feeling in your gut, you’d found a figure walking off into the woods and you’d followed. You’d been quiet, they shouldn’t have known you were there. Any demon below a moon wouldn’t have been able to detect you. As you readied your stance to take the silent attack, the figure turned to you.

Those Ruby eyes, the jet black hair, the pale skin. This was no demon. This was the king of demons.

Muzan.

Your mind didn’t allow you to falter, it forced your body to strike and you listened. He knew you were there, it was obvious in the way he blocked your blade and dodged your breathing techniques. He had to admit you weren’t half bad, but he was tired of keeping up his charade and was growing irked by you.

He grabbed your blade in his hand and tore it from your grasp, throwing it to the forest floor before grabbing your neck. You gasped and he could feel your pulse race beneath his fingers. It took no effort to lift you and press your back against a tree, allowing him to apply even more pressure to your throat.

You kicked and thrashed, eyes dripping with tears as you glared with a heavy brow and gritted teeth. Your hands reached to scratch his face but he only needed to move his head just slightly to avoid you. Eventually as you were losing air, your hand weakly grasped his wrist, and the moment your grip closed around him, the skin of your pinky slit open.

A single thin line around the base that began dripping blood that soon wove on air and wrapped around Muzan’s own finger. As you felt your strength leaving you your eyes barely widened, but his blew wide, pupils shrinking as he looked at his hand, then yours, then your face.

His lips parted in a snarl, exposing perfect teeth and sharp fangs before he pulled you away from the tree, swinging your body as he turned, and slammed you to the ground, hand still on your neck. Your hand fell limp as your ears rang with the sound of a harsh crack before your consciousness slipped from your grasp.

He glared at your body from where he sat, body stiff and muscles tense. You’re restrained, not that you truly needed to be. He’d done enough damage to your skull to keep you disoriented for a while. He stared at his hand, looked at the ring of split skin that refused to close. His eyes followed the blood red string that dangled for only a few centimeters before phasing out of view.

He moved his gaze to you, laying on the floor, arms outstretched in the no doubt painful pose he’d dropped you into. He motioned and tapped his finger on nothing before giving his hand a short yank, closed fist moving towards his chest. He watched yours twitch and pull towards him just slightly. Your eyes squeezed together and you whined.

He takes a knee beside you and watches you wake. You’ve been stripped of your uniform coat and he watches every muscle tense and flex in your efforts to wake and right yourself. He’d taken any weapons you had hidden in your clothes, not for his safety but to force the feeling of helplessness upon you.

Your eyes blinked open sluggishly. The lighting in the room was dim, and you felt dizzy. Your vision was swimming, but soon your gaze shifted and found…him. Blood red eyes looking down at you the only thing you could focus on and see clearly. The startled panic that floods your brain and body hurts, causing the throbbing to intensify, yet you still try to get up. Your limbs ache, your head pounds, and your pulse races, yet you still try.

Unable to ground yourself with your hands bound, your arms collapse beneath you. A cold hand makes contact with your face, you can register the waking slaps your cheek is receiving and you try to focus.

He watches you as you try to right yourself, you look like a pathetic creature, a kicked dog in an alleyway, yet you’re obviously fighting to wake up. It’s admirable.

Your eyes shoot open as your body gives a violent jolt and you gasp, finally having awoken yourself. You heave looking nauseous, but he gives you one look and you visibly fight throwing up. He’s left you alive, you don’t need to anger him to the point he kills you.

He waits for you to calm down, breathing at a slightly faster pace than normal, but you’re afraid so it’s expected. “Took you long enough.” You glare at him and pull hard at your restraints, the sound of rope straining but not giving way. “I’m probably concussed, you bastard…” speaking hurts your throat but you do it anyway.

He chuckles with a look of surprise. “Oh, we’re being snappy are we? I could kill you before you could even take your next breath and you want to have an attitude?” You groan, everything is too much on your mind. “Stop threatening it, if you’re gonna kill me then do it already.” He says nothing, and his face returns to its normal blank expression.

“No, I won’t do you that favor. I’m going to do to you what you fear most.” His eyes flash and your body grows cold. It’s useless, but you turn over and make every effort you can to crawl away. He watches your pitiful attempt at escaping before standing. He barely moves five steps before he’s stepping over you and lowering to straddle your back, letting his weight pin you down. You thrash beneath him until he grabs you by your hair, wrenching your head back and causing an intense pain to your scalp. You yelp, tears stinging your eyes as you feel his breath on your neck.

“If you were made for me, you better taste exactly how I like.” In a show of gentleness that hurts your soul, his lips brush over your neck before his tongue paints your skin. He bares his teeth before sinking them deep into you. You whimper as you feel the blood being sucked from you, and jump when his hand slams to the floor beside your head. His nails destroy the wood as they dig into it.

His head adjusts to be closer to you, nose pressing into your skin as he breathes in your scent. You do taste exactly how he likes, in fact better than any human he’s devoured before. He moans, body relaxing and sinking further down onto yours. His fangs pierce your skin again and his jaw braces.

You scream as flesh is torn from your neck. You feel the veins stretch before snapping, you feel them brush your skin as they dangle. It’s hard to breathe and you hear wheezing when you try. You realize he’s torn into your larynx, air isn’t reaching your lungs. As tears fall you feel extraordinary pain in the other side of your neck, followed by something being pumped into your body. You can only assume it’s his blood from what you've been taught about how demons are made.

In one last ditch effort to fight back you throw your balled fists behind your head. You hope to hit him, but he catches your wrists before you could. As if the pain he’s caused you until now wasn’t enough, he crushes the bones in your wrists, leaving you now utterly defenseless. Your body is violently grabbed and you’re turned onto your back. As he looks down at you, blood covering his chin and trailing down his neck, you try to burn the image of him into your mind. Solidify your hatred for him, so that it continues to burn inside you until the end of time.

“It’s a shame I have to turn you. You taste utterly divine.” Pain begins to overwhelm you, your neck is on fire and your every organ, every muscle, every nerve, every fiber of your being feels as if they’re being torn apart and violently fighting for space as they reform, and they must be. Your soul is trying so hard to shut it down, to let you die, and it’s exhausting you.

“I wonder how powerful you’ll be. If fate wants to tie you to me it should at least make you useful.” You shake your head, denying that you’d ever surrender and become a demon. “Don’t be stupid, you’ll survive.” As your system begins to fight itself and your eyes begin to close, you see him pick up your hand while rising to a crouch above you. He taunts you with his uncaring grasp on your pinky. “There’s no way you’ll die. Not with this.” He drops your hand and stands, walking away and leaving you there.

Enmu

Your mind swam, thoughts based in reality weaving with conjured, forced dreams. Memories that were warm, inviting, fake. The wind rushed as the train moved, thunderous and heavy on your body but all you could hear was your feet on the metal roof, your breathing, and his laughter. Taunting you, as you choked and shook and swung at him in the brief moments your eyes could focus. The rain soaking your haori made it heavy on your back and in a moment of frustration you stab your sword into the roof beneath you, holding yourself steady, and tearing the fabric from your back, popping seams and shredding fibers to rid yourself of it.

You notice you’re able to clear the fog from your mind and focus again, you look around you to find the demon staring at you from where he stands out of reach, expression unreadable. He blinks, then chuckles, raising a hand to his mouth and covering his smile as if to preserve modesty. “You could’ve hurt someone. Who’s to say no one was standing at their seat just below you, only to have had their life ended by the searing pierce of a blade through their skull?” You glare at him, and if not for the ringing in your ears and the haziness fogging your eyes, a now telltale sign of his blood demon art, you’d tell him to shut up.

Metal screeches as you pull your sword from the roof and charge at him, angling your sword. He crouches just slightly before vaulting over your head, but you expected it, swinging back to catch his neck as he descended head first behind you. He knew you would try. The world moved in slow motion when his hand reached out and landed on yours where you clutched the hilt of your blade to stop it. His fingers wrapped around yours and instantly your hand grows cold.

His, on the other hand, now burns white hot. He watches his finger tear at the base, red blood a stark contrast to his ash white skin, falling in dripped lines and bleeding onto your own hand. It approaches the base of your own, your pinky split and oozing a single line of blood that meets his. He knows what this is, and given the look on your face, so do you. When his shoes make contact on the roof he moves with barely a thought. His hands move to your face and neck, slamming the meat of his palm into your jaw and pressing on your neck with the other. It was too quick for you, and you succumb to unconsciousness, a dreamless kind that you won’t wake so easily from.

Your eyes roll back before fluttering shut and you collapse into his waiting arms. He knocked you out before he could think what he would do with you. As he looked down at you he knew he wasn’t going to kill you. He made his way back inside and sat you down in an empty car.

And he sat. For a while he watched you, looked at your hand, looked at his own. Watched the string, currently short and dangling, reappear in the light as he moved his hand closer to yours, disappearing again as he moves it away, before dancing his fingers up your leg. Your hand lay palm down on your thigh, Enmu moves his fingers beneath yours, ever so slowly, feeling how his cold flesh warms the longer he touches you. He moves slower than time itself as he interlocks your fingers, marveling at the string that began showing more and more the closer your hands came to each other, now connected as he holds your hand.

He can’t help the giggle that tickles his throat before dragging his gaze up your arm, your shoulder, to your face. Your hair is still wet, though it’s begun to dry in the time he spent watching you, but your skin is still dewy. Your lashes still beaded with drops of rain, streams of water slowly trickling down your forehead, your brows and eyes, your cheeks, to your chin and your neck. They almost resemble tears, though he desired to see what true tears looked like on you. He hadn’t noticed, but he had absentmindedly begun stroking your hand with his thumb. Looking down upon it, he was almost sad to let go of it to bring it close to his face. You were so warm, he can’t remember how being human felt, or if he ever felt the touch of another in this way, but it was…well, he couldn’t describe it. But he wanted more.

As he rested your hand on his cheek, he turned his head, allowing his lips to brush your palm and soon his tongue to taste your skin. Just the taste alone excited him. His eyes hadn’t left your face, and they didn’t even as he gently scraped his teeth over the meat of your palm, before piercing it with his fangs. He would fight to control himself as your life flooded his senses, lighting every taste bud of his tongue on fire. You were sweet, sharp, you burned as he drank you down and yet you left a light, buzzing flavor in his mouth.

The pain of the bite must’ve been enough to wake you, as he watched your face scrunch and your eyes blink open. He watched them focus on him and the fear blossom within you before you reacted. Scared, like a cornered cat, you swiped at his face, every nail digging in and tearing his skin. It wasn’t a shock as he had predicted you’d lash out, so his next move was already planned, hand shooting forward and grabbing your neck the moment your nails left his skin. He pressed hard, pinning your head to the wall but careful not to stop your breathing. He felt his own breath shudder in his chest as he breathed in, face turned away from you after your ‘attack’.

You watched in fear as he turned to face you, open cuts on his face sealing and repairing themselves as he did, soon looking as if they were never there at all, only small trickles of blood left in their place. His eyes were heavy lidded and his lips nearly in a pout as he looked at you. “That wasn’t very nice…”

Your throat strained to swallow the fear welling up inside it but you steel your nerves as best you can. “Get your filthy hands off me.” His head tilted to the side and he tried to pout, though his insincerity made him crack a smile as he laughed. “That’s no way to talk to your soulmate you know…” his hand releases your neck but his fingers tuck into the collar of your uniform and he looks at his hand. He doesn’t even acknowledge you, and it angers you.

“You are not my-“ he yanks you forward and grabs your hand that reaches out to stop yourself from falling into him, making you collide with his chest. He holds your hand in a vice-like grip, yet your fingers are intertwined like the hands of two lovers. “Oh but I am,” you’re forced to look at your hand once more, seeing the red string connecting your pinkies. This just can’t be…if you don’t die here, how will you return home? Tell the others what’s happened to you, let them know you’re in a whole new kind of danger. “I can see you thinking, what’s going on in that cute little head of yours?” Your eyes sting with tears of anger as you look at him, and he only gazes down at you with a look that tells you flat out he isn’t threatened by you.

“You’re not going home, you’re not going to see anyone you know ever again.” Your chest heaves as you try to contain your sobs, your head lowers and tears finally fall, darkening the fabric of his pants from how close he is to you. He clicks his tongue, coddling you and wrapping you up in his arms, petting your hair to soothe you. “It’ll be alright, you’ll learn to live without them. Maybe I can ask Lord Muzan to turn you, make it easier for you. How does that sound?”

He’s delusional…your sobs shake your body in his arms and you shake your head, grasping at his coat and pressing your face into his chest, seeking any sort of stability in attempt to ground yourself. This isn’t what you want, this isn’t supposed to be your life. You were supposed to fight and die for the sake of humanity, sacrifice your life to end the existence of demons and better the lives of innocent humans. But now, you’ve been forced to begin living your life for a demons sake. Fate never meant anything to you, your fate was to die. Now, all you can do is live…

Rengoku

You can handle this, you tell yourself. He’s not that strong, you can handle this. You’ve been given another chance at life by that man and you weren’t going to waste it. You’ve only been here a hundred years, you’re not dying yet. But as you bend your back nearly all the way to the ground to avoid the blade slicing through the air, you can feel fear creeping back into your mind. Something you haven’t felt in a long time.

He was making you angry, how dare he make you fear for your life. This was a human man, he shouldn’t, isn’t, a threat to you. But you can tell that you’re losing, you’re only alive because you’re fast enough to avoid death. You launch yourself as far away from him as you can, vaulting over him in an attempt to catch him off guard and give yourself more distance. You land in a crouch and stare at the ground, taking only a second to cool your system. His back would be to you right now, even the two seconds it would take him to turn around and face you should give you time to gather yourself. But when you look up he’s barely a sword’s length away. You raise your arm and catch his blade in your forearm, forcing your bones to harden as much as they can but you can feel the blade moving further and further as he presses down. You’ve barely made this man bleed, you split his lip open and blood had been seeping down his chin but it hardly bled now. You can feel your heart racing, you can feel your teeth grinding, and as you look him the eyes, bright, flaming, and free of hatred, you can feel your own begin to water.

You haven’t cried in a very long time. You couldn’t recall the last time you had. His eyes widen but nothing changes, his composure remains and your brows crease in anger. You make one last attempt at saving yourself by grabbing hold of a hand holding the sword in your arm and pull. It does nothing but spark and soon light aflame.

Both of your hands brighten your faces in the dark, and it’s warm. It’s kind, it doesn’t burn, it’s gentle as it dies down while crawling to your pinky, small flames licking at your skin as they wrap tight around your finger. When the flame dies, a bright, shining red string lies around the base of your finger like a ring. You know what this is, every child is told of the fairy tale that is the red string connecting one lover to their destined other half.

Rengoku stared down at his hand, red string wrapped daintily around his battle scarred finger. This wasn’t right, it can’t be. He vowed to kill demons when he became a slayer, but looking at you as you cry before him, even collapsing to your knees and screaming in anguish, as you push back against his blade, he wasn’t able to push you any further. His arm lifted without a thought, his hand tossed his sword slightly in the air, and his palm wrapped around the blade. You only had a second to react before he swung the hilt at your head. The flame guard sliced through the skin of your forehead as you yelped, though you fell motionless to the ground. His hand bled as he watched the wound on your forehead heal as you laid there.

He stared at you for only a moment before checking to see that you were fully unconscious. Your heart was beating, but you didn’t respond to stimuli. Though he wanted to kill you and let you find peace, this was something no one has ever seen, and it would need to be handled carefully. Night had just fallen when he drew you out, so he had time to bring you to the master, but he needed to be quick. He sheathed his sword and picked up your sleep heavy body and held you as tightly as he could as he ran.

He ran until the sun began to rise, making it to headquarters just in time. He rushed through greetings and emphasized the urgency of getting you inside in a dark room.

He bound you on the floor. He could overpower you, but you were in the home of the master, he refused to put others in danger. He’d brought you to him when he arrived, and though the master couldn’t see it, he could feel the thread connecting your hands. He told Rengoku that, observing the unspoken ‘rules’ for those who have found their soulmates, no one else could interfere. It was his choice what to do. So he waited for you to wake.

Looking down at you…you look, human. The only thing that stood out were pointed ears, and fangs that were unnaturally long. He wonders what kind of person you were…are. He saw it in your face as he tried to kill you. You’d cried, screamed, but not in anger, it felt like…you were pleading for him to stop. His brows drew together in confusion, but he set the thought aside as you began to stir. When your eyes begin to open and focus he sees your muscles tense. You spring up into a sitting position and feel your wrists and arms are bound tightly behind your back.

“I suggest you think about your next move very carefully.” He can see the panic on your eyes as you search the room, eyes looking for a door or window or any way out. “It’s past sunrise, even if you got out of those restraints you’d have nowhere to go.” Your chest rises and falls rapidly and you slowly push yourself away from him and to the wall behind you as you try to calm down. He can see your eyes becoming red and teary again.

“…Do you remember anything?”

You try as hard as you can not to stare into his eyes, for they feel as if they’re lighting you aflame with that same gentle fire as yesterday. You slowly nod. You don’t know if you would rather you didn’t remember, but you do. “What do you remember…” You put your head down, watching the floor nervously. Your chest shakes as you breathe. “I was fighting you, and I grabbed for your sword hand and it…” you caught how his hand twitched in the corner of your vision, “that thing appeared.”

“Do you know what it means?” You scoff before you sniffle then speak, throat hoarse as you begin to cry. “I’m not stupid. Everyone knows what it means.” Your wrists rip from their binding as if you didn’t even know it was there, and you wipe your eyes roughly. “It means the universe has played some sick joke on me for its own amusement. I’m bound to a slayer for life.” He silently watches as you begin to break down.

“Why does it have to be me! Why did I have to die!” Rengoku remains calm but he can feel the string tightening and pulling. It’s telling him to comfort you, but he must remain calm and alert. “Why now…I didn’t ask for this…why couldn’t fate have been kind…” His brows pinch together in confusion. He watches as you slowly lift your head and stare at the ceiling. Your voice is soft and pained. “You’ve never been kind to me…” tears trail down your cheeks, down your neck. “In life you left me to search and search, left me to yearn for the one who could help me.” Rengoku sits there stunned. Most demons don’t remember their human lives. “You left me to die…alone. You let that man….that monster ruin my chance of being free of everything…” Your emotions are raging, pulling you back and forth, wishing you had died while wishing you had gotten to live your life. Rengoku can feel how you’re hurting, and he can’t fight the urge to comfort you any longer. You’re unaware as he moves closer, or rather you know what he’s doing but can longer care to be cautious.

