#( not to mention the times he’s just a puddle on the floor bc why is Squid a thing he can turn into )

[somewhereinchaos]

@ black doom, you ruined a perfectly good hedgehog. look at him (shadow) he’s got body dysmorphia.

[muldermuse]

two sinners (Gator Tillman X F!Reader)

ok so this is feral and I wrote it in a day bc I could feel it rotting away in my brain

Gator Tillman is a horrible guy and reader wants to get him back.

18+ only!!! Smut below. Smut includes piv sex, infidelity (pretty big thing), Gator is mean but so is reader, oral (f receiving), rimming (m receiving), slutshaming, mention of anal (f receiving), mention of cuffs used as restraints, brief nipple play, use of the word whore/slut, spitting, dirty talk, praise kink, stalking???. If any of that makes you uncomfortable, please do not read.

this could be a multi part fic. It was fun to write and I enjoy the dynamic so lemme know if u enjoyed!!!

He’s barely out of you by the time he says it this time. “That’s the last fuckin’ time I do this shit, we’re done”. He spits it at you like it’s acid on his tongue. 

You’re lying on your bed completely naked as his come is slowly dripping out of you onto your linen. The first few times you��d done this, you put on fresh linen and lit a floral candle. He never appreciated it so you stopped. His statement would hurt you a lot more if this wasn’t becoming a regular occurrence. It’s become a routine; something it was never supposed to be. 

He visits your home, fucks you however you want him to, makes you come as many times as he can, he feels guilt as soon as he finishes, he splashes cold water over his face in your en suite bathroom (leaves it in puddles across your tiled floor and organised surfaces) and then grabs his things and storms out. He’ll be back before the end of the week- he always is.

You’re getting tired of it. It should be harder now he has a girlfriend and you’re seeing a few guys from the local area. But it isn’t. You’re unsure why.

He tells you he hasn’t slept with Glenda yet. His daddy loves her, thinks she’s the sweetest thing he’s ever seen and he’s been vocal about his dislike of you. You think he’s a fucking idiot so you guess it’s good that the feeling is mutual. Gator can’t be with anyone his daddy doesn’t like, you’ve heard him brag about how he could get any gal he wants but you know it’s not true. You’re pretty sure that Gator knows that as well deep down. 

You were sleeping together before he got with Glenda. Glenda is a church girl and his daddy’s protege. Roy sets them up and tells Gator he’s been blessed to have Glenda enter his life. Whereas, Roy thinks you have sin in your heart and you know that you do. You believe him that he hasn’t slept with her yet, if he does- it makes the whole relationship real. This is something that you know Gator is trying to avoid. His head is buried deep beneath the sand and he’s trying to find air holes to catch his breath before he suffocates. 

You’re sleeping with other people, like Jax from the local store and Steve from the bar. Neither know about each other or about your Gator situation. Jax and Steve take you out on dates and fuck you in their cars and their homes. It’s passionate and sweet. It’s filled with promises and hope. Gator fucks you like he’s trying to get expel something deadly from his body. Gator’s a terrible person and you know that you are too. This is why you’re done with him, not for Glenda or Roy Tillman. Certainly not for Jax and Steve. You’re done because you want him to want you more than he ever has before. He’s an asshole and you want him more desperate than ever for you. You hear him spit in your sink as he comes back into the bedroom. 

“You say this shit all the time Gator. What if I’m done with you huh?” You’re still naked and you can feel his cum drying on your inner thighs.

“You’re the one who always comes crawlin’ back to me remember? Jus’ a fuckin’ whore- that’s why I liked usin’ you though so don’t take it personal”. He giggles cruelly as he shrugs his jacket back on. 

His words don’t hurt, a few months ago they would’ve made your stomach drop and tears prick in your eyes. But now? It just fuels you. 

“Go back to Glenda, Gator”. That will hurt him. You never say her name, you only do it because that sentence is the equivalent of a scorching red hot poker branding his sensitive skin. 

“Don’t say her fuckin’ name”. Anger flashes across his eyes. “I am so fuckin’ done with you and I mean it”. You want to laugh at how powerful he perceives his words to be. 

“You say fuckin’ shit you don’t mean all the time Gator. It’s like breathing to you”. You wrap a bedsheet around you and get up to stand in front of him. 

“That’s it then, you’re done with this right?” He nods. “I don’t wanna see your fuckin’ face or hear from you again. Don’t text me, don’t casually come into my work and don’t fuckin’ turn up here.

Get the fuck out of my fuckin�� house, Gator”

***

Two weeks pass with nothing. You can’t say you’re not impressed. He doesn’t glance at you when you see him on the street. He doesn’t call or text. 

Glenda shares pictures on Facebook of the pair of them. She looks happy and he looks uncomfortable. You think that that sums up the entire relationship. You know he’s going to break and speak to you; it’s just waiting.

You carry on seeing Jax and Steve. Jax takes you to a drive in movie theatre and goes down on you on the backseat for the entire movie. He buys you your favourite candies and chips for the ride there and back. He makes you laugh and asks if you want to make it official- you tell him you don’t. He asks when he can see you again. 

Steve takes you to a new steakhouse. He gets you a bottle of red wine and when you don’t like how your steak is cooked; he swaps your plates. You go back to his place and ride him on the couch in his living room. You spend the entire time thinking about how you couldn’t do this with Gator because he lives with his daddy. Before you leave, Steve gives you a necklace with your birthstone on. He tells you how much you mean to him, you thank him and drive home. 

You don’t miss Gator. You don’t feel positively about him at all. You just like that he wants you and you like the power you hold over him. If you wanted to ruin his life you could. You could tell his daddy and Glenda that he loves fucking a sinner. That he’s fucked you in every possible way they could imagine and he loves it. You could tell them about how he’s been that pussydrunk on you; he’s told you he’s in love with you. Or maybe about how after you ate his ass on his daddy’s dining room table, he told you he wanted to run away with you and that he’d already looked into it and started storing money away. You didn’t say anything back to him, you just stored away these love drunk confessions so you could use them against him. 

Gator Tillman is the worst guy you know.

And he makes you feel fucking powerful.

***

It takes 4 weeks in total for him to break. 

[received on Monday at 04:32] Gator🐍💩: are u going to the church potluck on Saturday

[received on Monday at 10:12] Gator🐍💩: just bc u went last year, know it’s not ur scene tho. 

[received on Monday at 15:05] Gator🐍💩: im goin with Glenda so just don’t want it to be awkward

[received at Tuesday at 01:54] Gator🐍💩: ?? Do you have a new number? 

He calls you three times on Wednesday. 

You ignore every text and every ring. 

His patrol car is parked over the street from you on Thursday. He knows you leave for work at half 6 in the morning. You know you’ll see him again, probably during lunch as he is so fucking predictable. Every Thursday, you go for a bagel at a local deli because you love the mid week special. You can already picture his car parked outside there on the curb waiting for you. So you know it’s a great time to invite your new, very handsome, colleague called Jenson along. Jenson is new to the department and is a quarterback for a local team. He’s made his attraction to you pretty clear, he brings in a coffee for you every morning and has asked you out for drinks before. 

You offer to drive Jenson to the deli and, of course, Gator’s car is parked out front. He sees you but you don’t look at him. You can feel his eyes burning into you and Jenson. You grip Jenson’s bicep and throw your head back in a giggle and something mediocrely funny that he said. As you get closer to Gator’s car, you politely smile at him and squeeze Jenson’s arm tighter. 

[received on Thursday at 21:45] Gator🐍💩: Jenson Ackerley????? really??? that guys a fuckin asshold

[received on Thursday at 22:35] Gator🐍💩: *asshole

Instead of replying to Gator, you spend Thursday evening exchanging flirty texts with Jenson. You invite him to the Potluck on Sunday and ask if he wants to come back to your place for dessert. 

***

He reaches new levels of desperation on Friday.

“Hi, it’s Joe on reception. I’m really sorry to disturb you on your lunch. I have Sheriff Tillman here and he just wants to come to your office if that’s okay?”

You’re sat alone preparing for the rest of your day when Joe’s call comes through. Jenson has finished early for the day and gave you a bouquet of flowers before he left. He smiled when he gave them to you and said he couldn’t wait to spend the day with you on Sunday. 

You’re excited as well but for a different reason.

“Hi Joe, I’m sorry but can you tell Gator that I’m just having my lunch with Mr Ackerley so I don’t have time for a chat”

You can hear Gator speaking in the distance after Joe relays your message to him.

“He says it will only take a few minutes”

“Can you apologise for me Joe and tell him that Mr Ackerley and I will see him on Sunday at his Father’s potluck”

You hear Joe recite the message verbatim for Gator. Although you can’t see it, you can imagine the look of disgust on his face and it makes you grin.

You spend Friday evening texting Jenson and telling him in detail what you’re going to do when you get back to your home on Sunday. He asks if you want to ‘skip straight to dessert’ and miss the potluck. You tell him you can’t because you’re planning to see a friend. You don’t tell him who it is.

***

You wear an outfit you know Gator will love on Sunday. It’s a pale green flouncy dress which pushes your tits up and looks amazing. Your hair is half up half down and your make up is dewy with a strawberry scented lip gloss brushed over your lips. You text Jenson and ask him to bring an extra coat for you to wear because you’ll be cold. He doesn’t ask why you don’t just wear your own.

Jenson tells you how beautiful you look on your doorstep and he hands you another bouquet. It’s white peonies and he says it nearly matches your outfit. As you laugh at him, you pull his face to yours to kiss him. He drives to the potluck in his truck and you listen to a country album he’s been telling you about. You haven’t brought a meal but Jenson’s mom has made some pasta salad so you’ll pass that off as your own. His hand stays on your upper thigh the entire ride.

The first person you see at the potluck is Glenda. She looks great, you have to admit. Her blonde hair is in a tight bun sitting at the nape of her neck. Her dress is long, black and covers her body. A diamond crucifix hangs around her neck and you know that Roy made his son buy that for her as a token of his love for her.

You and Glenda don’t get on. You know she doesn’t suspect anything about you and Gator; her mind wouldn’t even dare think about it. You’ve known her since high school and you could lie and say that the only reason you don’t like her is because you existed in different social groups. It isn’t because of that. It’s because Glenda is a truly and fundamentally awful person. You recognised in your younger years that she enjoyed making people miserable. Shaming people about their relationships to god and judging everyone from afar.

She smiles politely at Jenson as he puts his hand on your lower back. She tries not to scowl at you as you hand her the dish of pasta salad. You know she thinks you look like a slut, she’ll definitely run to her friends and tell them about how disgraceful it is that you’ve come into a church community looking like a whore. You smile harder when you think about how Gator has fucked you in his patrol car whilst you wore this dress.

Jenson goes to the grand table in the centre of the hall. As he’s pouring a cup of punch for both of you, he gets accosted by two of Glenda’s friends who take their time complimenting him all the while smirking at you. You feel a presence next to you, you cross your arms to push your tits higher as you turn around.

“Oh, hi Roy, didn’t hear you sneakin’ up on me”. Your grin to him is saccharine and he snarls in response.

“I don’t remember invitin’ you to this, for the church community only. A community you are not part of so it’s time to go”. His voice is gruff and as you go to respond; you see Gator.

You make eye contact across the hall. He looked stressed and then as soon as he saw you; it flickered to what you can only imagine is rage. Glenda is talking away at him and he’s not looking at her. His eyes are trailing up and down your body. He recognises the dress. Jenson obscures your view as he stands in front of you holding out a cup of punch. He wraps his arm around you and whispers lowly in your ear that he’s spiked both of your cups with liquor from his flask. You giggle back at him, get on your tiptoes and press a soft kiss to his jaw.

Although you think it would be hilarious, you want to avoid an interaction with you, Jenson, Glenda and Gator. At this point, you’re unsure if Gator’s heart could take it. Jenson gets pulled away by Glenda’s friends to help arrange the plates for the potluck dishes and of course he does it. He kisses you before he goes and as your lips touch; your eyes never leave Gator’s.

***

It takes twenty minutes for him to grab your wrist and pull you into an empty room. Everyone is too preoccupied with grabbing plates to notice you both leave.

“Real fuckin’ nice. Comin’ here dressed like a fuckin’ slut and can’t keep your fuckin’ hands off some shitty quarterback. You know what people think of you, right?” He’s in your face, the spit from his lips is hitting your mouth and cheeks. 

He’s so mad.

And, of course, you fucking love it.

“Surprisingly Gator, I don’t give a fuck what your fuckin’ church girl or asshole daddy think of me…I know what you think about me though”. You move in closer to him and he doesn’t try to back away. His eyes bore into yours and you can hear him try to steady his breath. You can imagine his heart thundering away in his chest. You rest your hands on his vest and slowly unzip it.

“You think I’m a good girl. You’ve said it before- remember? You’ve said it when you fucked me in your patrol car…”

Your fingers move to unbutton his shirt.

“You whispered it to me when Glenda was downstairs and you had me on my knees sucking your cock in your daddy’s bathroom…she had no idea we were in there did she?” You giggle lightly as you feel his heart rate thumping quickly under your fingers.

“And you definitely thought I was a good girl that time you fucked my ass in your bed. Remember? We used the handcuffs, I think you called it me a few times…yeah you definitely did. You said I was such a good fucking girl”.

His shirt is half unbuttoned and his chest is basically heaving under the strain of his rapid heartbeat. You can feel his hard dick pressing into you, you smile at him and take a step back.

“I gotta go though, Jenson is probably waiting for me. We’ll probably shoot off soon, he said- he said, ha, that we’d have dessert back at my place. Who knows? Maybe he’ll get lucky tonight…he probably thinks I’m a good girl too. Maybe I can be his good girl from now on”.

He storms past you, his shoulder barging into yours on his way past and for a second, you’re devastated. Maybe you pushed him too far? Are you going to have to wait another four weeks for him to cave.

But he doesn’t leave.

He just locks the door and pushes a table against it as quietly as he can.

***

He grabs your hips and pulls them towards him.

“You fuckin’ feel that right? You feel how fuckin’ hard you make me. I’ve had this since I fuckin’ left your place four weeks ago. I fuckin’ hate you…I’ve fuckin’ missed you”. You’re not sure you would classify it as a kiss, it’s more like he’s shoving his face against yours.

He runs his hand through your hair and grips it; the power of it forces you to open your mouth. You stick your tongue out and give him your best doe eyes. He smirks and nibbles your jaw. Hard but not hard enough to leave any kind of mark. You maintain eye contact as he spits in your mouth. He raises his eyebrows at you and you swallow without objection. He smirks as you open your mouth and stick your tongue back out.

He kisses your neck and bites it lightly as you fight the urge to run your hands through his hair (Heaven forbid you mess up his slicked back hair).

“Baby, we gotta be quick. They might come lookin’ for us” he mumbles against your neck.

You go to bend over the table pushed against the door but Gator stops you before you can flip your dress up to grant him access.

“No baby, I need to see you. Missed your fuckin’ face too much…wanna watch you get e’en prettier when I make you come” 

He kisses you hard as he pushes you down against the table. He gets on his knees in front of you like your pussy is a biblical experience. He kisses your clit through your lace underwear and gently nips it with his teeth. 

“Gator, we don’t have time to tease” you try your hardest not to moan outwardly as you speak. You can’t let him know how much he’s affecting you, even though how wet he’s making you has completely given it away. 

He rips your underwear off and pulls your tits out of your dress. He takes them between his hands and rolls your nipples with his thumb and forefinger. You can hear him mumbling under his breath but you can’t work out what he’s saying. He always gets transfixed with your boobs. 

He doesn’t warn you as he notches his cock into you. You’re wet enough that he slides in with one motion. He’s on your mouth before there’s a chance for a moan to slip out. He thrusts into you slow and deep, he nudges your g spot and your eyes roll back into your head as he slips his tongue into your mouth. 

The only sounds filling the room is the soft rhythmic creak of the wooden table, the steady thrusts of Gator’s cock into you and the stifled moans slipping into each others mouths. It’s all too much, the noises, Gator’s cock perfectly grazing your g spot, his tongue in your mouth and the thought that he’s doing this mere feet away from his daddy and girlfriend. Your orgasm hits you out of nowhere and as you squeeze his cock, Gator puts his hand over your mouth and shushes you but he doesn’t stop fucking you. Your eyes roll into the back of his head as you hear him curse above you. This is the most intense sex you’ve ever had with him. 

