#I chose to believe he’s either giant-giant or can chose how tall he is

[multiversal-madness]

Billy, why are you so inconsistent. How tall are you. How tall do I draw you.

Bonus screenshot cuz I think it’s funny

[spinningwebsandtales]

The Shape of You Pt. 2

Michael Myers X FemReader

Rating: T+

Warnings: Mentions of death, blood, Michael being Michael, Suggestive themes

Word Count: 8k

Pt 1: here Pt. 3 here

Taglist: @the-marshals-wife @msghostface​ @izumima

Hiding out with Michael was becoming a game of teasing and dancing around each other. That morning outside had brought something forth you both didn’t know how to deal with. But as the day waned further, you both knew you couldn’t stay in the shabby place he had found. But you couldn’t just waltz him back into town either. Surely the cops were still looking for their fugitive and of course you would be charged as harboring him, unless they chalked you up as a victim. That thought was dashed quickly as they would never believe you were forced against your will. But as a plan began to brew in your mind, your hopes rose a little further. 

You sighed heavily sinking into the rickety kitchen table chair. What you wanted more than anything was a shower and clean clothes. You reeked of metallic blood, dried sweat, and dirt. You rubbed at your eyes feeling a headache thrum against your temple before looking up. Jolting in fear at the looming shadow above you, definitely something you were going to have to get used to. Especially if your now formulated plan succeeded. Michael tilted his head, piercing eyes still searching the bruises marring your skin. You had figured out not long ago the first time he had seen them that guilt was caging his heart. Who knew the man people spoke of as a monster could feel guilt?

  “They’re getting better,” you tried to appease his curiosity. “But I do need to talk to you for a moment.”

You had heard years ago that Michael could in fact speak, he just chose not to. It made you wonder what he could possibly sound like. Did he have a voice that was as deep as the darkest ocean, was it a normal deep tone like many of the men you had spoke to around town, or was it light and airy like the feather of angel’s wings? He was such a mystery something you longed to unravel and get to know. But now wasn’t the time to fantasize about him and that figure he hid underneath baggy navy blue coveralls. Shaking your head clear you cleared your throat hoping the grime on your face hid the color on your cheeks.

“We can’t stay in this shed,” you started standing abruptly from the chair. “You’re too wounded to stay in such a filthy place and there’s not enough supplies to keep one person let alone two alive. It’s crazy but I’m going to have to sneak you back into town and hide you at my house.”

He stepped backwards eyes widening into an almost astonished look.

“I know it’s crazy,” you threw your hands up causing him to jolt forward and grabbing you. He had taken your sudden change in body language as threatening. He squeezed your wrists causing the joints to whine in protest, causing you to yelp and he quickly let go, retreating backwards like your shout had hurt his ears.

“Sorry,” you apologized quickly trying not to rush forward. You held your hands up showing him you meant no harm and you weren’t showing signs of being scared. Though inside you felt like you could faint at any possible moment from the sheer overwhelming terror of his strength and reflexes. “I moved too fast. I’m still learning about you and you’re still learning about me. Nobody has ever treated you kindly have they? I just can’t turn you over. I honestly can’t explain it but if I turn you over to them I don’t think I could ever stomach looking at myself in the mirror ever again.”

Michael began to relax, his eyes becoming softer as he stood at his full height. You never appreciated how tall he was until this moment. He wasn’t a giant of a man but he was still large enough that you could understand on how he functioned. His willpower amazed you, as well as he had yet to stop moving despite gaping gunshot wounds in two extremely painful areas.

“What do you say Michael,” you asked unsure of what he was going to do. “Can you try to live a semi-normal life?”

This was it the question of all questions. Could The Shape, the man who terrorized a whole town, actually become a man of normalcy? Could he love? Could he laugh? Cry? These were the things you wanted to uncover, to see for your own eyes. You hadn’t known him long and he scared you but, something inside wouldn’t let you just leave him.

Inside Michael was waging his own war, pondering his own thoughts about this woman who treated him like no other. He was honestly beginning to think if you weren’t a little crazy yourself. Here you were opening yourself and home to a man who was labeled as a lost cause, an evil excuse of a man that had no potential, no place in this so called civilized world. He fed upon death, upon the despair of his victims as the life left their eyes. He trembled slightly, unseen to you by his clothing. Now something unknown was placed before him, something new he never planned for or saw coming. He was meticulous, calculating, sheer willpower in the state of his mission. But you, you tossed everything into the wind and it all started when you ran into him. You were unknowingly worming your way into his stone walled psyche that Dr. Loomis couldn’t even penetrate. In you, he saw the possibilities of what the female side of the human race that he never got to see from his older sister, let alone his mother. 

He remembered the harshness, the turning him to the side. But here you were a woman who didn’t know him, only the story the news and citizens wanted known, reaching out a hand. A new overwhelming urge suddenly came upon him causing his hands to shake. He had to ball them into fists to stop the shaking, his chipped nails digging into his calloused palms. It wasn’t one that made him want to circle your delicate neck with his rough hands, plunge a blade into your heart, or watch the blood pour from your quivering body. He wanted to touch, softly. Explore, gently. Soothe the bruises he created, protect you from all the bad that he had seen (most of it had been his own doing), and show everyone that you were becoming his and only his. It didn’t take him long to know you were created just for him, he just didn’t know how to show you. 

He hadn’t spoke to a soul in so long, there was nothing important to say nor did he feel the need to explain himself, much to Dr. Loomis’ chagrin. But now as he watched you look at him expectantly, waiting for some form of answer. Whether it was spoken, grunted, a nod. You waited patiently chest rising and falling in a slower pace as you tried to keep yourself calm. Michael took his mask from the bed placing it back on his head, tired of over thinking before picking up the kitchen knife that he always preferred. The color drained from your face just knowing that he was finishing what he started. Any thoughts that you were getting through suddenly dashed, until he pocketed the blade. You deflated, your legs becoming weak in relief.

“Is that a yes,” your voice quivered. He nodded until the smile you beamed at him made it his turn to be weak in the knees.

“I’ll sneak you in tonight. Hopefully I haven’t been ID’d as your “hostage” that’ll make hiding you easier over time. I never really do anything or bring anyone home so it’ll be your safe haven.” You paused. “But Michael you can’t go out, no matter how bad you want to. This spree you go on every Halloween ends now. I can’t protect you if you aren’t willing to give that up.”

You were getting worried again at the long stretch of silence. Despite wanting to help him, if he wasn’t willing to accept the rules of your house or your help you knew you had to let him go. Even if it meant your end, at least you could say you tried. Finally moments passed as you waited with bated breath. Until finally, he agreed. It was barely noticeable but he did in fact nod in agreement. Your heart swelled until you felt like it could burst from your chest. Nobody had ever really trusted you this much and all it took was one Michael Myers to get you to drown in happiness from one decision.

There was several eligible bachelors in Haddonfield, but you found yourself steering clear of them, especially one, Ivan. Nobody really understood the person you really are. Michael didn’t talk to you but you had found out quickly just how good of a listener he is. He seemed to actually care in his own way and you don’t know if it’s because you doctored him or if he felt that certain supernatural like tug between you both as well. Now with his cooperation you just knew your time with him wasn’t going to end anytime soon. It made you giddy to think of him being around for so long, about how much you were going to get to learn more of him and grow together. 

You felt like a lovesick teenager again, except the popular boy isn’t your interest this time. It’s the quiet loner that no one else can get close to, who sticks to himself that no one else understands. Now as you both waited for the sun to start going down you passed the time talking nonstop about your house and life. Was it smart to tell a killer your whole daily routine? No. Was inviting him into your house for him to stay, sane? Heck no. But honestly you were still childishly giddy over it. Michael listened intently and eagerly in his own way. Most of the time when people talked to him, especially for long moments like you were, his temper would start to flare. But when it was you doing all the talking, he found himself soothed by your voice. Your tone was light and airy like a gentle breeze of spring that caused the wildflowers to dance and you spoke a lot with your hands (he was working on not jerking or attacking when you got too animated), and your eyes seem to twinkle with the light of a thousand stars. 

He tilted his head a little trying to get a better angle through his mask so he could see you better. Hours flew by like minutes until Michael and you left the shed behind for good. He yearned to take your hand in his, but refrained. He didn’t know how you would react, plus he didn’t want to get too attached to you just yet. Sure you were nice but you were showing no visible signs that you felt the same way he did. It was taking him every little bit of what little self control he possessed not to stroke your soft looking neck or brush a scarred finger down the side of your flushed cheek. He licked his lips at the urges before once again pressing his nails against his palm letting the sting shake him from his thoughts.

You followed closely behind Michael, he was your only way out of these woods as you had no idea which direction home is. Though you learned quickly not to follow too closely as he had no manners as you had been smacked in the face by several branches that he just marched through. So now you followed at a safe distance but keeping him in sight so you wouldn’t get lost. With the sun sinking behind the horizon, painting everything with a soft orange with a lavender haze, the thought of home had you daydreaming about all the bliss of your comforts. 