You believe he will kill you, and although being a demon makes you feel useless and weak for being killed by a demon slayer, the fact your death would be at the hand of your soulmate gave you comfort, though very little. Your mind reminds you vividly of the man who turned you, bright red eyes that only leave fear and death in their wake. Your voice is almost inaudible as you speak to the powers above humanity.

“I hate him………..I hate you…”

Your head falls and you see how close he is to you now. The look on his face finally breaks you. Brows knit and drawn upward, eyes soft in worry, mouth open in shock. You sob, you weep, you wail, you can’t hold it in anymore. You don’t know what came over you but you topple forward into his chest, hands shakily gripping his clothes. “I can’t do this anymore! Please! Take my life, it must be done. You protect people, you can’t do that while leaving me alive! You deserve to…” you wait for him to take his sword and slice clean through your neck, but the pain never comes. What does come is two strong arms wrapping gently around you.

“I’m sorry…I’m sorry you’ve had such a hard time. I know how life is, it isn’t ever fair.” He slides a hand up your back and cups the back of your head, resting his chin on you. “But we must keep moving.” He feels you move closer to him, it feels as if you’re trying to enter the safety that is his heart. He doesn’t want to promise anything, because he doesn’t know if it’s possible, but he’ll try as hard as he can. “There’s another demon kind of like you…I can’t assume you haven’t killed anyone, but I’m not here to judge you. She’s never killed anyone, never eaten anyone. She sees humans as family, and works to protect them.” You look up at him, confused as to how that’s possible. “I’ve heard several people are working to return this young girl's humanity to her.” Your eyes widen. “I can explain our situation, and I will do everything I can to return yours to you, if that is what you desire.”

Your eyes look so deeply into his as you nod.

“…Please…”

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amaiaqt · 1 year

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤミㅤthe day my love was bornㅤ⋆ ｡˚ㅤ♡ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤyou know what day it is ? ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤcyno !

being the general mahamatra, time was scarce to cyno.

so scarce in fact, that he treasured every second he had in your presence. it was his birthday, and he was given the free leave for the day, and at the opportunity of rest and relaxation with you, even for just a day, well who was he to reject it ?

he treasures these simple, sweet moments. the sun has just risen, it's rays illuminating the homey bedroom in a warm, lucent light. the sheets are still warm, almost perfectly contrasting the cold breeze that blew through the slightly opened window by the bed. but what made it even more precious ? you in his arms, your face comfortably nuzzled against his chest, your soft breathes tickling his skin.

he treasured these moments the most, these moments with you. because his schedule wasn't generous, minutes with you were so fleeting that it frustrated him almost daily.

so if you were to ask him what he wanted to do to celebrate today, you shouldn't expect more than something along the lines of 'spend it with you.', to others it would've been corny, or just the general wanting a days rest and wording it romantically for you.

but to him, really, it was genuinely all he wanted. every hour, every minute, every second that he's out on patrols, dealing with eremites that acted out of line, clearing out enemy camps, fulfilling his duties as a publicly known menace of a general, he wishes he could just spend with you. all the time that he spends—no, wastes on his duties, he wishes he could've spent it with you.

because really, would he be greedy to ask ? would it be too much to ask ? to spend all day, even just today, with you. no matter how, really. constantly following behind you as you do your business around the house like you usually do, walking with you hand-in-hand while you go shopping, or even just having his pinky intertwined with yours while you finish paperwork as he sits beside you. please, any sort of time with you, he swears it's not too much to ask, right ?

that's all he'd ask for, that's all he'd wish for if you tell him to blow out the candle and make a wish. really, that's all he wants today.

your hand lazily reaching to cup his face cut his train of thought, and his rufous eyes met with yours. "what were you thinking about ?" you asked curiously, your thumb softly caressing his cheek. cyno smiled, his own hand cupping the one you had on his cheek, "today, i was thinking about today." he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, "do you know what today is ?" you hum, almost contemplating the question. "the day my love was born !" you chirped, but, cyno didn't exactly get what you meant, as evident when his eyebrows furrowed while he blinked slowly. you rolled your eyes, now cupping his face with both hands,

"you're my love silly !" and at that, it finally clicked to cyno. "ahh.." you laughed at him, gingerly peppering kisses to his face as you threw your arms around his neck, hugging him. "i get it." he chuckled, shifting to have you lay comfortably on top of him, "i was almost worried you wouldn't." you joked, melting into your boyfriend's touch as his hand massages circles into your back. "i almost didn't, you're so poetic, sometimes i can't keep up." "i mean, my words are what charmed you, weren't they ?" he hummed in response —

of course, he'd never forget. your peers would cover their ears at any given moment that you two had a conversation, because whenever he'd sneak in an obnoxious pun, you'd retort with an unconnected poetic one-liner. it was back and forth whenever you two would start, archons get a room or get out of the room, please.

"you seem lost in thought today," you pause, waiting for cyno's eyes to meet yours again before continuing, "is something on your mind ?" you asked, now drawing spirals on his chest with a finger. "i was just.." cyno looks at you, admiring you as you looked up at him through your lashes, but he blinks a couple of times to urge himself to finish. "i was reminiscing, nothing important, promise." he smiles at you, now wrapping both arms around your waist as you stayed on top of him.

having you close like this, your warmth, your scent, your presence, if eternity were to grant him one wish, he'd describe this very moment detail by detail.

he closed his eyes longingly at the thought, opening them to admire you once again. he slowly sat up, shifting so you were comfortable in his lap. "love, can i make a request ?" you perk up, "it's your birthday, so, of course ! anything you want for today will be all yours." you reassure, waiting patiently for him to speak.

"then, can we just, spend the day together ? every second, together." he hides his face in the crook of your neck as his arms wrapped around you tighter. "i mean, that's all you want ? really ?" you questioned, but you weren't exactly complaining about his request. "yes, really. that's all i wish for today." he even nodded, looking up at you with those pleading eyes that only you can ever see on the face of the mighty general mahamatra.

"of course, of course, i'd love to make your wish come true."

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sona-verse01 · 1 year

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❁ Enhypen ❁

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ You make them blush ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇

Pairing: idol!bf x gn!reader

My bias: Jay

Genre: lots of fluff!

Warning: none!

Request: @revegene

Disclaimer:

English is not my 1st language.

Don't copy/translate/steal my work.

Images are not mine, downloaded from internet.

It is purely based on my imagination ONLY. It has nothing to do with Enhypen and their personalities.

❁ Jungwon:

Holding his hand in public.

You went to park with Jungwon. You could see many couples holding hand, or kissing. You wanted to experience the same, but you knew Jungwon was shy to initiate skinship in public.

When you both reached a less crowded area, you held his pinky with your pinky. You could see his ears turning red, but he didn't say anything.

You thought he didn't like it, so you removed your pinky and looked other way. Jungwon understood what happened, then interwined his hand with yours. When you looked at his face, he was all red from blushing and being shy.

❁ Heeseung:

Cooking for him.

Heeseung always appreciated small gestures of love from you. He came to your house after 1 week. You decided to show him how much you missed him, by planning a candle light dinner for him.

You cooked his favorite dishes and got dressed as well. You wore tight fit dress and when he entered your house, he was too stunned and his face slowing turning red.

You noticed that as well and couldn't stop yourself from swooning over his red face. He made sure to tell you how much grateful he is to have you. At this moment, he wanted nothing more than sliding a ring in your finger.

❁ Jay:

Admiring him.

He was focusing on his work. You were reading your novel. You both were in comfortable silence. You usually got shy in eye contact with Jay, so you rarely got chance to admire his face.

While he was working, you took the chance and started admiring his face. His beautiful eyes, nose, cheeks, visible forhead, his lips (😘), and the way he used his tongue to glisten his lips.

You were too lost in admiring, that you didn't notice that Jay has caught you staring at him. He snapped in front of your face and you came out of your thoughts. Then you noticed the redness of blush he had on his face, looking handsome as ever.

❁ Jake:

Kiss (on cheek) in public.

You were out on grocery shopping with your bf Jake, who was following you like a lost puppy. You could feel stares on your back.

So, you faced backwards to see some guys staring at you. Jake also noticed that, he wanted to hold your hand, but couldn't (hands full of bags).

You felt Jake's discomfort, so you kissed him on his cheek. (Not to mention, it was first time you kissed him on cheek). He was literally on cloud 9 with blush evident on his face, ears and neck. You were also blushing, but couldn't stop yourself from cooing.

❁ Sunghoon:

Holding his face.

You decided to clean your bf's dorm wardrobe. Hoon was helping you as well. You both were too busy to notice how close your faces were. Hoon dropped something, and looked at him.

You both were lost in each other's eyes, when you heard jay coughing at the door. You both came to senses, and Hoon crouched to pick his belt.

When he got up, he didn't notice the self. His head hit the self directly and winced at the pain. You held his face and blew air on his forehead. He couldn't help but blush, seeing you caring so much for him.

❁ Sunoo:

Closeness.

Close proximity was very rare in your relationship with Sunoo. As you both were shy in this scenario. Whenever he gave you kiss (on cheek), you both would keep your eyes close.

You both were having dinner at a nice restaurant. Sunoo was eating pasta (I'm suddenly hungry). There was some sauce on his lips. You asked him to remove it, but he didn't clean it completely.

You searched for some tissues. You left your sit, and went to him. You held his face close to you, and removed the sauce. When he noticed the closeness, he started blushing like red sauce, even though he was eating white sauce pasta.

❁ Ni-Ki:

Cheering for him.

You went to enha's dance studio, to meet Ni-ki. Opening the door, you saw Jay and Sunghoon having a dance battle. You also started cheering for them, along with other members.

After them, next were Ni-ki and Jake. You started cheering loudly for him. Red blush on his ears was getting darker. His heart eyes for you, were visible to everyone.

He tried his best to calm his heart, and paid attention on their battle. After he won, immediately came to you and hugged you. He was happy for having a very supportive partner.

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~ Mary my darling!! all that’s been on my mind lately is Calvin, wifey, baby El & Six-Thirty going on a little family picnic🥹

it’s a beautiful day, mid spring. the birds are chirping away & the sky is clear, not a raindrop in sight. it was particularly warmer on this day & the plan to go on a little impromptu picnic was in full swing. you decided to wear this baby pink dress, that had a white collar & little pink bows going down the middle of it, almost acting as the buttons of the dress. Cal had bought it for you as a gift. but he didn’t just buy one for you. he bought one for baby Ellen too :,) you were going to match today & you wanted to get Cal’s reaction once he sees the two of you.

his reaction is just priceless once he notices that you are in fact matching. he’s all giddy & telling you how pretty you both look! Cal decides to wear a salmon colored shirt to keep the pinky vibes going. you get the sandwiches & drinks prepped, while Calvin carries around baby El with him, retrieving a blanket & woven basket to put the food/drinks in. once everything is all ready, you take El from Cal & he starts to load up the car. Six-Thirty hops into the back next to baby girls car seat, keeping an eye on her & making sure she’s all good. Six-Thirty is always making sure Ellen is safe no matter what, even if it’s as simple as driving somewhere, he’s always alert & ready to be of aid.

it’s not too long of a drive, so you get there pretty soon after hoping in the car. once you arrive, you are met with miles of green grass & trees lined all along the outskirts of the park. it’s very peaceful, a whiff of fresh air immediately hits you & the sun is casting down, reflecting onto the shiny field. you & Cal hop out, get El & Six-Thirty from the back, & grab the food basket/blanket from the trunk. once situated, you all head over to a spot in the shade, setting down the picnic blanket & take a seat.

the rest of the afternoon consisted of eating little sandwiches & snacks until your bellies were full. Calvin ended up bringing a frisbee to throw around for Six-Thirty to catch & play with, which was fun to watch. you had also brought a few of Baby El’s favorite books to read aloud to her. some of them were interactive, which had baby girl clapping & giggling along🥹 as a little activity to do all together as a family, you retrieved some bubbles from the bag & blew them. they’d get swept up by the wind & El would try to reach out to catch them. Six-Thirty was jumping around, trying to catch them in his mouth too & letting out little barks of excitement. the day was a mixture of family, giggles, & lots of fun !!

~ my love i know this wasn’t super detailed or anything, i’m sorry about that! but this idea has been on my mind & i definitely encourage you to add any thoughts to it if you want 🥰 but i hope you enjoyed this little thought regardless 💗

MEGGY BABY THIS IS SO CUTE!!!!!!!!! I Can't even right now!!! Just the thought of this alone is making me swoon!!!

Ok but the fact alone that wifey and Baby Ellen match?? That's just so perfect!!! I love the baby pink color so picturing them in matching dresses is adorable. I feel like Cal's mother would be taking so many pictures of Baby Ellen for her scrapbook too and maybe in later years, Ellen keeps it to hand down to her daughter.

Oooh and picturing Cal in that salmon colored shirt to keep the pinky vibes going? Ooooh my mans looks so good in it, definitely his color (lol).

Six-Thirty definitely rules the backseat of that car and he's got eyes on all of you at all times, doesn't matter if it's a short ride or a long road trip, he's got eyes at all times. You bet that Six-Thirty's always doing something in the backseat too to throw Ellen into a fit of giggles and Calvin has to look in the rearview mirror every so often to make sure the dog isn't causing trouble but he knows the dog better than most other people and that despite the antics, he knows Ellen's got the best bodyguard in the world.

And the picnic spot!!!! Ugh I bet it's just gorgeous! Just huge stretches of green grass, big shady trees as far as the eye can see and maybe it's a wildflower meadow near the river that's all covered in black-eyed-susans, red buckeyes, purple coneflowers, chicory, daisies, yellow buttercups and Indian paintbrush. Everything smells like spring, the soil, the grass, the water and you and Cal can both agree that this is definitely your spot.

Oooh the sandwiches must be so tasty!! I bet you ten to nothing that you and Calvin learned how to make excellent sandwiches from both his mother and from some of his mother's friends in the neighborhood (I love the Binging with Babish videos on YouTube and he makes some of the best sandwiches I've ever seen, I'll have to send'em to you if you want'em). You guys even made bottles of homemade lemonade like three days before and after they chilled in the fridge for that long? Just perfect.

I love the thought of Baby El crawling all over the picnic blanket and grabbing some of the flowers in her chubby little hands. Maybe wifey makes her a little flower crown because she's the princess in the family and of course the princess needs her crown.

I don't know why but I can totally see Ellen's favorite book either being Peter Rabbit or Goodnight Moon. Those are the two stories that you and Calvin probably read to her the most and what better to read in spring that Peter Rabbit?? (lol).

I have a feeling Six-Thirty is gonna be chasing that frisbee all over the place and may or may not have run into the river. Every time he catches it in his mouth, Ellen's giggling and clapping her little hands which in turn makes you and Calvin laugh.

Meggy this is just perfect my dear, I'm definitely gonna have to save this one for spring because it's just so beautiful! Like the cottagecore vibes I got from this were the ultimate *chef's kiss* (lol).

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lass-that-is-gone · 2 years

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Cabin Fever

Pairing: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x WSO Reader (Callsign: Fang)

Summary: You were more than content to go through life in relative obscurity, but fate says otherwise. After your jet crashes into the middle of nowhere, you and Rooster are forced to depend on each other to survive.

A/N: Trying my hand out on a Rooster x Reader fanfic this time. Just a warning, my knowledge on plane crashes only goes as far as Grey’s Anatomy S8E24, so if you could please turn a blind eye on any inaccuracy, kindly do so.

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It hurt to breathe.

It probably had to be related to the fact that your jet plummeted from the sky at breakneck speed. Hell, were you even alive? You vaguely thought of the tidbit of info about severed heads—the head could still be conscious even when separated from the body.

But you could still feel your limbs, which was a good sign. The throbbing pain was not, however. You tried moving a pinky, and then your hand—okay, still works, so far, so good. You wiggled your toes inside your boots and then sighed in relief when you realized that everything is working fine.

You’re probably black and blue, but you don’t seem to have any broken bones. Rooster, on the other hand—

You gasped as soon as you remembered your pilot, realizing that his seat was sandwiching you to yours.

“Rooster? Hey, Rooster!” You called out. No answer. Shit.

You tried to extricate yourself from the seat as much as you can, using the remnants of the canopy as leverage, foregoing the eject handle just dangling there—they malfunctioned earlier.

With your upper body freed, you could see Rooster passed out in his seat. Panic and adrenaline set you to action. You were able to pull yourself free, and immediately put a hand on the man’s neck to check his pulse. Relief washed over you when you felt the steady beating.

“Rooster? Wake up, man. We’ve got to get out of here!” You tapped at his cheek intently when you started smelling the jet fuel.

He stirred, face scrunching at the sudden onslaught of pain he’s feeling. Good, he’s conscious. You were unaware of the extent of his injuries, but at least he’s conscious.

“F-Fang? Wud happened?” He slurred.

“Engine blew out. We crashed. Snap out of it, Rooster! We’ve got to move!” You snapped. The smell of jet fuel was getting stronger by the minute. Once it reaches the busted engine, both of you are literally toast.

There was no time for comfort. You grabbed Rooster’s arm and pulled while he tried to push himself out his seat. The two of you would have to jump out of the jet as it was suspended by almost 3 feet, cradled by a multitude of trees. These trees probably cushioned the impact and the only reason why the two of you are alive now.

You jumped down, landing on the rocky ground with a soft thud. Your knees buckled beneath you, but you managed to catch yourself. Rolling to the side, you signaled an all-clear to Rooster, who landed a bit more unceremoniously.

Despite the situation, you had to bite your lip to keep from smiling.

“Are you okay?” You asked, crouching down beside him.

He was lying on his back and staring at you with eyes unfocused. “Define ‘okay’.”

“Not dead.” You deadpanned.

Rooster flashed you a lopsided grin as he slowly lifted himself up. With your help, the two of you were able to put ample distance from jet, which, as if on cue, started blazing. There goes all hope that maybe you can check if the controls and radio was still working.

Your priority now was to get away from the crash site as fast as possible, just in case it explodes. You grabbed Rooster by the arm and dragged him further into the foliage. It was a silent trek, the two of you still trying to process what had happened.

Why did the engine catch fire? The two of you haven’t been on air that long, and you are sure that there was no bird strike or whatever that could’ve busted the engine.

You were shaken out of your thoughts when you felt a drop of water hit your cheek. You lifted your head up as soon as you heard the sky rumbling. Huge, dark clouds were rolling in and blocking out the sun.