It is so worth the wait.

You know he’s getting close; he has obvious tells that you could recite perfectly. His left leg starts to twitch, his mouth slightly hangs open and his eyes glaze over. He also either gets sentimental or speaks like he’s in a shitty Brazzers porn video. This time it’s a mix of the two. 

“Take my fuckin’ come, you take it so fuckin’ good. It’s all yours- it’s all yours”. He thrusts hard inside you twice before he stills. He rests his forehead against yours and presses a soft kiss to your lips.  You allow yourself a few seconds to enjoy his tenderness. 

You readjust your dress as Gator moves the table away from the door. You slip on Jenson’s coat as you walk over to the locked door. 

“I meant what I said y’know…I’ve missed you”. Again, you’re back in the routine. You know it well and you can’t deny how much you enjoy it. He’s going to ask to fuck you tonight, he’ll promise that it’ll be special- that’s what he usually says. 

He moves to interlock his pinky finger with yours. 

“Get rid of Jenson and let me come round tonight. Tell him you’re sick or somethin’. I wanna…I mean… I gotta to make it up to you. I’ll tell Glenda that I picked up an extra shift. That gives us all night an’ we can take our time”. 

As you open your mouth to respond, you hear a knock on the door and Jenson’s voice calling out. 

“You in there hon? I think I’m gonna head out…really fancy dessert. Y’know, if you catch my drift”. 

*** 

You tell Jenson in the car that you’re not feeling well. He’s a good guy and offers to stay and look after you. When you say no, he asks for a coffee date later this week and you agree.

As you see his reverse out of your driveway; you text Gator that he can come round if he’s here in the next hour. 

He’s back in your bed in less than forty minutes.

[luvv4j4ybe11]

just a silly little thought but can i request the sully brothers each reacting to the reader having a bush? 👀 i never see this often written!

Tbh…tbh….i had to write this bc it was brewin in my head ever since i saw that you sent this in, nonnie😭

(Also, I’d just like to say that if this makes you uncomfortable just simply unfollow me/keep scrolling/wtv you need to do to not feel like that. What you read is NOT under my control. Just had to say that before I continue☺️💕)

Dividers by: @cafekitsune

Warnings: p in v, reader as a bush (duh), switch dynamics, degradation, praise, aged up! Neteyam, aged up! Lo’ak, cum play, mentions of impregnation, cunnilingus, and I think that’s it. Enjoy, babies<3 (btw this isn’t proofread, so if there’s errors I apologize!)

- Neteyam wouldn’t care at all, if anything he finds it more attractive than when you don’t shave

- will purposely eat you out for hoursss because the feeling of your thighs + the little curly hairs rubbing against his face drives him crazy

- also is soo notorious for insisting to cum inside of you/cum directly onto your pussy, because he just loves the mess it makes. The sight of his and your own cum covering your tired cunt and thighs makes him wanna breed you untill it takes. (RAHH NETEYAM WITH A BREEDING KINK😩)

- loves to cup your pussy in his big ass hand, and he’ll slowly slide a finger inside of you while he shushes and coos a mixture of praises and degradation. Especially if you try to push away from him because of embarrassment of the little patch of hairs you have adorning your precious cunt.

“Awh, babygirl, why are you gettin all shy now? You were too shy when you were begging for me to cum inside of you, like the little slut you are...or when you see begging for me to stretch your tiny pussy out with my cock…you know there’s no need to feel embarrassed around me, babygirl. I love you endlessly.”

- also is so obsessed with how much your natural scent is increased when you don’t shave, so whenever he eats you out he’s always in a trance because of it. He won’t stop untill you physically cannot anymore(but even then he’ll pry another one out of u☺️)

- will purposely fuck you in missionary because he loves watching the strings of the both of your juices sticking to his lower abdomen that connect to your pussy. It’s just more fuel for him to breed you.

- regardless tho, he loves you and your body (+more) unconditionally and will support anything you choose to do with it<3

- now, Lo’ak, is a frl menace when it comes to this (but what else is new😭)

- mf will deadass tell you not to shave bc he finds your bush so attractive

- and if you do he’ll be so pissy about it😭one time you did he didn’t talk to you for 2 days bc he was so mad, (and you made fun of him for it once he finally came back bc he was acting like a child😭)

- whenever you’re feeling insecure about it/your body in general he’ll be stuck to your side all day, never leaving your body untouched and never leaving your mind with a doubt. He’ll be stuck between your legs for hours while telling you how beautiful you are and how pretty your body is.

- also js is such a munch in general, he’ll always beg to taste you before he leaves your side. And when he actually gets to it, babyboy gets so needy and whiney:( poor boy is slurping and sucking at your over sensitive clit while his cock is twitching and drooling with precum, so much that it leaves a little puddle on the floor:(

- and if you tug his hair whenever he hits your sweet spot, the neediest whine will come from him. It startled you at first, but when you looked down at him you were met with the most pathetic little face ever, his ears were pinned to his skull, face completely covered in your slick, lips all puffy, eyes all lust hazed and needy, and let’s not forget how much his tail would be swaying and wrapping around any body part of yours it can grab. He’s like an excited little puppy when it comes to going down on you, he can’t help it:(

- a bonus if you hit him with the hair tug + praise combo(and if you wrap your thighs around his head extra tight☺️) bc he’ll be complete putty in your hands. All kinda of desperate whines and moans will come from him as he makes you cum for the 5th time that night.

- he gets so whiney too, he’ll constantly beg you for “just one more” when you know you’re too overstimulated

“I know you can give me one more, mama. You don’t even have to do anything, I’ll do all the work, ok? Please just gimme one more…please, mama?”

- also will purposely fuck you in mating press/missnonary because he loves how your slick will stick to his v line and connects him back to your cunt

- when you two are done and you’re both ready to go to sleep, he always ends up fucking your thighs lightly, and always makes sure to rub between your folds with his length js so he can tease you and bc of the feeling of the little curly hairs rubbing against his tip makes him dizzy with pleasure

- besides all of that tho, he loves you no matter what, and whatever you choose to do with your body he’ll support ( just give him two days)

A/N~ I almost wasn’t even gonna post this bc I lost the whole fucking thing the first time, but I did it!! Tbh it was nice to write smth that wasn’t the fics I’ve been working on, so ty nonnie for sending this in!! And I hope this is everything you hoped and dreamed for😭 bc I kinda felt like I was talking out my ass the whole time. ANYWAY! stay safe, and stay hydrated, love you babies<3

Duces🫶🏽,

luvv4j4ybe11

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[mommycitas]

hiii could i pls request negan x reader where the reader is sick and brings negan food in his cell bc it was her job and she starts to fight blacking out. maybe collapses right by his door and he reaches for the keys and gets out to help her. reader being concerned he’ll get in trouble bc he runs up the stairs to get someone’s attention maybe coming straight back to you. stuttering a “i’m scared” and holding out your hand. negan just being like r u sure and he holds it

A/N; thank you for the req!!! I love this idea so much and I hope you love what I wrote!!! And for the sickness I just gave reader like a flu/parasite typa thing but if you wanted something else lmk!!!

summary; Even when you are sick, you still have a job you have to do. When your body shuts down on itself, you get to see a sweet side of Alexandrias prisoner.

pairing; Negan x sick!fem!reader

Pronouns/Name; She/Her , Y/N

Warning; swearing, being sick, throwing up, mentions of death, feeling like dying. NOT PROOF READ !!

Word count; 786

You shift in bed, covered in a hot coating of sweat and having a pounding headache. Sitting up you already regret ever being born. You couldn’t handle being sick and here you were, a mess that felt like death. But still, you had your dumb ass job. Being able to live in Alexandria was great and all but for fucks sake, why couldn’t someone else feed fucking Negan when you were in bed practically throwing your guts up? Feeding Negan wasn’t much to do but it was 90 degrees out under the blaring sun and doing all that walking wasn’t really your idea of a good day. But then again, Michonne said you have too because you’re the only person that can stand being around him. You put on your comfiest summer clothes and walk to the pantry.

Most of the time, someone had already prepared his lunch for you. Everyone felt bad you had to deliver all his meals to him but you really didn't mind him. You felt like one of these days you'd be able to see the sweet side of him. You make it to the pantry and find a meal fit for a prisoner inside. You sigh to yourself spinning on your heels and making your way to his cell. You look up at the sun and can’t help but already feel exhausted and ready to go back to bed. Tiny black dots sprinkle your vision as you walk down the steps to the holding room. Fumbling your keys and opening the door you’re welcomed with a warm smile from Negan. "Hey doll, how are ya?" He gleefully asks "Oh, you know" you shrug off. You stumble over to the cell he's locked in and grab out your keys once again. "How are you today Negan?" you slur while inserting the key, but he gives you a strange look. You feel a wave of heat wash over you before you drop the tray.

The sound of the metal clanging on the concrete floor rings in your ears as your vision goes blurry. Your legs start to give up as you topple over. Looking up at Negan through the black spots in your vision. You watch carefully as he reaches through the bars and opens his cell and runs out. "Shit!" you thought "he's gonna get his shit kicked, he's gonna get in so much trouble, and it's all my fault." you feel an abundance of saliva in your mouth as you try and sit up, throwing up all over yourself. Laying in a puddle of your own spit, throw up, and blood. It feels like you've been left for dead, you can barely even sit up, how are you supposed to get help? How were you supposed to know that a simple sickness would be the cause of your death?

You turned over to look at the entrance and saw Negan running down the stairs and kneeling next to you. "Sorry for leaving you, doll. I had to get someone to help." you smile slightly at him before coughing yet again. "Negan" you stutter and slur "I'm so scared." reaching your hand out to his "Am I dying?" he stares at you blankly, hesitating for what seems like years "No, no you're not dying Y/N. You'll be alright." grabbing your hand intertwined in his. Michonne and Siddiq run down the stairs and lift you up, caring you to the infirmary. Negan never letting go off your hand once as you passed out.

You open your eyes and see you are in the infirmary, laying on a pitiful cot. Siddiq is right next to you, replacing your iv bag. "Oh good, you're finally awake!" He proclaims once he notices you. "You had a real nasty bug, thankfully nothing too serious." You smile and nod "Thank you Siddiq" No longer slurring or stuttering "Where's Negan?" he gives you a weird look before pointing to a corner of the room. As you sit up and turn your head you see Negan, blissfully sleeping in an arm chair. "He's been here since you got here, he refused to leave your side." "How long was I out for?" looking back at Siddiq. He shrugs "A day or two maybe"

You look back at Negan and realize you finally were able to see the sweet side of him. You watch as he slowly opens his eyes and notices you're awake. "Doll, you're up!" he practically jumps over to you, embracing you in a warm hug. "I was so worried you wouldn't wake up." You softly smile into his neck and wrap your arms around him. You were thankful for the man who was a monster in all your friends eyes.

[angelgoeslewd]

Hi Angel, could i request Wren and Landry seeing a very pregnant PC and maybe the water break when there with them? So for Wren when they play card or something like and Landry maybe at the pub or somewhere else i don't mind thank you have a great day/night!

finally got around to posting this 💕 currently dealing with admissions rn which SUCKS bleh

also gonna take the liberty here to make pc pregnant w their kid bc why not 😎👉👉 if u want just a rando pregnancy lmk!!

⚠️ warnings: heavy pregnancy talk: water breaking, stressful births, etc. mentions of harper being less than savory to pregnant people, reader is able to give birth, possessiveness, breeding kink/baby trapping.

Wren:

if you hid it from him

if you actually managed to hide your pregnancy up to this point from this man, color him impressed. his whole job is being in the know. most of that info is directed towards Remy’s profitability but ya know, never hurts to have a few aces up your sleeves. and he has. so many.

night started off simple enough, a game of cards with his puppy playing across from him; you’ve gotten good after all these times, your bluffs have been harder to read, even harder when you wear the collar he had gotten made for you

its when you stop bluffing and throwing back your sharp wit that he both loves and despises when he looks up. in fact, you’ve stopped doing everything. you’re completely still. not a response he’s seen from you. and it worries him.

“you ok, pup?”

you give a little shake of your head, and then drop your cards to the table. your hands shoot to your abdomen, breath heavy, placing your forehead on the cool wood table. Wren is at your side in an instant, hands wandering over you, looking for wounds. it’s too much, the pain, the sensation of warmth moving across your body, and you push them away weakly.

when he doesn’t find any, his mind immediately goes to the worst. he pulls his gun on his men, wondering which one decided to poison the wrong person.

he’s not supposed to care about you this much. you’re just a body in his bed. he needs his gang, he knows this. he needs them to trust him, needs them to be ready to lay down their lives for him. but he does cares about you. too much about you. you, his puppy. the one he’s trained so perfectly, invested so much time in. and he wont let this transgression go.

“no… wren,” you call, trying your hardest to uncurl yourself and grab at his arm. he pulls his gun up and away from you, easily moving it out of your reach. but you manage to will yourself out of the chair. when it happens.

you hear a snap, and your body reacts, looking up to Wren, his perfectly trained puppy, thinking he had snapped his fingers for your attention, but one hand is holding the gun and the other is at his side, so you’re confused — when your feel your thighs dampen. you’ve already lost your bottoms in the first round, so you can feel all the wetness that runs down your leg and suddenly, you put it together.

he does too, seeing the puddle on the floor. his gun is instantly away, holding you as your struggle to stay on your feet while the contractions get worse.

“puppy… you been keepin’ secrets?” you nod, pitifully. the look on your face is almost literally the definition of a kicked wet dog, and Wren is amused at how well you play your part.

it’s the next words out of your mouth that makes him stop. you can’t manage many words through the contractions, but you manage to get out, “yours…”

“Everyone get the fuck out,” He spits, still unmoving, eyes trained on you. His men, who have been watching the entire time, almost in shock at how quickly so much has happened, are out the door in less then 3 seconds. They all know that voice. They’re all convinced they won’t be seeing you anymore, and honestly, so are you. and you shut your eyes tight, wondering if he’d at least take the baby to somewhere better then Bailey’s orphanage after you’ve been taken care of.

but instead, there’s a firm, gentle hand on your back, and you open your eyes to met wren’s. he’s so close to you, inches away. you can feel his breath on your face as he assesses the situation. “i’ll take care of you, darlin’. don’t worry.”

no time for prep. no time for anything. much to his displeasure, he has to get you to the hospital. he picks you up easily, trying to be as gentle as he can, barging out of the cottage and telling his men to start the car.

he spends the entire hospital visit watching harper with eyes like a wren hawk. has a HUGE, completely out of character outburst when harper has to actually touch you to help you give birth. takes the baby away from him as soon as possible.

visiting hours do not apply to him. if they kick him out, he’s just going to break back in so…

if you didn’t hide it from him

a pregnant partner is almost like a status symbol to him. when you tell him, he’s over the moon. doesn’t show it, simply nods and says, “ok.”

but your whole existence to him changes. you aren’t just a fun bedmate. you’re his show dog, his prized pooch. wants you to wear tight shirts, show off that belly he’s blessed you with. show off his fertility, show off how safe he can keep you in this horrible place.

this sometimes means you come with him on ‘tasks.’

dangerous? yes. but don’t worry. you have your own team of bodyguards, people wren has known the longest and trusts the most, who would die for him, to protect you. they’d take a bullet for you. it’s an intimidation tactic. even bailey would raise an eyebrow at wren’s shameless flaunt of power. but wren isn’t bothering him or his business so he doesn’t care too much.

in fact, bailey might use it as leverage. but that’s another story.

in private, he gets touchy. super touchy. lots of pregnancy sex. he always has an arm around you or hand on you. you go where he does.

when your water breaks, he’s right there. holding you, breathing with you through contractions. would prefer a home birth, honestly, with a member of his, recently hired, who has midwife experience. he doesn’t really like the hospital. or harper. especially harper.

he’s probably been preparing for this day and will refuse any jobs from Remy for the two weeks leading up to your due date. much to his displeasure. has made his team practice drills for this, so they jump into action when it happens.

he’s the one holding your hand, if you want a water birth, he’ll get in with you, reminding you how strong you are to have carried his babes for so long, he doesn’t care about the blood or anything else. as long as the baby and you are healthy. he’s seen and be through a lot of shit, birth doesn’t scare him off.