First you had to get Michael inside without anyone recognizing him, then you totally were gonna take a shower, then you needed to get something cooked up while Michael cleaned up. You paused in your thoughts as the realization hit you, you didn’t have any clothes for Michael. You could at least clean the little bit of clothes he was wearing now, but you definitely knew that you were going to have to go shopping tomorrow for supplies. Michael stopped walking at the edge of the darkening tree line as he was not ready to make himself known just yet. He couldn’t just walk in public as he turned around to wait on you. As he stared at you so intently, his curiosity growing as you seemed to be debating with yourself inside your mind. He wondered what could possibly be keeping your attention from him. With your mind busy trying to solve your issues you hadn’t noticed that the ever quiet Michael Myers had stopped in front as half the journey had passed by until you smacked face first into Michael’s unyielding form for the umpteenth in the past twenty-four hours. Michael once again became your bottom’s saving grace as he kept you from hitting the ground once more.

“Thank you,” you said your cheeks brightening in embarrassment. Michael continued to hold your arm as you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. He enjoyed the weight in his hand of your smaller arm as he did the coloring on your cheeks. Whatever had taken your mind off the now seemed to go away for the moment as you began to plan on how to get him through your neighborhood without being recognized. Michael stiffened up as you started undoing the buttons on his coveralls pulling the material off his shoulders. Never in your life would you have thought you’d be halfway stripping a man in the woods but here you were. You never thought you’d become fast friends with a serial killer either, also not on any sane person’s bucket list. You tied the sleeves around his waist leaving the black shirt underneath bare before reaching for his mask. Michael backed away hurriedly away from your grabby hands holding the mask down to his head.

“Listen,” you started gently easing a step forward, “I know the mask is a part of you. But you can’t really sneak anywhere with it on. They’ll recognize you in a heartbeat with it on. I promise you can wear it later but if we’re going to do this, you have got to work with me. Okay?”

Long moments of silence ticked by, and you were beginning to think Michael had enough. He was no longer going to follow your harebrained scheme or let you free knowing where he was planning his stay. He stayed still like a stone debating with himself. Without the mask a part of him always seemed missing and when he had it he found himself. You were asking him to relinquish that knowledge of himself, even if for a moment. The more you stared, bright eyes penetrating deep inside to that hidden side of himself, the more he knew that if he was going to have any hope of happiness or a life outside of imprisonment and inhumane testing it was with you. 

Michael’s broad shoulders finally slumped as he gingerly peeled the latex off revealing the face that you were growing more and more accustom to. You shivered involuntarily as his piercing calculating stare bore into yours as he stuffed the mask into his pocket to where not a soul could see it. Even after doing as you said, Michael continued to stare, his icy eye; unseeing, but still unwavering he stepped forward. There was no fury or contempt in his gaze, no known emotions were present but you still found yourself taking a step back from him. Tears threatened the corners of your eyes before he stood right before you, a massive mountain of a man looming over you. You were completely lost on what he could even want.

Michael had spent the majority of his life called a monster. Even at the age of six when he was first institutionalized he was labeled as evil and a lost cause. He never had the help he needed or deserved, just a looming desire of his annihilation. Just a convenient lab rat behind locked steel doors for the brainiacs in white lab coats. He never spoke or did anything of meaning. His purpose he felt was bring pain to Haddonfield as it had brought pain to him. His sister ignored him, his parents hated him, the system abused him. He found no peace in the town he had once called home, there was no bright spot and he hated it. Every single person would feel his wrath at the trauma he had been through. That was the way he felt, until you. That fateful night; that just happened last night, brought you to him and he found something good in Haddonfield. 

You shook in fear as you couldn’t understand why Michael came so close after removing his face, the one he thought was the real one. That’s all he had ever been told, so he started to believe it. But every moment with him you were trying to find ways of getting it off him, to see the brown haired man with the two toned eyes underneath. While there was still some mistrust, he moved closer to you involuntarily due to the urge to touch you. He had been fighting the new feeling of longing to be beside you at all times, to touch your soft skin, to explore every part that most people got to see and even the parts of you that nobody else knew. He longed to have something that others did not and that was knowing you so intimately. He knew he had been staring for too long now as your levels of comfort around him were plummeting. He backed off giving you some room making you sigh in relief. The sun had sunk further down leaving the sky a dusky indigo blue before you finally took a deep breath to calm your heartbeat before giving Michael a smile.

“Let’s go home,” you spoke marching out of the woods back onto a paved street. You knew this street well as it was just a few blocks from your house. When you had time after work you would walk several blocks from your house for exercise, so you no longer needed Michael’s help. He needed yours to keep from being captured once more, something you were unwilling to let happen. Streetlights began to turn on lighting up the quiet streets as families called out for their kids to come inside. You and Michael stuck to the shadows trying to keep any watchful eyes from noticing that The Shape was once again in their neighborhood, though this time he wasn’t stalking he was sneaking. 

Your breathing started to quicken as your street came into view, your house was at the very end and this was going to be the hardest part of the whole journey. Your neighbors knew you lived alone and that your parents lived several towns over, so they kind of kept an eye on you and made sure you were safe. You didn’t know if they had sent out a search party in your absence, but you were hopeful that the police that had tried to stop Michael couldn’t identify who you were. Though you really wanted to file complaints for taking a shot at their suspect while you were in said suspect’s grip. You shook your head refocusing on the mission.

“If you’ll stick to the shadows behind these houses nobody should be able to see you. My house is at the very end.” You pointed down the street. “Meet me at the back door and I’ll let you in. Just be careful and don’t let anybody see you.”

Michael just nodded, his curls swaying a little at the movement before he moved off in a different direction from you. You sucked in a breath mentally preparing yourself for any situation before starting towards your house.

Michael jumped the first fence at the first house on the street. The overhanging branches snagging the collar of his shirt. With a grunt Michael ripped free before checking his surroundings. The backyard was empty of any children or animals that would become a problem. So carefully taking measures to avoid the streaks of light bleeding through the windows onto the ground Michael made his way through the first yard with no problems. His confidence began to grow as he jumped the fence onto the next yard. His confidence would be his downfall as he landed on a ball a kid had discarded by the fence causing him to tumble onto the ground, the impact knocking the air from his lungs.

 He laid there upon the hard ground letting the pain subside and air to fill his lungs before he set up in his normal fashion and got up. He’d be a little more careful in this yard as it was a minefield of various toys and different balls. He made it through the second with only a fall and he accidentally broke a toy when he stepped on it. The third fence was proving difficult as it was a private fence, much taller than the normal chain-link ones, it didn’t help that whoever owned the house didn’t trim their trees. The whole line of the fence was covered in overhanging branches, so he had to pick which way was the clearest. 

While pulling himself upward Michael kept getting slapped in the face by the branches as they scratched at his eyes. Michael closed his one good eye trying to keep it from being gouged out which made his landing less than perfect. Which he would never admit but by less than perfect meant falling on his butt and staggering into a swing set that seemed set on knocking him out. Bumped, bruised, and scratched Michael braved the other side of the private fence into another yard, this one blissfully empty and luckily for him the last one. He limped slightly to the other side, unworried due to the darkened windows he finally made it over into your backyard to the back door where you told him to meet you. He slid down to sit in the dark more exhausted than he ever felt before.

As you watched Michael leave to the back of the houses you breathed deeply trying to calm your racing heart. You prayed no one would come outside and see you walking the streets at night. Brushing your fingers through your hair, you tried to make your appearance seem normal, despite the blood and grime that stained every part of your body. You hoped that the dark would help hide the fact that you were covered in someone else’s blood, unless you could make whoever believe that it was fake and that you were finally getting back from a Halloween party a full twenty-four hours later.

“Doubtful,” you mumbled. So far you passed the first two houses with no problems. The lights were on inside but everyone was inside the house. The third house the elderly couple that lived there were sitting outside on the front porch, who just waved in a friendly manner towards you.

“Have a good evening,” you said trying to keep suspicions low. You were a normal woman out for a normal nightly walk you repeated in your head over and over. But the last house you dreaded at the very depths of your being. Janice was the sweetest old lady, she brought you cookies and plates of food on the regular but she was the nosiest neighbor in Haddonfield. The overseer of a local club she knew all the details on everybody and everyone. If she spotted Michael the jig was up, everything would be over and done in one phone call. You sucked in a breath holding it, planning to release it once you passed her house and into yours right next door. You were halfway through the manicured front lawn when her door swing open and you jolted up. Your blood ran cold as you waited for her to scream that she spotted Michael Myers behind her house and sneaking over to yours.

“Y/N!,” she shouted and you almost ran to your door. But you didn’t want to look suspicious if she hadn’t yet spotted your newly acquired roomie. “Where have you been?! I haven’t seen you since yesterday dearie!”