“Oh, fuck me.” You muttered. The forest won’t be dense enough to keep the downpour away. You’ll need to seek shelter before it soaks you both.

“This is going to pour soon. We need to find shelter, quickly.” Rooster echoed your thoughts.

You both decided to split up for bit to scout opposite areas for a tree or overhang that will fit you both. Exhaustion made each step heavy, but you soldiered on, your eye sweeping the expanse of greenery for any prospective shelter. You’ll rest once you find one.

You did find an overhang, but did not approach it. There could be animals in there and you didn’t want to engage it while alone and exhausted. Delighted at your find, you rushed back to your meeting place.

Rooster was already there. He looked comical in his ratty uniform weighed down by his gear and his hair resembling a bird’s nest. You realized you probably looked the same. Suddenly conscious, you tried to run a hand through your hair, hoping to look presentable.

“You wouldn’t believe what I found!” You both exclaimed at the same time.

Your cheeks prickled with embarrassment.

“You first.” You both said in unison again.

You could see that Rooster was flustered too. He was rubbing his neck and as he chuckled. It wasn’t the time to act like Sweet Valley High characters, though. The rain drops were starting to multiply by the second. You pointed a finger at him, indicating for him to go first.

“I found a cabin, not far from here.” He says proudly, beaming. “It looks abandoned, and probably haunted, but it’ll do.”

“A haunted cabin. Wow, that totally beat the overhang I found near the river.”

The two of you started the miserable trek on the downtrodden path that Rooster found. The path was wide enough for a car, a 4x4 most likely. It wasn’t completely overgrown, so someone must’ve been here recently.

Rain started falling steadily, and it became a struggle to walk now with your gear weighing you down as it got wet. You feared you’ll fall on your face if you have to walk any longer.

“There it is! There’s a cabin! You see that, Fang?” Rooster yelled through the downpour, pointing at dark outline of a cabin at the distance.

You perked up and increased your pace into a light jog. Rooster kept a hand at the small of your back to help you along and match his pace.

As soon as you reached the cabin, you both dropped on your backs on the porch, panting. Rooster held his hand up for a high-five, which you returned with a grin that was threatening to split your face. Sue you if you found the cabin as a small win. You both cheated Death that day.

“Nice find, Rooster.” You complimented as he helped you up.

“Thanks, it’s a rustic bungalow—you’re gonna love it.” You laughed weakly at his Property Brothers’ impression. He turned the doorknob, and as expected, it was locked. He looked defeated.

“Worry not,” You assured him, reaching into your hair for a couple of bobby pins. He watched you with wide eyes as you picked the lock open.

“I thought that only works in movies.” He breathed out. “Where’d you learn to do that?”

“Summer camp,” You answered simply, reaching into one of your pockets for a flashlight. Rooster just shook his head and did the same.

The door made a loud, creaking noise when Rooster pushed it open. You couldn’t help but notice how he suddenly stood in front of you protectively on instinct.

You were welcomed by the scent of old books and weathered wood. You can see the dust particles dancing along the beam of light from your flashlight as you scanned the room—the living area was small, but thankfully dry. A lone leather couch faced the fireplace, with a dusty rug stretched out in between. On the other side was a small kitchenette with a four-seater dining table. You spotted a kettle on top of a gas stove that you hoped was working.

Further into room was a tiny bathroom and opposite another door which was the bedroom. At the end of the hall was another door that led down to the basement. Everything was pretty spartan but not neglected. It wasn’t an abandoned cabin; someone occasionally stays here. And by the lack of telephones or any piece of technology, they stayed there to disconnect from life.

Your ears perked up when you heard running water. You ran back to the kitchen area and saw Rooster bent over the kitchen sink. “There’s running water! Look!”

“There is a god!” You held your arms up. “Have you checked if there’s electricity?”

He nodded. “I tried to turn on the lights. It’s either light’s out or the breaker’s switched off.”

“The circuit breaker is probably in the basement” You stated, hands on your hips.

To this, Rooster frowned. “No way I’m going down the basement. I’ve seen Evil Dead.”

You rolled your eyes at his pop culture reference and turned to head down the basement “Fine, I’ll go then. Stay here and check—"

You heard him trailing behind you. “Like hell I’ll let you go alone.”

And that’s how the two of you cautiously descended into the basement. Rooster was so close behind you he’s practically breathing down the back of your neck, making you shiver. His presence was assuring, though, he’s scared but you know he won’t leave you alone to fend for yourself.

Contrary to Rooster’s theory, there weren’t any malevolent spirits in the basement. Just the chunky old heating system, a washing machine and a few dusty boxes. You found the circuit breaker on the wall underneath the stairs. The lever was pulled up, indicating that it was turned off. You pulled it down and prayed for electricity—but when Rooster tried to switch on the lights, there was none.

You sighed in disappointment.

“Hey at least there’s running water.” Rooster chirped, putting a hand on your shoulder.

You scowled at him. “I was looking forward to the heating.” You were both soaked to bone and shivering. After surviving a crash, some centralized heating would be nice.

“I’ll light up the fireplace while you clean up. We can lounge in front of the fire while we wait the storm out.” He suggested.

You nodded, and both of you trudged up the stairs. You both made a bit stop at the bedroom to rummage inside the closet. There were blankets and pillowcases for the bed, and, to your delight, dry clothes. They smelled strongly of mothballs, but clean. Dry clothes were a luxury at the moment.

You disappeared into the bathroom while Rooster went straight to the living room. When you emerged, drowning in the sweater and sweatpants you found and hair wrapped in a towel, Rooster already got the fire started. It lit the entire cabin in a warm, orange glow that made everything look just a bit different. Even Rooster. His features looked even more rugged in the firelight, you thought. He looked you some kind of way, like he’s seeing something he liked making you hold your breath as he passed by on his way to the bathroom.

What the fuck was that?

In an effort to distract yourself, you opened every drawer in the kitchenette. You found pair of chipped mugs, utensils, stale teabags and most important of all—canned food and an unopened package of saltines. Bless whomever owns this cabin! You did a small victory dance when you also discovered that the gas stove worked, too!

“You’re having a dance party without me?” You stopped abruptly, face heating up. Excuses were already on your tongue, but then Rooster began swaying his hips from side to side, whipping the towel above his head to an unknown tune.

He looked absolutely ridiculous, but you laughed and joined him, the two of you making random noises that were supposed to be a club remix.

Eventually, you both got to making tea and reheating canned soup. Rooster wrestled the bed mattress in front of the fireplace, putting fresh sheets and pillows while you divided the soup into two bowls. You both sighed in pleasure as you settled in front of the fire, backs resting against the sofa, elbows touching as you ate dinner. It was quiet for a long time as you both devoured the simple meal.

“Can I be honest?” Rooster broke the silence.

“Mmmh” You mumbled your ascent through a mouthful of crackers.

“This is the best meal I’ve had in a while.” He declared.

You understood what he meant. It was just canned soup and crackers, but after everything that happened that day, you had to agree.

“Can I be honest, too? I agree with you.” You said, smiling at him.

You and Rooster have never been close. Before today, you have never even spoken to him. He was part of the elite; he got into Top Gun and was called back a year ago for a special mission. You were just plain WSO with enough skill to stay employed—the only available WSO that day on base, that’s why you got to fly together.

You’ve seen him perform at Hard Deck, but you’ve never approached him. Because you were practically invisible to him, just part of the crowd.

But right now, there’s only the two of you. You’ll be damned if he still does not see you now.

“I’d still kill for some chicken adobo over piping hot rice, though.” You said, setting your empty bowl aside.

“That sounds heavenly. I… I’d give an arm and leg to taste my mom’s cooking again.” He said somberly, staring into the fire. The look on his face told you everything. It was the look of soul-crushing longing.

Your heart broke for him.

“She must be an excellent cook then. Any favorites?” You asked instead.

He was fidgeting with the loose threads on the blanket as he answered. “Her chocolate chip pancakes are the best. Mom makes it from scratch, you know? And she never skimps on the choc chips. When she’s not looking, I’d lick the batter off the spoon and make myself sick.”

And that was how the night went on. The storm raged outside, the winds rattling the window shutters off its hinges, but you and Rooster were cocooned in your own little haven in front of the fireplace, blankets around your shoulders and steaming mugs of tea in your hands. Rooster told you stories of his childhood, how he lost his dad at a young age and how he dreamt of becoming a pilot since then. He shared how he got the scars on his face and how he almost did not get to be a pilot. He cryptically told you about a mission he almost died in, it made you scoot just a little closer to him.

You on the other hand was more content to listen to him. He had a way with stories, he can make a simple anecdote colorful with just the enthusiasm in his voice. But he’d prod you sometimes for stories of your own. You lamented at the fact that you have 3 older brothers, all of them in the military, how one of their deaths made you get into OCS right after earning your Electrical Engineering degree. That time, he was the one who moved closer to you. On instinct, you put your head on his shoulder.

You told him of your woes as a plain jane—you always get the job done but you are not exemplary enough to be noticed by anyone. In words you tried to show him how it felt to be in a room and not be seen at all and how you eventually just got used to it.

“I don’t think anyone could do what you did earlier.” He stated, placing a warm hand on your knee.

“What do you mean?”

“You could’ve gotten out and saved yourself. I was practically a stranger, but you chose to not leave me behind. You saved my life, sweetheart, thank you.” He squeezed your knee and gave you a warm smile.

You laughed through your tears and shook your head. “Leaving you behind never crossed my mind. I might not know you, but I know someone’s waiting for you to come home alive and well.”

Rooster looks at you tenderly. Your breath hitched at your throat when his calloused hands touched your cheek, his thumb gently stroking your cheekbone. His eyes held yours as his face came closer, every inch making your heart beat faster and faster.

There was a sudden rush of pleasure when his lips met yours in a gentle kiss. It was surreal. Maybe you actually have died and this is just some sort of limbo—but the warm press of his lips and the hand on your waist said otherwise. You are very much alive, and the man in your arms was making you feel things you never thought you’d be capable of feeling: how a simple kiss can make you feel like you are flying, how a touch can set your skin on fire, how a press of bodies can elicit a sound so soft and loud at the same time.

And how easy it was to fall in love. You thought, as you wrapped your arms around his neck and melted into the kiss.

-End-

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Step Brother Lover

Pairing: Taehyung x OC

Genre: angst, fluff

Word Count: 8.2k

Warnings: mentions of divorce, cheating, blood, and hospitals

Lyrics: You remind me of a time when things weren't so complicated. All I need is to see your face - Breathin by Ariana Grande

Summary: Eden and Taehyung are horrified by the news that they’re about to become stepsiblings. Nothing would be illegal about their relationship, sure, but something about sharing parents made dating seem weird. This leads to a nasty break-up…but oh, wait, they live under the same roof now.

A/N: Special thanks to @jiminie-and-his-pinky-finger for making the banner!

They say that you know when you meet ‘the one’. There’s a spark, and you’re perfect for each other. I’d met my one already. We’d been dating for three years, and we were so so in love. We’d discussed one day getting married, and life was, to be honest, as perfect as it could be in this imperfect world.

But apparently life had other plans for us.

“What do you mean you’re getting married?”

Taehyung and I shared an equally horrified look. Our parents were getting married. To each other.

My mom had been divorced since I was seven, and Dad was totally out of the picture. I’d always encouraged her to date, but she’d never really listened to me. She’d said I was enough for her little life. Taehyung’s parents had separated a few autumns ago, and he’d been living with his dad ever since. We’d introduced the two of them on a few occasions, but neither of them had even hinted at being in a relationship, let alone with each other.

“We met on a dating app about a year ago,” my mom admitted. “We didn’t want to tell you guys unless it got serious so that it wouldn’t affect your relationship.”

I looked over at Taehyung, and he looked as confused as I felt.

“And you thought telling us two months before the wedding would be a good idea?” he asked.

“We’re just having a small ceremony in the backyard with a few family members and friends. We didn’t even get engaged until a few weeks ago,” his dad explained.

Taehyung blew out a long breath as he leaned back in his chair. Then he glanced at me.

“Ede?”

I shrugged. I was just as lost as he was.

The two of us were included in wedding planning from that day forward. He and I were our parents’ best man and maid of honor, respectively, but the closer we got to the wedding, the more distanced I felt from Taehyung. We’d been attached at the hip for the past three years, and I’d barely seen him since the night our parents had sat us at his dad’s kitchen table.

By the time the wedding weekend rolled around, I was chomping at the bit to spend some time with my boyfriend. The two of us had been so busy lately, and now we’d get to spend two whole weeks together. My mom and I had already moved basically all our stuff into their house, and Taehyung and I would get the whole house to ourselves while they were on their honeymoon. It seemed surreal.

I was sitting on my bed curling my hair when my mom walked in the door with her wedding gown in tow. Once she’d settled in front of my vanity to do her makeup and started talking to me.

“Are you sure you’re ok with this, sweetheart? You know we can always call off the wedding, or we can-”

“Mom,” I smiled. “It’s ok. Tae and I will be fine. And besides, I can’t keep you from marrying him! You love him.”

Her expression softened as she smiled. “I do. He’s everything your father wasn’t.”

I scoffed. “Well, of course! I assume he’s not paying to sleep with other women?”

“Not that I know of.”

“Oh, I see, so you’re not sure?”

She twisted around in her chair. “I’m sure Tae would know, wouldn’t he? He hasn’t mentioned such a thing?”

I laughed. “No. He’s great, Mom. You made a good choice.”

I went back to curling my hair and held in a nervous breath. To be honest, I wasn’t really sure why Taehyung had been so distant recently. I hadn’t been that busy, even with flower picking, cake tasting, and a whole host of other things, so what had he been up to that we hadn’t even had a single date recently? As many excuses I made for him, there was still that sliver of worry that made me wonder if this would be thing that tore us apart.

My nerves eased a bit when I saw him in the hallway. Handsome as always, he was wearing a three-piece suit and a pretty grin. When he caught my gaze, he gave a small wave. Once we were standing next to each other, he bumped my shoulder.

“You ready for this, Eden?”

I glanced up at him, and he gave me a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Are we ok?” I asked.

He nodded. “Of course. Why wouldn’t we be?”

“You’ve just been…”

I was cut off by my aunt before I could finish that thought.

“Where’s your bouquet? The wedding starts in three minutes!”

“Oh! You’re right! I left it in my room!”

My conversation with Taehyung didn’t pick up after that. The ceremony was performed, and my mom looked far happier than I’d ever seen her. I couldn’t help but glance at Taehyung, and I noticed that again his smile seemed half-hearted. I could imagine why. His parents had been through a nasty divorce, and he’d been out of contact with his mom since. It hadn’t been too long since then, considering I’d already entered his life when the divorce case had begun, so maybe he wasn’t too enthused about getting a stepmom so soon. He’d be ok, though, I assured myself. Taehyung loved my mom.

Time seemed to go by ridiculously slow when the reception started. Once the dancing had officially begun, I could talk to Taehyung. If only dinner would just end. I stabbed my fork into my chicken. I’d started to get nauseous with nerves as I considered why Taehyung hadn’t been talking to me, and now I wasn’t sure I could even finish my dinner. Or dance, for that matter.

I looked up at him, and he immediately looked away. I squinted. So, he was avoiding me. I pulled out my phone and shot him a text.

“Bathroom.”

“No,” was his short response.

I gave him an annoyed look over the table. He scowled and typed out another text for me.

“We can talk after they leave tonight.”

Was he kidding? That would be hours from now! I couldn’t wait that long to talk to him.

“Talk when dancing starts.”

“No,” he replied again. “After they leave.”

I had to hold back yelling at him over the table. Our parents were both sitting beside us, and that would cause more attention than I wanted. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been this mad at him. Usually, the two of us were very good at communicating and telling the other what we needed. We were also good at giving each other space, too. But today, I was mad. My boyfriend of three years had basically ignored me for two months, and I wanted to know why.

I managed to hold in my anger for our parents’ sake until that night. Verbally, anyways. I sent Taehyung my fair share of glares. He just returned them with confused and disappointed glances.

I’d never been so happy for my mom to leave. She hugged me tight for a few moments before finally stepping out to the car, and I nearly slammed the door shut behind her in anticipation when she finally left. Then I went in search of the man who had conveniently disappeared a whole ten minutes before.

I searched the kitchen and living room for him before finally marching upstairs to burst into his room. I instinctively covered my eyes when I noticed him pulling his pants on.

“Eden, what on earth?”

“Why didn’t you lock your door?” I asked in shock.

“Why did you just walk into my room?”

I huffed and uncovered my eyes once I’d heard him zip his pants up. “Why have you been…” I paused. “Jeans? It’s seven, Tae.”

He crossed his arms over his still bare chest. “I think you’re going to want the answer to a different question first.”

“What?”

“I’m going to stay at Jimin’s house this week.”

“What?” This time, the question was a bit more panicked.

He sighed and rubbed his forehead as he bent down to pick his shirt up off his bed. “Eden, I don’t think we can stay together now that they’re in a relationship. It would just be too weird. I’m sorry. We just…need to break up.”

I gaped at him for a few moments as my eyes filled with tears. “Is this why you’ve been ignoring me for the past two months?” I grabbed a book off the shelf next to me and threw it at him. “You’re a jerk!”

I ran halfway down the hall before turning back and yelling through his doorway. “You better stay at Jimin’s house until they get back!

I grabbed another book off the shelf and threw it at him for good measure before running back to my room. I couldn’t stay here tonight either now. It would hurt too much to see the rooms we’d once spent nights laughing in. I shoved a few random clothing items into an overnight bag along with a hairbrush and a few other necessities. Then I headed to the only place I knew to go: Justine’s apartment.

Justine answered the door with a bathrobe and a shower cap on.

“Eden? What are you doing here?” she asked. “I thought you and Tae were spending time together now that your parents are out of town?”

“He broke up with me,” I muttered before pushing past her to get in the apartment.

“What? Where is he right now? I’ll go beat him up for you!”

I looked her up and down. “You’re not going to want to bust into Jimin’s flat wearing that.”

“Uh…yeah, you’re right. No thanks.”

I smiled. “Thanks anyways.”

“Why is he not staying at the house?”

I shrugged. “Who knows. He was packing when he broke up with me, and I’m not going to stay in that house alone.”

She sighed. “All right. We’ll have a girls’ night, then. Let me go get dressed and then we can watch a movie.”

“Can you put my hair in bantu knots?”