Landry

if you hid it from him

like wren, it is VERY hard to hide anything from this man, because you not only have to hide it from him, you have to hide it from the whole town. one drunk idiot with a loose tongue will have Landry at Bailey’s doorstep, demanding to speak to you about those rumors.

so if you actually managed it, congratulations! You might have a shot at working at Landry’s bar!

of course, he’ll very upset if he knows you’ve accepted drinks while pregnant. please don’t do that to this man. yes, he’s a shady asshole but he’s less of an asshole then anyone else in this town.

but when your water breaks? at his bar? he shuts down. Landry is not a doer. see, he takes pride in being able to avoid any doing and being able to sit comfortably on his wealth like a dragon. he will be practically on the verge of passing out. his hands will be shaking. but he’ll eventually get you in his car and to the hospital.

he adores you l, but, uh. this isn’t his forte. he’s ready to bolt when you’re in (semi) safe hands.

he doesn’t even put two and two together until you’re grabbing his hand, asking him, strained as you lay in the hospital bed, if he wants to stay and see his baby.

ok. Landry has officially shut down now. what.

oh. oh. it’s been a while, but he has a pretty good memory. you mean that one time when you sucked him off behind the bar all night and when he finally closed up and did you on the counter and he — oh.

or maybe it was that other time, when you surprised him in his bed, he was so turned on by the way you were able to get in without tipping him off that he — mhm. could’ve been that time.

it takes him a while to boot back up, but when he does, he’s still not fully out of shock. he just nods dumbly and follows your bed to the delivery room. he does hold your hand the whole time and cuts the cord though so ❤️. big love to Landry to being the only decent father besides Robin.

oh my god. he doesn’t think anything could be as cute as holding the new little infant in his arms. it’s adorable. and he’s honestly in love with how utterly perfect it is. its cute little nose.

he is 100% knocking you up again. give this bachelor a taste of domestic life and he’s going to keep you there.

if you didn’t hide it from him

honestly, not much changes besides Landry is a little bit more prepared for the birth.

he blacks out for about 5 minutes when you tell him. you’re sitting in front of him, at a table in his bar, long before it opens, waving your hand in front of his face worriedly when he comes to. “we’re… having a baby. a baby.” probably repeats this for another 5 minutes. it is honestly so concerning to you, but considering what this town is like, you don’t expect him to stick around. but eventually, when you’re turning to leave, he grabs your wrist, a determined look coming over his face, and he promises you that he will be the best dad he can be.

orphanage? haha sorry Bailey. PC is getting kidnapped moved to Landry’s room above the bar. he probably sells him a share of his bar in return. worth it though. he will absolutely not take no for an answer. you’re in his sight morning and night. he will drive you to school and pick you up. he makes sure you take your vitamins and eat good meals.

honestly, probably the best option to get knocked up by, despite him being a helicopter mom. man’s been a bachelor for so long that settling down actually seems… nice.

as long as you’re able to turn a blind eye to his actual source of income and ready to be under scrutiny of cops and always surrounded by shady people. 🤷‍♀️ if you don’t feel safe, he’ll do his best to make sure you do. security systems, an actual house, whatever you need.

remember that hoard I was talking about earlier? oh yeah, this dude’s got a bit of cash he can burn. skullduggery is the easiest source of high income in the game, he’s where all the money is flowing to.

he never mentions your pregnancy to anyone and probably won’t. it’s too risky in his line of work. keeps you separated from his work. and if you were selling him stolen goods before? well, that’s gotta stop. will refuse anything you bring him and demand you quit putting yourself in unnecessary danger. will lock you in his room if you don’t.

packs your hospital bags months before your due date. he’s so nervous. he uncharacteristically messes up orders and drops glasses when he’s working and the thought pops into his head. blames it on nicotine.

speaking of. chain smokes. not in the house or near you, but he does to calm himself down over the whole ordeal. needs it to stay sane. when he gets too worked up, you tell him to go have one to chill out.

wren and mickey absolutely find out and make fun of him.

when your water breaks, it’s during bar hours, of course. he won’t let you downstairs when it’s working hours so you have to call him to tell him. tells everyone to get the fuck out and considering how worked up he is, they do without any complaint.

carries you, literally bridal style, to his car.

again, an absolute wreck at the hospital. paces. won’t leave you to smoke though, you half wish he did, however, because he’s somewhat of a pain. jumping at every sound of pain you make, demanding Harper around, you can tell even Harper is annoyed.

but when it’s all done and over with, you have to almost pry the baby from his arms. tries to bottle feed it, but doesn’t get how to do it right. at least he’s trying.

hope you’re ready to be pregnant 24/7. he’s addicted :).

loves watching you breastfeed, if it's possible for you to do so.

[shebeafancyflapjack]

Inner Demons (Part 4)

Ft mention of @idiotwithanipad 's ocs Pin and Pek.

7,964 BC (close enuff, if maff right)...

With the sun at its highest peak for the year, it was a time for celebration among the small group of early humans. Inside a vast cave, on land which would one day be lost beneath the rising tides of the North Sea, there was laughter. The laughter of children, playfighting with the dolls constructed of twigs and herbs, or just outright scrapping harmlessly, as well as the laughter of their parents, most of which who had drank far too much puddle water.

They had spent the longest day and a little of the evening outside, performing rituals and playing games and competitions, all in honour of their solar deity. Unexpected rain had forced them to seek shelter sooner than expected, but they wouldn't allow that to ruin the party mood.

Now the hour was getting late and mothers began the seemingly impossible task of trying to calm the children to get them ready for bed.

As expected, this was met with objections and whines, the little ones far too hyper from such an exciting day. Their kind lived a harsh and brutal existence, they relished what sacred days they could to put down their spears and crafting tools to rest and play.

"No! No sleep!" One boy of four Winters tugged against his mother's grip.

"Sunne has gone to sleep, so you must to." She tried to coax him, to no avail.

The young mother's cousin chimed in, for her nieces and nephews as well as her own brood.

"If no sleep, you wake late tomorrow, miss out on morning berries."

"Hate morning berries. Yuck! Me wake in time for stag!" An older boy replied, defiantly.

"Hehe, that good i-deer!" His father chuckled, appearing to ruffle the little lad's hair that was nearly identical to his own.

The women scowled at the man who had sired children from both of them; "Rogh no help! As usual!" His sister grunted.

"Ey, why you think Rogh here? Could be playing darts with rest!" The man pointed across the cave to where others were trying to aim broken spear heads at the painted target on the wall. "Got winning streak to keep."

"Then go if Rogh no help! Big idiot."

But the children were already flocking around the man's legs. There were nearly twenty of them now, not counting the babies already asleep in their mammoth pounches. It was difficult to be sure how many were his, but given how...popular he was with their mothers, it was highly likely he was the father of most if not all. And if there was any uncertainty, it didn't seem to make any difference in how he looked at them all.

Rogh's eyes shone as the little ones attempted to climb him like a great man tree. His legs buckled under the weight of six of them and he fell to the floor, happily letting them swarm him, poking and tickling him with their tiny fingers.

"Aba tell story!" The oldest girl with eyes as blue as his own piped.

"Yes, story! Story!" The rest of the kids chorused in agreement.

Their mothers all shared weary looks.

"If Aba tell one story, you all go sleep, yes?"

"Yes! Yes!" They all readily agreed, hopping with excitement.

Anything for a break. The women threw up their hands and began to walk towards the darts match.

"They all yours, idiot!" Rogh's sister smirked, giving his head a prod as she passed.

"Ehh, no big deal. Me good storyteller." He defended, winking at his kids; "Got good one for Midsummer night."

"Make it educational!" One of the elders ordered from afar.

There was a collective groan among Rogh and the children. Elders had to be obeyed.

Fine. He could still make it fun.

Rogh pried off the fingers of the little ones who were clinging to him and plopped them down on the floor in front of his 'teachers board'. Or rather, the east wall of the cave.

"Okay. Who can tell Aba Rogh what is most important thing for tribe?" He asked, exuding a rare show of authority.

A brief murmur buzzed around the gathered children until a few put their hands up.

"Family!" One girl, Jin, spoke.

"Spear!" Said a boy, Bon Bon.

"Bum!" Another boy, Pek, chimed.

The rest all fell into agreement at that one; "Bum! Bum! Bum!"

"Ahh, very close. But think." Rogh said, tapping his temple; "Bum no good to eat if not cooked. Spear no good if no light to see beasts. Family die in cold without..."

"Fire!" Most of them said at once.

"Very good! All so clever!" He praised them, feeling a surge of pride. He picked up some red chalk and began to draw flames, "So, we got fire. And what we have before fire? What we give thanks to today on special day?"

"Sunne! Sunne!"

Rogh nodded and drew a crude circle beside the fire, surrounded by tiny triangles.

"And when Sunne go to sleep, what wake up to give good light?"

"Moonah!" A girl with a fox pelt over her head bounced and squealed.

"Well done, Kya." Rogh drew another orb beside the sun; "So, three most important things for tribe. Fire. Sunne. Moonah. Fire help us cook meat and live through winter. Sunne and Moonah grant us sight....But. There is secret Aba share with you this night." He gave his brood a serious look, lowering his voice; "Secret reason why we give thanks to these three."

"What that, Aba?" His oldest blood daughter, Pin, asked.

"Well....you see...." He shook his head; "No, no, on second thought, best not to tell you. Too scary."

"No, tell us! Tell us! Aba!" They all begged, every single child already intrigued and desperate to know this secret.

Rogh feigned a heavy sigh, making a show of being emotionally manipulated into continuing.

"Well. There is legend. Told to me by mother's father. And he told by his father's father, going way back...Back before tribe know how to make fire. Back in Dark Age."

Little Kya shuffled closer to her sister Pin's side. The childrens eyes were wide with curiosity, despite the growing unease as Rogh's voice became more foreboding.

"It bad time. Scary time. Big dust cover Sunne and Moonah. Winter last for long time. Everything cold, even food. Meat all slimey and stringy. Big cats with magic eyes that see in darkness creep up and snatch away with claws - ROAR!" He made a show of leaping at them, teeth bared, hands curled like claws. The kids whimpered and huddled close to each other, but they continued to listen; "But that not most scary thing...."

A ripple of confused mumbles and tiny frowns. What could be worse than living a life in near total darkness, always cold, having to eat raw meat while hiding from beasts? Even the bravest of children seemed afraid to ask.

Rogh turned back to the wall, sketching something quickly, then turned to face them again, concealing the image with his back.

"There is monster that thrives in darkness. Monster that no hunger for blood or meat. This monster eat...fear." He told them, "It want world to be dark and scary, so that tribe always afraid. Vulnerable. Weak. It wait in shadows...in darkest corner of deepest caves where old tribes die...It is fast. Like spider that wait on wall, still and patient, then WOOSH!"

Another jump and more squeals. Pin wrapped her arms around the trembling Kya. Pek and his adoptive brother Sol gripped each other's hands.

"It faster than big cat. Its claws sharper than bear. Some say it even have venom that, once prick skin, make still as stone! No running! No escape!" He pointed a finger in one boy, Ruk's paling face, "You in its web now. Not real web but...invisible like web."

"W...What it do?" Ruk dared to ask, "Kill me?"

"Kill? Oh no, no, no....Worse."

The kids gasped.

A truly savage grin spread over Rogh's face; "It no want you dead. It want you to live. Live forever in Dark. Live forever in fear. That what it feed off. Especially when you sleep. It pounce like big black wolf. It hold you down....and feast on screams! AAAAAH!"

Following their father's cue, they all screamed, loud enough that the adults enjoying the darts game were no pausing to look over, some intrigued, a few annoyed their game was interrupted.

Rogh caught their gazes and cleared his throat.

"But, calm, calm now....Remember, this many, many Moonahs ago. We have Three Gifts now." He pointed to the drawings of fire, sun and the moon. "They not just good for seeing and warmth and make bum taste good and river water clean. They keep monsters away. That their weakness, see? Light against dark, light always win."

A shared sigh of relief swept across the cluster of children.

"Remember this story when giving thanks to Sunne and Moonah. If we no please them, dust may come to cover sky once more...." He warned.

"B-but...we have fire now, Aba?" Asked Sol.

"Hmm. True. But must not rely too much on Fire. Too much fire dangerous. And knowledge of fire can be lost if you no listen to elders." He looked over to the old woman who had ordered him to turn this into a lecture. She nodded, her heavily lined face smiling with approval.

Kya stuck her hand up.

"Has Aba ever seen monster?" She asked.

All eyes fell back upon him.

Rogh tapped his chin and paused for a rather long time, a master at building suspense.

"No think so...Except." his brow furrowned; "There was one time, when Aba very small, remember big cold swept across land. Lot of snow. Big fun in day but at night...My father struggle to make fire. Too wet and cold. Not enough tinder. Mama wrap us up in many pelts but it get big dark...And then, one night, me wake up before rest of tribe....Me not able to move. Me not able to speak. But I see, in cave opening....Something creeping towards. Moonah light faint outside. Just see shape....Tall. Skinny. Big claw. Big teeth. It take one step toward me....then another...."

Rogh mimicked the creature's movements, towering over the terrified group of children.

"It put ugly face up close....and it whisper one word...." He paused again, then barked; "MINE!"

Leaping to the side, he revealed the sketch of the monster he had discreetly drawn earlier, matching his description. A hideous creature of elongated limbs and pointed teeth.

The children screamed their lungs out and scattered, running to find their mothers, or some to the arms of other men they called 'Aba'.

Rogh doubled over in laughter, ignoring the glowering looks he was receiving from the other parents in the tribe as their children wailed in distress, a few of them declaring they would never sleep again.

"Now look what you done!" His sister growled, shoving him in the chest before scooping up a sobbing Kya into her arms.

"What?! Me did as asked!" He chuckled, but even the elderly woman was now shaking her head at him.

Pin tugged at his fur. She seemed to have been the first to calm down, pale as she still was.

"That true story, Aba?"

He picked her up; "Little bit. Did see skinny, ugly monster...But it no demon. It just your Uncle Shul sleepwalking. Should have mentioned that, maybe."

His daughter gave him a playful swat before wrapping her arms around his neck. He supposed he should actually help in settling them into bed now, or else the women would refuse to make more babies with him.

What he wouldn't tell them was that it wasn't Shul who had been known to sleepwalk as a child. It was him.

Rogh glanced back at the image he'd drawn on the wall. Just a silly story. A big bad dream.

The elder was still watching him. But she said nothing. He met her eyes briefly, seeing the wisdom of ages past, briefly glimpsing the truth behind the myths. The shadows of their tribes past. Why was it so important to pass this story on unless there was some truth to it?

Rogh grunted, shaking off that twinge of fear. He rubbed his daughter's back and carried her to the mound of pelts, ready to tuck her in and get back to more fun with the adults. Even if there were monsters around, not a single one would get near his babies. That much he was certain.

Centuries upon centuries later, Robin found himself repeating the story to another youth. This time with much less dramatic flare. She was already scared enough. And with good reason.

Silver sat cross-legged on what had once been his and Mary's bed in their rather musky room in the West Wing. It remained as one of the least popular suites and was often empty, which came in rather handy today. She watched as Robin had stood before the window, the curtains closed, and told her the ancient legend of the Shadow Creatures. Or Fear Demons.

His people hadn't given them a name, partly out of fear of the name giving them power. Or making them seem more real.

"That's it?" She asked.

Robin nodded; "Hmm. Tough crowd. Trust me, that story did so well with ages three to nine."

She shifted awkwardly on the dusty bedsheets.

"So your people had a legend about monsters that lived in darkness and fed off fear...And they looked like...me?" She asked.

"Well. Not same fashion sense or crazy hair, but..."

His eyes focused on her headscarf.

"Oh..."

Finally, he understood why she was wearing it. Silver felt relieved she wouldn't need to show him. Instead, she scooped out a clump of black and pink hairs from her pocket and showed him in her growing claws.

Robin clicked his tongue; "That not good."

"There was nothing in your legends about....people turning into...those things?" She asked, trembling.

He took a moment to think.

"Ehh...There were stories of people being snatched away....Not sure if connected. Fear of babies being stolen meant more monsters come feed..."

Silver gulped; "You think they might have been taken by those creatures and...transformed? Like what's happening to me?"