A cold sweat soaked into your clothes as you had to lie and make it a good one. You saw a shadow pass from her fence to yours and you knew immediately it was Michael. So you had to lie quickly so you could get him inside into safety.

“Hi Janice,” you grimaced as your voice wavered. You scolded yourself at the guilty tone. You may as well just put a neon sign that says liar glowing in bright letters. “I went to a Halloween party last night and had to go home with a friend. You know how it is,” you mustered up your best fake chuckle, “one too many drinks then you can’t even tell up from down.”

The old lady cackled in glee, “Oh those were the days. But sweetie you are so dirty!”

“Oh…um,” you paused dredging deep within your mind to figure out a good excuse for your dirty appearance. “I went as a zombie! Yeah a zombie!” You shuffled more towards your house arms raised crookedly trying out your best zombie impression and felling utterly ridiculous. “Braaaaaaiiinnsss. Braains.”

“Well you’re certainly good at it,” she replied looking more concerned by the second. “Well have a good evening sweetie and go get cleaned up! All that blood looks real.”

You sighed if she only knew. “Thanks Ms. Janice you have a nice night.”

As soon as the old lady slammed the door closed you sprinted the rest of the way to your front door. You were cursing yourself for not leaving the porch light on but you couldn’t due to the trick or treating children around town. So you were just going to have to fumble around in the dark until you were able to get the door unlocked. Swinging open the door you shut it quickly, locking it once again before rushing to the back door. You didn’t turn on any lights afraid that somebody would look in and see your guest. Unlocking the back door you opened it and poor Michael who had been resting against it fell backwards right in. He looked like he had been in a boxing match and lost poorly.

“What happened to you,” you checked him over thoroughly. Fortunately it was just a few new scratches, though one of his wounds was seeping a little blood from climbing over fences. Your only answer from Michael, who was still laying on his back in your kitchen floor, was a fierce glare. You backed off raising your hands in surrender, “Sorry I asked.”

Michael got out of the floor still limping slightly. Now you could close the back door locking it and turning on a few lights in the kitchen before racing into the living room to make sure the blinds and curtains were closed. Michael eyed his surroundings while you worked checking all the windows and when you were satisfied then you started turning on more lights.

It had been a long time since Michael really took in his surroundings in someone’s home. He was interested in what you could possibly like decorations wise. Most of the time if he broke into someone’s house it was to decide where he would hide to stalk his victims. Now that the lights were on he could see that you didn’t keep much clutter. Everything was neatly stacked in places and while you painted your home’s walls a brighter color than the other houses he had been in he thought it fascinating. He turned in circles trying to take everything in at once and wound up getting dizzy. You laughed lightly catching his arm before releasing him like you had been burned. You hadn’t meant to touch him so friendly but you didn’t want him falling back into your floor.

“It’s not much,” you said, “but it’s home.”

Michael nodded before tilting his head to look at a few pictures hanging on the wall. He could tell one was you but he couldn’t recognize the other people in the background. You were younger in the pictures, smiling widely at whoever was taking the pictures. He felt a little jealous that whoever was the photographer was getting to see such a genuine smile, he shook a little in rage before focusing back on you. You were talking up a storm before you took the one down that had two people older than you. Now that it was in his hands and you pointed at them both, he could understand that they were your parents. Michael suddenly thought of his parents and it made him grip the frame tightly causing it to protest, he released his sudden grasp on it before he broke it, focusing back on you talking about your mother and father.

 Now that he really looked closely, you looked a lot like your dad. Though he could see some of your mother as well as you were the prettiest thing he’d seen. Though he wouldn’t admit that out loud nor give you any indication that he thought that either. He feared of scaring you off if he moved too fast. But he was sure your parents taught you to not invite people you just met into your house. You took the picture back from his scarred hands before placing it back on the floral wallpapered wall. You took the other one down handing it to him as well while talking about your best friend. She moved far away and you missed her terribly, but you explained that you both talked on the phone a lot and sent letters back and forth. Michael envied the girl in the photo more than your parents, apparently he was going to be the second person in the world to know you so deeply inside. He couldn’t hate the girl in the picture though as you looked so happy, while he didn’t have friends, it made him feel better knowing that you had one.

“Okay,” you clapped startling him into dropping the picture. You gasped apologizing for spooking him, but due to his quick reflexes Michael was able to catch the frame before it hit the floor.

“I’m sorry Michael,” you apologized taking it from him. “I still have a lot to learn about you.”

His large hand rose, he wanted to pat you to show you no harm done, but he couldn’t make himself. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to touch you, but he feared how you would react. So his hand dropped back down and looked away. He was never fidgety even as a child, but with you it was hard to keep still in your presence.

  “You can keep looking around,” you shattered the silent awkwardness. “I really need a shower and once I’m clean I’ll make us something to eat. You can shower or bathe after me.” You pointed to the bathroom that was down the hallway second door to the right. “And after we eat I’ll actually get you bandaged up right since I have an actual first aid kit laying around.”

Michael nodded watching your retreating form before he stumbled into a seat at the kitchen table. How was he going to possibly survive being this close to you and keep from having any sort of relationship with you?

You closed the shower door behind yourself before slipping down into the floor. You were just sure you were going crazy. Michael Myers in your house? Attractive Michael Myers in your house?! Yep you finally went off the deep end. Totally bonkers, throw her into the loony bin, crazy. Though you couldn’t help but feel that in time everything would make sense and the chance to change a man who had nothing and was never given a chance a life he could be proud of and enjoy. You sniffled a little as your emotions were beginning to become too much, you started the water. It wasn’t anything a shower couldn’t fix. All the tension that had been gripping your muscles released as the hot water pelted against your skin. The throbbing in your temples eased as well as the stress swirled down the drain.

Michael heard the shower start leaving him alone inside your place he had yet to fully explore. Would you be mad if he peeked into your room? His curiosity was becoming too much especially you in the shower. At Grove Sanitarium there was no such thing as privacy as everything Michael did was monitored and examined. Bathroom breaks were guarded and recorded. Guards stood in the shower area making sure he didn’t kill his fellow patients and someone was always around as he dressed. So Michael never knew of anything else since he was a boy, how could you possibly shower alone? 

He shook his head, his single brown eye taking in the room before going into the living room. Where he saw a stack of magazines on the coffee table and your unwashed dinner plate from the night before. The TV still flickering with some old show from several years ago, not that Michael would know what was on TV now. Those privileges had been revoked years ago. He was about to go down the hall to see the two extra rooms in the back when the bathroom door opened billowing steam from your shower. You exited toweling your hair dry freshly cleaned and dressed in your most modest pajamas.

“Bathroom is all yours,” you smiled happy to finally be cleaned. “There’s towels in the cabinet and feel free to use my products. Along with clothing and groceries I’ll get some more manly smelling stuff for you.”

Naturally Michael said nothing before walking into the bathroom. You followed him to show him how the shower worked but he grabbed your wrist before pointing at the drain. You looked at him in confusion before glancing back at his pointing stained finger. Did some of your hair get caught in the drain? Was he disgusted by the state of your tub? You shook your head.

“Michael I don’t understand.”

He pointed again gesturing to the front of the tub where the lever to the stopper was. Then it dawned on you, Michael didn’t want to take a shower he wanted to take a bath. You felt stupid. Of course he would want to try something he hadn’t had in almost twenty years. There was no way a place where he came from had the utilities for tubs, showers yes. But you couldn’t imagine not being able to soak away the stress like a bath did in so long. They would have to lock you up right beside Michael if you weren’t able to light a candle, put some bubble bath in the tub, and just soak until your bones were jelly.

“Sure Michael,” you started the water, “you can take a bath.”

You showed him what knobs controlled the water, how the stopper worked (you went ahead and did that part for him), and which direction turned the water off when the tub was full enough to his liking. Michael started to strip out of his dried bloody clothes, you squeaked and ran out before you saw more than you did last night. Though you couldn’t lie you were quite curious, but you shook your head blushing furiously. When you heard the water stop and sloshing of him getting in you tiptoed to the door and barely cracked the door.

  “I’m just grabbing your clothes,” you announced but knew he didn’t care. He was used to people watching him clean up. “I’ll leave your boxers and a robe. I promise I’ll get you something to wear tomorrow.”

And as quick as you came you left completely embarrassed though you didn’t see anything. You glanced at the sizes of his clothing memorizing them when you went to the local Goodwill. Michael stretched out in the tub sinking up to his nose and sighed. He forgotten how much he loved baths as a kid, until you helped him remember such a fond memory. One of the very few he could even remember.

Starting a load of laundry with both you and Michael’s clothes you started something simple for supper. Burgers were easy and you had ground meat needing used in the fridge. So you started three patties, cause you honestly didn’t know how much Michael likes to eat, and plugged in your deep fryer. It wasn’t everyday you had fried foods and with the crap show your life had been you were going to splurge a little. So you flipped patties and fried the frozen french fries all while Michael enjoyed doing normal things for a change. 