Justine sighed again. “I…suppose. Are you sure you want to get rid of this curl job you did already, though? Wasn’t this just for the wedding?”

“Please. I want this out of my hair. Anything to make me forget what just happened.”

She laughed. “Ok. We can do that, then.” She smiled. “You’re gonna look really good.”

An hour later, I was sitting on the floor in front of her couch as she did my hair. To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before was playing on her TV, and Justine had found a microwave bag of popcorn in her kitchen, so the two of us were eating it as the movie played.

“Should I go beat him up once we’re done here?”

“It’s ok, you don’t have to.” I paused. “I already threw two books at him before I left.”

“Did they hit him?”

“Close enough….” I muttered. “I think I hit his chest with the corner of one of them. And he wasn’t wearing a shirt either. So….”

“Wow, you’re worse than me! That had to have been painful!”

“Well, I think it was well-deserved after breaking my heart. Seriously! Three years together and for what? To break up just because it would be weird to date as stepsiblings?” I groaned but made sure to not show my frustration by moving. “He made his decision two months ago too, I’m sure of it. Honestly, why couldn’t he have told me sooner!”

“I’m sure he didn’t want to ruin the wedding,” Justine reminded me as she twisted one of the knots against my head. “I’m only not sure why your parents marrying made this so different. Shouldn’t the two of you living under the same roof be a good thing?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I can’t figure it out either. I mean, we’re not blood related, so it wouldn’t be like us being together would be illegal or something. I just kinda wish he’d told me sooner. I spent the whole wedding mad at him because he wouldn’t talk to me.”

“You would’ve been mad if he’d broken up with you two months ago though, right? And then maybe you would’ve been mad at your mom and Mr. Kim, too.”

I sighed. “I’m not mad at them at all. You saw her face. Mom is so happy with him. I mean, that was something she didn’t have with Dad even when they were married.”

“So, the full blame is on Tae, then?”

“Yes! Definitely.” I sighed, finally letting tears pool in my eyes. “Tee, why would he do this to me? I was looking so forward to finally getting two weeks with him, and now…” I sniffled. “Is he not in love with me anymore? Did the thought of being related to me repulse him so much that he just fell out of love with me?”

“Hey, Ede, no. Listen, I’m sure it had nothing to do with you. I can’t speak for him, but I think at some point, the two of you need to talk it out. You’re going to be living in the same house, and even if one of you moves out, you’re still going to be in contact because of your parents.”

“Can’t I just move in with you?”

Justine flicked the back of my ear. “Girl, you know I have barely enough room for me.”

“I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“No. You’re not moving in with me. You can stay for the next two weeks, but that’s it.”

I pouted. “You’re mean.”

“You’re ridiculous. That house is huge. If you really have to, you can avoid him.”

Taehyung and I were both back in the house when my parents got back in town. We didn’t want the two of them knowing we’d gotten into a fight. They’d find out that we were broken up eventually…but we could save that information for later.

The morning was filled with glares as the two of us ate breakfast and got ready for the day. Somehow, in all the years we’d dated, Taehyung had failed to mention his…skin care routine. I discovered this when I walked into the bathroom to find him smearing some sort of lotion all over his face. I held back my snicker as I stared at his once tan face in the mirror. It was now nearly pure white from the product smeared on his face. I took a picture of him.

“There. Now I have blackmail material.”

“As if you’d ever need that,” he muttered in response.

“You never know.”

I grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste to brush my teeth.

“You know, you could’ve been less of a jerk about breaking up with me.”

“I wasn’t a jerk about it.”

“You were. You had zero empathy when telling me, and you got me real riled up before doing it. Should’ve just done it two months ago when you first though about it.”

I slammed the drawer shut after putting my tube of toothpaste back into it.

“Yeah, well you didn’t need to throw those books at my chest. I still have marks from where they hit me.”

“You deserve that.”

He stopped trying to rub the lotion into his skin and looked straight at me in the mirror.

“Ede….”

“Don’t call me that.”

He held my stare for a few more seconds before going back to working the product into his skin. I didn’t let him get another word in before I was out of the bathroom. I didn’t need any of his crafty excuses. I just needed to head to work, and this would all be behind us by the time I got home.

Except it wasn’t, because Taehyung, being the childish man he was, decided to exact revenge for his two books. And his chest, I suppose. The bookshelf in my room had been overturned. I noticed the breakable things that had once sat on top of that shelf had been delicately placed on my nightstand. So, maybe he wasn’t entirely heartless. He was still a jerk, though.

As I picked the books up off the floor and replaced my shelf, I wondered if our breakup could’ve been caused by anything else. We’d never fought much in our years spent together. Nothing serious, that is. Sure, we’d had a few stupid fights here and there, but nothing like this. And I wasn’t even sure what had started this. The man I’d loved had become my mortal enemy in the blink of an eye. It saddened me, to be honest. We’d spent three years as each other’s all, and now we were both crafting ways to hurt each other.

I blinked back tears as I stacked my books back on the shelf. Between all of them, I noticed one book in particular that I knew didn’t belong to me. The Ins and Outs of Styling Your Black Hair. It was Taehyung’s book. Or, it had been. It appeared that he was returning it to the one whose hair it had been for. He’d seen it at a bookstore the two of us visited once and asked if I’d like him to help style my hair. We’d only used the book a few times, but the notion that he was even willing to try had made me happy. I smiled bitterly as I pushed the book onto the shelf. He’d been a good boyfriend. However…he was definitely not a good ex.

His childish banter seemed to go on even after that. Although, I wasn’t doing anything to discourage him. Painting the shower walls with hair dye wasn’t discouraging a feud, right? It wasn’t even like I’d been dyeing my hair, either. I’d bought this hair dye just to ruin some walls. Ok, that was probably more childish than his bookshelf feat, I’ll admit. Especially considering this technically wasn’t even his shower…and…is dyeing property considered vandalism?

It didn’t matter. The internet had said acetone took dye stains out of the shower walls, and who knew, it was right! The color I’d chosen was too light to show up in my hair, which meant it would actually come out of the shower walls, so I wouldn’t need to worry about replacing the entire shower for Mr. Kim and my mom.

“Eden!”

I looked up from the book I was reading. Taehyung was standing in my doorway with soaking wet hair. He wasn’t wearing a shirt either, which seemed common when my mom wasn’t home.

“Why on earth is the shower orange?”

“Oh, that? I tried to dye my hair. It didn’t go too well.”

“Yeah, clearly. That dye had to be four shades too light for your hair. What were you thinking?”

“I guess I wasn’t,” I hummed, returning my gaze to my book. “Why? You got a problem with it?”

“Of course, I do. Our shower is orange, Eden! Dad is gonna kill us if he sees it.”

I glanced up at him for a moment before looking back down at my book. “It’ll come out eventually.”

Taehyung let out a hefty sigh and stomped down the hallway. I smiled. It seemed I’d finally done something to get on his nerves.

Things seemed to be going well for about a month after our parents returned from their honeymoon. They didn’t know we’d had a fight, and neither of them had asked about our relationship.

And then, my mom noticed something.

“Hey, you and Tae haven’t been on a date in a while. The two of you should have a night out.”

I laughed nervously. “Yeah…you’re right, it’s been a while. Any suggestions?”

My suggestion was that we split up and spend the evenings at our friends’ houses so that we didn’t have to hang out with each other, and our parents didn’t know we’d broken up. Obviously. Until my mom suggested bowling. Which…she was too good. I loved bowling. Maybe I could talk Taehyung into taking this one date with me and being civil for a night.

“Spend an entire evening with you?” Taehyung scoffed when I told him. “No.”

I crossed my arms. “Do you really think they’re not going to notice if we stop going on dates? Look at this. You’ve created more problems than you fixed by breaking up with me over their relationship.”

“How about we just tell them we’re not dating?” he suggested.

I scoffed. “Oh, sure. And make our home lives extremely awkward? No thanks! I’d rather live outside on the street next to the dumpster than introduce that drama into this household.”

He sighed. “So, what? We’re going to fake date?”

“Yeah. Duh.”

“You’re out of your mind.”

“Yeah, well so were you when you decided to break up with me. Maybe you should’ve had an actual reason to do that before jumping the gun. You got us in this situation, so you’re gonna help me keep it a secret at least until one of us can afford an apartment.”

He grumbled. “Fine. But only until one of us can move out.”

I smiled and held my hand out to him. “Shake on it?”

He took my hand in his and shook it firmly.

“Put your bowling shoes on because we have a date at the bowling alley tonight, buddy.”

And so, I was fake dating my ex who was also my stepbrother. Life was weird. Like, really weird. There were so many things about this situation that made no sense, except that they made perfect sense in our situation. Or maybe they didn’t. They made sense to me, though, and that was what mattered here.

I forgot how heavy bowling shoes made your feet feel. Walking around in them made me feel like my feet were going to just fall off at some point very soon. And bowling balls seemed heavier than they used to be. When was the last time I’d been bowling?

“What is it, Ede? Did you forget how to play your favorite sport?” Taehyung asked before rolling a strike.

He was ever the show-off with his insane talent for every sport that didn’t require running. Granted, there were only like five sports that didn’t require running, but then again I didn’t know all the sports in the world.

“Loser is paying for dinner,” he announced.

I glanced over at him. “Oh, it’s on.”

He’d clearly forgotten that I too knew how to roll a strike.

Ball after ball, we hit down pins. Each frame felt like another step back to what our relationship used to be. He offered me a high-five after I’d rolled two strikes in a row. We’d chased a stray ball down the alley together. We’d gotten hungry before we could even finish our game and ended up buying food with the agreement that the loser would reimburse the winner. And when he won by three points, he did something I didn’t expect.

“Don’t pay me back. It’s fine.”

He was silent the whole way home after I tried to question him about it. He was being really weird. After our awful breakup, I hadn’t even expected him to agree to go on a date.

The bad thing was that I couldn’t even talk to my mom about any of this. And worse, I thought I might still have feelings for Taehyung even after all the fights and time spent apart. Was it foolish of me? I just wanted my boyfriend back.

Somehow, I’d managed to completely forget the Kim house’s monthly pancake breakfast. On every fourth Saturday of the month, they had pancakes for breakfast. Pancakes weren’t a breakfast food otherwise, according to Mr. Kim.

“Don’t you think you get to leave the house without pancakes in your stomach,” Mr. Kim told me as he placed a plate of pancakes on the counter in front of me.

“The way you said that sounded really weird, Dad,” Taehyung informed him over a mouthful of pancakes.

“Shut up and eat,” his dad laughed before throwing a freshly syruped pancake at him.

Taehyung was peeling the pancake out of his hair a moment later. “Ew. Now I’m going to have to wash my hair before work. Not to mention this will just make the wall more orange.”

“What? What wall?”

Taehyung and I shared a glance.

“Oh, nothing,” he laughed nervously. “I was just joking.”

I gave him a pointed glare as I walked over to join him at the table.

“What? I’m not the one who dyed the shower wall orange,” he ground out.

“Yeah, well I didn’t go around announcing that you wrecked my bookshelf!” I mumbled in return.

My mom seemed to have even more great ideas for dates. Her next one was rock climbing. And, well, Taehyung was afraid of heights. Which meant that this date was definitely happening. It was just revenge for everything he’d done to me. That’s what I told myself, at least. I’m not really sure what I was thinking, to be honest.

In my defense, it was extremely funny to watch a full-grown man wipe the sweat off his palms as he looked up a rock wall that was barely fifteen feet tall.

“You’re really good at making things up. Why can’t you just make up a story about us rock climbing?” he asked, never taking his wide eyes off the wall.

“Because I like rock climbing. And…it’s really funny to watch you rock climb.”

He looked down at me then. “I’m the jerk in this relationship, eh?”

“This isn’t a relationship,” I reminded him before wandering off to find the self-belay rope.

It was quite a while later when Taehyung started climbing the wall. The lady who was belaying him was quite the hype woman, although my guess was that she’d seen toddlers who had done a better job than he was doing. His hands kept slipping off the climbing holds. Probably because his hands were slick with sweat. I tried to hold my laugh back as he slipped again. This time, he let go entirely and just hung there for a few moments.

“Come on, Bowling King! Can’t climb a wall?” I asked.

“Leave me alone, Eden!”

About a minute later, he was situated on the wall again and resumed climbing. He was still slipping, but he was doing better than he had before, at least. Maybe he had less sweat on his hands this time.

“You know, you two would make a really cute couple.”

I glanced sideways. I hadn’t realized how close the lady belaying him was standing to me until she’d spoken. I took a few steps to the side.

“Nah. We tried that. Didn’t work out.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

Taehyung gave up on making it up the wall before he was even halfway to the top. Once he was back on solid ground, I approached him. He was loosening the harness around his waist with an urgency, and he looked rather annoyed.

“Hey, Tae-”

“Don’t. I’ll be waiting for you in the lounge area.”

He discarded all his gear before marching out of the rock-climbing area. I grimaced as I watched him go. I hadn’t been very nice, had I? But he deserved it! I went back to climbing the wall. I wasn’t going to let him ruin my climbing experience.

Surprisingly, Taehyung was still waiting for me in the lounge area an hour later. I’d fully expected him to give up on me and go somewhere else, but he was still here! I couldn’t get too happy, though. I was sure he was just here so that our cover wasn’t blown to our parents.

“You ready to go?” I asked as I approached him.

“No, sorry, I have more sitting to do.” He huffed. “Of course, I’m ready. I would’ve left an hour ago if I’d known you were gonna climb for that long!”

“Oh well I’m sorry. Maybe you should’ve just left without me, then. Actually, we should stop doing these stupid dates. We should just tell our parents we broke up and move on with life.”

“Ok! We will, then.”

The car ride was silent, but this was different from our last date. This time we were both fuming with anger. When Taehyung pulled up to the house, we were both near the breaking point.

“What are we going to tell them exactly, huh?” Taehyung asked.

“I don’t know! What great excuse did you come up with when you were thinking of breaking up with me to begin with?”

He glared at me. “You really think I thought of an excuse to break up with you?”

“Of course! Why else would you break up with me? There was no reason for the two of us to break up!”

“Oh, so it’s totally normal to be dating your step sibling while living in the same house as your parents? Because I think that’s a little weird.”

“So? We were together long before they even met! I think our relationship should be more important than being a little weird or awkward!”

“Yeah, well I don’t see it that way.”

I blew out a long breath through my nose. “Ok. Fine. But good luck getting another girlfriend because it’s a little weird to be stepsiblings with your ex.”

I swung my car door open, ready to get out. But before I could step one foot out of the car, Taehyung grabbed my collar and tugged me back toward him. Then, he kissed me! The audacity! I pushed away as soon as my brain processed what had just happened. Then I fled into the house. Today had been too long already.

Once I reached the safety of my room, I pulled out my phone and speed dialed Justine’s number. I needed a voice of wisdom in this situation, and I sure wasn’t going to talk to my mom!

It wasn’t twenty minutes later when I found myself pacing Justine’s living room.

“Ok, let me get this straight. The two of you got into a fight, he told you it would be weird to date you, and then he kissed you?” she asked.

I could tell from the look on her face that she was rather confused.

“Yeah.”

She leaned back against her couch as she processed this information.

“So…did you kiss him back?”

“Justine! No, I did not kiss him back! I ran out of the car and called you immediately.”

“I dunno, Ede, it kinda sounds like he didn’t want to break up to begin with.”

“So? He did, and now he’s been a complete jerk about everything. I can’t just forgive him and ask him to be my boyfriend again! and besides, he definitely still doesn’t want to date me. He just…wanted to kiss me, I guess.”

Justine twirled one of her locks around her finger. “So, he didn’t really tell you why he broke up with you?”

“No. He just said it would be weird to date me. Which makes no sense. I mean, yeah, if we went around telling people ‘hey, this is my stepsibling who’s also my partner!’ that would be a little weird. But it’s not like we would be doing that. People wouldn’t even ask, probably. And besides, we were together first!”

“Have you asked him?”

“Asked him what?”

“Why he broke up with you?”

I thought about this for a few moments. “I guess not. I just…don’t think he’d tell me if he had another reason besides that.”

“Why not? The two of you were like the most open couple I knew. You guys had communication down so well I was convinced you’d never break up because you were so well at telling the other what was bothering you!”

I shrugged. “Yeah, well, that was four months ago. Now he’s my ex-boyfriend who also just so happens to be the stepbrother who loves to ruin my life. We’re not good at communicating anymore. We had a fight about rock climbing!”

Justine laughed. “Um, isn’t that something you guys always fight about?”

I furrowed my brow. Was it? Maybe it was. Come to think of it, we hadn’t been rock climbing together in a long while. And Taehyung had always been awful at it. I sighed.

“I just want the old Tae back.”

“Well, maybe you should talk to him. Without dyeing his shower walls orange first.”

“You’re right!” I smiled. “I’ll get purple this time. Something that’ll really stick!”

“I’m not helping you pay for a new shower if you do that, just so we’re clear.”

“I was kidding. I’m not gonna ruin Mr. Kim’s house.”

I still hadn’t talked to Taehyung three days later, though. I stepped into the bathroom once morning to find him shaving. He was standing directly in front of the drawer with my toothpaste in it, so I couldn’t brush my teeth like I’d intended.

“Come on, Climbing Queen! Can’t brush your teeth?”

I rolled my eyes. “Just give me my toothbrush.”

“Nope.”

I groaned and shoved his arm a bit. “Tae, come on.”

He shoved back but ignored me otherwise.

“Tae, come on, quit being rude.”

The two of us pushed back and forth for a few moments before I finally decided to shove him out of the way. He winced and held his hand up to his jaw.

“What on earth, Eden?”

“You deserved that,” I muttered as I took my toothpaste out of the drawer.

I glanced up then, and Taehyung took his hand off his jaw. His hand was bloody. And so was his jaw. Whoops.

The two of us sat in the kitchen five minutes later as he pressed an ice cube to his jaw.

“You’re lucky Dad and your mom are at work already.”

I rolled my eyes. “Maybe that wouldn’t be a problem if you weren’t acting like a child.”

“I’m acting like a child? You won’t even tell your mom that we broke up.”

“Yeah, because I don’t want to ruin the peace in our household!”

“How would us breaking up ruin the peace? If anything, we’d be fighting less because they’d know we were broken up and we wouldn’t have to spend time together!”

“Well, it would be really awkward if we told them because we’d still have to live in the same house as them, and they’d probably think they ruined out relationship.”

“So? We’re all adults. I think we can live together just fine even if they know we’re not together anymore.”