As her voice broke, Robin rushed to sit at her side.

"We no know that what happening..." He tried to comfort her, wanting to put an arm around her but she shuffled away.

Silver's face creased; "What else could it be? The thing I saw in my nightmares...It had these same hands. It...It hunted for people having bad dreams like...Like what I did last night."

"But you no eat. You stop."

"Because he woke up. His parents woke up and turned on the lights. But he looked at me..." She hugged her knees to her chest as she recalled those frightened, innocent eyes; "He said he saw a monster..."

Robin hummed, glancing out the north facing window. Very little sunlight entered here, even when the curtains were open.

"You say you no go outside under full Moonah last night?'

She shook her head.

"No...I...I said goodnight to Amy and then....I just stayed inside, wandering the halls. I haven't left the house since we came inside yesterday evening."

The caveman let out a moan of enlightenment as a bulb seemed to flicker in the sconce on the wall.

"Me get idea." He smiled, taking her hand. "Come."

Silver sniffed, rubbing her nose; "W-where are we going?"

"Where you think? Into the light."

[coldercreation]

I just finished reading the second Liam chapter and aaaaaaaaa just screaming. It’s perfect!! Both chapters are so well written, so full of love it kinda hurts hahaha

From the first part, idk I loved it when you mentioned about Lit past together since very young. Like, I knew that bit of their story bc I read it here in one post but reading it in the actual story felt like it was even more real, y’know? To read about Liam’s concerns about his career, Kit’s unconditional support since always…I can’t explain why I loved it so much but yeah haha feels like being closer to the boys <3

And yes, we are not lying when we tell you that that first part was soooo good. You found a well balance and projected very well the idea that Liam was confused and concerned.

And this second part goshhh i cannot <3333 i’m so weak with pet names (pretty sure I have said that before…) and praise likeee i read it and i feel like melting haha you can imagine after that second (third?) chapter im nothing but a puddle on the floor hskdjfdk apart from that, it’s great to see Liam and Kit finding themselves more settled with their instincts now :’)

I’m so excited to get into Kit’s thoughts and Izzy and Nat participation in this whole situation.

Sorry I wrote so much haha. But yeah, thank you for everything as always!! 💗💗

(P.S. you are definitely spoiling us with 3 chapters in like 4 days!! Not complaining tho…)

Ahhh thank you so much for sharing your thoughts on the chapters!! I love hearing all about it so no such thing as writing too much (also, have you seen me and how much I write?? lmaoo) Such a lovely message, thank you so much<3

And yesss I’m so happy to finally have more of Lit’s background in the actual story, about the daymn time! Their dynamics in general are just so fascinating for me to mess with, and it’s fun to figure out how they shift over time in relation to how they grow and things change etc. Like, before Nat, Liam was the youngest and the most ‘babiest’ of them, so all their dynamics adjusted a little with Nat coming in. But like in this sad!kitty one, as much as it was for Kit's benefit this time around, Liam also still needs the moments where he gets to be a whole baby with Kit :( (when they’re not too busy being dude-bros to trigger Izzy & tease Nat lol)

Thehehe I hope you enjoyed the rest of the story as well! I’m afraid Kit had literally like 0 thoughts by the last chapter, but hims a cutie and he was going through it, so we shall give him a break :’) 

Thank you for the sweet message again, I really enjoyed hearing your thoughts on the chapters! xx

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→ How was he, a virgin, supposed to casually take his best friend’s virginity when he was so terribly, irrevocably smitten with said best friend?  GENRE eventual smut, minor angst WARNINGS mentions of porn, mentions of sex, mentions of dicks, just jk having dumb thoughts tbh  OTHER volleyball player jk, student council pres oc, childhood friends to lovers, besties to lovers, realization of crushes, there is one (1) cheek kiss 😐 RATING m (18+) WC 1.3k

NOTES (!) i did a follow up!!! this is rlly easy bc its like. dumb. the storyline is p simple so its become therapeutic 😐 anywayyy lemme know what u think !!

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The first step to initiating sex is a kiss— right?

Jungkook doesn’t even know anymore. All the porns he’s seen start at weird points in the progression, the first kiss somewhere between when the clothing comes off and when the penis holder shoves their cock in. Did he kiss you now, or was he supposed to wait?

That is, can Jungkook even muster the balls to kiss you? 

He doesn’t know, and when he sits up in front of you, knees against yours, does he come to a new shocking realization: the two of you have never kissed. For as long as Jungkook has known you, there has never been a kiss shared between you two. Not a single experimental phase, surprise mistletoe, not even a dare. Jungkook and you have never kissed, so it only makes sense that the idea of kissing right now has him pausing before he can even try. 

“Uh,” he says, all his years of grammar classes running down the drain when you sit up perkily, a gleam of excitement in your eye. “Tomorrow,” Jungkook chokes out, hurriedly bouncing off your bed before you can even process his words. 

By the time you’ve gotten up, he’s standing at the door with his bag slung over one shoulder, foot shoved into his shoe. “You’re leaving?” you ask, and scare the living daylights out of Jungkook when you suddenly reach for the sleeve of his shirt, successfully halting his hasty departure with one gentle tug alone. 

Jungkook’s face feels like it’ll burn up at this rate, and his brain screams at him to stop being so weird. You were his best friend, for goodness sake, something like this was bound to happen at some point or another. Right? His heart thunders in his chest, and when your eyes soften for the briefest moment, warm and familiar again, Jungkook relaxes. 

“I have practice,” he says casually, tugging the strap of his bag further over his shoulder. Inside, his shoes are shuffled around with his water bottle and practice clothes. “We need more than an hour to do that kind of stuff,” he jokes, but Jungkook isn’t even sure if what he’s saying is true. When that girl had jacked him off at that party—you know, the party—he can’t remember it lasting more than fifteen minutes. To be fair, it had been the first time someone had ever touched him, so maybe it was just because of his inexperience. 

And that brings him back to the same dilemma: how on earth is he supposed to rock your world when he’s never even had sex before?

Before Jungkook can dissolve into a self-induced puddle of panic, you’re letting him go. “Okay,” you say, always so sweet and understanding. You had to be if you were the president of the whatever-council (he’s pretty sure it’s the student council). It should be Jungkook who is this composed, not you. It should be Jungkook who leans forward, presses his lips against your cheek— not you! 

But as it stands, it is you who leans forward, soft lips pressed flush against his cheek, only an inch away from his lips. Your proximity has the overwhelming scent of, well, you fanning over him; fabric softener, lotion, perfume, all of it. “Oh,” Jungkook says, sounding like a total dweeb. The departure of your lips from his skin produces a soft smooching sound, straight from the movies, and Jungkook’s heart lodges itself into his throat when you meet his gaze with a sweet smile. 

And then the door is falling shut and Jungkook is bolting down the hallway, through the campus, and into the gym. He looks and feels insane, the emptiness of the gymnasium a blatant reminder that he was in fact a little too early. Serves him right for chickening out. But a second longer in your presence and he’s almost certain he would have died from heart complications. 

It’s only when he stares out over the gymnasium floor, devoid of any human life, that the gravity of his actions truly hit him. And they hit him hard. Like a city bus skidding across an icy road towards an intersection, Jungkook is suddenly hit full force with the stark realization that he has just prepositioned his friend of nearly fifteen years for sex. While being a virgin. 

“God,” he groans, throwing his bag against the nearest wall. It hits it with a dull thud, sliding down to the floor sadly. Jungkook follows. 

It would be nice to have some common sense every once in a while, to actually use the brain lodged up in his head. Why on earth had he thought offering himself up for sex to you, of all people, would be something easy? Sure, Jungkook as a virgin had some expectations of what sex would be like; deep down inside, he’s always known it won’t be exactly like in porn, there would be some disappointing things and some absolutely amazing things. But those were his own expectations to bear, the end results something that personally wouldn’t weigh down on him too much. 

But now… now Jungkook will have to come face to face with your expectations, that of which he absolutely can’t let down. What if you think his dick is small? What if cums too soon? What if you can’t get turned on by him? What if, at the end of it all, you don’t want to be Jungkook’s friend anymore?

The last thought has him sullenly sinking down further against the wall, chin pressed to his chest, as he mulls over any potential options. It would be weird (at least in Jungkook’s mind) to call it off now, especially after seeing how excited you’d gotten. As your best friend, Jungkook lived by an unspoken, strict code of conduct, that of which dictated that promises between best friends were not meant to be broken. It was the highest offense. 

But how was Jungkook supposed to rock your virgin world if he was a virgin? 

Faintly, he can still feel your puckered lips pressed against his cheek, and he mindlessly raises a hand up to brush his fingers against the skin. It makes him blush, remembering that sweet gaze you’d looked at him with. It’s the same one you used to give him when you were younger, the slightly proud, really content gaze whenever he did his homework before coming over, when he won a game against your rival middle school, when he first walked into a Victoria’s Secret with you when you were both sixteen. “You’re doing amazing, Koo,” you always teased and giggled, the sound gradually mellowing out over the years. 

Just a couple weeks ago he remembers hearing the sound from the bottom of a ladder, dragged into decorating the student center with you for the new school year straight out of practice. He had been tired, so absolutely drained from the drills that day, but it was impossible to say no when you had caught him across the student center, eyes lighting up at the mere sight of Jungkook’s sweaty form. 

“I’m running for student president this year,” you had told him (so it was the student council), the tall windows that lined the building’s walls allowing a ray of sunlight to settle down over you. It had made Jungkook halt for a second, heartbeat skipping one dangerous beat when you descended down, placed a hand on his shoulder the closer you got. “Vote for me, please?” 

“Yeah,” he had breathed, felt like the entire world was too small to fit the growing feeling in his chest. 

And it’s with that memory that Jungkook reaches his third and final realization of the afternoon, an accumulation of all the prior ones: how was he, a virgin, supposed to casually take his best friend’s virginity when he was so terribly, irrevocably smitten with said best friend? 

“Oh… fuck,” he groans, slumping down until he’s practically sprawled over the floor, startling Namjoon and Jimin as they enter the gymnasium. Jimin scolds him for scaring them, but Jungkook is so deep in his wallowing that he barely hears. 

He was in trouble.

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[hermannsthumb]

possible prompt for a university au: newt is the biology major who maintains all the fish tanks in the physics building at 11pm and hermann is the physics student who likes to wander the halls to think. newt accidentally flings water all over the ground and hermann trips, hijinks ensue.

earlier today I was thinking about how I wrote a college AU fic almost 3 years ago to the date, and how I wanted to do more bc its fun thinking about newt and hermann as dumb college students

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Newt's not really sure how he ended up with the weirdest work-study job on the planet, but honestly, things could be much, much worse (he could be stuck down in the dining hall, or dealing with confused freshmen in the school bookstore) so he keeps his thoughts on the whole thing to himself. Every Friday at eleven sharp, Newt pulls on his grodiest t-shirt and a pair of long rubber gloves and treks all the way over to the physics department to set to work scrubbing down the fish tanks that line the classroom walls. Why does the physics department have fish tanks? Newt's not really sure about that, either. It's kind of an insane amount of them, too, more than even the marine bio department has. Maybe it's supposed to boost morale or something. Hey, look at these crazy cool tropical fish who get to do nothing but eat and swim in circles, sorry you're stuck inside calculating velocity and shit.

Whatever, Newt's not complaining about that either. Let the physics nerds have their fun. It'll be good for them to branch out a little, realize there's life beyond robotics club meetings.

Also, Newt likes the fish. They're cute. He likes to think they like him, too, because they're very well behaved when he has to scoop them out of their tanks and plop them into smaller fish bowls (the kind goldfish in movies always use). He's going to teach them tricks eventually—he had a beta fish once who would do a little flip when Newt tapped the glass a certain way because he knew he'd get rewarded with dried worms, so Newt knows it's possible. Just imagine, a hundred fish doing flips on command. Newt Geiszler, fish whisperer.

Yeah, maybe the job could be more glamorous. It's really hard to get algae out of the gloves, and he hasn't been allotted the budget for a new pair yet.

"Hey, guys!" he shouts as he pushes in the door to room 214. The fish don't acknowledge him: they just continue swimming in their giant tank. In and out of plastic plants and rock caves. The rock caves were a gift from Newt three months into the job, and so were some of the moss balls—stimulation is important for fish! He wouldn't want to be trapped in a glass box with nothing to do, either. "I bet you missed me. Ready for a clean tank?"

Newt always talks to the fish, even if they don't talk back, because he thinks it's important to build their trust. He'll usually keep a running commentary of his week as he scrubs the tanks, just get everything off his chest that he needs to get off. Stuff he's worried about. Stuff that went well. Stuff that went badly. Therapy's expensive, and Newt's student health insurance can only cover so much, but talking to fish? That's free.

That's also kinda why he does it so late at night and over the weekend. The last thing he wants is an audience. Because, one, talking to fish is admittedly weird, and two, no one wants a glimpse at Newt's psyche like that, probably not even the fish.

The first step in cleaning the tanks is relocation. Newt digs his stereotypical goldfish bowls and an industrial-size mesh wand out of the supply closet, fills the former with some of the special tank salt water, and begins the slow and arduous task of scooping out the fish and depositing them into the bowls. "I had the lamest week," he announces once he's about three clownfish in. "I was working on a group project Saturday—"

Then Newt stops, because he hears footsteps in the hallway just outside the classroom.

Serial killer, Newt's instincts supply helpfully.

No, Newt corrects himself, that's dumb. Why would a serial killer wander into the physics building at eleven o'clock at night? Why would anyone, period? He's probably imagining stuff. Lack of sleep, stress over his upcoming projects, residual embarrassment from his disaster study session Saturday, all of it culminating in Newt thinking there's someone there. No, definitely imagining it. Newt can only even get in this late to the department because his ID swipe card is set up with the right permissions—not even the physics students have the permissions he does to be in this late at night. Well, not unless they clean the kitchenette in the student lounge or something.

Or if Newt left the door unlocked.

More footsteps. Closer now.

Newt's pretty sure he didn't leave the door unlocked, because he thinks it locks automatically behind him, and he would have to literally prop it open for anyone to get in after him. But anything's possible. The door could've caught on a dropped pencil or a paper scrap or other weird shit that physics students leave around, and a serial killer could've noticed and taken the opportunity to sneak inside on the off chance a hapless young biology major was scrubbing slime off fish tanks in the middle of the night. Any minute now, Newt's about to end up on an episode of Unsolved Mysteries. The Physics Department Murder. The Disappearing Biologist. (Nah, neither of those are very good titles, but that's why Newt isn't on the creative writing track.)

Step-tap-step. Closer now; Newt's heart leaps to his throat. Step-tap-step. Step-tap-step. Pausing just outside the door of room 214. God, why didn't Newt turn the lights off? Why didn't he shut the door?

Newt reaches for the first vaguely weapon-shaped thing he can find—an empty fishbowl, because Newt's not going to sacrifice any of the fish for this—and, as the door swings open, hurls it with a cry.

The bowl clunks on the ground. Except it turns out Newt grabbed the wrong fish bowl, because (even though it doesn't shatter, thank God) water quickly begins to seep across the slate floor tiles towards Newt's serial killer, a pathetic little clownfish (Newt thinks this one is named Albert, because the physics department is made up of nerds who do shit like name their random pet fish after their kind) flopping around in the puddle. Newt's serial killer, meanwhile, cries out similarly, his arms windmilling as he loses his footing and slips backwards, his cane—

Oh, fuck.

The intruder is not a serial killer. It's someone possibly worse, actually: Newt's mortal enemy, Hermann Gottlieb.

Newt's not really sure at what point Hermann became his mortal enemy and not just some guy I have class with that I hate, but he can pretty easily say that they've hated each other since the moment Hermann walked through the doors of Engineering 101 and was deigned Newt's lab partner by the Alphabetized By Last Name Seating Chart god. Something about Hermann just gets under Newt's skin. It's not his prissy English accent, or his oversized sweaters, or his absolutely horrendous haircut, and it's not even that he takes every opportunity to savagely rip apart every single thing Newt says in class. Don't get Newt wrong, that's all super fucking annoying, but it's annoying levels he can deal with.

It's the stuff they have in common that makes Newt hate him. It's like Hermann's a slightly broodier and more angular mirror that reflects all of Newt's most egregious faults—his arrogance, his stubbornness, his social awkwardness, his desperation to be taken seriously—right back at him. It sucks.