Once he was clean from any traces of his Halloween spree he exited the now murky water. It took a few tries with the stopper lever but he finally figured it out. The water drained and he put his boxers back on and your robe that was a little small for him. He could tie the waist but it left a good chunk of his chest exposed, the scars rippling back and forth down to his abdomen. The length was a little short too as it left his thick muscular legs exposed to the bottoms of his boxers. His gaping wounds seeped a little blood, but you promised to patch him back up so he wasn’t too concerned. What was a couple of bullet wounds when he survived being shot six times his first Halloween night back? 

He opened the door to go back down to the kitchen where he could smell your progress on food. His stomach rumbled loudly but you couldn’t hear it over the sizzling pans and hot grease popping. Like he had watched you sleep this morning Michael watched you carefully, taking in your movements and how you darted around doing this and that. You were focused and determined to make supper really delicious for him. You hummed enjoying the process before you stopped.

“Michael,” you yelled and turned around only to drop the spatula with a screech. “I didn’t hear you come down.”

You were panting now trying to ease your thundering heart rate to pick up the greasy spatula. When you stood back up you had to suck in a breath. This was a Michael you had yet to see. With his naturally curly hair dripping wet and stuck to his stout neck, your eyes continued to trail downward to your robe barely covering his well-built physique. Your robe strained at his waist giving you a good peek at his legs and his chest was basically in full display. Your mouth watered and it wasn’t because of the burgers. You shook your head clearing your thoughts, cause you just were going to have to get used to Michael being around. Especially if he was packing that form underneath those stupid coveralls. They weren’t stupid before but they were hiding that shape underneath and now you hated them.

“Dinner is ready,” you coughed trying to get your voice back. “I made you two burgers if you want them. If not you can have one for lunch tomorrow while I’m away at work.”

You both ate in silence until you started to yawn. With a full stomach and freshly showered you were more than ready for bed. But you had to make sure Michael had a comfy place to sleep and bind up his wounds as well. So you picked up your empty plate and set it in the sink, promising to wash the dishes tomorrow. Michael had left the second burger so you wrapped it up placing it in the fridge for him tomorrow as well. Michael watched you with a keen eye seeing what you could possibly be doing next. When you came back with an armload of blankets you gestured to the couch.

“My extra bedroom is basically my hobby/storage room so you’ll have to take the couch for now until I can rearrange stuff to make you more comfortable. I brought you several blankets in case you get cold and I gotta go grab a couple of pillows from my bed cause I don’t have any extra.” So you disappeared once more down the hallway and came back with two fluffy pillows. “There. Now all I have to do is go get the first aid kit. Go ahead and take a seat on the couch.”

Michael obeyed as you disappeared back down the hallway, this time into the bathroom before coming back once more with a large first aid kit in tow. Michael watched in silent interest as you opened the lid to a fully packed kit. You dug through the bandages and tape until you decided what would work best, before laying out all the different salves and cleaners. Michael flinched at the cold alcohol drenched cotton, causing you to coo soothingly to keep him still. He shivered in delight as your hand used his bare knee to steady yourself as you leaned in closer to the wound on his shoulder. You quickly doctored him, fighting yawns every little bit before focusing to the one on his waist. Michael shimmed out of the top part of the robe leaving his warm skin in reach. He refused to grin at how hot and bothered you seemed to be at the sight of him. He had been unconscious the first time you had done this, so your reactions were new to him. Shaking the rampant thoughts in your mind you focused harder so you could go to bed and sleep your embarrassment off. With one last piece of tape Michael’s wounds were taped up and cleaned once again. This time you were much more proud of the job you did. But earlier you just had to make due with what you had.

“All clean and not too shabby if I say so myself,” you dusted your hands admiring your handiwork. “You don’t have to go to bed now. I’m exhausted and have to get up early for work so I’m hitting the hay now. Feel free to watch TV or snack or whatever you want. Goodnight Michael.”

 You waved goodnight leaving him alone in the living room with a mountain of blankets and two of the biggest pillows he’d ever seen. He breathed in deeply smelling you all around him. It soothed him and he didn’t stop staring at your retreating form until you disappeared and shut your bedroom door. He didn’t hear the lock and it made him a little happy that you didn’t.

You dozed off as soon as your head hit the pillow into a deep dreamless slumber. Michael took this opportunity to look through the rest of your home. You said he could do whatever he wanted and this was what he wanted to do.

 Setting the pillows on the couch for later he went to the first door he had yet to see behind, the one that you called your hobby room. Also storage area and while most people would think it was piled high it wasn’t even half full. There was a desk beside the window with a few pieces you had been working on, while tubs of winter clothes that looked like you had started rummaging through them recently. A couple bookcases pushed against the wall were filled with books of all shapes, sizes, and colors. Michael went there first seeing on what genres you read. Mysteries, thrillers, and some paranormal romance novels took up the shelves while a couple shelves housed some VHS tapes of your favorite movies. He walked over back to the desk to see your projects half finished laying in full view as they waited upon your skilled hands to return. Every little detail of your life was becoming known to him as he continued to explore and search.

 Next he looked through the laundry room, the dryer still running with his and your clothes still inside. There wasn’t much to look at there and he had no interest in searching through your dirty clothes. 

Lastly the door that he wanted to go through the most was your bedroom door, with you sleeping on the other side he wasn’t sure if he should or not. In the end his curiosity ruled out as did his need to see you once more. You slept soundly as he carefully eased the door open. Your soft breathing moving past your soft lips. Michael stood at your bedside just watching you for a few moments. Your hair was draped behind you on your pillow and your breasts rose up and down in steady breaths. He’d had seen people sleep before but he couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was about watching you sleep that stirred the emotions deep in his gut. He stepped closer leaning over you. His face close to yours as your even breathing stroked against his cheek. His hand twitched moving forward just a hairs breadth from touching you.

 His breathing quickened. He couldn’t stop the feeling, every time he saw you, he just wanted to touch you, hold you, protect you. It was a different side of him and he wanted to see where it went. It wouldn’t hurt just this once would it? You wouldn’t know and he would be satisfied, for now. Holding his breath and steeling his nerves Michael took the plunge. His pointer finger touched your cheek first before stroking downward as his other digits touched along with his pointer. His hand that had taken so much life had found a new purpose. You were everything and more that he dreamed of, he regretted not doing this sooner. A ray of sunshine coming upon his midnight hour, lightening the darkness and easing the pain of loneliness, abuse, neglect, and dehumanization. It all disappeared in this one moment.

 He trailed down your neck relishing in the delicateness of it before he reached your collarbone. He wished to trail further, but though he had no knowledge of normal human decency even he knew it would be taking it too far. So he refrained moving his face to your forehead where he brushed his nose against your hairline breathing in deeply while touching the silken strands. He quickly became drunk, knowing that this one touch would never be enough. Though he began to wonder what it would feel like you touching him. He didn’t know how he could convince you but he wasn’t going to be able to be very patient for the first time ever really. He had to know, had to explore and he wanted you to do the same. Knowing he was pushing his luck Michael looked to you once more before going back to the entrance of your room.

 He glanced back wanting to stay longer but he had to play the game correctly. This wasn’t his normal game of chase that he had played several times before. He carefully closed the door leaving you to slumber peacefully as he went back down to the living room where he laid on the couch. He stared at the ceiling counting the tiles above his head and thinking about you. Reaching for the blankets he pulled them up to his chin. It didn’t take him long to start dozing off where he dreamed vividly of your gentle expressions and your soft skin under his rough fingertips.

[casspurrjoybell-28]

Alpha's Addiction - Chapter 2a

*Warning Adult Content*

The Proposal - Part 1 - Kao

When I come to, I'm in a dimly lit room, sprawled across a giant bed covered in blood-red sheets.

Zacan's room.

Above the bed is a giant canopy made of dark silk, with ornately carved furniture throughout the room.

Even a chandelier lit with several candles hangs from the ceiling.

So this is how the Alpha gets to live, while us Omegas are restricted to the basement of the pack house, crammed into small rooms where several of us have to sleep on the floor together.

We don't even get beds.

I've had to stuff an old sheet with straw for Oliver and myself.

Maybe I'd take advantage of the luxury if it weren't for the fact that I'm in the bed of a man I hate who also took my son away from me.

I look down at myself, realizing in horror that I've been stripped of my old clothes and put in a practically translucent red button-up top and shorts to match.

All I really have covered are my nether regions, which have been left undisturbed in my undergarments.

Whoever chose the clothes obviously didn't know my measurements, in addition to having horrible taste.

The shirt and top are way too short for my tall figure.

I guess Alphas are used to Omegas being tiny height-wise but I'm 5'10".

I could probably pass for a short Beta if it weren't for my small, slim frame, delicate features and curves.

Curse my Omega genes.

Disregarding this, I get off the bed and immediately try the door.

Unsurprisingly, it doesn't budge.

There are no windows, either.

So I move on to searching around for a possible weapon I can use but there's nothing.