“Fine. We’ll tell them tonight, then.”

Big surprise, we didn’t. Taehyung had left the announcement up to me, and I couldn’t bring myself to tell them. Besides, we’d spent two months living like this. What was six more? In six months, Justine’s rent would be up, and the two of us could get a different apartment together. Then this whole thing would be over, and I could stop pretending to date Taehyung.

By the time the end of November rolled around, I finally remembered what happened every third Saturday of the month. Really, I should’ve seen it coming, because it had been a yearly occurrence since I’d turned eighteen, but nothing prepared me to find the house practically buried under birthday decorations and people when I got home from work. My surprise party. Of course. Well, they did do a decent job at surprising me, I suppose.

“Hey, birthday girl! How does it feel to be twenty-three?” Justine asked as she slung her arm over my shoulder.

“It feels like I shouldn’t be surprised to find the entire town in my living room.”

She laughed. “We really surprised you again?”

“Yes. I forgot what day it was.”

“Good job. Now do it again next year too so we can keep surprising you.”

She glanced around. “Don’t look now, but Tae is by the punch bowl. Your mom talked him into wearing that shirt just for you.”

I looked across the room to find Taehyung in the flowy button-up I’d bought him for our anniversary last year. I hated to admit how good he looked in it. I sighed.

“Take me somewhere else. I don’t want to be caught staring at him.”

“Still have feelings for your ex, eh?”

I nudged her in the ribs. “You say that like it was my idea to break up.”

She smiled. “Still haven’t talked to him, have you?”

“Nope. And I won’t be, either. I’ve decided whatever his reasoning was, I don’t need to know. I’m better off without him anyways.”

I’d expected her to look happy, but instead she looked disappointed in me.

“Ok, that’s your choice. I just think that something is going on with him. He loves you so much, Ede, so I don’t see why he’d break up with you so easily just because your parents decided to get married.”

“He doesn’t love me anymore,” I told her matter-of-factly.

She threw a short glance across the room before looking back at me. “Look at his face.”

I turned my gaze to him and found him staring at me with the same look of pure adoration that he’d given me the first time we’d met. I looked away now before I had time to think.

“Tee, I can’t. I can’t go through that again. He’s just going to break my heart all over again and I’m going to be left all alone wondering what went wrong. He broke up with me, and that’s the end of it.”

But of course, I lied. That wasn’t the end of it, and I knew it even then. I couldn’t let go of three years of my life spent together no matter how he’d hurt me.

It took weeks for me to admit this to myself, though. Snow was already blanketing the ground outside before I found myself sitting on the porch waiting for him to come home. Once again, our parents were still at work. They both worked longer hours then Taehyung or I did, so we had more time alone together than we liked.

I’d chosen to sit on the porch without any coat or gloves on. Smart, I know. I’d already accidentally locked myself outside but the time I’d thought to put either article of clothing on, though, so I instead suffered in the cold as I waited for Taehyung to come back and open the garage for me. Maybe next time I was told the garage code I’d bother to remember it.

I couldn’t feel my hands by the time Taehyung arrived home, despite me shoving them between my thighs in an effort to keep them warm. He climbed out of his car and leaned over the roof as he looked at me.

“Are you trying to turn into a human ice cube?” he called across the driveway.

“Yeah, it’s for a science experiment,” I informed him. “I got locked out.”

“You need help?”

The way he asked it sounded almost mocking, but I was too cold to care. I jumped up off the porch swing and ran down the steps to his car.

“You’re not wearing boots either? Ede, what were you thinking?”

I glanced down at the slippers on my feet. He was right. What had I been thinking? He reached into his car and hit the button to open the garage.

“Get inside.”

I ran inside before I could think to talk to him. I was freezing, and getting myself warm was more important than talking to him right now.

He followed me inside a few minutes later once he’d parked his car.

“Is there any particular reason you were sitting outside while it was snowing?” Taehyung asked as he poured himself a cup of water.

“No reason.” I couldn’t bring myself to tell him.

“Right. Well, go take a shower before you catch a chill.”

That was the perfect excuse for me to escape the kitchen. And he’d never know that the real reason I’d been sitting on the porch for an hour in the cold.

For some reason, my mom still felt the need to set us up on dates. Her next suggestion was to see The Nutcracker together, which was arguably her worst idea yet. It was also one we couldn’t really get out of though, because she was going to want pictures. And photoshopping photos would take more time out of my life than just going to the event, so, we went.

The vast number of little girls in puffy dresses running around me was wild. Justine had insisted on doing my hair in little ringlets for the night, and I wasn’t going to pass up Justine doing my hair even if I knew the only reason she’d offered was because she was rooting for us to get back together.

For some reason I just happened to have a red Christmassy dress in my closet for the occasion, and I was sure this dress hadn’t been touched since high school. That didn’t matter. What did matter was that I looked good and felt confident walking around in a crowd of parents and their little girls at a ballet.

Taehyung, as it turned out, had a dark green tie in his closet, and literally every color went with white, so he looked dashing – no pun intended – in his white dress shirt and black slacks (with the green tie, of course).

The two of us had been to The Nutcracker together before. Our group of friends had all gone the first year we’d been together, so of course, we’d gone with them. Most of us hadn’t gotten the memo that you could dress up, though. We had a photo of the five of us in front of the venue. Me, Taehyung, Jimin, Justine, and Carl had all been there. Carl had fallen off the face of the earth since, but that’s not important.

This time, Taehyung and I were just going as a couple. A broken-up couple, but a couple, nonetheless. And even if I was still mad at him, he was nice to look at. Especially in that outfit.

The two of us didn’t speak much that night. Granted, there wasn’t really much time to spend talking, thankfully. I was sure if there had been, we would’ve gotten into another fight. At this point, the only reason I was here was so that my mom didn’t find out we weren’t together. Honestly, I should’ve just stopped worry and told her. Maybe Taehyung was right. If we stopped pretending to date, we wouldn’t be spending time together and we wouldn’t be fighting.

The two of us wandered around outside after the ballet was over. I didn’t mind it, but part of me would’ve rather been home than walking around with him at this hour.

“Why did you break up with me?” I finally asked.

He glanced down at me. “I told you. It would’ve been weird now that our parents are together.”

“Tae, I know that’s not it. I know you and that wouldn’t be enough for you to break up with me.”

His eyes wandered the city instead of staying on me. “I didn’t know we had a clock tower here.”

I hummed in response. “Tae.”

He sighed. “You really want to know?”

The two of us came to a stop at the crosswalk and he turned to look at me.

“Someday, the two of them are going to get divorced. Just like my parents did and just like your parents did. And then, being together after they’ve broken up will be more awkward than dating while being stepsiblings would’ve been.”

I blinked up at him. “Tae, you don’t know that. Why are you focusing on the future instead of the now? If they do divorce someday, which they haven’t and don’t plan to, it’ll be the same as it is now. They kept their relationship a secret from us as long as they could so that it wouldn’t get between us, and look! you let it get between us! They’ll probably do the same thing we’re doing by not telling them anything happened. And honestly, we probably won’t even live in their house by then if that does happen, so it’ll barely affect us!”

He stared at me for a few moments. “I just…can’t risk it.”

He turned around and stepped out into traffic, and my eyed widened as I noticed the crosswalk light had turned red.

“Tae, wait-”

I briefly remember the sounds of tires squeaking and an ambulance siren, but the next hour was just a blur as I found myself crying like an idiot in the back of an ambulance. Why an idiot, you ask? Well, Taehyung was fine. Mostly. He had a sprained wrist and a mild concussion, but other than that, he was fine. The car had barely started moving when it hit him, so there wasn’t much impact. I only learned this after we got to the hospital, though, because I’d been crying too hard for any of the paramedics to get a word into my head.

“Hey, what do you think of this hospital gown? Pretty great look, right?” Taehyung asked as I walked into the room with a hospital blanket wrapped around me.

“I preferred the shirt and tie,” I admitted.

He laughed.

“How’s your head?”

“It’s fine,” he assured me. “Sorry I scared you. I could hear you crying in the ambulance.”

I scoffed. “Yeah, right. That wasn’t me.”

“Oh? I didn’t know EMS workers got so upset over concussions.” He winked at me, and it felt like old times again. “Are Dad and Mom coming? I mean…sorry. Dad and your mom?”

I smiled. “I’m sure she wouldn’t mind you calling her Mom. And yes, they’re on their way. I just called them about ten minutes ago.”

He nodded, and a few moments of silence passed between us.

“So…about what you said.” I started, a bit hesitant. “I’d…really like to give us another try. If you’d like to, of course. I just really miss you, and I don’t think our parents being together should-”

Our parents rushed in before I could finish what I was saying.

“Eden! There you are! I called! Did you not see it?” my mom asked as she hugged me.

“Oh, uh….”

She pulled back and wiped the remaining tears off my face. “Have you been crying, honey? You must’ve been terrified.”

I could faintly hear Taehyung’s dad lecturing him about walking out in front of cars, which made me giggle. Everything was ok. Taehyung was ok, and the two of us were ok again.

I elected to stay overnight with Taehyung when our parents went home. I didn’t want to leave him alone, but I also wanted to talk to him before we spoke to our parents again. We needed to figure out what was going on with us.

Taehyung invited me to lay on his chest as we talked, and it almost felt like old times again. Except, the two of us had never laid in a hospital bed together. He rubbed his fingers over the back of my neck, and even through that soft motion I could tell that he was quickly tiring. I couldn’t blame him. It was getting very late, and he’d suffered a head injury in the past few hours.

“I’m really sorry,” he muttered. “I should never have broken up with you. Especially not how I did.”

“It’s ok. Just really hurt, you know?”

He laughed. “Yes, I know. You came back with four feet of braids. You only ever do a style that time consuming when you’re really upset and need something to distract you.”

I poked him in the chest. “Hey, stop knowing me too well.”

He leaned his head on top of mine. “I’ve missed you. A lot. I’m sorry it took me getting hit by a car to tell you.”

“So…what do we tell our parents?”

“Well, we don’t have to tell them anything.”

“Oh, I’m sure they’ll figure out something is up even if we don’t. Honestly, I think Mom already noticed.”

“Ah. You’re right. She was setting us up on dates! She’s sneaky.”

I giggled. Then I sighed. “Are we calling a truce on…whatever it was we were doing?”

“Only if you can get the orange off the shower wall.” He kissed my forehead. “Yes, we can call a truce.”

The next afternoon, the two of us sat down with our parents to explain everything to them.

“Um…so, Tae and I broke up,” I announced, which had Taehyung throwing a confused glance at me.

“We know,” my mom assured me.

I nodded slowly.

“…and we got back together last night,” Taehyung continued my thought.

“We know that too,” Mr. Kim smiled.

“Is there anything you guys don’t know?” I asked.

“Um…yes! We don’t know why the shower has been dyed orange.”

I looked over at Taehyung. “I think this is my queue to start looking for apartments.”

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Liquor Makes the Tickles Happen

In the Fnafnations AU: Jeremy and Mike are getting drunk together, with Doll Schmidt being their 'babysitter' for the night. The whole evening turns into a roller coaster of emotions and silliness.

Warning: This fic shows drunken things happening. If you are triggered by the idea of drinking or someone getting drunk, then please click off now. Cause though this is fluffy drunkenness, seeing the type of alcohol could be enough to trigger a person. So please...keep this in mind, and either read on, or click off. I have millions more FNAF fanfics that DON'T involve drunkenness, so enjoy those instead.

This fanfic was suggested by an anonymous user! I hope you enjoy!

Jeremy and Mike were both chuckling and giggling like little toddlers, while Doll was keeping an eye on the two boys. They were drinking and hanging out together on both their days off. Mike had put down his shot glass a while ago, having downed 4 shots of the Laird’s Straight Apple Brandy™ already. And he was moderately drunk by this point. Jeremy had drank roughly the same amount, but is somewhat shorter than Mike. So if anything, Jeremy is the slightest bit more drunk than Mike. And Doll…well…

Doll’s the babysitter for this afternoon.

“Hey. Hey Jeremy. How many fingers am I holding up?” Mike asked, holding up both index fingers, both thumbs, both middle fingers and one pinky.

“Mmmmmmm…fffffive?” Jeremy asked.

Mike turned his wrists around and looked at his own fingers. “No, it’s 6!” Mike replied. “How could you not see that?”

Jeremy waddled himself up to Mike and grabbed his hands. “Lemme show you.” Jeremy said before trying to touch Mike’s thumb with his index finger. “Oooone.” He said, before moving onto Mike’s Index finger. “Twoooo.” He completely skipped the middle finger, and moved to Mike’s pinky. “Threeeee.”

“You skipped the middle finger.” Mike told him.

“The middle finger’s innnnappropriate.” Jeremy told him. “It’s ruuuude.” Jeremy whined.

Mike giggled and put up his middle finger. “You mean this?”

Jeremy stared at the middle finger…and looked at Mike with the most hurt, sad little look on his face. And then…He started wailing and crying. He covered up his face with his hands and sobbed loudly. “MIIIIIIIKE!” Jeremy whined before squeezing his eyes shut and crying.

Mike widened his eyes and looked at Jeremy with shocked eyes. He slowly lowered his middle finger down onto the fist. “....Shit.” He said. “Wait NO-”

Jeremy literally WAILED at an even higher octave upon hearing Mike swear. “DOOOOOOLL! MIIIKE’S SWEARIIING!” Jeremy cried, his cheeks quickly being drenched in tears.

“Come here, Jeremy. Come here.” She gently wrapped her arms around Jeremy and rubbed his back as he sobbed.

Doll looked at Mike with an angry glare. “Apologize to Jeremy.” She told him.

Mike widened his eyes. “What?!” Mike reacted. “But…But he-”

“But nothing! Apologize now.” Doll ordered.

Mike sighed. “I’m sorry I gave you the middle finger.” Mike told Jeremy.

Jeremy whined into her shoulder, trying to say something back, but utterly failing because of his mouth being shoved so deeply into her shoulder. “Mmm mmmfmmm mphhmmfmmfmmmphmm.” Jeremy kept whining.

Doll snorted and bursted out laughing. “Whohohoa! Dohohoes thahat mean you forgive him?!” Doll reacted.

“Mmphmmm! MmmfmmphmmmMphm?” Jeremy asked.

Doll was tittering at this point. “Your mumbling and whining is getting stupid hilarious.” Doll told him.

Mmmmphmmphmmm. Pfffbfbbfffbfbfbbb.” Jeremy blew a raspberry onto her shoulder, before throwing his head back and giggling.

Doll bursted out laughing. “DIhihid yohou just blow a raspberry on my shoulder?!” Doll reacted. “HAhahahaha! Whyhyhyhy?!” Doll asked next.

“Because I’mmm huuuumerus~” Jeremy said, poking Doll’s shoulder slightly too hard.

Mike facepalmed his forehead. “Goddammit.”

“Whaaat?” Jeremy turned around and walked up to Mike. “Can’t get to maaah level?” Jeremy asked.

Mike looked down at Jeremy. “You realize you’re 5ft 6, right?” Mike asked.

Jeremy blinked. “Wha?”

“And I’m 5ft 8?” Mike asked.

“Are ya now?” Jeremy asked.

“Yeah…I am.” Mike replied, as-a-matter-of-factly.

“I can make ya giggle like a gorilla.” Jeremy said with a smirk. “Or…”

Mike closed his eyes. “Don’t.”

“A…” Jeremy kept going.

“Don’t you dare.” Mike warned.

“...G-Giggle-rilla?” Jeremy said with an overly enthusiastic smile.

Doll sighed and rubbed her nose.

“First of all…Gorilla’s don’t laugh.” Mike told him.

“Aaare you surrrrre?” Jeremy asked, wiggling his fingers at Mike. “Cause I think this gorilla doesssss~” Jeremy teased.

Mike yelped and backed up. “Jeremy, think of what you’re doing.” he warned.

“Oh come on, Mike. Every gorilla loves to laugh! Everybody knows that!” Doll teased. “Speaking of laughing, go for the belly button or the neck. His neck is SUPER ticklish.” Doll added.

“DOLL!” Mike yelled.

“What?! It’s true!” Doll put her hands up for mercy.

Jeremy looked at Doll. “Ahand how do you know alllll that? Have youuu tickled him there before?” He asked.

Doll rolled her eyes. “Yes, I have. For years now.” She told him.

“Wait…years?” He clarified. “H-How long have you two been married again?” Jeremy asked.

Doll raised an eyebrow with a smirk. “You don’t remember our wedding?” Doll asked, looking at Mike and winking. Jeremy thought for a moment…and then widened his eyes. “OH YEAH! I do nooow! You were so pretty in your dreeeeess!” Jeremy reacted. “And Mikie over here-” Jeremy walked up and grabbed Mike’s middle, pulled Mike closer to his own chest before uncovering and wiggling a finger into Mike’s belly button. “He looked SOOO handsome in his suuuiit!” Jeremy teased.

Mike wheezed and hung his head down laughing almost right away. “DUHUHUHUDE! Whahat ahare you tahahalking abohohout!?” Mike asked.

“That beauuuutiful suit! With the flower bouquet right about heeeeere.” Jeremy told him, moving his tickling finger up to poke the right side of his chest. “And the navy blue suit! With-With the tie custom-made from a lay-layered piece of Doll’s dreeesss!” Jeremy teased before tickling his belly button again. “I wish Iiii had thaaaat.” Jeremy said, giggling.

Mike laughed and shook his head. “Whahahat ahahare yohou-” Mike SCREAMED as he felt someone blow a raspberry onto his neck. “JEHEHEREMYYYYY!” Mike shouted.

“Whaaaat? Ihihi dihid nothing!” Jeremy reacted, sounding quite genuine.

“Actually Mike…” Doll wrapped her arms around the far side of his neck and whispered something into his ear. Then, she removed her face from his ear. “It was me who blew that raspberry.” She told Mike proudly.

“Yeheah! Why’re you out blamin’ meee?”Jeremy asked.

“Ihihi dihihidn’t knohow Doll was thehehere.” Mike admitted.

“I was just too quiet for Mike’s old ears to hear.” Doll teased.

Mike looked at Doll. “What are you talking about?! I’m two years older than you- PFFFFTAHAHAHAHAHAHAhahahaha! NOHOHO- GAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO RAHAHASPBEHeheheherries!” Mike shouted, unable to curl his neck.

“Is Mikie-Wikie too tickwish?” Jeremy asked, poking the spot on Mike’s neck that Jeremy had just blown into.