Plus, one time Newt caught Hermann ripping down the flyer he put up on the quad for Anime Club to advertise his stupid chess club instead, and he's never managed to forgive him for that.

Newt may hate Hermann, but he's not about to let him land on his ass in a puddle of fishy water (especially not on a freezing November night) just because the subsequent bitching would be unbearable, and, yeah, it would be supremely shitty of Newt, so he leaps forward just in time to catch Hermann and his cane before he hits the ground. He's so impressed with himself with his amazing catch that it takes him a few seconds to realize that Hermann is shouting and probably has been shouting since he slipped.

"—bloody maniac! What on earth are you doing in here? How are you in here? Did you just assault me? I'm going to phone campus police, you wretched—"

"Hold that thought," Newt says.

He rights Hermann and snags the mesh net and rescues poor Al before it's too late, dropping him back into the big tank with the rest of his friends. Newt can't be sure, but he thinks Al blows a bubble in thanks at him. Maybe he needs to make friends outside fish.

Hermann is still yelling at him.

"I am going to tell the head of the department you're—you're skulking about in here after hours!" he declares. "You're a menace. Pay attention to what I'm saying to you, Newton!"

Newt sighs and turns around. Hermann's turned an interesting shade of red—sort of like an over-boiled lobster, or if he fell asleep in the sun for too long. Newt wonders if it's from embarrassment (almost falling on his ass) or anger (almost being knocked on his ass). Probably anger. "Look, dude, I'm sorry," Newt says. His face twists like he ate a lemon, and he hopes Hermann doesn't notice. Newt hates apologizing to Hermann. "It's my job to clean the tanks every weekend. You scared the shit out of me and I freaked out—it's just that, like, no one ever comes by this late. Ever." He decides not to mention the serial killer thing. Hermann might make fun of him for being jumpy or paranoid or something.

Hermann's scowl doesn't lessen, but he does nod. Plus, he stops shouting. That's as much as Newt's gonna get of forgiveness. "Hmph," Hermann says. "You clean the tanks?"

"Every weekend," Newt repeats. He realizes he got some fish tank slime on Hermann's button-up when he caught him. Oops. Hopefully Hermann won't notice until Newt's in the safety of his dorm. "Gotta pay for my textbooks somehow." Then he frowns. "Wait, so what are you doing here? I didn't know you had access to the building this late."

Maybe Hermann is the kitchenette-cleaning guy after all. But, to his surprise, Hermann sniffs and casts his eyes to his dorky Oxford shoes. "Er," he says. "It's just—I was having trouble working out a solution to a problem, and thought a walk might do me good. Chilly nights like this one always do. And I quite like this building at night—it's calm, and much quieter than my dormitory." He fidgets. "And—well—only don't say anything to anyone, but I rewrote the permissions of my ID card so I could come and go wherever I please ages ago."

"You rewrote the permissions?" Newt says. "What the hell, wouldn't you have to hack into the security system or something to do that?"

"Well, obviously," Hermann says.

Despite himself, and despite Hermann being his Mortal Enemy, Newt is genuinely impressed. "Dude," he says. "That is so badass." Since when has Hermann been a badass?

Hermann's eyebrows jump, and he blinks at Newt behind his dorky librarian glasses. What twenty-one-year-old wears librarian glasses? With a chain? "You think so?" he says.

"Uh, totally," Newt says. "What problem were you stuck on? The one from Saturday?"

Being lab partners for engineering means Newt and Hermann have to collaborate on pretty much everything, including their midterms. Their midterm is what they've been working on for the past two weeks. On Saturday, though, they met in neutral ground to work on it (a reserved study room in the library), and, after a stupid and massive argument that had the librarians hoisting them out by their shirt collars and threatening to ban them for life, Hermann called Newt an idiot and stomped off into the night. Newt still hasn't gotten around to giving the problem another shot. Whatever, they have another week before the dumb thing is due. Plenty of time. Hermann nods. "Yes," he says. "Er—that one."

Newt glances at the clock ticking away on the wall. Quarter after eleven. Hermann's delayed him a whole fifteen minutes. Technically, he reminds himself, he doesn't actually have to have the tanks scrubbed by Friday night—he has the whole weekend to get it done. Also, he kind of feels like he owes Hermann for attacking him the way he did. Accidentally attacking. "Listen, Hermann," he says, feeling totally insane for what he's about to suggest. But he kind of wants to know more about Hermann The Badass. "What if we went back to my place and worked on it together? I'll buy us pizza, and I have, like, a bunch of energy drinks." The pizza place nearest campus is open until three in the morning, almost definitely because they get all of their business from sleep-deprived undergrads. Plus, they have midnight specials where you get free breadsticks with every pizza. Newt could go for some breadsticks. "It might be...fun," he adds.

Fun? With Hermann? Hermann will think he hit his head or something.

But to his surprise, Hermann doesn't hesitate even a second before saying "Alright, then."

"Oh," Newt says. He honestly thought Hermann would put up more of a struggle. "Cool!"

"But I might need to borrow a jumper," Hermann says. "If you'd be so...courteous, that is. I'm a bit chilly."

For some reason, the thought of Hermann (Newt's mortal enemy, but also a secret badass) curled up in one of Newt's baggy sweatshirts makes Newt feel all weird and warm all over. He swallows a few times, because his throat feels a little weird, too. Too tight. Like he just ate something he's allergic to. "No sweat," Newt says. "Let me just get these fish back in the, um, the tank. And—" He waves his slimy, gloved hands. "Take these off. And clean up that puddle. Gimme—um, gimme like, ten minutes?"

"Of course," Hermann says, and gives Newt a small, terse nod.

From Hermann, it's a smile. Newt almost slips on the puddle he's so blindsided by it. Stupid Hermann, making him feel all weird and clumsy.

[dancingazaleas]

zeke yeager | my baby

this is bc of the new episode; i’ve known his backstory for a while but i didn’t come up with the idea until now LFMAOOAOA

anyways zeke supremacy

edit: this is so bad but enjoy LMFOAOAOA

warnings/notes: this is strictly platonic, takes place in canonverse during zeke’s childhood then to the beginning of season 4, cursing, mentions of mental abuse from family, murder, fem!reader(feel free to change if u want), yeah i’m unoriginal and the reader is the female titan before annie, angst,

when you first met zeke, zeke was extremely hesitant towards you.

grisha and dina had brought you into the house, a 17 year old girl who had soft and gentle eyes along with a nice smile. zeke had recognized you from the warrior program. you hadn’t inherited your titan just yet, you still had a few more years before they would allow it to be given to you. your predecessor gained the titan around your age, no one really knows why. zeke assumes that it must be a similar case with mr. ksaver and himself.

it shocked zeke in all honesty. they’re letting a warrior watch over him? one that isn’t in cahoots with his mother and father?

it wasn’t until grisha and dina pulled him into a different room and told him to get information on your views that he understood why. they wanted to use you, just like they wanted to use zeke. the worst of it all was that zeke knows you. he looks up to you, you graduated third out of all of your peers, you express love with the younger candidates such as zeke.

he felt like curling up in his bed and crying, he didn’t want you to babysit him just so his parents could use you.

but whenever the couple left, your arms encased him in warmth. you were hugging him tightly to you, fingernails surely digging into the fabric of his shirt. he felt his eyes widen whenever he felt a drop of a liquid on his shoulder. you were crying.

you pulled away and put a hand on his cheek, looking at him with endearment. zeke started crying at this, not once had dina touched him like this. not once had grisha looked at him like this.

“it’s okay, my boy,” you pull him close again, “i’m here.”

for the first time, zeke wasn’t cowering in a corner while he sobbed. he sobbed in the arms of a person, one that loved him dearly whether he knew it or not. you were even crying for him.

“my mother and father were apart of the same group,” you whispered as you stroked his hair, “they pushed me so far to my limits.”

“so, i did something i regret,” you sob, “something i hope you’re never forced to do.”

your whimper gave him chills, “i murdered my mother with a butcher knife and pinned the crime onto my father. all at the age of ten. to this day, i don’t know how i got away with it. maybe the police pitied me or found it excusable because of their affiliations with the group.”

“you hurt someone,” he sniffles, eyes widened in fear.

it gave you a frown, however you couldn’t blame him, “i did. it was mistake and i wish i had never done it. i just wished for my mother and father to love me, not to use me. after that, i found myself in the warrior program. maybe with this power, i could do some good. to show marley that us eldians are not devils.”

you rid him of his snot and tears with your shirt, “when i saw your father the time he came to observe you, i was immediately able to tell. your reaction had said it all. i can’t allow myself to witness you go through what i did without doing something. even if it’s small.”

he blinks at you after you softly kiss him on his forehead.

“now, is there anything you want to do?”

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that afternoon, you played catch and volleyball with zeke. after that, you bought him whatever meal he wanted from the market and ate with him at the table. he told you about his stuffed monkey, who he named jerry, and his adventures.

he was sad when you had to leave, to which dina and grisha informed him you would come to their home sparingly. although he was delighted, he was also sad.

the next day, you doted on him during the short breaks between his training. patting his head, shaking him by his shoulders, and giving him a hug. when lunch came around, you pulled out a home cooked lunch for him as you sat on a bench. you would give him advice with training and his health while he ate.

he even shared some of his food with her.

after that was his time with ksaver. he didn’t see you during that time, obviously, but that didn’t mean you didn’t come during their conversations.

zeke was surprised to hear the praising from ksaver. ksaver said that you were a good figure for him and that you had a genuine heart. it made him feel at ease.

when the day was over, you walked zeke home and even ate dinner with him and his parents. it was a surprise that made you slightly bitter, but you accepted nonetheless.

they talked to you excitedly, asking about your duties as a warrior. you exceptionally avoided answering the questions, instead prodding at their own occupations and duties.

in the end, it felt like a game of tag. avoiding and then charging.

the night you were on your way to watch zeke, you felt your heart drop at the feral screeching of grisha and the reassurance of dina. you banged your fist against the door worriedly, sweat forming at your hairline.

the yelling stopped and you heard the patter of footsteps against the floor. dina looked flustered as she opened the door, face tear stained and eyebrows knitted up in concern.

“oh, (name), we don’t need you to watch over him anymore.”

“no, please, allow me,” you put on a fake smile that made her relax.

“you can take him out for a bit,” she, surprisingly, compromised and stepped aside to let you inside.

you bolted to zeke’s dark room. he was in a corner with his knees pushed against his chest and his hands covering his ears. his tears were making puddles on his knees as he stared blankly at the wall. you rush to him, pulling his head into your chest and picking him up.

“it’s alright,” you whispered, “you’ll be with me for a little bit.”

he didn’t respond but just wiped his eyes when he realized he would pass by his mom. you gave dina a brisk goodbye before leaving and taking him to a nearby park.

“it’s alright, my boy, it’s alright,” you coo and stroke his sweaty back.

for once, he felt okay.

————

the day zeke reported his parents, you held him in your arms. from then, he stayed with his grandparents and often found himself spending time with you after training when his schedule allowed it.

now, zeke is 16 and you’re 29. zeke was often seen with you or ksaver during his free time, now having the power of the best titan secured when ksaver’s term is up.

you mentor a girl named annie leonhardt, the next inheritor of the female titan. zeke occasionally sees you and annie catching some bugs in the grass during your mentoring. other days, you talk to her or just look at the sky. once at the beginning of the year, he once saw you take annie ice skating over a lake.

when he spends his time with you, you’re often doting on him and taking care of him. one time, you convinced the kids and some of the older soldiers to all play a game of baseball after your training was over.

you walked the extra mile for zeke no matter what. zeke was in trouble during a war and you swatted him into the trenches with your hand before attacking the enemy a year ago. whenever zeke would get hurt, you’d be his nurse.

if zeke’s being honest, you’re the maternal figure in his life. you act as if he’s your son, love him like he’s your son, and sometimes you even let it slip and call him that. sometimes zeke messes up and calls you mom.

in your eyes, he is your son.

in his eyes, you’re his mom.

but with being a parental figure came with fighting. it didn’t happen often, but whenever it did it was bad. zeke would become more irritable and angry while you would become reserved and melancholy.

when zeke was 14, you got into a fight so bad that it ended up getting you bedridden. you’d been sick from stress and it lasted for weeks until zeke swallowed his pride and apologized.

it almost made bertholdt, annie, reiner, porco, pieck, and marcel laugh at how domestic the two of you are when together. but as soon as you left zeke’s side, he would revert back to his quiet and receptive personality.

“zeke, my boy,” you call as you walk towards all the warrior candidates, “i’ve got your favorite.”

“thanks,” he hums when you stand beside him.

“i also brought some food for you all too. since we didn’t have training today, i thought you all could enjoy a nice break by having a picnic,” you clap your hands with a smile and they all feel like they’re seeing an angel.

they all agree and follow behind you when you start leading them towards a grassy field. you set the basket down and rummage through it, pulling out a nice thick blanket so the blades of the grass wouldn’t poke through.

“help me lay this out,” zeke sighs but obliges.

with zeke’s help, everyone is sitting on the blanket and eating and conversing. you listen quietly as you chew on the sandwich you made.

“miss (name),” pieck’s soft voice said beside you, “thank you for the picnic.”

you smile and shake your head, cheeks puffing out from the food that’s still in your mouth.

“can we do this again,” shyly asks reiner.

you gulp down your food and choke a bit, “y-yes! of course!”

you turn to zeke and speak quietly, “how was training yesterday?”

“it was fine. my calves are kind of sore though, it’s been a while since we did squats,” he shrugs and looks up, “ksaver let me pitch to him again.”

“i’m assuming it was at least enjoyable?”

“yeah...,” he trails off, “could you massage my calves for me in a little while?”

you pinch his cheek as you laugh, “of course! anything for you, my child.”

he chuckles while he swats at your hand, “quit that. it hurts.”

before you could pinch him even harder, porco’s loud voice interrupted.

“miss (name), are you zeke’s mom?”

his brother and annie hit him, scolding him in whispers.

“i-i’m so sorry miss (name)..! my brother means no harm,” marcel stutters nervously.

“it’s alright, i don’t mind,” zeke’s slightly flustered, “but no, i’m not zeke’s mother.”

“so why do you act so friendly?”

“i met zeke when i was 17 and he was just a little boy. i would watch him while his grandparents were away,” you lie like it’s nothing.

“i’ve always seen zeke as my little boy though even if i’m only 13 years older,” it has them all gaping and zeke staring at his food.

“why’d you become a warrior then,” reiner blurts out, slapping a hand over his mouth in shame, “sorry... but with all due respect, you have a family you love and who love you... why would you let your life end so short?”

for just a second the smile on your face cracks into a frown as you feel your throat tighten up, “why are you asking such disrespectful questions? i understand you have no malicious intent, however it sounds as if you are seeing my decision as an ignorant one. are you calling me ignorant for becoming a warrior?”

zeke just looks away sadly. you never really had to put on this demanding ploy too much since no one dared to ask a question such as reiner did. not to mention that you had to in order to keep your position. reiner scrambles to pledge his loyalty to marley with your eyes burning holes into his head.

the others slightly cower in fear, they’d only ever heard that you could be like this from their mentors. but when they all looked in your, now, sad eyes, they relaxed.

“but, to answer your question,” you say reluctantly, “i was already selected to inherit the female titan.”

“now,” you cough and zeke knows it’s because you want to cry, “i need to go.”

they all help you get everything together, fidgeting anxious as they watch you walk back to the dorm. when you were far enough away, porco shouts at reiner for asking such questions and ruining the picnic. it ends up with annie joining in with the berating and marcel slapping porco upside the head.

zeke just leaves and follows you. he can’t be bothered to listen to them argue while you’re probably crying.

zeke knew it was about your 13 years coming to an end, meaning you wouldn’t be with him anymore. the first time he brought it up, you sobbed out apologies while holding his head to your chest. zeke knows not to bring it up again.

however, reiner didn’t. although he was slightly frustrated with reiner, he understood that he meant no harm to you. sometimes reiner just doesn’t think before he speaks.

zeke finds you with your head in your hands as you cry on your bed. the creaking of the door opening has you looking up and making eye contact and your eyes fill up with tears. zeke shut the door behind him and sat next to you after you pat the spot beside you.

zeke knows what’s going to happen, but allows it anyways because it puts you both at ease.

you cradle his head to your chest, stroking his hair with one hand and his back with another. zeke feels himself starting to cry when you cry out apologies and exclamations of love.