I put a hand to my chest, praying to the Moon Goddess that Oliver is safe.

If Zacan believes that he is his son, he won't harm him.

At least I hope.

With anxious sigh, I go over to look at myself in the floor-length mirror in the corner.

I don't like what I see.

I'm draped in Zacan's color.

The color of all the blood he's spilled.

I feel like it's a statement that he thinks he can control me.

But I'll have to keep them on unless I want to wait here naked.

Not that they're much better than that.

When the door opens, I jump, startled.

Zacan comes in, filling the room with his awful aura.

"Where's Oliver?" I ask, cutting to the chase.

"He's fine."

"That's not an answer."

"Didn't anyone ever tell you it's rude to talk back to an Alpha?" he glares, walking towards me.

I back up, not wanting him anywhere close to me.

"They did. But I don't like to listen," I bite back.

"Evidently. But if you did you'd be so much more pleasant, wouldn't you?"

"My job isn't to be pleasant for you. Give me my son."

I'm getting angry now, if I wasn't already before.

I've had enough of his bullshit.

No sooner have the words left my mouth is he slamming me against the wall, a large clawed hand wrapping around my neck.

The back of my head throbs from the impact and I wince, blinking a few times to try and regain my senses.

His bright green eyes are boring into mine, glowing as his wolf simmers below the surface.

"If you want to see him again, then you'll drop the attitude and very carefully consider what I'm about to say," he growls.

I swallow nervously, keeping my mouth shut as I nod to avoid causing any more problems.

I've always had a bad temper but now's not the time to let it show. He takes his hand off my neck once it's clear I've calmed.

"As you're already aware, I know that Oliver is my son. My advisors have all agreed on the matter and I won't hear any more of your stories. Which is why I have a proposal for you," his eyes are alight with strange fervor, which tells me that I won't like this one bit.

"I don't want Oliver to live without his mother, either. So become my mate. My Luna. You, Oliver and I can be a family. You will be treated far better than the other Omegas, and Oliver will be provided with the proper resources to become the Alpha he is destined to be as my heir."

Oh, he's got to be joking.

Become his what?

He's insane if he thinks I'll agree to this... to letting him basically take me prisoner and brainwash my son.

"What if I refuse?" I test the waters.

Distaste becomes evident on the alpha's face.

"The way I see it, he's a child and you're an Omega. Neither of your opinions matter."

"Then why did you call it a proposal?" I glower back at him.

"You ungrateful bitch," he snaps.

"Proposals from your Alpha aren't to be rejected. Any Omega would be thanking their lucky stars to be in your position."

I look at him in disbelief.

"I'm supposed to feel lucky? Being forced to be your mate after what you did to me?"

He scoffs in annoyance like what I'm referring to is completely insignificant.

"The bottom line is, Omega, if you want to see your son again, you'll accept my offer. Think of your position. I have all the power here. I can make it so you never see him again if that's what you want."

My insides spark with panic at his words.

"No," I shake my head, my voice pleading. "N-No. Please no."

"Then say yes," he demands cruelly.

"Fine. Yes. Just let me have him," I nearly start to cry but I hold back the tears with all my might.

I'm acting weak enough as it is.

He smiles, pleased as if he's accomplished something of merit rather than threatening someone into doing what he wants.

"Then it is done," I look down, a horrible feeling spreading in my chest.

Everything... all the effort I put into hiding who Oliver's true father is, was all for naught.

It's over now.

We'll live our lives more controlled and trapped than we already were. 

He tells me to rest while I can, promising that I'll get to see Oliver tomorrow when we do the mating ceremony.

Zacan has pack matters to deal with right now, so he cannot stay the night with me, which I am oh so thankful for.

I'm sure I won't be able to sleep but I really couldn't if I had to lie next to him.

As he opens the door and before he can leave, I call out a question...

"Why me?" I ask. "Why me, all those years ago and why now?"

He's silent for a moment, thinking over his answer before he says...

"Because you are exquisite. And you are mine."

*

I watch as a golden band is fastened around my wrist, designed to complement the one Zacan wears.

The whole pack has gathered to watch our mating ceremony and I want to hide in a hole.

I spot Oliver in the crowd, watching with wide, bewildered eyes.

This must be a lot for him.

The priest recites the laws of our union but I don't bother to listen. All

I can think about is the fact that I'm being forced to be the Luna of the man I hate most in the world.

The man that I'd like to see six feet under, if that was possible.

A dark, evil part of me whispers to kill him.

But I know I would never have to courage to.

I guess I'm all bark and no bite.

How pathetic.

Once our vows are done, Zacan leads me down the aisle and everyone stares at us in uncertainty.

It's not like I know what's going on any more than they do.

Some give me judging looks.

I try to ignore them.

They don't realize I'd trade places with them in an instant if I could.

At the banquet, I'm finally able to talk to Oliver.

I take my boy into my arms and he buries his face in my stomach.

"Mama," he cries, hugging me so tight it hurts.

He's already getting so strong.

"I'm here, baby. Are you okay? Did they hurt you?"

He shakes his head, sniffling and relief floods through me.

"I was just scared. I never had to sleep without you before," he whimpers.

"I'm sorry, Oli. I'm so sorry," I stroke his hair, rocking him gently in my hold.

"Will you sleep with me tonight?" he asks hopefully, looking up at me with swollen eyes, presumably from crying all night.

I wish I could say yes.

But it's the night of the mating ceremony.

I'll have to spend it with Zacan, which I am dreading more than anything.

"Soon, okay? I'll talk to Alpha Zacan," I try to reassure him but he looks anything but.

[tendouluvr]

not telling them you’re pregnant - f!reader

- fluff, sliiiight angst maybe

- characters: suna, sakusa, semi

- warnings: pregnancy (i don’t go into detail of giving birth or anything), cravings, morning sickness aka throwing up, two mention of the act of sex in semi’s, some cursing

- wc: 1.4k, 888, 946

a/n: it’s f!reader cuz pregnancy but there’s no specific pronouns/gendered terms used

also idk how suna got so long, he was the last one i wrote for bc i couldnt think of anything lmao

[2. iwaizumi, atsumu, kageyama]

SUNA

#! suna has been practicing late into the night the past few weeks

#! there’s a big game coming up and the entire team is feeling the pressure and adrenaline from the crunch time

#! you haven’t been feeling too good lately, a lot heavier and more tired than usual

#! thinking it was just stress from work and the missing presence of your boyfriend, you pushed through it and thought it would go away in the next few days

#! unfortunately, luck wasn’t on your side and you started to get sudden needs to throw up

#! it didn’t take you long to realize why your physical and mental drive have been down lately

#! you’re pregnant

#! or you believe you are

#! you bought a few tests, some of different brands so you can have a variety, and headed home to confirm your suspicion

#! a few minutes later, staring back at you was multiple positive symbols and the bolded ‘PREGNANT’s

#! taking a few deep breaths, you decided to tell suna tonight once he comes home

#! you thought it was better to let him know as soon as possible

#! it wouldn’t hurt anyone plus the faster you rip the bandaid off, the easier it’ll be to deal with it

#! so you waited

#! and waited

#! until 11pm that night, when suna finally came through the front door

#! “tarō! how was practice? can we talk?” you hurriedly greeted him

#! he was taken aback, not expecting you to be right beside him and in his ear as soon as he came in

#! of course you weren’t, you made sure to put some space in between you and him

#! but suna was stressed and tired, so everything is intensified to him at the moment

#! “can you back up?” he mumbled, pushing his way from in front of you to walk to the kitchen

#! “oh, sorry. can we talk?” you sheepishly smiled, hoping he would say yes

#! you’re not blind, you can tell that suna was tired but you really didn’t wanna put this off

#! you were just gonna tell him, he gets surprised, you both talk it out, and then go to bed and continue figuring things out tomorrow morning

#! but before any of that can happen, suna bluntly told you, “no. i’m tired. i’m sure whatever it is isn’t a big deal. can it be tomorrow? i wanna sleep.”

#! you didn’t get to answer before he was already walking away to the bedroom

#! understanding where he was coming from, you mentally agreed to talk to him tomorrow. one day wouldn’t change anything and you’ve seen plenty of people not tell their partners until a few weeks in

#! he was right, it wasn’t a big deal (yet)

#! so you waited until tomorrow

#! and waited

#! and once again, he came home late

#! “hey! can we quickly talk, babe?”

#! “i’m tired. tomorrow, okay?”

#! “oh, okay. night, rin!”

#! “g’night.”