“YEHEHEHESS!” Mike yelled back, shaking his head wildly while pulling and struggling to get out of the clutches of the drunk tickle monster.

“And does Mikie-Wikie wike de tickles?” Doll asked, before blowing the next raspberry.

“Yehes- I-MEAN-NOOO! AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Mike cackled, hanging his head again.

Jeremy gasped and squealed like a little kid. “You like it?! Like, you-you actually like it?!” Jeremy asked.

“He loves it! Always has! He’s actually asked me to tickle him before.” Doll told him.

“HE HAS?!” Jeremy reacted.

“Yes! And YOU KNOW he likes it when he’s actually asking for it.” Doll added.

“YOHOHOU TWOHOHO ARE SOHOHO MEHEHEHEHEHEAN!” Mike yelled at them.

“I know. Aren’t I a mean, evil buwwy?” Jeremy teased.

“YEHEHES! YOHOHOU AHAHARE!” Mike yelled back.

Jeremy rolled his eyes and blew another raspberry onto his neck.

Mike SCREAMED and bursted out cackling right away. “AAAAHAHAHAHAHAhahahahaha! Plehehehehease!” Mike begged.

Doll looked at Mike with slight worry. “Do you need a break?” Doll asked.

Mike nodded as his giggles grew more high-pitched and squeaky.

Jeremy and Doll backed up a bit, taking their hands off Mike and letting him breathe again. He breathed somewhat heavily as he tried to recover again. “Thahank you. Thank you.” He said.

“No problem, sweetheart.” She replied.

“No biggie, Mikie!” Jeremy replied happily.

Mike looked up at Jeremy and Doll with a wide smile. He let out a breath. “Alright. I’m ready now. Again!” Mike declared.

“Again? Already?!” Doll reacted.

Jeremy dropped his jaw. “Wait-…But how?!” He asked. “That wasn’t ev’n two minutes! You’re already ready for more?!” Jeremy asked.

“Yeah! Here: I’ll make it easier on you two.” Mike laid himself down onto the carpet and opened his arms up. “Okay. Now I’m ready.” Mike told him.

Doll bursted out laughing at Mike’s persistence. Jeremy just squealed like a little girl again, and happily danced his fingers all over Mike’s belly.

Mike jumped and arched his back, unintentionally bringing his belly closer to Jeremy.

“Why thank you for the help, Mike! But I think I can reach your belly on mah own.” Jeremy teased before sticking his tongue out between his teeth.

“Shuhuhuhush.” Mike whined, covering up his face with his hands.

“Awww! You’re getting all reeeed! I can eeeeven see some blushy red all over your bewwy!” Jeremy teased, lifting up his shirt to show him the slight redness to Mike’s belly.

Mike yelped. “Red?! On my belly?!” Mike asked, sitting up to cover up his belly.

“...Well if you cover up your belly, no one will be able to see it.” Jeremy told him.

“Good!” Mike replied.

“Good?! Do you realize how cruel you’re being?!” Jeremy asked.

“I’m not being cruel. I’m being protective.” Mike told him.

“And here I thought you wanted to be tickled.” Doll teased.

“I do, but…but-”

Jeremy gently tackled Mike’s upper body back down to the carpet and uncovered Mike’s belly. Jeremy held Mike’s hands above his head, before the brown-haired boy blew a raspberry onto Mike’s belly.

“Wait WAIT- OHOHOHOHO NOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHA!” Mike shouted.

“A bit ticklish~?” Jeremy teased.

“YOHOHOU KNOHOHOW THIHIHIS!” Mike yelled back.

“Yeah…I dooo.” Jeremy teased before stopping and letting go of him. Mike covered up his face with his hands all over again, and curled up into the fetal position. But a few seconds later, Mike uncovered one of his eyes by moving two of his fingers apart. “Are…Aren’t you gonna do something?” Mike asked.

Doll and Jeremy both busted a gut laughing at Mike’s genuine, tiny response.

“Yohohou ahahare suhuch a goofy meatball!” Jeremy yelled.

Doll’s cackles went up another octave. “SAHAYS THE ONE WHO THOUGHT WE WERE MARRIED!” Doll yelled.

Jeremy giggled, before looking at Doll with shock. “Wait, what?!” Jeremy asked.

“Just because you have memories of a wedding, doesn’t mean it was my wedding.” Doll told him.

Jeremy blinked as he stared at Doll. He looked at Mike desperately for clarification.

“We haven't gotten married yet. We’re still in the dating stage.” Mike told him.

“B-But the-” Jeremy sat himself down, in shock by the whole thing. “B-B-But- You two are so PERFECT together!” Jeremy whined.

“We’re just…not at that stage yet, Jeremy.” Mike told him.

Doll looked down for just a second, before smiling. “Not quite yet. But we don’t plan on breaking up anytime soon either.” She said.

“......Okay.” He said somewhat sadly. “I’m sorry…” He mumbled.

Mike shook his head and hugged him. “It’s okay. We find it funny, actually. And we know you’re gonna find it funny when you’re hung over and sober.” Mike told him.

Jeremy giggled. “And you’re also gonna find it funny when I tell you how excited you were about me and Doll tickling you again.” Jeremy teased, poking his chest.

“Now now, don’t make me tickle you back.” Mike warned.

“Ooooh! Is Jeremy ticklish? Spill the tea!” Doll asked.

“Oh! I’ll gladly spill!” Mike started skittering his fingers in his armpits. “Armpits are a-”

“BAHAHAHAHAAAA! EEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHE NOHOHOHO!” Jeremy shouted loudly.

“...Very ticklish spot.” Mike finished. “And that’s just the tip of the iceberg! Do you wanna help me?” Mike asked his girlfriend.

Doll proudly walked up and knelt down. “I would love to.” She said before blowing a raspberry onto Jeremy’s covered belly.

“OHOHOHO NOHOHOHOHOHO! HAHAHAHAHAHA!” Jeremy yelled.

Doll laughed and shook her head. Another tickle fight starts up by the mostly drunk trio. But Doll knows they all needed it. Work is stressful…especially when your boss and his creations are trying to kill you every shift. But being able to get moderately drunk and just have fun, has become a huge blessing from god himself.

So please, let the tickle fights continue!

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Also...I want to say something: Today is the 3rd anniversary of starting up my Tumblr account. And MY GOD, DID IT GROW. I still can't believe that on January 14, 2020...3 years ago...I had decided to make this Tumblr account to open up my fanfics to a bigger audience. And now 3 years later, I will reveal what I was doing when I made it:

I was sitting on the toilet, taking a shit and reading my earliest Jacksepticeye Egos fanfics on my phone. And...I decided that going to Tumblr, would greatly help me open up to the tickle community! They say the best thoughts come when you're alone, stuck on the toilet, and contemplating life. But...I DID NOT EXPECT THIS ACCOUNT TO GET THIS BIG! I'm almost at 900 followers!!! I- I don't understand. And I probably never will.

So...know that this person was literally shitting while making the well-known Tumblr account known as TrashySwitch.

And let the shitposting on this fact, commence!

#fluffy drunk stories #silly #drunken shenanigans #ticklefic #ler!doll #switch!mike #switch!jeremy #fnafnations au

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trashcatsnark · 2 years

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Writing WIP

Tagged by @derelictheretic

I have like 3 other tag games I've been meaning to do that I swear I shall- but I just finished up a 30+ page chapter and have some contents I can share

As usual this is my next chapter of Can You Feel The Sun?

“And that’s exactly what’s happening to me.”

“Yeah, I know…” Johnny trails, off jaw clenched and a slight nod of his head, “That's why I'm gonna fix it.”

And he says it so simply, nothing but conviction in his voice, states it like pure simple fact. She wants to believe him, to trust him that he’s somehow right, that she will be saved this time. But she just can’t. It’s not in her, not at this moment and maybe not ever again.

“You can’t fix this, Johnny.”

“I can and I will,” he says, groaning after a moment of V’s silence then extending a silver pinkie towards her, “I fuckin’ promise, okay?”

“Johnny….” She shakes her head, a pang in her chest. She wants to trust and believe in him so fucking bad, but she knows him too fucking well.

“Shake my fucking finger,” he says, attempting to threaten her into a pinkie promise- which is very Johnny of him.

“I’m not letting you make a promise you can’t keep, Johnny.”

He sighs, leaning back in his chair and retracting his hand. His expression snarled, he’s pissed but she’s being honest with him. She’s not going to get her hopes up over a promise she knows he can’t keep- that he may not even care to keep. She can't be certain he isn't just use her quirks to manipulate her…

“Still don’t trust me.”

“No, I- I wish I did but…. “ She sighs, taking another drag off her cigarette, “You use people, Johnny. I’ve seen it with Rogue, with Kerry, with Alt… You string people along, drag them into your messes- say shit you don’t mean. Pick fights just to pick ‘em, talk over me, push me into doing shit, never fuckin’ listen to me, and have actually tried to kill me before…”

“Let's not get wound up- alright? Not yourself..”

“Right fuckin’ there,” she points a finger at the rockerboy, “Fuckin’ blew off everything I just said, because it wasn’t what you wanted to hear.”

“Blew it off because it’s a load of bullshit and you got no fuckin’ idea what you’re talking about!”

V stubs her cigarette out on the plastic table, pressing the flames out against the wet surface and sighing. He doesn’t fucking get it- not an ounce of insight.

“Thing is, even if you weren’t a selfish egotistical jerk- heard what she said. This is beyond you or me,” V stands, legs wobbly but holding steady beneath her, “Gonna bust my ass, find Mikoshi, save Jackie, then you and Alt will fuck off into cyberspace together while I’ll be left to die alone. End of story, roll credits.”

Tagging: everyone who sees this!

#cyberpunk 2077 #silverv #johnny silverhand #aidan becker #aidan v becker

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carlf329 · 1 year

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Here we go

I’m sorry people but this will be all over the place.

I’ll start with this. I met our sunshine!!! She gave me this incredible hug when she finally got over her shyness. I have to say; she gets a lot from her mom but the hugs are definitely from her. We did some work and we spoke and she saw all her things in my office. My thunder got stolen a bit but it was still awesome. Then we went to target and had pizza. She’s a pepperoni fan just like me. Another thing we have in common. I pinky promised her something and I know I will keep and deliver that promise.

Next. The week started with my lobster telling me she read my previous posts. I meant everything I wrote. You know the reason I write here and email is because I can just let everything out. When she’s in front of me I just can’t express myself or my anger or frustration or any of that. When she’s in front of me I just forget everything for that moment because I just want to hold her and hug her and forget every single negative thing.

Yesterday she told me she’d be going to lunch with an enemy. She said she knew I would get upset. But the truth is I’m just numb. Today she told me she thought I would know better than to do what I did with that stupid cruise and the truth is I should’ve. I told her I thought she would’ve known better and she ignored that comment. I had to go get my son and she said something about me always doing that. She said she wouldn’t kiss my ass. I have never asked her or expected her to. I’m to fucked up to remember the rest of that conversation. She also said something essentially about us thinking differently. It’s true. The reason is she hasn’t seen what this fucked up city is fully like. She sees and thinks everyone is good and real and true like she is. I once thought that way too. Time has shown me different.

Earlier this week when we first spoke after almost a month she said something along the lines of I focus on work and what happens there not what happens with is but that has to do with us also. She said she’s not team anybody or something like that but like I’ve said I disagree. She said something about him being her boss but guess what? Just because he’s her boss doesn’t mean anything. It doesn’t mean she has to acknowledge or do anything to keep him happy. Again just my opinion. Not that it matters.

You know I’m not going to keep discussing it. I’m going to vent one last time and I’m done. I was right about her old friend and she didn’t care how I felt or what I thought and I was proven right. The gringo piece of shit got me written up and talked shit about her and she forgot it and went right back to being friends with him like nothing. I will be right about that one too. Lastly she’s team canoe and I will be right about that one as well. What’s beyond coincidental is I told her how I feel about the thumbs up emoji and last week for the first time ever canoe did two things he’s NEVER done. One replied to an email only to me and that reply was just a thumbs up.

I’m done writing about most of these things for good after this post.

Today she blamed everything on “my tantrum”. I told her that wasn’t the real me and I think and hope she knows it’s not. The thing about that is that while I have fucked up BEYOND more than I should have I have admitted it. I have realized it, understood and apologized. She’s still saying I blew it out of proportion and it wasn’t that big a deal. She hasn’t realized or understood or apologized. To her she was just doing what her director and that piece of shit gringo wanted her to do. Yesterday she said something along the lines of she’ll do what she has to do to keep her #2 and keep her office how she wants. Sure sounds like she’s team canoe whether she admits it or not. However she chooses to see it to help her think she’s not. He wanted her to go to ultra so who gives a fuck it was OURS. Rant over.

Lastly. Tomorrow is the 29th. I’m truly not sure if the Ellie account is closed since I haven’t sent anything since the weekend that she destroyed and desecrated OUR event. I don’t even know if I should send something or not. The last 29 message I sent which included an I love you got a thumbs up.

Such is my life my people. Signing off and signing out.

I love you my lobster and I always will.

You are and will always be my real and true and forever zing.

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glapplebloom · 2 years

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I need some love like I've never needed love before, wanna make lo.. Whoops, wrong song.

Have you been wondering why we didn’t get a Map Episode for so long? This episode explains it as it was out of commission since Starlight decided to go Doc Brown on it. But now her and Twilight fixed it and they can get back on spreading Friendship across Equestria. Today’s volunteers: Rarity and Pinkie Pie as they head towards Canterlot. While Rarity has ideas, she decides to follow Pinkie’s and go with the flow. And that flow first leads them to the restaurants.

Rarity selects a few restaurants that got a three star rating by Zesty Gourmand but basically no matter which one she chooses it's basically eating small bits of cardboard. Heck, if you aren’t paying attention, you may not even notice they are switching restaurants. Since Rarity struck out with picking a place to eat, Pinkie Pie chooses and it's the Tasty Treat. Rarity worries since it has no ratings but as soon as she tasted the food she was loving it.

What she probably didn’t like was the arguing father/daughter pair of Coriander Cumin and Saffron Masala. That is until she thinks this is their Friendship Problem. If they can get this restaurant a three stars, their friendship would be saved. So with Rarity’s connections, she got Zesty Gourmand to come by and give it a try. But it has to be tonight. So the pair split off between Pinkie Pie and Saffron to get customers and Rarity with Cumin to fix up the place. The song is nice, but I’m going to talk about a big criticism about this.

Rarity’s idea is to make the Restaurant the same as others. I’ve seen a lot of people bring this up. For the negatives, Rarity is about creation. She should be trying to let them express themselves. For the positives, Rarity isn’t going to risk their restaurant if she knows Zesty has a particular taste and won’t give a rating unless they meet it. But I think Zesty herself brings up the best point: “Rarity, when it comes to fashion, you are adequate. But take some advice from a friend – keep your opinions out of restaurants.”

Rarity is not a Food Pony. She’s a Fashionista. She’s not just about setting trends but following and predicting them as well. If this was an art thing Rarity will be all in for creative freedom, but this is business. If you want it to be successful sometimes following the trend is necessary to keep afloat. And for a Restaurant to be successful, as far as she knew, they need a three star rating and only Zesty’s lack of taste buds can give it to them.

At the time of the judgment, Rarity made the Tasty Treat just like everyone else while Pinkie and Saffron only got two customers: both not from Canterlot. As suspected, they both had different ideas on what to do and it blew up in their faces and onto Zesty’s. And that leads to Zesty once more not giving them a rating and saying her specific style: Anypony can throw ingredients together and create an obvious taste that uncultured ponies like those two can register. But it takes a true culinary artist to create a subtle taste, the barest hint of a sensation.”

Now I like my stuff more plainly than others. When I get pizza, it's usually cheese. When I get a cheeseburger, no pickles. French Fries? No salt, no Ketchup, potatoes only, Final Destination. But that’s because I like the natural taste of them. And even then I occasionally spice things up with bbq sauce on my meat or bacon with my Cheeseburger. Zesty’s is to barely have any flavor. The only way it can be less flavorful is if it was fed via an IV line.

But that screw up led to Saffron making an old meal for her father like the ones he made for her when she felt sad. That got them to reminisce on the good times when they cooked together. And with Saffron clarifying that’s all she wanted, Rarity got the idea: their idea was right but the wrong people were working on it. Since Rarity is a Canterlot Pony at heart, she’s the best to reach these people. She put her own reputation on the line to bring the customers in. Meanwhile Pinkie fixed everything up to look at it as before.

Thanks to Rarity, every pony who is any pony is there including Gordan Ramsey. And they love the food. But when Zesty arrived to wonder what’s going on, she said that Rarity or Pinkie Pie had no authority to tell them where to eat. Rarity counters that neither does she. While she is free to have her opinions, they’re not the law and nobody should follow them. This inspired others to go back to their own ways, with my favorite being the BBQ pony.

Showing she stands by her criticisms, she leaves in a huff. But if you play the mobile game and the Timed Event known as “Royal Dining: Entrée”, you’ll see that she is trying to broaden her tastes. She even compliments Rumble and Pinkie’s combined work. “I must admit, I had my doubts about you two. However, a child and... another child, practically speaking... have put together something that has truly impressed me!” So good on her for trying to try something new.

Anyway back to the episode, the restaurant is a success, the Father/Daughter duo are back together, every other restaurant will make things their own way and their Cutie Mark Glows signifying that they succeeded. Overall, a fun episode. The music sounds nice, Rarity and Pinkie Pie make a fun pair and Saffron and her pops have a nice story. Click here to see the original review and how it fits in GLAB canon.

#mlp review #MLP Revisit #Green Lantern Apple Bloom #season 6

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shoutogepi · 3 years

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A Million Times Over, part 2

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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Todoroki Shouto x American!Reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 6.4k

[ ☀︎, ☁︎, ✘ (nsfw!) ] (series warnings)

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : NSFW references (no explicit smut this chapter)

𝐛𝐢𝐨 : You lose all memories from the past five years of your life due to an accident-induced coma, including any recollection of your beloved boyfriend and fellow pro-hero, Shouto. He’s devastated that you don’t remember him, but the both of you are determined to get your memories back, no matter how long it takes. In the meantime, you attempt to rebuild your relationship with him… while also nurturing the spark that’s still very much lit between you two.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : Yaaaaaa babie so part 2 is finally finished! I’m wicked excited to finish the series next chapter and ughhh the smut is gonna be so good omg. Just wait.

𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : shout out to @shotoh for beta-reading this for me, what a saint <3

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🄸t was warm.