“zeke, my boy, i love you,” you whimper, “i’m so sorry i cannot be by your side until i grow old.”

zeke’s fingers curl into the fabric of your shirt and let’s out a broken sob.

“you’re the light of my life, zeke,” you whisper, “my beautiful boy, my beautiful baby.”

his shoulders shake and he wanted to tell you to stop and to pull away. but he won’t.

“you’re the son i never had, zeke, did you know that,” you sob and squeeze him tight.

it has him wailing and holding you tight. though zeke knew this, you never said it out loud.

“my baby, my baby,” you croak, “i love you so much, zeke.”

“love you too,” he chokes out, muffled by your shirt.

“zeke, my boy, my son, my zeke.”

“please don’t leave me,” it makes you sob even louder.

“i’m so sorry, zeke, i’m so sorry.”

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zeke couldn’t look in annie’s direction after your term ended and her’s started. even at 29 years of age, he still curls up in a ball and cries himself to sleep. he carries a photograph of the two of you, he remembers taking the picture on your 26th birthday.

back on marley, whenever you were brought up in conversations, reiner, porco, and pieck stared at him with sympathy.

after zeke’s arms grow back on the blimp, he pulls out the folded photograph from his pocket. he stares at your beaming smile.

“who’s the girl,” eren asks, ignoring how yelena looks at him fiercely, “when’d you get a girlfriend?”

zeke shakes his head, “not a girlfriend.”

“who is she then,” eren gestures with his hand, the clinking of the metal chains echoing in the small room on the blimp.

“my mother,” he murmurs while he hands it to eren.

“dina doesn’t look like that.”

“eren, did you ever see a memory of a woman being introduced as a babysitter?”

“now that it’s being mentioned, yea.”

“that’s her,” the memory has him chuckling, “she treated me like her son before she died.”

eren transfers his gaze to yelena, a silent request for her to give more information.

“(name) (last name) was the inheritor of the female titan before annie leonhardt. she inherited the titan a few months after she turned 17, her predecessor, flora, was unexpectedly injured during war and was not able to regenerate. although disorganized and unexpected, (name) managed to eat flora. she died at the age of 30 when annie ate her as a pure titan,” yelena elaborates hesitantly as zeke’s small smile fades, “she was often recognized for her kind personality and optimistic attitude.”

“i see,” he said.

“were you her beautiful boy,” eren taunts.

“yes. i was.”

he sounds sad while he folds it back up and puts it in his pocket.

maybe he could be the same to eren.

[ouma-kichi]

hello hello!! could i request some clingy hcs for shuichi, hajime, and kokichi? gender neutral or male s/o preferably!! if this isn’t specific enough then i can send in an ask again,, thank you have a good day!!

hello hello !!! i luv this hehe male readers r my fav and there is def not enough of them on this site !

Clingy Shuichi Saihara, Hajime Hinata, and Kokichi Ouma x Male!Reader Headcanons

Info/Warnings: sooo i didn’t know if u meant like the character is clingy or if the reader is clingy so ima do both hehehe, no warnings i think, reader is male !!

Shuichi Saihara:

if he’s the clingy one, he def tries SO hard not to show it bc he gets sooo embarrassed by it it’s so cute

he’s just so drawn to you, you’re so interesting and you make him feel so loved all the time so ! he just wants to spend all his time with you but he gets nervous that you’ll think he’s creepy or that you’ll be annoyed by how clingy he is

i always love the idea that he observes and remembers your daily/weekly schedule ! and any time you’re walking to work or class, he always looks for you bc he remembers that one time you told him the path you take bc mannnnn he never wants to spend time apart

sometimes he purposefully tries to stay home or give you space so you don’t think he’s weird, but you just tell him like “why didnt u walk wit me today ;(” and his heart just EXPLODES

like !!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW HE ACTUALLY LIKES THAT I REMEMBER EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM

plus it really really hurts his heart to not be with you like so so so so bad

so once he knows you won’t be weirded out by him, he tries to never ever leave your side

but when you do have to be apart, he def brings you your favorite foods or your favorite types of flowers afterwards, just bc you mentioned it once and he wants to show that he missed you SO MUCH okokok ?!?!?

he’ll see the chocolates you like or he’ll see that the florist is selling your favorite flower and he just goes “that’s his favorite... i think it’d make him happy if i bought this for him !! i’ll give it to him when i go to the park he always walks through !!!”

but if you’re the one who’s clingyyyy ohhhhhhhhh boyyyy he just doesn’t know what to do with himself  !!!

he gets so so blushy bc he’s already nervous and not rlly used to these types of feelings so when you’re basically following him around like a lost puppy he’s just. amazed that you feel that way about him...

you’ll be like “shushu.. come cuddle with me today pleassseeeeee don’t leaveeee” and he just. melts into a lil blushy puddle on the floor

bc you don’t want him to go EVER EVER EVERRR you obvi gotta spend all your time together duhh

you always demand to walk him to school or to work (omg gentlemanly reader asf), holding his hand so tight or linking your arms together

his face gets so red when you hug him or kiss him goodbye !! bc you just make it last so long your lil clingy ass omg

on his doorstep you just hug him for like 5 whole minutes bc you don’t want him to go :(((((

and he really doesn’t wanna go either ;((

at night when you’re cuddling you just grip him so hard, and in the morning you just hold him even tighter so he can’t leave your grasp

but really he’s okay with it, because he doesn’t wanna leave your grasp either

Hajime Hinata:

CLINGY HAJIME IS SO BASED

he’s ... very quiet about it .. idk he’s just a normal lil boy

he has this cute way of just begging you to stay because he just... looks so sad when you tell him you have to leave for a little :(

so you simply don’t leave !

he just has cute puppydog eyes okayyyy and i don’t think he would say anything he would just hug you super tight and not let you go

but sometimes you gotta go so when you say goodbye he always makes sure to nuzzle his face into your neck and mutter how much he’s gonna miss you awwwww he so cute like dat

unlike shuichi who goes out of his way to find you during your day, hajime simply waits for you to come back bc he doesn’t wanna impose or anything

but he thinks about you so much during the day like he’ll just be sitting at his desk alone and be thinking “man........ when does he get back i miss him he should come home soon” HES JUST SO LOVESICK

and he’d be too nervous to leave voicemails or call you or anything because he doesn’t wanna disturb you, you just gotta know that he misses you really bad

but then when you come home !!!! HE BASICALLY RUNS TO THE DOOR and he waits for you to hug him first to make sure it’s okay

like it’s not that he’s scared to be clingy or something, he’s just kinda awkward and he doesn’t wanna force himself on you or something

so when you get home you havta hug him first, after that he will never let you go ever ever

if you’re the clingy one OMG HE WOULD NEVER LEAVE YOU

he would just feel so bad leaving you when you just wanna cling to him so tight !! awkward lil man he doesn’t want you to be sad okay :(

plus he thinks its v cute that you want him to stay so badly, he gets super blushy and looks away a lot bc he gets sososo flustereddd

you two will be hugging and he’ll just think “well if he doesn’t want me to go, i guess i shouldn’t go” .....so he simply does not go

it’s not like he feels like he’s being forced, he just knows you would be happier if he stayed with you ! and he likes to see you happy all the time sooo

you’ll be like babyyy please dont go and he’ll just go red and silently go to wrap his arms around you

his thought process is basically hmmm well he wont let go of me.. this is the perfect excuse to not leave him anyways

so he always stays

Kokichi Ouma:

man oh man

he’s such a little baby okay hes just so....

if he’s the clingy one you better be prepared for the waterworks constantly !!!

like if you guys are cuddling, with him like laying on your chest or you’re wrapped up in each others arms, and you get up to like go get food or use the bathroom he will fall to the ground and INSTANTLY START SOBBING

“WHY ARE YOU LEAVING ME DON’T LEAVE ME YOU DON’T LOVE ME ANYMORE????? YOU WANNA BREAK UP WITH ME ????? DON’T LEAVE ME FOREVER”

he’ll follow you around or just ... hold on to your leg when you’re trying to walk away

if you get up from bed he will literally be latched onto your arm, to the point where you end up dragging him off the bed

which obviously just makes him start crying again

“YOU JUST LET ME FALL YOU DIDN’T WANNA TOUCH ME ANYMORE SO YOU JUST THREW ME TO THE GROUND LIKE THAT YOU’RE BEING SO MEAN TO ME”

he just exaggerates so much like damn, any time you leave obviously has to mean you want to break up with him

it sucks when you actually need to get stuff done because he just wants all your attention to be on him >:O wtf do you think you’re doing not giving him constant undying attention !!!!!!!!

it’s fine though bc you (being the whipped mf you are) will just... drop everything you have to do just to cuddle with him and give him kisses

because honestly you have no other choice, he will literally beg the entire time for kisses you can’t even listen to your lectures or do work because he will be in your ear the ENTIRE TIME

honestly i can’t see a scenario where you’re the clingy one and he’s not, like i think if you’re clingy he would just also be clingy

which is kinda perfect i think

neither of you wanna leave so why should you have to...

you’ll be like “kichi don’t go pleasee baby” and he’ll be like “WHY would  i even do that idiot fool dummy”

unless he wants to prank you where he’ll pretend he’s too busy for you rn, which makes you get all sad and start going nooo babyyyy pleasseeee can you make time for meeee ?!?!??????? and he’ll do his gay little laugh and be like GOTCHA YOU THOUGHT I ACTUALLY WAS TOO BUSY FOR YOU LMAOOO

he’s so annoying omfg so you just jump on him immediately which is fine bc he wants you even if he lies about it

don’t even think about spending any amount of time apart bc both of you will JUST FORCE YOURSELVES TOGETHER

you two gotta go to school? well at least one of you is skipping, honestly probably both

you have a family thing you can’t get out of? he will just .. coincidentally also find his way there for some reason

i swear it’s like you two can’t stay away from each other he’s just so obsessed with you and you are equally as obsessed

so it’s kinda perfect

why would you wanna leave each other alone ANYWAY??

[passivenovember]

Another stupid Harringrove HC bc I'm full of them! Billy being the kind of obnoxious ass who will be pouring you a drink all 'tell me when to stop' and everytime Steve gets distracted or looks away he just keeps pouring until the drink is overflowing and spilling out of the cup and all over the table and he'll still keep going until Steve says 'Stop!', meaning, 'what the fuck, Billy!?' and 'WOAH' and 'knock it off!' are not accepted.

I'm so sorry this took so long!!

When you sent me this I was over the moon because this?? Is Billy's humor exactly. I thought for so long about the perfect universe to build for you, but instead put it in one of my WIPs.

This is a snippet from chapter seven of If Snow Loves the Trees and Fields. I hope you enjoy it.

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"How many bottles of this shit do you keep on hand?"

"Cosmo says we should drink a glass of wine a night, so." Billy counts on his fingers. "Four? Seven? I dunno." He giggles. "Is there something in there you like?"

Steve hiccups, moving to cover his mouth with one hand but giggling when the hiccup beats him to it. He looks at Billy with wide, playful eyes. "How many bottles have we had, then, is anyone keeping count?"

His cheeks are so pink.

Billy's never even seen a shade of pink that vibrant, that lovely, and he feels like it could be a fluke because he works in a kindergarten classroom, for Christ sake. Some of his kids have the big pack of Crayola with everything from bubblegum to magenta wasted on cheap construction paper, but Steve.

He has them all beat, the way his tongue pokes out to put a glaze on his lips.

Pink pink pink.

Billy pours them each another glass, leaning heavily on the coffee table to keep from tipping over. "Where did the other bottles go?" He whispers.

Steve looks around wildly, shifting on his haunches to look under the coffee table. When he pops back up he nearly knocks the glass over and that sends them rolling down the hill. Clutching their sides in laughter.

"I love wine." Billy says, finishing his glass. "I love spilling stuff, too. Creating puddles to jump around in."

"I didn't mean to spill."

"You didn't, but you could." Billy slaps a thick, heavy hand on the hardwood below him. "Just dump the whole fuckin' bottle out, if you want to. These babies are indestructible."

Steve gasps, leaning all the way across the coffee table until Billy thinks maybe his head has filled with helium. "My friend just had a baby."

Billy wants to throw up. "Congratulations."

"Babies really are indestructible," Steve says with a voice full of glittering wonder. "The baby will crawl the fuck around sometimes, and I'm always worried his little arms will break when Robin swaddles him because it looks uncomfortable--"

"I like being swaddled." Billy says. Matter of fact.

But Steve isn't listening. He makes a bowl shape with his hands, like, "And his little noggin' just finished growing, like. Yesterday." He folds his arms, frowning. "I'm surprised Robin and her nanny haven't dropped him yet."

Billy leans back on his palms. "What about her husband, does he have a hand in all this?"

"She's raising the baby on her self."

"Like, on her tit? Breastfeeding?" Billy whispers, nearly dying when Steve's wine comes out through his nose.

They spend the next five minutes cleaning up peach scented snot with a paper towel, joining each other on the floor in front of the couch. Almost touching but not quite, as Billy gets the last of it, his fingers gentle on Steve's chin to hold him still.

Billy likes touching Steve.

Billy wants them to be like this forever, and for always. Drinking wine on his living room floor in damp, distant candle light. Steve's eyes have gone heavy lidded, like he's bare-knuckle boxing to stay awake. Billy runs his thumb over Steve's mouth, pretending to dab away the last bit of boogers.

Steve leans into the touch.

Billy keeps touching him. "Maybe you should lay down," He says. "Does your head hurt?"

"My nose burns. It feels like sizzling bacon." Steve wines, and.

It's adorable. Billy pulls Steve to his chest on impulse and Steve doesn't think twice about it, laying down with his head in Billy's lap once he manages to slide from collarbone to hip. His nose is red.

Pink and red, like valentines day.

Billy plays with Steve's hair, winding strands around his fingers and tugging until Steve bats at him, lazy and slow. "Don't pull my hair out of my head, Bill."

"I won't."

"I need it."

Billy grins. "For what?"

"For love. And Sex. And engagement photos, when he finally puts two and two together."

"When who puts two and three--"

"Two."

"Can we stop talking about math?" Billy whines, tugging on Steve's hair again. "Jesus, I feel like I've done more math today than I have in fucking years."

Steve giggles, high and light like a baby. "God help the youth of Hawkins."

"Gee, thanks."

"You're cute." Steve pouts, turning until his nose is buried in Billy's stomach. When he speaks again the words are all muffled. "I should help you find a wife."

And.

Billy doesn't even want to get into that. The impossibility of it all.

"Oh sure, maybe I'll date your friend with the baby," Billy teases, smirking when Steve bites him. "I'm not so good with babies but once the kid can shit in a toilet we'll be best pals."

Steve sits like the ground is on fire, getting right up in Billy's face. "You can't marry her." Steve says triumphantly.

Billy tucks the hair behind Steve's ears. "Why not?"

"Because she's a lesbian." Harrington pokes Billy's nose with his finger, and then with his own nose, like, "Ha-ha, you little cherub asshole, I foiled your plan!"

Steve giggles.

And rocks them back and forth.

And keeps staring at Billy with those eyes. All soft, so.

Billy moves away. "You getting sleepy?"

Steve cranes his neck to stare at the half empty bottle of Boone's on the floor next to them. He raises his eyebrows once, twice, three times, until Billy shakes his head.

"You need water, Harrington."

"I want wine."

"You're gonna hate yourself in the morning."

Steve gets on his haunches, finally pulling away from Billy to grab their empty glasses. He holds them over his head, like, "I'd never hate waking up here." And the glasses make little lady bug antenna's on Steve's head, so.

Who is Billy to argue.

He grabs the bottle and sets up shop, telling Steve to put the glasses on the coffee table so they won't spill.

Steve's lips form a pout. "You promised me a puddle to jump around in."

"I didn't--"

"You mentioned puddles to a drunk bisexual, Billy." Steve says, the picture of resolve. "What else is a gay to do? Forget about it? Move on?"

Billy shakes his head, putting the spout of the bottle over Steve's wine glass. "Tell me when to stop, pretty boy."

Steve nods with his whole body as the glass turns orange in the candle light.