#! night came and there was still no talk

#! this continued on for about 2 weeks, you finally choosing to not care anymore and just let him find out whenever he finds out

#! technically, you could’ve just blurted out a simple, “i’m pregnant.” any point during your nightly five seconds conversations

#! but seeing that he really was tired, springing it onto him would either put him in a full body shock for three days or he just doesn’t fully process your words until three days after

#! a month has passed, your stomach was still barely showing like most women at their one month mark

#! you decided to book an appointment for a checkup, it’ll be while suna’s at practice

#! and that doctor appointment was the exact reason suna found out

#! he was at practice when komori entered the gym

#! he had a doctor’s appointment for his annual checkup, and that’s where he saw you

#! you didn’t see komori, busy reading the directory to find your way to the right office

#! but he saw you on the way out. seeing that you looked a bit busy, he chose not to greet you and just quickly walk to his car lmao why is this funny to me

#! entering the gym, he greeted everyone and apologized for his tardiness even though it was excused

#! walking up to suna, he tapped him on the shoulder and quietly told him, “i saw yn at the hospital earlier. it’s been awhile since we all got together huh, they looked a bit different.”

#! ok so komori, being the smart person he is, deducted that you were pregnant when he saw your finger pointing at the ob/gyn office

#! and he genuinely thought suna knew so his comment was suppose to be a small joke that was meant to tease suna and his sex life

#! suna, however, was confused

#! look different? did you get surgery?

#! “what do you mean?”

#! komori rolled his eyes and gave a sweet smile at suna, “congrats you two! when were you gonna tell the rest of us?”

#! suna: 👨‍🦲 huh

#! “are you guys not pregnant?” he blinked at suna’s frozen reaction

#! suna became unresponsive so komori just walked away mumbling to himself about being sure he read the sign right

#! a loud whistle blew and it shook suna out of his daze, everyone got ready to play a practice game of 3 vs 3 while suna ran over to the coach

#! “hey coach, um i think there’s an emergency at home. can i go? ok thanks.”

#! his coach just stares after him as he sprints off, you think? is there an emergency or not?

#! suna quickly drove home, he may or may not have speed a little, and entered the apartment

#! “yn? baby?” he called out only to be greeted back with silence

#! probably still at the hospital....what were you doing there? he thought to himself while rummaging around the house to find anything that could give him somewhat of an idea

#! he was digging around in the bedroom when you came home, his head so frenzied he didn’t hear the front door open

#! but you heard the ruckus from the bedroom and immediately went into fight or flight

#! panicking, you took out your phone to call suna while quietly opening the front door to make your way back out before the intruder catches you

#! the phone rang and rang until it was picked up. “suna?” you whisper-yelled into the speaker. you had a habit of calling him by his last name when you were freaking out. he noticed and was equally alarmed

#! “what’s wrong?” he whispered back just as panicked

#! “there’s someone in our apartment. can you come home?”

#! “huh? oh, are you home?” he cackles into the phone speaker making you move the phone away from your ear, “it’s me, sweets, c’mere.”

#! you warily walked on your tiptoes over to your bedroom, peeking your head in and what a surprise, it is suna

#! “jackass! why are you home?!”

#! “why didn’t you tell me?” he cut straight to the point

#! “huh?”

#! “you’re pregnant. when were you gonna tell me?” his voice sounding stern, but the quiet smile dancing on his face tells a different story

#! “i tried.”

#! “huh? what do you mean?”

#! “all those times i asked if we could talk. i was trying to tell you.”

#! his heart dropped, eyebrows furrowing, while he stared you down

#! suna became unresponsive once again, standing there trying to think back to the first time you asked him

#! two weeks ago

#! “i’m sorry,” he quietly whispers

#! “hm? i..it’s fine....i was a bit sad, but i’m over it. at least you know now,” you casually shrugged it off like it wasn’t a big deal

#! “no. i shouldn’t have pushed you aside like that. even if you weren’t pregnant, even if you had just wanted to tell me about some stupid video you saw that day, i shouldn’t have told you off. i’m sorry, i love you a lot and you deserve so much better.”

#! “tarō, shut up. i accept your apology and i forgive you, now make it up to me by giving me a back massage while i show you the ultrasound pictures!”

#! he kisses you before lifting you up bridal style making his way to the bed

SAKUSA

#! contrary to popular beliefs, sakusa is not an obsessive germaphobe who finds everything disgusting but you

#! he wouldn’t be playing volleyball if he was that afraid of germs,,,,,

#! yes, he cringes if random little kids grab onto him after games because 1) he’s drenched in sweat and that feeling is not fun

#! 2) he doesn’t even know themmm

#! and 3) he wanna go home

#! but sakusa loves you and if you happened to get pregnant, he would love your kid(s) just the same

#! however, he never told you this. he never really had a reason to voice this out loud

#! so when you actually did get pregnant, you were confused

#! the only interactions between sakusa and kids you’ve seen multiple times were the moments between him and his fans

#! you guys have been to family parties and his nieces, nephews, and cousins looooves him

#! maybe it’s the fact that he’s a tall looming giant and they just want to climb

#! but besides those moments, you don’t recall him ever telling you upfront that he wants children of his own

#! and the constant stress and pressure he always seem to be working around also doesn’t help reassure you in any way

#! being an athlete for a living means always watching your body, health, and looks for the cameras (but omi could care less about the last thing)

#! he also has to make sure whether or not he’s working well with his teammates, practice and improve on anything he’s having problems with, and deal with atsumu’s dramatic ass

#! you’re an overthinker and because of that, all of these reasons were just reasons for you to postpone the pregnancy news to your long term boyfriend

#! it wasn’t too hard anyway, considering practice runs late sometimes and he’s busy majority of the time doing other stuff

#! when you guys do have alone time together, you both are so focused on one another that you actually forget that you’re pregnant and you never told him

#! you’re about to hit the three months mark now — time goes by fast — and sakusa has noticed you and your body changing

#! at first he just thought you were going through a phase of cravings and a bit of bloating, so he didn’t mention it and just let you be

#! he never got to witness you getting morning sickness because he goes on early runs or he was just out doing morning errands so he wouldn’t have to deal with it later that day

#! so when he caught you in the kitchen cutting up a lemon, the last thing he was expecting you to do was bring the lemon directly up to your mouth

#! “uh, what are you doing?” his deep voice caught you off guard, effectively stopping the hand that was holding the lemon

#! you just stare at him, not wide-eyed, not surprised, just stare

#! “eating a lemon.”

#! “i can see that.... why exactly?”

#! “dunno, the baby i guess.” you casually shrugged it off before popping the lemon slice into your mouth

#! “ah-,” he opened his mouth to stop you from eating the lemon, your words not fully processing in his mind, but cut off midway and froze when he finally realized

#! hearing him pause like that made you suddenly remembered that you never told him you were pregnant

#! you slowly turned back to look at him, mouth still slowly chewing the lemon slices

#! a moment of silence later, he unfreezes and just starts stiffly walking towards you

#! he grabbed you by the shoulders, made you look him in the eyes, before whispering, “you’re pregnant?!”

#! “y-yes..”

#! his eyes were wide, black pupils expanding as he stared you down, his lips slowly curving into a small smile

#! “you’re pregnant....,” he whispers, mainly to himself, hugging your head into his chest

#! “mhm, get off me i’m trying to eat,” you gently pushed him off but he wouldn’t budge

#! “omiiii please, if you get off i’ll give you a slice,” you tried bribing him. he couldn’t tell if you were being serious or just teasing

#! “no.”

#! “um ok, two slices?”

#! “no.”

#! “omi!”

#! he giggles before opening his arms to let you go

#! “why didn’t you tell me?”

#! you didn’t reply right away, making him start to overthink

#! did you not want the baby? or did you not want a kid with him? did you not want to be with him anymore? or was it not his?!

#! he childishly shakes his head side to side at the last question. he knew you wouldn’t do that

#! but you were still silent, making him nervously glance at you from the side

#! “sorry, piece of lemon stuck in my teeth. i just forgot to tell you,” the words easily flowing out of your mouth nonchalantly

#! sakusa’s fingers were literally about to start twitching from anxiousness beside you

#! a sigh of relief was heard from him and you turned to look at him

#! “you okay?”

#! he doesn’t answer, just gives you a smile and goes back to hugging you from behind

SEMI

#! you were currently sitting on the couch in your shared apartment waiting for semi to come home

#! he’s been on tour for a few months now, you both kept in touch by facetiming, texting, calling, and any other methods of virtual communication

#! you would tune into the live recording of all of his performances when you had time so you could watch him

#! a few weeks into tour, you suddenly felt different than usual but shook it off as nothing and probably just you missing your boyfriend

#! you believed that until one morning you were woken up by the sudden urge to throw up, dashing to the restroom as fast as your drowsy body can go

#! it was then that you realized you might be pregnant

#! the night before semi left, you both had sex to enjoy your last few hours together before he had to leave for a few months

#! with the new realization, you quickly dressed yourself to make a short trip to the store to pick up some tests

#! after half an hour of looking at yourself in the mirror, trying to wrap your head around this, you finally opened the first box

#! a few minutes later, all 5 tests were lined up on the bathroom counter showing positive

#! you stared at the tests, trying to make sure you weren’t reading it wrong

#! once you began to understand the responsibility of being pregnant a few hours later, you made a mental note to go out and buy some food for yourself the next day

#! you decided to sleep off the rest of that day

#! through all of the facetime calls with semi, you never once told him you were pregnant

#! you knew that if you told him he would freak out and either demand to go back home, or stay but all of his attention would be on you being pregnant alone at home for the rest of the tour

#! so here you are now, sitting with a 4 1/2 months baby bump waiting for your beloved to come home

#! it was around 6pm when the front door opened, sounds of shuffling bags and heavy steps could be heard from the musician

#! he cursed under his breath when he almost tripped over a duffle bag with some of his loungewear, calling out for you as he walks further into the apartment, “baby? i’m home!”