There was something heavy on your middle, but it didn’t feel like a nuisance— it was a welcome weight, one that somehow made comfort seep from your chest and fill the rest of your body with a quiet sense of peace. You hummed as sleep’s grasp on you lightened, the cogs in your mind beginning to turn. The hospital bed had never been this comfortable before, and the acrid smell of antiseptic and bustle of the doctors outside your door was peculiarly absent. Instead, a pleasant scent of laundry and cologne lingered on your pillowcase, making the corners of your mouth pull up in a droopy smile.

Your eyes opened as you recalled where you were, and whose arms you were lying in— whose gentle breaths blew at your hair and tickled the shell of your ear. Letting out a slow exhale, you blinked the sleep from your eyes, legs attempting to move, only to find them tangled with the muscled calves of your bedmate who, you prayed to whatever divine presence that was out there, was still asleep.

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However, when you tried to move away, a low groan sounded in your ear, scattering the stray hairs that laid out of place there. Like a sleeping bear, the arm around your waist curled around you tighter, pressing your entire body directly against the hard contour of his. You swallowed, blinking owlishly as you tried not to think about the sizeable semi-hardness poking into your backside, nor the rough fingertips that splayed out on the smooth expanse of your stomach at the bottom of your shirt, the very pinky dipping under the waistband of your sleep shorts and panties, palm warming your skin just enough to make your heart awaken for the day.

Your breath was caught in your throat, and you didn’t dare move another inch. Even if you didn’t have your memories of the man you shared your life with for the past few years, the moments the two of you had shared throughout the past week were enough to have butterflies fluttering to life in your stomach. The feeling of simply being in his arms, tucked under the sheets and cocooned in his warmth and his scent, it all had your body feeling like it was at peace.

At home.

Shouto’s hand was lying open beside your face, his arm tucked underneath your neck as he must’ve fallen asleep spooning you, and not since shifted away throughout the night. His fingers twitched in his sleep just slightly, and you took the moment to admire the long, slender digits. For a man of his size and stature, they were surprisingly thin, almost as if in another life he could have tickled piano keys for a living. But they were also marred with scars and calluses from his herowork— none open nor recent, seeing as he had taken the last month off to watch over you. Reaching for his hand, you traced the lines on his palm, trailing your fingertips over his skin and finding yourself lost in thought. You wondered if this was how you usually slept, if this was what you woke up to every day…

If that was your reality, you would happily accept it.

Being in Shouto’s arms made you feel safe, protected from the troubles of life. You already harbored silly feelings for him before you had even met him, and now that you had, those feelings had only been amplified, each day spent with him a catalyst to the reaction he triggered in your heart.

You bit your lip, twisting your spine so you could look at him. Holding your breath as you finally laid eyes on him, you took your time to admire him in all his slumbered glory. Your eyes loitered on his high cheekbones, the sharp angle of his jawline, and then the placid expression he donned while he slept, not plagued with the usual lacing of concern that he wore throughout the day. He was so… handsome. In all his hardened, heroic glory, he still managed to look like a prince straight out of every little girl’s storybook. And he certainly had the body to go with it as well— the fruits of his training on full display for you as you marveled at his naked chest.

Your heart leapt into your throat when he stirred, his arm around your waist coming to rub at his tired eyes. Watching his grey eye open slightly, your breath caught at the crooked grin that blossomed on his lips when he locked eyes with you.

“Mmm morning princess,” he rumbled, hand landing on your stomach to push your body backwards into his. He didn’t mind the little squeak of surprise you let out, nuzzling his face into your neck and slinging his leg across your hips once he flattened them onto the mattress. Your face felt like it was on fire, his morning… problem pressed firmly against your back now as he moaned in content, scattering lazy kisses across your throat.

You gasped when his hand on your stomach suddenly jumped up to grope your breast over your shirt, his fingers kneading tenderly as tingles fired across your nerves. It felt good to be receiving his unbridled affection— too good, really, as he started to suck at your neck. Your body cried out for his touch but you had barely even kissed last night— this was too much, too fast.

“Sh-Shouto!”

He paused, head rearing back as he detected the urgency in your voice, sleepy eyes locking with yours with his brows furrowed underneath his frazzled bed-head. It took him a moment before his eyes widened and horror replaced the slumber that had impeded his judgement before, his body jumping to the other side of the bed instantly as his cheeks flushed a bright pink. “I— I’m so sorry, Y/n, fuck— I didn’t…” he stammered, embarrassment evident as the pink turned to red, little flames sprouting on the left side of his head while his eyes flew about, unable to meet your gaze.

You instantly felt guilty, his demeanor apologetic. It was clear that he was frustrated with himself. “It’s okay, I’m not mad, I was just… it was just, um, unexpected?” you tried to laugh but it came out sounding more like a choke.

“Damn it…” Shouto mumbled, his hands coming to drag across his face morosely. The flames that licked at his side sizzled out, indicating that he was no longer so much shocked as he was contrite. “I’m sorry,” he repeated, muffled by his hands that still occupied his face. “It was just… I forgot for a second and... I didn’t mean to— to, well, come onto you. God, I’m sorry.”

You watched him for a second, your heart suddenly heavy with the sadness that leaked from his choice of words. For the first time in a long time, he had woken up with you in his arms, and he had forgotten about the absolute shitstorm of the month he’d had. That was probably how he acted when he woke up normally, as your sweet and loving boyfriend— showering you in affection was his first instinct of the day, and there was nothing wrong with that.

“It’s really okay, Sho. I was just surprised,” you peeped, trying to relieve him of some of the stress that he was so apparently harboring. “It’s not like I hated it…”

Shouto processed your words for a moment before one hand rose from his face, his brow contorted into a mix between accusatory and suggestive. There was a hint of a smile threatening to bloom on his lips, but he remained silent as he stared at you.

“I just meant that— well… we could lay here for a bit before we get up for the day. If… If that’s our usual routine or, if you would be interested in that!” You could feel your face getting hot now, the embarrassment transferring from him to you.

But Shouto chose not to tease you, instead scooting back over to you in the middle of the bed. “You always did like your morning cuddles,” he said, mouth turning at the corners into a smirk.

“Whatever, just— just keep your third leg to yourself, okay? Arms only!” You shared a quick look with him, the both of you shocked that you had really just said that.

But Shouto followed your request, flipping so he laid on his belly before his arm hooked out to bring you into his side, nose pressing up against your ear as you were on your back. The butterflies were back and busy again in your stomach— his touch just did something to you, it was both exhilarating and infuriating when he had hardly done anything.

“Never heard that one before,” he murmured lowly, snark lurking in his voice. “You’re usually quite fond of my third leg, dear.”

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The rest of the morning went more according to plan. After a considerable amount of time lying in the sheets with Shouto cuddling into your side, you finally parted ways and went about getting ready for the day. There was a sense of giddiness pumping through your veins as your boyfriend left you stationed in front of your closet, mumbling something about preparation before you headed out.

Mostly, you were looking forward to going on your date. But then, there was also the surprised excitement that came from the sight of your walk-in closet, complete with rows of neatly organized clothes and a built-in wall with shelves and drawers, even a glass display case full of glittering jewels and gems in designs all tailored to your taste. You took a moment to pat yourself on the back. Not only did you seem to have the man of your dreams, but you had also attained your dream closet? If this was truly a dream, you most definitely did not want to wake up.

It took you an absurdly long amount of time to piece together your outfit. It was partially because you stopped to ogle at pretty much every hanger you rifled through, and partially because you were completely unsure of what clothes Shouto particularly enjoyed seeing you in. There was a sneaking suspicion that his preference was for you to not be clothed at all… but it wasn’t like you could go out on your date in your birthday suit. And, that would mean exposing your bare body to him, and you weren’t sure if you were ready for that just yet.

But that didn’t mean you weren’t insanely attracted to him— because you definitely were. Just, the situation you were in was a delicate one, and when you did decide to indulge in the physicalities of your relationship, it would be after you had no more questions to ask him. You just weren’t quite there yet.

So, you decided on a pair of dark jeans and a flowy blouse that showcased your shoulders, matching the color of your shoes, belt, and purse. After a quick makeup routine, you chose to spruce up the outfit with a little jewelry, seeing as you had quite an ample selection to choose from. A shiny pair of hoops for your ears came easily enough, but you struggled to find a necklace which would pull everything together. Your eyes wandered over the chains of gold and silver, some shining with bright gems and some intricate enough with just the curve of the metal. It was then that you noticed a simple but very elegant necklace, its blue-topaz pendant catching your gaze. As you inspected the glittering stone, a warm feeling pooled in your chest, and you found your fingers reaching for the jewelry without thought. There was something special about this necklace, but what, exactly, you couldn’t identify.

It was incredibly frustrating. This was the closest you had come to remembering anything since you had woken up a week ago… and while it was certainly progress, it was infuriating to have the recollection dangling just barely out of your reach. You stared at the brilliant cyan gem for another moment before deciding that you weren’t going to remember based on willpower alone, securing the clasp around your neck. If that were the case, then you would have your memory back already, you were sure. You left the room with your shoes in hand, sock-clad feet padding quietly against the shiny hardwood floors while a sour taste dwelled on the back of your tongue.

Yet somehow, the second your eyes met Shouto’s, the feeling of self-loathing was instantly quelled, replaced with a pleasant wave of some feeling you couldn’t quite put your finger on. His eyes had locked onto the stone around your neck right as you walked into the kitchen, and immediately a smile graced his lips as he found your gaze.

You couldn’t help but return one, your eyes flickering to the floor before returning to him, overwhelmed with the tingles that zipped through you. He hadn’t really given you the chance to take in the outfit he had chosen before he left you to dress, and you found yourself appreciating the soft, cream sweater that fell just over his denim-clad hips.

“Wow, you look…” his eyes trailed down your form and then back up, his smile just as full. He let out a soft laugh, head tilting back before his attention returned to you, as if he didn’t quite believe the sight in front of him. “Beautiful. You’re beautiful.”

You already knew you looked good, but still, hearing the compliment roll off his tongue made your stomach leap up beside your heart. “Thank you, Sho. You look beautiful, too,” you teased, trying to downplay the effect his words had on you.

Even though his cheeks dusted with a light pink, his expression remained unchanged, gaze dropping to the pendant resting in the middle of your chest again. He looked as if he wanted to say something, but he held his tongue.

Just as you were about to tell him about the feeling you’d gotten earlier, he turned and grabbed some things from the counter behind him, whisking them into his arms. There was a curious look you shot him as you examined the numerous hats he offered to you, one of your brows rising at the variety.

Shouto didn’t give you the chance to ask, launching into explanation without your prompt. “You and I are technically celebrities. So it’s best if we conceal our faces while we’re out in public.” His gaze dropped to the brim of the gray suede boater in his hand, his thumb trailing across the soft material. “I don’t want you ambushed today. The public has missed you while you’ve been out of commission, so if we’re spotted, I’ll have to share you… and I don’t think either of us is ready for that quite yet.”

You nodded, ignoring the giddiness that bloomed in the depths of your stomach at his choice of words. Reaching for a floppy hat, your fingers brushed over his sweater as you grabbed your choice of camouflage. The fit was snug around your head, the silky ribbon tied around the crown the perfect match to your shoes. Shouto put on his hat as well, making sure to tuck the white half of his hair up and out of sight, giving him a faux monochromatic appearance. He wordlessly handed you a pair of large sunglasses, which you slid onto your face without protest. He mirrored your action, choosing a dark pair of aviators that helped disguise his famous scar.

“How do I look?” You asked, doing a little spin for full emphasis. The movement put a little smile on Shouto’s face, his eyes roaming your figure leisurely before he offered a thumbs up.

“Enchanting as always, love,” he replied stoically, the suavity and candor of his response aiding to the warm, swirling feeling in your stomach. But his expression morphed into a playful smirk, eyes twinkling with mischief. “What about me?”

A laugh trickled out of you as he copied your twirl, his execution somehow more graceful than yours. His pink lips curled into a genuine smile at your giggle, ending his mock demonstration in a curtsey. This only caused you to swat at him in exaggeration, taking the first steps towards the door.

“Equally enchanting,” you replied, not a hint of a lie in your voice. Your conviction made Shouto stutter, his grin melting to a flustered purse of the lip. It was then that you took his hand decisively, chuckling as you placed a swift kiss to his cheek. “Ready to go.”

It took him a moment to buffer, but he quickly recovered, a warm flush coloring his cheeks as his fingers squeezed yours. The digits of his other hand curled around the small of your waist, guiding you through the door.

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Your eyes widened as Shouto pulled the sleek car into the parking space, your surroundings somewhat familiar. When you had asked where he was taking you, he hadn’t revealed any clues, preferring to give a vague “someplace you’ll enjoy” before effectively killing the conversation. You probably should’ve expected it, but surprise overtook you as you turned the sidewalk corner and there stood the cat cafe the pair of you had passed on your way back from the hospital just yesterday.

When you turned to look at Shouto, his eyes were already inspecting your reaction, the excitement written obviously all over your face. He regarded you with a quiet, knowing smile as he opened the door for you, the bell tinkling overhead and the quiet mewls of kittens further inside distinctly ringing in your ears. Right as you stepped inside, a fluffy, smoosh-face cat curled around your ankles, brushing and sniffing at you in greeting. Shouto made a joke about the fluffy beast being the cutest host he’d ever seen, his smile only growing when you laughed in return.

Once you were seated, tucked in a comfy pair of chairs in the corner of the cafe, a waitress came over to take your orders. What took you by surprise was that Shouto ordered for you— the exact confection and drink you were eyeing when you peeked at the menu. He shot you a little smirk at the cuteness of your impressed expression, asking if you’d like to add anything and turning the staff person's attention to you. At your denial, they excused themself, leaving you alone with Shouto once more.

There was a palpable tension in the air between the two of you. Unbeknownst to you, the other cafe goers could practically see the sparks flying between you.

“So… do we come here a lot?” you inquired, taking a tentative sip of your ice water and training your eyes on the top button of his shirt. It was just too intense to stare him straight in the eye sometimes…

Shouto took a moment to reply, looking through his red and white bangs at you fondly, leaning back in his chair before shaking his head. “Truthfully, we’ve never been here before.” He gauged the surprise in your eyes, a little knowing smile resting on his plump lip before he continued. “You always wanted to try this place but we hadn’t gotten around to it… you even picked out the food you wanted in case we came. I hope your tastes remain unchanged? If I ordered something you don’t want, I’ll call the waiter over.”

It was then your turn to shake your head, a quick and decisive answer. “No, you got it right,” you reassured, hands wringing slowly underneath the table in your lap. “The only other thing I wanted to try was the drink you ordered, so it’s fine!”

“Have as much as you like,” he suavely suggested, his tone sounding more like a demand than an offer. Just as he focused his eyes on yours, he was interrupted by a fuzzy orange kitten jumping into his lap, settling into a tiny loaf across his thighs and staring up at him expectantly.

You and Shouto both buffered for a moment before you let out a laugh at the sight of such a tiny creature in your broad boyfriend’s embrace. Shouto began to chuckle too, giving the creature a little scratch under the chin. The kitten meowed happily in agreement, placing its head onto its paws and settling in for a nap. You let the comfortable silence last for a minute before you meandered back into conversation.

“So um, earlier, when we were getting ready to go out…,” your fingers absentmindedly wandered to the pendant resting in the middle of your collar bones. “I saw this necklace in my closet and I felt like it was… important? And then I thought I caught you looking at it earlier too maybe? Do you know if it has any significant meaning or anything?”

Shouto’s gaze remained on the cat in his lap for another moment before it flicked over to you, and once again, you were stunned by the amount of emotion in his mismatched eyes. “I gave it to you,” he answered, his free hand fiddling with the sunglasses that now hung in the middle of his shirt collar. “It was for our first anniversary.”

You didn't really know what to make of that, the newfound knowledge resonating through you as you tried to remember anything about that day at all.

“I chose that color because you said you loved it… the color of my eyes. Or— eye— I suppose,” he gestured to the piercing cerulean orb that rested on his hot side, standing out even more against the muddled skin of his scar.

Your head nodded as you processed his answer, your finger nudging at the handle of your cutlery absentmindedly. “You do have nice eyes,” you mumbled, your veins pumping with a warmth you'd come to recognize as his natural effect on you.

Shouto smiled at that, his gaze focused on the pendant gleaming in the sun’s gentle caress. You could feel the intensity of his eyes there in the center of your chest, the modest amount of exposed cleavage feeling hot under his inspection.

At his silence, you continued on, your flusteredness forcing your mouth to move without much reason. “And— you have great taste in jewelry too, I mean, this is really beautiful.”

“It suits you,” he replied instantly, as if such words required no thought whatsoever.

That just made your cheeks feel even hotter, and a surprised chuckle sounded past your lips, his compliment egging on the butterfly swarm in your belly. “Thank you… I’m glad you have enough rationale to avoid a cheesy heart with your name on it or something.”

Shouto’s eyes fleed yours at that, taking a tentative sip of his water. You watched his pink lips curl into a subtle, knowing smirk. He yelped when you kicked his ankle underneath the table, gaze returning to you. He regarded your inquisitorial expression for a moment before he shrugged, his cheeks tinged with the lightest of pinks. “I have actually given you something like that before…”

You bit your lip, now wanting to kick yourself for making fun of the sweet yet idiotic, classic boyfriend gift. Heart jewelry, of course…

“And you really liked it… maybe almost as much as me,” he finished, and you watched as his blush deepened a few shades.

The waiter chose that moment to deliver your drinks, the conversation halting awkwardly before they took their leave once again.

“I really liked it?” You parroted, perplexed. There was no way you would find such a cheesy gift endearing enough to actually enjoy it.

Shouto adjusted himself in his chair, clearing his throat awkwardly. His eyes once again couldn’t meet yours, his fingertips tapping on the edge of the table. “Yeah it— it’s an anklet… it um, has my initials on the charm…” he mumbled, suddenly shy. “You seem to enjoy wearing it when we… when I— when I take you.”

“Oh.”

Your face felt on fire, neither of you brave enough to look each other in the eye following his confession. There wasn’t much you knew about your sex life with Shouto— though you assumed it to be very much alive, and healthily so— but just by the way he phrased that, your thighs were clenching together at the image your brain so kindly painted you.

Shouto was a big, strong man… one who was very proportional, as you recalled from the incident that occurred this morning. The thought of him taking you made your insides squirm with interest, fluttering at the premise of being stretched around him. You took another sip of your drink before the food thankfully arrived, allowing the pair of you to drop the conversation.