Billy glances at Steve, watching him watch the bottle drain. "Um, Steve?"

"Yeah?" Steve says dreamily.

The glass starts to overflow.

Harrington jolts into action, like, "What are you doing?"

"I'm getting you some wine."

"It's spilling all over the place--"

"I thought you wanted a puddle, Steve."

"I was joking."

"Well you have to tell me when you stop." Billy says, almost bored. Like this is something he does everyday.

"Okay," Steve says, as if gathering his thoughts.

Billy keeps going.

Steve swats him, like, "I said okay, what the fuck--"

"Yeah, but you didn't say stop."

"Well fucking STOP, Billy." Steve laughs, loud and bright. "You're crazy, you know that? Like an apple falling from the tree or whatever it is they say?"

And that's not at all what they say, but.

Steve's fingers make little splashes in the puddle Billy creates for them, anyway, until the room seems to disappear.

[hinatas-sunshine]

Synopsis: You’re the sweet, sweet manager of the Karasuno Volleyball team - Here’s all the reasons they adore you!

Genre: FLUFF

A/N for requester: Thank you so much for the request! I hope you enjoy this and I hope you have a good day :) sorry this too so long

A/N: Hey guys! I hope y’all are having a wonderful day! Thanks for all the support and for almost 200 followers?! Y’all are so cool! Requests are open, KITHES! ❤️

p.s. I had to end it Bc I wanted to keep writing it but I didn’t want to write too much and overwhelm you guys so sorry that is stopped abruptly and if this is kinda bad - I was trying to get my ideas out fast hehe

• You love being Karasuno’s second year manager

• You’re Kiyoko’s best friend and when she asked you to help her you couldn’t say no

• When you joined all hell broke loose - not in a bad way either, your chaotic nature clashed with Noya & Tanaka’s perfectly it was almost scary

“Kiyoko! Marry me please!”

“Kiyoko! You look nice today!”

“Kiyoko! I got you this flower...”

• Kiyoko loves you so she took your flower and patted your head hehe

• When everything went wrong you were beginning to lose hope - Tanaka, Kyoko, Suga, Daichi, Ennoshita - everyone was upset but you tried to keep it together

• You went with the boys to watch the the incoming players for the year - as they spoke your eyes were shining so bright at excitement

“Y/n don’t get to excited - didn’t you have to go to the bathroom?”

“Shut up Daichi! yes I did...”

• You skipped over to the bathroom and saw an orange haired kid, his eyes went wide when he saw your Karasuno jacket

“Woahhhh! You go to Karasuno!? That’s where I want to go!”

• You gasped excitedly before patting his head

“Well! I’m your senpai starting now! I’ll be watching you!”

• He nodded with an “mhm mhm” coming out of him before you continued skipping to the bathroom

✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿

• When he first came into the gym you noticed the boys already around a black haired first year but you automatically spotted a jumping mop of ginger hair

“It’s you!”

• He jumped at your loud voice before you walked over shaking the poor younger boy

“S-senpai!”

“Oi! Why does she get to be called senpai?!”

“Because I’m cooler Tanaka!”

• Suga and Daichi shook their heads at you and Tanaka’s banter, Hinata a little dizzy from the shaking

• You walked up to Kageyama and looked at up him - you placed your hands on his cheeks making his lips form a smile

“Better!”

• You smiled and held out your hand

“L/n Y/n! You must be Tobio Kageyama!”

• You let go of his cheeks and shook his hand, he took it and shook your hand back. You saw Hinata losing it

• You watched the two boys end up in an argument and Daichi kick them out

• When he did you walked out with a volleyball and a tiny snack

“Hey! You two must be a little hungry and must wanna play after being out here all day huh?”

• You handed them the ball and the snacks sitting with them on the floor while they snacked

• They talked about challenging the boys while you sat there listening

“You two are weird...”

• Both of them looked at you and you laughed lightly

“As your senpai, I’ll do anything I can to make sure you play!”

• Both of their eyes grew wide with sparkles, you nodded and stood up taking the ball in your hands

“Let’s practice!”

• Many morning practices later you caught the two first years constantly napping with their head on your lap or shoulder during lunch while you wrote notes on their skills and to talk to Daichi about

• You walked into the gym seeing the other two first years talking to Daichi, Suga and Tanaka

• Tsukki gave you the cold shoulder while Yamaguchi bowed slightly

• You placed a small pat on his head smiling at him before turning to Tsukki and smiling at him holding out your hand

• He took it and you shook it like a maniac

“Hi! I’m y/n and I’m your senpai and one of your managers!”

• This automatically made him soften up a little to you

“Tsukki are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“She shook you pretty hard.”

“I did not!”

✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿

• After school before practice you walked in with four snacks and cartons of milk - you placed them in the first years hands

“Snacky time! I don’t want you guys starving so this should hold you guys until practice is over.”

Tsukki: I’m not that hungry-

Y/n: EAT IT OR ILL FORCE IT DOWN YOUR THROAT

• He jumped slightly and mumbled an okay before eating it

• When Suga, Daichi and Asahi walked in to the first years sitting on the floor drinking milk and eating snacks with you supervising - they marveled are the sight. How did you keep them so calm?

Kageyama: OI! BOKE! THATS MY MILK

Hinata: K-Kageyama! You drank yours already!

Y/n: Stop arguing! Kageyama here’s another milk. Dumb cow juice drinker...

• He automatically took the milk and started drinking the milk while the third years just laughed

✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿

• After a particularly long day - Hinata was worn out, falling asleep while helping everyone clean up

“Pssst... Hinata...”

• He slowly lifted his head with his closing eyes and walked over to you after finishing his cleaning

• You mentioned for him to sit next to you and he listened while you laid his head on you lap

“Take a small nap, I’ll make sure no one wakes you up.”

• He nodded and dozed off almost immediately

• Noya ran up and was about to shout at Hinata but you stopped him and glared at him saying in a low voice

“If you wake him up you won’t sleep a wink tonight Nishinoya.”

• He backed away before running off to hide behind Asahi who also had wide eyes at your burning ones

• Your scowl changes automatically to a smile when Yamaguchi approaches

• You tell him to sit with you and he does laying his head on your shoulder before falling asleep as you two lean against a wall

• You glared at anyone who dared to say anything as they all just continued what they were doing knowing not to bother the two sleeping boys on your shoulder and lap

• And that’s how it usually went with napping, you gave them your shoulder and lap to lay on while making sure they weren’t woken up

Tanaka: Kiyoko can I sleep on your lap?

Kiyoko: No

Noya: Yeah y/n babies the first years... I wish I was a first year :(

• You giggled and placed Noya’s head on your lap playing with his hair

“You could just ask me, but yes I do baby my first years, cause I’m the great senpai.”

• Noya was too busy enjoying your playing with his hair to listen - the usually hyper boy was now a puddle in your lap while everyone enjoyed some peace and quiet for the time being

Hinata: Tsukishima don’t call me an idiot!

Tsukishima: Idiot

Kageyama: Idiot

Yamaguchi: Guys lets not be mean to Hinata

• You looked back at them and they automatically got quiet eating the snacks you left in their bags while you smiled and turned around

• Noya grabbed your hand placing it on his head for you to keep playing with his hair while you laughed and did so

Tanaka: I want a turn!

Y/n: you have no hair to play with

• Suga lost it in the front of the bus with Daichi

• Tanaka was about to yell at you but you glared at him daring him to wake up Nishinoya

✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿

• Right now you were yelling at Tanaka and Noya

“You take out the first years and you lose them while I took Yachi to buy some clothes?!”

• Yachi hid behind you as you yelled at the two boys who looked down ashamed

• You smacked them on their backs making them fly forward

“Let’s go, come on Yachi.”

• She nodded as you guys started looking you saw a mop of orange in the play area - You approached as Noya ran in grabbing Hinata

“Oh... you’re not Hinata.”

• The kid stared at Nishinoya before crying making You four run off and keep looking

“L/n Y/n, I have two missing children-“

• You walked to where the speaker told you two and found Yamaguchi and Tsukishima

“Oh I thought I lost you two!”

• You squeezed them both in a hug

Tsukishima: That was embarrassing

Yamaguchi: But she found out faster, where are Hinata and Kageyama?

• You shrugged and you all started looking again for the dumb duo

“I say we leave them”

“Tsukishima No.”

• When you saw Kageyama sitting alone looking lost you dashed over and hugged him

“Why did you walk off?! You could’ve been left here! Where’s Hinata?!”

Kageyama: I don’t know but I just wanted to try a free sample of a milkshake

• You nodded before taking him to buy a whole milkshake, along with Noya, Yachi, Tanaka and Yamaguchi

“Tsukishima Kei, if you don’t get anything now I’m only going to buy you one and it’s going to melt in your hands.”

• So you ended up buying him one and one for Hinata

• When you guys started walking again you saw a panicked Hinata ready to cry looking around frantically

“I’m hungry, I lost y/n, I lost Kageyama, what do I do?”

• You handed Hinata the milkshake and laughed lightly

“Don’t go running off alone Shoyo.”

• He automatically threw his arms around you making you laughed even harder as you pet his head

“Y/n I missed you! Noya senpai and Tanaka senpai walked too fast for me!”

• Again you scowled at the two boys who tried to hide behind one another

“Don’t mess with Hinata- she’ll lose it.”

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• You waited on the back of Saeko’s van, with a lunch and drink while Kageyama and Hinata raced to get in

“Y/n?!”

• You giggled and held up their lunches

“I can’t have you guys go starving!”

• They smiled thanking you and eating their lunch while Saeko whipped her van around

• You guys went flying in the back as you held onto Kageyama and Hinata so they wouldn’t get whiplash

“S-Saeko!!!”

“Listen little sis, you’re not going to die!”

• She laughed evilly as you flew forward hitting your face on the back of Hinata’s seat

• After awhile Kageyama fell asleep on your lap while you played with his hair, Saeko was talking to Hinata about the tiny giant

Hinata: I’m going to be just like him!

• You popped your head out from beside him letting Kageyama go for a moment to poke Hinata’s face

“If not like him, Better than him!”

• His smile grew bigger at your words while Kageyama flew forward hitting his face with the seat with an ow

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• After the training camp you guys were back at Karasuno, you were with Tanaka helping him pack his things

“Your locker stink naka, why do I have to be the one helping you clean it out.”

“It does not-!”

• Yachi came bursting through the room in panic while babbling about something, you held her shoulders reminding her to breath and re-explain

“Kageyama and Hinata are fighting!”

• You and Tanaka ran to the Gym, Yachi hot behind you two while you and Tanaka pulled them apart, them still trying to go at it

Y/n: Stop it you two! What is wrong with you! Go home right now!

• Tanaka punched them both on the face and they both stopped, grumbling and taking their stuff getting ready to leave - you sighed and consoled Yachi before she left with Hinata..

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• You were walking into the gym when Hinata stopped you and Tanaka

“I’m sorry about the other night!”

• Tanaka laughed and told him it’s alright while you continued on inside, you were upset with them for fighting, and in front of Yachi like that

• As you walked into practice you talked to Tsukishima and Yamaguchi

“You two ever pull something like that I’ll punch you both into the ground!”

“They were the ones that fought, why are we getting scolded.”

“Because we’re the behaved one Tsukki!”

• You laughed at the two while they did the usual bend so you could pat their heads

“H-Hinata, are you and Kageyama... alright?”

• You watched Hinata and Kageyama still ignore each other but nevertheless he responded

“We’re going to be just fine.”

• Right now you weren’t on best terms with the two boys, and they knew that... so they both apologized to you on their own time and you told them both the same thing

“When you guys start to understand one another, I’ll take that as my apology...”

• Truth is, neither of them wanted you to be mad at them anymore

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• While you were still upset with Kageyama and Hinata you were with Yamaguchi right now as he practiced his Serves

• You chucked a water bottled at him

“Drink water you’ll dehydrated!”

• He thanked you while Shimada laughed, you smiled sheepishly

“So are you his girlfriend?”

“No no! I’m one of Karasunos managers! Honestly these first years are like my kids..”

• You watched Yamaguchi attempt again

“You got this Yams! One more!”

“So why do you sound so upset?”

“Well, two of my first years are both arguing right now..”

“Hinata and Kageyama?”

You nodded, “They both got into a fight the other night, scared our first year manager and they won’t try to play together again.”

• You looked down upset

“Well both of those boys need to learn to train alone, they both have their own things to work on.. they can’t always learn by playing together but my learning from other people.”

• You looked up and realized

“Just like Tadashi...”

• So that’s how you ended up throwing balls to Kageyama and helping Old Coach Ukai so he could teach Hinata

• To say you do the most for these first years is not enough because they know you love them unconditionally

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[no-whump-on-main]

Apartment 307-8 (Grabbed by the hair)

Hi guys!! I'm so sorry it took me so long to update. School and work have been crazy but luckily I'm out of school next week so I'll have much more time and be posting more frequently! Apologies for the short chapter, I have no idea why but it just kicked my butt lol. I tried doing some cool multimedia stuff, I hope you enjoy! This is @sableflynn's BTHB request, grabbed by the hair.

TWs: Creepy, possessive whumper, mention of branding, also this chapter made me sad bc I love my mom and Elora's mom is sad so warning for that lmao

Elora was still lying there crying hours later. The tears had slowed from her initial keening sobs, but they still fell steadily down her face, accumulating in a small puddle on the tile by her head. She could see a bit of her reflection in the salty water; just her eyes, mostly. She saw green eyes that had once been so full of hope and life that were fading, the slow abandonment of hope almost making them gray out. She wanted to lie there forever, staring into her own eyes, until oblivion took her. If she cleared her head enough, she could pretend she was elsewhere, somewhere warm and loving; the blanket draped over her body did help with the fantasy, though she always knew somewhere in the back of her head that it was just that: a fantasy. She was still here. With him.

Clyde tried to give her time to recover, but his patience wore eventually. He began to get antsy after a few hours of watching her lie there, doing nothing but cry. Admittedly, he did enjoy it at first-seeing her so weak, so docile, because of him-but it eventually grew tiresome. Watching each tear drip down into the puddle became like watching paint dry.

He stood up abruptly. Elora was startled by the motion, flinching before stilling and watching him very carefully. What was he going to do?

“Get up,” he said simply.

Elora froze. She still felt sick, dizzy with pain and the lingering scent of her burning flesh in the bathroom. But why would he care about that? Why should she disobey him, when she knew what would happen?

Yet pride and pain got the better of her again.

“I can’t,” she whimpered. She felt weak. “I hurt. You hurt me.”

The piercing sound of a loud, sudden laugh began to echo through the bathroom. It reminded Elora of the laugh of a hyena. She winced.

“Darling, did you not think that was the point?”

Her expression hardened and her heart thumped in her chest. That was the point. She wanted to say something, but her mouth suddenly got dry.

The man simply grinned. “Get up,” he repeated, but she didn’t. She just laid there, dumbfounded.

He groaned angrily, rolling his eyes. “Fine,” he grumbled. “Be that way.”

He gathered up her hair in his hand, locked his fingers in a tight fist, and pulled up. Elora yelped and scrambled to get to her feet to relieve the pain, but he didn’t give her the chance; he carelessly dragged her off, out of the bathroom, through the hallway, and into the living room. She screamed and thrashed wildly, her hands desperately trying to push him away as her scalp burned like fire. Again and again, her feet scraped the ground to no avail, kicking and kicking but never able to gain enough traction to stand as she was mercilessly dragged. The man finally dropped her on the floor at the foot of a worn leather couch, releasing his death grip on her hair. Her hands immediately flew up to her head, applying gentle pressure to her scalp to try to ease the burning pain as she looked around the new room.

The living room was barren, like the man had half moved into it then given up. There was a dusty box in the corner, the couch, a worn coffee table, a small stand, and an old TV. Other than that, it was empty, in an eerie way. The aged carpet spanned the floor like an ocean.

The pressure didn’t do much and Elora dropped her hands, still wincing as the man plopped himself on the couch behind her, the leather making a loud crackling noise as he sat. She whipped her head around as her shoulders raised up to her ears instinctively. The man made a sour face, his features twisting into an ugly frown.