#! he was about to speak up again when he saw you asleep on the couch

#! bouncing his way over, he got onto his knees at the edge of the couch to observe your face. god i miss you, he thought to himself

#! he gently shakes you awake, you jolted in surprise not knowing you fell asleep in the first place

#! “hmm- what?,” soft murmurs falling from your lips as you adjusted your eyes at your surrounding

#! “eita!” he grinned at you, both of you pulling each other into a hug

#! “fuck, i miss you so much.” he whispered into your ears before placing his face into your neck

#! “i miss you more.” you tightened your grip around him making him move up on the couch to get more comfortable

#! you both moved around until he had you cradled in between him, your back against his chest

#! his hands going under your his shirt to caress you there when his movements stopped right on top of your stomach

#! it was silent as his warm hands rubbed your stomach in circles, the gears turning in his head

#! “are you- you feel- why’s your tum so round and hard?” he quizzically asked, still rubbing your stomach

#! “pregnant.” your voice a low whisper, he almost didn’t catch it

#! “what?”

#! “pregnant.” you repeated, a bit louder this time

#! “huh?”

#! “pregnant!” you sighed, moving his hand so you can get off of him

#! he grabs your wrist to stop you from walking away and turns you to look at him

#! “you’re pregnant?!”

#! “i just said that. yes.”

#! you knew you sounded blunt and a bit mean, it wasn’t his fault he doesn’t know at all, but your hormones have been making you crankier and it’s out of your control

#! “sorry. yes, i’m pregnant.”

#! his eyes continuously darts up and down from your eyes to your bump

#! “how long?”

#! “since you left.”

#! “was it the night before?” he was referring to your act of intimacy the night before he left

#! “yea.”

#! “wow. why didn’t you tell me?”

#! “because.”

#! “‘cuz what?”

#! “because i know you. you would either stop touring and come home, or stay but lose focus. i was just trying to not distract you because i know how important your career is to you. and because i thought that you’ll be having a six months break after this tour before your next comeback, i would tell you when you came home. i’m sorry if you’re ma-,”

#! “i’m not mad. oh don’t cry, babe, look at me.”he carefully cups your face, “it’s okay, it’s okay. i get why you kept it from me. and now that i have no schedule for the next six months, i can be there for you until the end of your pregnancy and the beginning of our baby’s life alright?”

#! you weakly nodded against his palms, and he brings you back down to lay your head on his chest as you both softly talk about the past months without each other

[babyboy-cody]

Literally your Grayson smut has me GONE 😵‍💫😵‍💫 can I ask for like anything that has to do with Gray fingering reader with his arm across the back of the couch and his lips against your ear with dirty talk???? Love you!

okay you’ve officially KILLED ME 😮‍💨

It had been Kristina and yours idea to have a movie night/fort. While the twins were reluctant, seeing the excitement on their girls’ faces was enough for them to help create the giant fort in the living room. Kristina and Ethan chose their spot on the floor in front of yours and Grayson’s spot on the couch. The four of you had your own assortment of snacks so that there wasn’t the continuous interruption of the movie when one of you needed to get up and get another snack.

The layout of the separate forts were quite simple. For Ethan and Kristina’s fort, couch cushions were placed behind and on either side of them with a large blanket covering the top. The cushions were big enough for them to sit underneath without their heads touching the blanket. Yours and Grayson’s fort had tall cushions on either side with a bigger blanket covering the top, sides, as well as the back of the couch. The lights were all off and the sun had already set - the only source of light being from the huge television hung on the wall above the fireplace.

Halfway through the movie, Grayson had gotten a little bored and started getting distracted by his own thoughts. He subtly turned his head to look down at you, his thoughts suddenly being overcome by you. The soft hues of light coming from the television made you look angelic that it nearly took his breath away. With your beautifully curled eyelashes, the soft slope of your nose, your parted lips as your entire focus was on the movie playing - every single thing about you enticed him. He couldn’t stop himself from lowering his head until his lips were at your ear to huskily whisper, “You’re so pretty.”

Almost immediately, your attention was pulled away from the movie and was focused on the handsome man beside you. You felt your cheeks warm up as your breathing stuttered. “Pay attention to the movie,” you softly whispered and nudged him with your elbow. Grayson loved how shy you got when you were complimented, especially when it came from him. He was obsessed with the effect he had on you.

“How could I when you’re sitting next to me?” He whispered in your ear again, watching closely when you squirmed closer to him. “You don’t understand how hard it is not to fuck you right here.”

You muffled your gasp and looked up at him in shock at how vulgar he was being, especially with company around. He has a smug grin on his face as he licks his lips. Under the blanket splayed across both your laps, he placed his right hand on your inner thigh and slowly spreads them.

“Think you can keep quiet for me, pretty girl?” He huskily asked in your ear, lightly nipping your earlobe and relishing in the way you shivered. You frantically nodded and bit your lip as you gripped the blanket to make sure it doesn’t slide down. There was a lump in your throat and a rush of butterflies in your stomach. It dawned on you that Grayson was seriously going to finger you while Ethan and Kristina were a few feet away.

He applied the slightest pressure against the crotch of your shorts. He rubbed agonizingly slow circles, hard enough for you to feel those sparks of pleasure. Your lips part to let out a choked and soft gasp. Grayson chuckles quietly in your ear before whispering, “That feel good?” And you nod frantically while eagerly spreading your thighs more open. It was embarrassing how desperate you seemed, but every little thing Grayson did always made you desperate. “If I slide my hand down these little shorts, are you gonna be wet for me?”

“M-Maybe..” you let out a shy giggle, barely flinching when a loud explosion erupts from the movie. “Why don’t you see for yourself?”

He immediately slides his large and veiny hand under the waistband of your shorts, pressing his fingers back against the crotch of your panties this time - the fabric so damp and sticking to your dripping pussy. Grayson lets out a muffled groan that he hides in your hair. Somehow, the thought of getting caught didn’t scare you anymore. It just amped up the excitement.

“You’re dripping through these fucking panties,” he huffs a small laugh of disbelief, his hot breath hitting your ear and making you shiver once again. “Take off your shorts.” To your dismay, he pulls his hand out and gets himself comfortable - legs spread, body slouched, left arm never once moving from behind your shoulders on the back of the couch. Hastily pulling off your shorts, you readjusted the blanket until it covered yours and Grayson’s lap, as well as spreading your thighs to its original position. His hand goes right back between them and nestles against your clothed cunt. He can feel the outline of your pussy lips against the thin fabric and the small button of your clit beginning to swell.

Kristina and Ethan suddenly let out boisterous laughter after a particular funny scene, briefly scaring you at the possibility if one or both of them coming out if their fort and catching you and Grayson. His long fingers start rubbing your clit a little faster, now applying harder pressure for you to feel that tingly sensation. You rest your head back on his arm, your hips barely twitching against his hand. He whispers a small “fuck” in your ear, very slowly and finally sliding his hand into your panties to gain perfect access to your bare pussy.

Your brows furrowed and bitten lips parted, your face contorting into one of relief. Grayson couldn’t believe how wet you were until he dipped his fingers down to scoop some of your slick. He can almost here the obscene wet noises of his fingers rubbing all over your click to spread your wetness. You hastily grabbed onto his wide wrist, nails digging into his tanned and hairy skin.

With his lips against your ear, in a husky and gruff voice, he mumbles, “Just lay back and let daddy do what he does best.” Almost instantly, he began rubbing frantic circles on your swollen clit, applying just the right amount of pressure that has your eyes rolling back and pussy clenching around nothing. He’s rubbing you just right - it’s almost too much but not enough. The hood of your clit just barely pulled back until your bundle of nerves was fully exposed. The pads of Grayson’s fingers pressed down against it and it has your stomach bursting with butterflies. More slick pools out of you as you fight back your moans. With one hand around his moving wrist, the other clamps down over your mouth.

“I can’t wait to fuck you nice and hard when this movie ends,” Grayson cockily tells you, pulling away to look at your expression. His pupils have expanded from arousal. He never once let up the speed of his fingers on your inflamed cunt. He rubs much faster and harder, loving how hard it is for you not to let out your pleasure filled squeals and moans. Your hips began bucking more freely against his hand. “You want my fingers inside, pretty girl?”