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After you finished eating, Shouto took you to the trader’s market around the corner. There were people crowding the streets and trickling through the crosswalks, even though it was a late morning on a Friday and most of the population should’ve been busying away at their jobs. The bustle of the city should’ve been overwhelming for you— Shouto kept you close to his side at all times, his gaze scrutinizing any looks that lasted too long toward your direction. And yet, you were having a blast, flittering about and exploring the vendors’ stands and the numerous trinket stalls that lined the busy square. His hand was always holding yours. Even when you got more invested in the items on display before you, his fingers would linger at your waist, making his relationship to you apparent to any bystanders.

Sunlight streamed down in between the tall buildings surrounding you, reflecting off the windows like mirrors and making you grateful for the shade of your hat. That made you extra thankful for the ghost of Shouto’s hand across your skin, welcoming the coolness exuding off of his right side. There was a light-hearted conversation between the pair of you, and many grannies waved you over to inspect their merchandise by calling out to the pair of lovebirds. The repeated label made Shouto puff up in pride, aiding him to stand tall and retain the advantage he had on you in terms of height.

Whenever your gaze lingered on something for a second too long, Shouto was instantly handing bills over to the merchants, insisting they take the change or at least tipping them appreciatively. By the time the two of you had visited every stall, numerous bags hung from his left arm, all precariously stacked so the fingers on his other hand could remain laced with yours.

He noticed your wary gaze on the bags, your expression giving your thoughts away immediately. “Don’t worry love,” he reassured, squeezing your fingers in his, “they’re no trouble at all.” At your attempt to grab a few and lessen the load, he pivoted and held them above your head. He frowned, keeping them out of reach as you continued your attempt, swatting at him gently.

“Just let me have one at least,” you pouted, your voice morphing into a little whine. That got him to grin, conceding and handing you the smallest, lightest bag of the bunch. He feigned ignorance when you shot him a playful glare in response, choosing now to steer you toward another topic instead.

“Would it ruin the date if we stopped by my office? I just need to drop off the folders I finished up last night, and the building is just a block over. It should only take a minute.”

You shook your head, shrugging your shoulders. “Sure,” you agreed, allowing his fingers to slip back into yours. Having your hand in his felt natural to you, the warmth of his skin welcomed. “I want to see your agency, anyway!”

It was a short walk to his workplace, as promised. The building was one of the tallest in the surrounding area, with sleek windows paneling all sides and reflecting the orange light of the barely-setting sun. The security guards didn’t bother the pair of you, Shouto acknowledging them with a nod as he slipped off his disguise. The elevator opened and Shouto flashed his badge at the sensor, then pushed the button for one of the floors higher up in the building.

In no time at all, the doors opened again and he led you past the couple secretaries that were perched behind their desks. You could feel their eyes glued to your back, and you were sure that the second you were safely located behind the glass doors to the hallway, they’d launch into discussion. The thought slipped your mind as you came round the corner, Shouto guiding you through the nearest door and ushering you into a large sitting room. Two doors were situated on either side of the room, long glass walls dividing the quarters. One door led to Shouto’s office, as designated by the nearby nameplate. The other you were about to read just as it opened, and a familiar, sharp-toothed redhead bounded toward the pair of you.

Immediately you grinned, ripping your hand from Shouto’s as you launched yourself at the famed Red Riot, one of Japan’s finest heroes lifting you off your feet in an enthusiastic embrace. Your laughs echoed around the room, Kirishima’s chuckles following as he spun you around. Shouto watched silently, a small frown adorning his lip while your gleeful laughs met his ears. He hadn’t heard such a sound in what seemed like forever, and even though he was not the cause of it, he couldn’t help but relish in it.

After a moment, Kirishima put you down and pulled Shouto in for a quick half-hug, patting him on the shoulder as his eyes then returned to you. “Well look who it is,” he grinned, his pointy teeth on display, hands landing on his narrow hips. “It’s so good to see you up and about, Y/n.”

“It’s good to see you too, Kiri,” you mirrored his expression, taking in his appearance.

Shouto watched your eyes rove over him, a sour taste developing at the back of his tongue. You had recognized Kirishima immediately— fondly, even— when it had taken hard work and ample time for you to warm up to him. It had taken a week for you to call him by his usual nickname, and yet, you called Kirishima by his own instantly. He could feel himself turning green at the realization, his frown remaining as his eyes sharpened in scrutiny.

“Wow,” you exclaimed after you had fully appraised the hero, even taking in the scarlet costume that had been updated since the last time you’d seen him. “You look great! Five years has really done you well, hmm? You’re totally ripped. Last time I saw you I swear you were shorter!”

Kirishima laughed and toed at the ground bashfully— never one to handle compliments very well. “Ah, thanks Y/n… gotta stay in shape when your costume has you shirtless all day, right?”

Shouto couldn’t help the envy that rose up inside of him as he watched you chatter eagerly with his coworker… even though he knew you had no control of what memories you lost, it still stung to watch you engage with and compliment another man. Especially when he hadn’t received such easy affection from you in much too long.

“You look much better, too,” Kirishima continued, glancing at Shouto as he picked up on the temperature drop in the room. Somehow you didn’t seem to notice the frost gathering on Shouto’s wrist as a result of his displeasure. “Erm— last time I saw you was in the hospital when you were still in your coma. I was so relieved to hear you woke up! Then I figured it would be easier for you if you didn’t have any visitors, though… that’s what your f— um, Shouto said would be best, anyway.”

At the mention of his name, you glanced at the half-and-half man beside you, shooting him a thankful smile that had his heart fluttering and his jealousy waning. He cleared his throat and nodded, casting a forced smile at the other hero. “Yes, well… I have to step into my office quickly, would you entertain her for a moment?”

Kirishima opened his mouth to reply, but Shouto was already halfway through the door, leaving the pair of you slightly stunned. You could see him through the glass wall, eyes following him and wondering why his curt attitude left a bitter taste in your mouth.

“So um…” The redhead turned to look at you, prompting you to do the same. “You really lost all your memories of him?”

The question hit you like he had dunked you in ice cold water, and you stiffened up immediately. Kirishima panicked then, eyes growing wide and covering his mouth.

“I can’t believe I just blurted that out— I just… You guys are so in love, I can’t imagine you two not together,” he explained earnestly, his brow furrowed. His honesty made your stomach burst with butterflies, the premise of being loved by Shouto and being able to love him made you feel flustered as hell.

“We are together,” you clarified, and Kirishima nodded. “Just not as together as before, I guess? It’s just… he makes me feel so many things and I barely know him. But he knows me? Like, intimately. It feels like he knows me more than I know myself sometimes. I dunno, it’s just… complicated, Kiri.”

He smiled in understanding, eyes sympathetic as you spilled your troubles to him. It was nice talking to someone who wasn’t Shouto— as much as you liked him, talking to him was difficult because he made you fumble with your words. You said things you didn’t mean to say when you were with him. Kirishima continued, “If there’s one thing I know, it’s that you guys are crazy in love. Like, you’re the couple I aspire to be in some day.”

You grabbed his hand and grinned at that, his sincerity making your heart melt. “Awe, Kiri… It’s good to see you haven’t changed from how I remember you. You’re still the sweetest.”

Kirishima laughed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Just be yourself with him… I think it’ll put you both at ease. You’re really good for each other— he was devastated the whole time you were asleep.”

The admission made a lump appear in your throat, your eyes feeling glassy all the sudden.

“He hasn’t acted this frigid since his high school days… Long before he met you. I think you make him feel relaxed. I mean, that’s how he always looks when he’s with you, or thinking about you. I can tell when we’re on patrol and he’s daydreaming about you, ‘cus he’ll just walk right into a lamp pole.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the image, cursing the timing when the door opened and Shouto stepped out, his eyes landing on you and then hardening as they moved to Kirishima. He stepped toward him, but you intercepted him and laced your arms around his middle instead, stopping him with your embrace.

Shouto faltered at the sudden display of affection, his cheeks growing hot as he locked gazes with Kirishima, his eyes then dropping to the top of your head as you hid your face in his chest. He was frozen mid-breath, completely still as you held him. His cool, clean scent swallowed you as you kept your head nuzzled into his front, his fingers limp as your hand found his.

With a small step back, you ceased your embrace, your fingers squeezing his tightly as your eyes captured his and you gave him a shy smile. His cheeks only darkened, the grimace that had occupied his face long gone and instead replaced with an awed blankness. His lips parted and moved pointlessly, as if he wanted to say something but no sound escaped him.

“It was nice catching up Kiri,” you said, eyes still locked with Shouto’s heterochromatic ones before you turned to the red hero, who was awkwardly looking to the side as he shuffled his weight between his feet.

Kirishima looked at you and laughed awkwardly once again. You began to exit with Shouto in tow behind you, the hero’s crimson gaze following the pair of you. “Ah, yeah, you too! Let’s meet up soon!”

Then the glass door closed, and you were once again in the vicinity of the secretaries' blatant gawking. You pointedly ignored them as you strode toward the elevator, with their soundlessly boss still trailing behind you. As you waited for the elevator to ascend to your floor, you caught Shouto looking at you funny in your peripheral vision. Yet when you turned to look at him, he only reached out and pulled you into his chest.

Caught by surprise, a meek noise slipped out of you before you collided with his pecs once again, his arms wrapping around you to secure you in place. He nuzzled into your hair and inhaled deeply, uncaring of the secretaries' stares.

Only when the elevator arrived did he pull away, to guide you inside and away from the prying eyes. When the doors were closed, he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on the crest of your cheek, a wisp of his peppermint-laced breath cooling your skin just as heat rushed there from his lips.

“Let’s go home, love,” Shouto murmured against your skin, knuckles nudging yours before your fingers curled around his. You nodded, holding his arm with your free hand and coming to stand by his side as the elevator rushed toward the ground. A peaceful moment of silence fell upon you and Shouto, giving you time for contemplation.

Any sane woman would've taken one look at Kirishima and felt at least a pinch of interest twirl inside her stomach. He was caring and handsome as they come, and yet he did absolutely nothing for you. Somehow when you were confronted with his chiseled abs and warm gaze, you felt less than when Shouto even glanced at you. You concluded that your body was definitely in love with him… and your heart longed to be the same. But part of you still had questions that needed to be resolved before you could really give yourself to him… and little did he know, you would find the answers to said questions so soon.

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ahh i love this sho so much, he’s trying so hard... poor babie 🥺 next part i will be much kinder to him <3 if you enjoyed please be sure to reblog and or leave me a comment •ᴥ•

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First day of school

pairings: no romantic pairings

summary: in which Nanami drops his son off for his first day of school

warnings: Nanami being the best dad ever

Nanami stepped out of his car while adjusting his tie, turning his head to quickly examine his parking job before nodding in approval at the precision It displayed. His dress shoes clicked against the pavement as he walked past his trunk and to the backseat of his Camry, opening the back door with a smile now growing on his lips.

“Ready?” He asked softly, but his 6-year old son shook his head with a permanent scowl blanketing his face. Nanami blew out a breath before leaning himself in the car.

“Come on, buddy. First grade is nothing to be afraid of.” Nanami assured, but he could tell that he still wasn’t getting through to the stubborn boy.

“I don’t want to go in there, papa.” His son pouted with his arms crossed over his chest just as Nanami reached to unstrap him from his carseat. His son turned his head with defiance and moved his eyes to look out the window to see the tall brick building that he would soon have to go in, causing fear to sink to the pit of his small belly.

The car grew quiet, and the small boy’s vision gradually became blurry with each second that passed.

“I don’t want to leave you.” His quiet voice suddenly cracked, catching Nanami’s attention instantly.

Nanami paused his movements, shifting his view to look at the young boy who now had tears welling up in his eyes as he kept his gaze placed on his lap.

“I want to stay and go with papa to work.” The boy’s bottom lip quivered as his strained whisper left his mouth and he hesitantly reached for Nanami, his hands making grabbing motions as tears continued to stream down his chubby cheeks. Nanami then sighed and leaned closer to the boy, wrapping his arms around him and embracing him in a tight hug.

“Papa’s not going to leave you.” Nanami assured while kissing his son’s temple. “But It’s too dangerous to come with me to work.”

“But I’m strong.” The boy protested through his tears, holding out his arm to Nanami so he could see his muscles. “I eat all my veggies everyday so I can be big just like you!”

Nanami shook his head, patting his son’s head gently. “You are strong, but papa has to fight really bad guys to keep you safe. I would be very sad If something were to ever happen to you.” Nanami dramatically feigned sadness and when his son heard his father’s change of voice, he quickly put his small hand to Nanami’s cheek.

“Don’t be sad, papa!” His son hastily pleaded once he started to see Nanami go into a fake cry while sniffling profusely. “I know you’ll beat those bad guys because you’re the coolest dad ever!” His son smiled, now abandoning his own sadness so he could comfort Nanami. When he heard those words fall from his mouth, Nanami leaned closer into his son’s touch while happily grinning.

“I’ll be back to get you before you know It.” Nanami said and his son looked at his father with his eyebrows lowered and a frown now etched on his face.

“You promise?” His son asked in a skeptical voice while squinting and Nanami laughed slightly, sticking his pinky out towards the boy.

“I promise.” He affirmed as he intertwined his fingers with his son to secure their vow. Upon realizing the time, Nanami quickly grabbed his son from his car seat and held him on his hip, sneakily tickling him on his belly and making him erupt in a fit of giggles.

“No more tickles, daddy!” His son laughed while burying his face in Nanami’s shoulder and Nanami beamed internally that he was able to put a smile on his face. He then set his son down on the ground and reached to grab his hand so they could go in to the building.

“Let’s go, buddy.” Nanami said out loud and remembrance washed over his son’s face as he slowly grabbed his father’s hand. The two of them then walked to the main entrance and into the school, finding the front office soon after so they could sign in.

“Good morning, I am here to drop off my first grader.” Nanami greeted the lady behind the desk, capturing her attention that was previously focused on paperwork.

The receptionist asked for his name and relation to the boy before typing on her computer and pointing to a slip that Nanami was suppose to fill out. The receptionist watched as Nanami grabbed the clipboard and quickly scribbled with the pen and then moved to smile softly at the boy standing beside him.

“Are you excited?” The receptionist asked Nanami’s son and he looked down slightly at his shoes, rubbing his small hands together nervously.

“Only a little bit.” He responded truthfully, his timid voice making Nanami spare him a brief glance before going back to signing his name. The receptionist laughed at the child’s lack of enthusiasm and reached into the basket of goodies that was next to her.

“Well maybe this will make you feel better.” She said as she handed him two stickers, one a giraffe and the other being a dinosaur.

The toddler’s eyes lit up as he saw the two stickers and he eagerly grabbed them from the lady.

“Ah, what do you say?” Nanami urged as he looked at his son expectantly. The boy cleared his throat before smiling, giving a full display of his missing two front teeth.

“Thank you so, so much!” He chirped in response, smiling brightly at the woman in front of him. The woman then gushed in her seat at his cuteness, and waved goodbye to both Nanami and the small boy.

The two of them strolled down the hallway, Nanami getting nostalgia himself since this happened to be his old elementary school as well. Nanami read the sign that said “First Grade” hanging above an entrance and turned down that corner, making sure that his son was next to him. As he walked down the hallway, he noticed the many hand drawn turkeys and ABC letters draped all across the walls, and he also noticed the discreet peaks his son gave to them before quickly adverting his curious gaze back to his stickers. Once they arrived at his son’s teacher’s room, Nanami knocked on the glass window. He then saw a tall lady with long braids get up from her desk, quickly walking to open the door while waving at her new visitors.

“Well, good morning to you!” The woman who now stood outside the classroom happily greeted Nanami and her green eyes then shifted to the small boy standing next to him. “And who might this little man be?”

The boy went to clutch Nanami’s leg as he hid behind him, shyly peaking his head out to look at the lady in front of him.

“Tell her your name.” Nanami urged once he realized the hall was growing increasingly silent. Nanami’s son made a discouraged face before he hesitantly stepped from behind his father and clutched the two stickers he had in his hand to his chest.

He took a deep breath before whispering his name to the lady while slowly moving his eyes to look at her brown face.

“Well It’s nice to meet you! I am Mrs. Zen, and I’ll be your teacher for the year.” The lady smiled while bending down to shake his tiny hand.

“Come on, you can play with your other classmates.” She invited and as If on a cue, Nanami’s son saw another boy come to the door with a car in each of his hands.

“Hi! Do you like cars?” The excited boy quickly asked and Nanami’s son perked up at the mention of that.

“Yeah, I have a whole bunch at home!” He responded with wide eyes, suddenly wishing he brought one with him so he could show the boy in front of him.

“Awesome! Come play with us then, we’re about to have a race!” The giddy boy waved as he went back to the group of kids sitting on the rug and Nanami’s son bounced in his spot, looking at his teacher’s face for approval. The teacher softly nodded, moving her body to the side so he could come in the class.

“Okay!” Nanami’s son began running, but he stopped himself once he made It across the threshold. He turned his body back around and ran back out the room and wrapped his arms around Nanami’s legs, making Nanami stagger back in surprise.

“Bye papa, I love you!” The boy smiled with his eyes closed as he continued to hug to his father, and Nanami patted his head as his shocked expression changed to an endearing one.

“Have a great day.” Nanami said and the boy pulled back, holding one strap of his backpack and waving to Nanami with his free hand.

“Will do!” He called out as he turned his body and rushed back through the door, the other kids cheering as they gave him his own car to play with It.

“Well, that was easier than expected.” Nanami commented and Mrs. Zen chuckled, folding her hands together as she thought about how quickly Nanami’s son’s attitude changed.

“Yeah, that’s usually how they are when they see the other kids.” She mused, eyes falling back on to the face of Nanami.

“Well If that is all, I will be on my way now.” Nanami nodded stiffly and turned around to leave the school. Nanami quickly went down the hallway and as he was in the middle of adjusting his glasses, he heard the voice of Mrs. Zen again.

“You don’t have to worry, he’s going to be just fine.” She called out with her arms still crossed over her a chest, as well as a knowing grin on her face while she watched Nanami continue to walk down the hallway.

Nanami wondered where that could have came from once he stepped outside the school. However, It wasn’t until Nanami felt a tear drop from his eyes that he realized what she meant.

Nanami wiped his face and quickly cleared his throat, now coming to the conclusion that he didn’t want to leave his son either.

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