“Relax,” he commanded, forcefully pushing her shoulders down. At first, she tried to wiggle away, but that idea was abandoned when he tightened his grip, clearly as a warning. He grabbed the TV remote from the arm of the couch and turned it on. It started on some history channel documentary about cars, but Clyde quickly flipped through channels until he found the local news station.

A grin spread across his face as he read the blue banner spanning across the bottom of the screen. They were just in time.

UP NEXT: CAPE COD GIRL GOES MISSING; DESPERATE MOTHER PLEADS FOR HER RETURN

His hands wandered to Elora’s scalp and began to gently card through her hair. She inhaled sharply, and it took everything she had in her not to immediately shove him off. Somehow the gentleness felt worse than the pain; the false sense of care disgusted her. He was a maniac. He hurt her, he branded her, and now he was sitting on the couch petting her hair, pretending like none of it happened. It didn’t escape her attention how he set her on the floor instead of the couch, below him, like a dog.

The banner was bad enough, but she felt sick to her stomach when the station cut to a reporter sitting at a desk with a picture of her on half of the screen. It was the picture her mom took of her at the orchard last fall. It was candid; she remembered it. She was intently focused on a butterfly off on a tree, ignoring her mom as she snapped the photo. It was one of her favorite pictures of herself. And now, it was plastered all over the news.

The reporter on the TV began to speak. “Tonight, a desperate mother pleads for her missing daughter’s safe return. Elora Larkin, nineteen, of Barnstable county, Massachusetts has been missing since Friday night. She was last seen walking home from her job at Agathangelou’s bakery, wearing khakis, a black t-shirt, and black sneakers. The police have opened a tip line and are offering an unspecified reward for any information that leads to Miss Larkin.”

Elora felt a lurching sensation in her stomach, so visceral she wanted to throw up. That was her. On the news. Gone. Missing.

Behind her, the man chuckled.

“Look at that, baby. You’re all over New England.”

“I’m not your baby,” she snapped, turning around. But her head was spinning. All over New England? It wasn’t the Cape Cod news station on the TV. It wasn’t even a state news channel. It was entirely unfamiliar, the reporter’s face one she’d never seen.. So he’d taken her across state lines, making her chances of being found lower yet.

The man shushed her and put a finger up to her lips. “Watch.” She almost bit him, but decided it wasn’t worth the inevitable punishment that would follow. Besides, they might say something useful, something that could help her. She needed to pay attention.

The screen changed, and a missing persons poster popped up. Hers.

It was up for a minute before it faded away as the reporter came back on the screen.

“Such a sad story. Everyone in the studio is hoping and praying for her safe return. Unfortunately, vigilance is so important in this day and age. Up next, we have a recording of a press conference with the girl’s mother.

The girl’s mother. Her mother. Elora felt her heartbeat thumping in her chest.

And there she was. Jodie was standing at a podium in a building that had to be a police station. Demetrios was standing by her side, offering support by merely being present. While Elora hadn’t seen him cry even once in all the years she’d known him, he now looked like he was on the verge of tears.

Her mom started to speak. She looked so sad. Withered, like the life had been sucked out of her, from fear and overthinking and sleepless nights.

“My daughter-My daughter Elora has been missing since Friday night. She’s got-she’s got blonde hair, and green eyes, and she’s real tall. I’m sure pictures have gone around by now. She was walking home from work and-and then she disappeared. We were supposed to have dinner Sunday and she never came. It was supposed to be her weekend off. I- If someone has her, please, I’m begging you, let her go. Bring her home safe. She’s a good kid, she works hard, she rescues cats in her spare time...she doesn’t deserve this. And Elora, if you’re seeing this, I love you. I love you so much, honey. If you chose to leave, please just tell us you’re okay. It’s okay. You can go see the world, just tell us you’re okay. And if something-something bad happened, we’re gonna find you. I promise, baby, I love you and we’re gonna bring you home. Promise.”

At that point, she set the microphone down and began to cry, tears streaming down her face as she hurried off to an exit, the cameras following her for a few moments. Elora’s heart twisted in knots. Seeing her mom’s face brought her so much joy, yet knowing how worried she had to be made her feel sick with guilt.

But she promised. She promised she’d find her.

“That your mom?”

Elora stilled. He already knew the answer.

"She’s kinda pathetic. Could barely keep it together long enough to tell them about you.”

She went cold. “Stop,” she seethed. Her voice was eerily calm, given her anger.

"Or what?” he replied, twisting her hair up in his hand and giving it another tug.

Elora was silent. There was no or what. She knew that.

The reporter came back on the screen.

“Well, folks, that’s all we have on the case for tonight. Remember to be safe and vigilant. This has been Hannah Brown with News12.”

The man released her hair, picked up the remote, and turned off the T.V.

“Notice how they only talked about you, not me?”

Elora turned her head around. She was crying.

“What?”

He scoffed. “I said, notice how they only ran their mouths about you the whole time. Never said a word about me. You know what that means? They don’t know jack shit about me. They don’t know who you’re with or where you are. I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but we’re in Connecticut. We crossed state lines twice. They’re never going to find you, you know that?

She tried to hide it, but he could see her expression falling with every word he said, hope beginning to seep out of her. She shook her head vigorously, her bottom lip trembling.

“N-no! No, they will, you’re just crazy! You’re just fucking crazy!”

A scowl formed on his lips. “No, they won’t.”

She opened her mouth to protest, but in a split second, his hand was gripping tightly around her throat, cutting off her air. Her eyes went wide.

“No one is coming to save you.”

Elora swallowed, fear bright in her eyes. She tried to rip herself away, but the man raked his fingers across the fresh brand on her collarbone, sending her to the ground, keeling in pain.

“We could’ve had a nice evening if you behaved. Listened,” he grumbled, standing and once again grabbing her hair tightly before dragging her off towards the bathroom.

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[myelocin]

as we let the skies be our witness | hq

(( the moments you’ll share under the skies with: miya atsumu, sakusa kiyoomi, iwaizumi hajime, & matsukawa issei ))

warnings/tags: mentions of smoking, fluff, domestic stuff lmao, may turn into a series idk let me know which characters you want :D 

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click keep reading bc this is finished :D

miya atsumu:

with him, it always meant driving out in roads that led away from the city.

like sitting in the passenger’s seat of the old convertible his dad randomly bought when he struck lucky on a lottery ticket with your hands up in the air grasping at particularly nothing. but at the same time, everything. with you hearing atsumu laughing and yelling sometimes at and sometimes with you towards something you aren’t even keeping track of anymore. you’ll be facing up and smiling because the swirls in the sky are trickling slowly while at the same time you’re aware of how fast the car is zipping through the highway.

so when you look up then back to the side to face atsumu, it meant feeling like you’re caught in then suddenly running through time because one second everything could feel so still and the next you’re aware of how loud you and atsumu are screaming and how noisy the wind is when it’s blaring at your ear. you also feel like that when you’re looking at atsumu through the rearview mirror and see his eyes crinkle in time with the laughs that break out from his lips. you don’t even know what the two of you are laughing about but in the moment you just feel all sorts of giddy so you don’t put much thought into it.

you’ll catch atsumu’s eye time to time from the rearview mirror and you’re suddenly  awestruck because after seeing how fast the strands of his hair are billowing so wildly in the wind while the pre-sunset clouds are rolling so slowly behind him—time, again, feels like it’s moving too slow yet at the same time too fast.

when you’re with him, later at a parking lot eating a half melted ice cream you almost forgot that you picked up on the way, he’ll ask you why you were staring at him so much in the car but you can’t find the exact words to describe everything you felt so you just shrug and tell him it’s because he’s pretty. and you know he’s satisfied with your answer because he’ll go back to frantically trying to salvage the melted icecream that’s dripped down on the back of his hand while you’re looking at him again, the sky behind him casting that halo that makes your mouth run dry and thoughts blank into nothing but the beginnings of a poem.

sakusa kiyoomi:

it’s walking home from a dinner with some friends.

there’s not much stars in tokyo specially because of the city lights—but december means the stores are putting out their display of christmas lights and for a few weeks, humankind is walking among a sea of twinkling stars that are meant to be up in the sky. kiyoomi will hold your hands in his which you’ll smile at because he does it in a way that was so automatic and natural that you know the reason is because he’s considered you to be part of the bubble he’s comfortable in.

you’ll be looking up at the sky—midnight black with some streaks of the dark grey clouds that are telling you it may rain later and you’ll hear yourself ask kiyoomi some questions that don’t really make much sense. he’ll be smiling along with you though, even as you start to swing your joined hands back and forth as you walk from the train station to your apartment.

winter nights in tokyo have been getting a little too cold even for you lately, but the scarf he’d wrap around you before you exited the train feels as warm as the palms of his hands that are enclosing yours. you’ll ask him how different he’d think tokyo would look if there were less city lights and more stars in the sky and he’d just laugh at your question but when you peek at him from the corner of your eye you’d see he has his lips pursed to the side so you know he’s giving your question some genuine thought.  you’ll ask kiyoomi if he thinks the sky looks pretty as it is anyway but you only feel his stare directed at you when he hums out a yes. when you squeeze his hand, bump his shoulder, and tell him to cut it out and actually look up he’ll only say that he thinks it looks pretty because the way you’re smiling at it is pretty and he knows it’s enough to trust you on that.

you’ll let it slide then think about how even if not a lot of people are witness to the sakusa kiyoomi you came to know: the one who smiles at the little things you do and lets you swing your joined hands back and forth as if you were six again, you’re at least glad that the night sky is there to witness it.

iwaizumi hajime:

the skies are in that state when it looks like some sun is trying to break through the heavy clouds after a whole morning of rain.

you’ll wake up to the sound of hajime accidentally dropping the umbrella on the floor and soft curses because of the downpour he caught himself in earlier. since you fell asleep on the couch, you’ll choose to lay still and peek at him, only to finally laugh when he finally realizes that you’re awake and have witnessed him curse at the umbrella and the weather.

the feelings it brings is the kind when you’re still kind of sleepy but comfortable and alert enough to finally stretch and step out into the balcony to stretch. behind you, you’ll hear hajime tell you to come back in before the rain comes again but he’s joining you outside on the balcony  himself anyway. the world outside will still smell like rain and the air still a little chilly despite the sweater you pulled on (you guess it probably is hajime’s because it smells like him) but it’s the view of the sun breaking through that will make the both of you stay. you’ll wipe the edge of the railings and lean forward while hajime would do the same and you’ll begin a light conversation by asking him about his day and how it went. he’ll laugh and say he wishes he was at home with you napping instead of driving through the rain and listening to bokuto and atsumu yell in the gym but you’ll tease him because he’ll be smiling in the endearing way that tells you he’s alright with it anyway.

the both of you know you should head back inside and start on dinner when the golds of the sky begins to turn darker but you’ll both be too engrossed in small talk and watching that one kid from the street below jump into puddles while holding a small umbrella that you suppose one more minute can’t hurt.

matsukawa issei:

it’s looking at him while he’s blowing smoke out into the world.

the two of you are road-tripping back to miyagi when issei decides to take a short break from driving and park into an empty parking lot by a convenience store. summer skies meant that the artshow the heavens present for the sunset swirl with colors a little more intense than the other seasons, so when issei moves with the intention of shutting the car door, you’ll tell him to leave it open.

you’re aware that you could always step out of the vehicle yourself and watch the world next to him but instead you’ll decide to stay inside the car and watch his silhouette against billow smoke into the air against the painted skies around him.

you’ll catch some things issei is saying while he’s on a phone call with hajime about the plans they have come up with to surprise oikawa’s return home next week but most of the time it’s drowned out by the sounds of some instrumental track playing at a medium volume from your phone on your lap. you’ll be taking sips from the can of soda you’ve held on to for the past 30 minutes and wince at the too sugary taste it has since most of the fizz is gone; you put it in the cup holder in the center because you know issei won’t mind the taste and finish it later.

by now he’s just leaning on the side of some trashcan while puffing out the last bits of what he can from the cigarette he’s just discarded and he’ll pop a piece of gum in his mouth before waving you over to join him. from inside the car you’ll yell out that you’re all good and to hurry it up despite not really meaning it because you’ll decide you like the atmosphere the empty parking lot holds the both of you in at the moment.

you always think the skies look pretty; like they’re the most beautiful paintings the deities have ever painted and that’s why they show their artwork in the skies everyday. you’ll still be watching him and listening to the very same track looping on your phone from the passenger seat in the car but looking at issei turn to face the sky with his hands in his pockets—you can’t help but think that in this very moment he looks as if he’s part of the painting itself.

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[kithtaehyung]

Ryen, I don’t know how you do it. Every time you out do yourself and I am so amazed by you!!!

I love love love it when you write in Yoongi’s perspective. There’s so much going on with him. He has so many thoughts that he’s trying to control but it’s all just a lot right now! With OC and with what’s happening at the studio. “Don’t ask if you got plans. “You got plans?”” I loved that so much! He knows the more time he spends with her the deeper he gets but he can’t help it!

There were two things that happened in Stay that I was wanting to happen between these two and I seriously can’t stop smiling! The first was I wanted her to make him breakfast in the morning. It’s the exact opposite of what happened the last time she spent the night at his place. Before there was awkwardness and misunderstanding and bitterness and disappointment. But this time… Yoongi thinking about how long it’s been since this has happened and trying to suppress the feelings that he thinks he shouldn’t have and the fondness he feels for OC. Even saying she could stay rather than telling her to go.

The second thing was I wanted OC to tell him that he has helped her gain confidence. Something that has hit me with why OC probably has fallen for him is that he’s the first person she’s been with who has treated her like what she wants matters. What she’s thinking matters, what she wants to say matters, what makes her feel good matters. The insecurity that was overwhelming her at the beginning of 3tan is no longer there and Yoongi helped her get there. “Yeah. Now I know what I want.” And he was so proud of her. He knows what she deserves and it’s heartbreaking that he thinks it’s not him.

I could seriously go on and on. The way OC imagines being with him in public. The way Yoongi must have felt coming home to her listening to music and cooking in his kitchen. Them getting into water fights and being silly. OC making Yoongi feel shy for a change. Every time he calls her perfect. Every single time he calls her cute. These two idiots are in so much trouble and they are so in love!!!

The only thing that is an issue is the brother. He means a lot to both of them. Yoongi has been his best friend for years. OC has said that he’s probably so protective because she’s all he has. I haven’t stopped thinking about that line since I first read it. We don’t know yet what the story is with their parents but it is just the two of them right now. As much as Yoongi and OC want to be together, they really don’t want to hurt the brother (cough cough Seokjin cough!!!) It could be really ugly when he finds out but I hope it’s something they can all make peace with. I trust you when you say you have a no sad endings policy!!!

This chapter was a gift and you are incredible. What you’ve created and shared with us is so beautiful. We are beyond spoiled with all you’ve written in the last few months and I can’t thank you enough 💗💗💗

APRYLLLL😭😭😭😭😭 I am nothing but a huge puddle on the floor omg I don’t even know where to begin on this?? You’ve made me smile so many times while reading this😩 Especially when you mentioned Yoongi’s POV. Finally we get some insight into his thoughts outside of the environment we usually see him in! And what’s been going on with him in general. The little arguments he has with himself UGH😭 the rest of what i wanna say will be under a cut bc i have FEELINGS

*incoherent screaming* *table flipping* THEY HAVE FEELINGS UR HONOR!!!! but seriously omg the way that yoongi just looks at her while she’s cooking in his kifhdkkdkdd MY HEART‼️ and then the water fight🦋 that was one of the things I was looking forward to people reacting to the most!! and of course…… what it led to😳

*incoherent screaming* *table flipping* THEY HAVE FEELINGS UR HONOR!!!! but seriously omg the way that yoongi just looks at her while she’s cooking in his kifhdkkdkdd MY HEART‼️ and then the water fight🦋 that was one of the things I was looking forward to people reacting to the most!! and of course…… what it led to😳

Ah, you do remember that line, huh? Yeah we don’t know their situation just yet! But there’s a reason why bro is so protective and we still need to really find out why. But yes, there are going to be a lot of things at play if he ever finds out😭 Of course the no sad endings policy will stay for a long time!

As for your last paragraph, I am so very soft.. I can’t believe it really has only been a few months…. Wow. That’s bonkers! But thank you for taking the time to read and really give all of your thoughts🥺🤍 I can’t even begin to explain how much that really means to me, so thank you. You’re all spoiling me too🤧