“Yes yes yes yes,” you quietly babbled incoherently as your clit throbbed erratically, the tingles spreading like a wildfire throughout your lower-half. Your toes curled when Grayson roughly shoves his middle and ring fingers inside your cunt, the burning stretch making your eyes cross as you let out a pretty loud gasp that was thankfully silenced by a couple arguing on the screen. He starts fucking your pussy with his fingers, crooking them and rubbing your g-spot perfectly. The palm of his hand presses and rubs your clit. Both sensations has your mind turning to mush.

“You’re just soaking all over my fingers, aren’t you?” He softly asks in a condescending way. You can now hear the sopping wet noises of his fingers fucking your insides. You didn’t realize how loud it was.

“Yo, can you both stop making out please?” Ethan shouted from his spot in his own fort, immediately making your eyes open and thighs shutting around Grayson’s hand and wrist. “It’s loud as fuck! And gross!”

“My bad, bro,” Grayson lets out a full belly laugh and doesn’t stop the come hither motions of his fingers. He looks down at you with a grin wide enough for you to see the jewel on his canine tooth. He silently raised his brows at you as if challenging you to say something. He pulls his fingers out from your tightening cunt, just as you’re on the cusp of a strong orgasm, and he goes back to rubbing your clit at a fast pace. Your mouth falls open and your head falls back against his arm again. You’re holding onto his arm with both hands now to ground yourself. He leans in close to your face, his floppy hair brushing against your temple. “Are you gonna cum, angel?”

At the sight of your frantic nodding and heavy panting, he rubs faster and harder. And then you felt it. The wave getting higher and higher and higher. Your toes curled as you practically humped his hand like a dog in heat. When that wave finally crashed down, you had to bury your face in Grayson’s neck. He gruffly groans and shoves his middle and ring fingers back inside your pussy, feeling your walls contracting around them to keep your orgasm going. He slows his fingers to a stop before gently rubbing your overstimulated clit with his thumb. When you let out a small whimper against neck, he presses a quick kiss to your forehead and pulls his fingers out of you.

“You still wanna fuck later?” He bluntly asks you, staring at his pruned fingers coated in your cum.

You elbowed him with a quiet laugh. “How could I refuse that offer?”

He side eyes you - a gesture he always does because it makes you blush - and slowly licks his fingers into his mouth, letting out a deep moan only you can hear. Suddenly, the movie pauses and Ethan announced, “I need to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” You quickly grabbed the couch pillow and held it against your chest to hide your still fast breathing. You always shut your thighs and move them into a criss-cross position, stifling a gasp at the ache in and around your pussy. Grayson licks his lips and subtly wipes his mouth with the back of his wrist just as Ethan stands and looks at you both.

“No more making out!” He points at you both.

You and Grayson look at each other, both of you hiding a smirk before looking at Ethan. When you both nod in agreement, watching as he leaves to the bathroom, you lean over to whisper in Grayson’s ear, “Can I suck your dick?”

[glorified-red]

Hi red! Could I get hcs with Damian? How reader and titus interact? Like do you think Titus wouldn’t like you, he would adore you at first sight,etc etc. thank you and stay safe

Thanks for the request my love! Damian needs some love today >:) I am absolutely not a dog person, yet another way the universe is trying to keep Damian and I separated. I could probably go on a huge rant about Alfred the cat simply because I am a cat person.

Damian and Titus

word count: 1080~

warnings: none

Thanks go out to @littleredwing89 and @offendedfishnoises for explaining to me how dogs work. AND a very very special thanks to @a-sketchy-jedi for one of Damians pet names for the reader, I went with a gender neutral one but I appreciated learning from you!

Titus is incredibly well-trained by Damian, he viewed it as a bonding exercise between him and the dog, but most importantly: a necessity

Damian trained the dog to become a protection dog after Bruce initially trained the dog to be a guard dog, so Titus is well versed in both, putting police dogs to shame

When Titus is around Damian, his primary objective is to protect his owner at all costs

This means Titus would much rather stay beside Damian than attack the offending person

However, if Damian wishes and commands him, Titus will attack anyone without a second thought, its the guard dog instinct in him

Titus won't really attack unless he either gets the command or has a reason to, his default is just calm and silent

So when you come along, the first meeting with Titus is a little worse than expected

When you first walk into the Manor to meet up with Damian, Titus is hot at his heels, silently watching you

Nothing happened at first, Titus was just sitting down beside Damian as you two said hello

But the second you went for a hug or a kiss, Titus was immediately peeved

He forced you off of Damian and positioned himself protectively in front of your lover, growling lowly with his ears back

Poor Titus was just a little confused because he had never seen you two kiss, and hugs look suspicious when not given by the batfam

Didn't make the huge dog any less terrifying, the forceful jump was enough to leave you scared considering how tall the Great Dane could get

Damian was mortified

Absolutely mortified

He wasn't mad at Titus, it was a simple mistake that can be solved with a bit more training, he did his job so why punish it?

But the fact that Titus jumped on you? Damian was honestly terrified you’d just walk out and refuse to be close to the dog

The last thing he wants is his two favorite companions not getting along, the thought alone scares him, he doesn't want to chose between the two of you

Damian quickly calms Titus down, going as far as squatting down in front of the dog so he could easily reassure Titus and position himself between you two in case Titus jumps again

“I apologize Ayni, I am positive he will grow to love you as much as I have, he just needs time.”

Little by little Titus will warm up to you, its pretty slow going but Damian seems to trust you and that should be enough for the dog

Damian will insist on you spending quality time with the dog, whether it be accompanying Dami as he walks the dog or petting the dog during movie nights

It takes a couple tries before Damian lets you roughhouse with the Great Dane, he doesn't want to destroy all the progress you've made, and he absolutely doesn't want to see you get jumped on again

Eventually -with the help of some treats- Titus will love playing with you, the gruff exterior melting away once he sees you (very similar to a certain someone)

Titus will become the dorkiest dog you’ve ever met, insisting he can still be a lap dog even when he's a giant, easily crushing you and Dami

If you shrug the dog off of you, Titus will just huff on collapse on your feet, crushing your precious toes under his weight

Damian will smile and softly explain to you that its a sign of love and affection

Get used to Titus rubbing his nose against your hand, you thought you were just a human tissue box, but Damian likes to believe Titus just loves you

He won't hesitate to spit out random dog facts either, whenever Titus does something specific that is

Once, Titus exposed his stomach to you and Damian, wanting a few glorious pets

“He trusts you,” Damian would say softly, gently guiding your hand to the dogs stomach

It was an amazing moment, one full of admiration because finally you got in the dogs good graces

Now the dog will never stop asking for your pets

He loves his owner with all his heart, but you give great pets and he wants them, Titus will go as far as to huff whenever you stop petting him

Titus will even tap you with his paw just to silently ask for more pets at random times of the day

Damian will never admit it, but the nights when Titus joins you for cuddles while he's at patrol, he gets a little jealous of the dog

He makes up for it by placing himself in between you two when he gets back with a subtle pout, Titus just huffs and curls up against Damian while Damian holds you

Most nights, Titus sleeps on the floor of Damians room, the protection dog in him forcing him to sleep in the corner with a full view of everything: the two of you on the bed, the window, and the doors

Damian trusts the dog to alert him if there is an intruder, so it’s very easy for him to fall asleep beside you

The last -and final- step in the bond between you and Titus, is the dog getting as protective of you as he is of Damian

That means the dog won't hesitate to perk up in the middle of the night if he hears something, barking to alert you two

Damian will go investigate (Titus knows the bat families' step sequences so he won't be barking at insomniatic bats - I’m looking at you Tim) before hushing you back to sleep, “It was nothing, my love, go back to sleep.”

You can even bring Titus with you when you go out around Gotham, the dog is now completely comfortable protecting you, growling at attackers, getting in front of you like he would with Damian, it warms your heart all the same

The subtleties of Titus’ protection is adorable

He’ll tug at your clothes gently to steer you away from trouble or guide you places

But the most adorable action of all is one he learned from you and Damian

Whenever Damian gets too worked up, frustrated or otherwise, you’ll calmly rest your hand on his knee or hand, sometimes even laying your head on his shoulder to ground him

Titus will comfort you by doing the same, laying his head gently on your knee

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@bungunz

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[lilacprincessofrecovery]

A Stark Halloween Party // Tony Stark x Plus Size Reader

Word Count: 1788 Warning: Light insecurity

There's this one girl. She wasn't a girl. She was a woman. She was bigger than other women. She was different. She loved herself. That's what drew big time tech billionare Tony Stark to her. He liked that she was confident. She was sometimes sarcastic under her breath when she thought no one could hear her. Tony realized that she was very similar to him. Tony didn't treat her like he treated Pepper. Pepper had actually decided to go to a law firm instead of working with Tony.

He knew y/n would be slower than Pepper in heels. He would only order her to stand beside him and write his work notes while he was in his lab. She would make him laugh. That wasn't easy for him since the New York incident. He loved to see her every day at 10am. Being confident was a great thing to be around Tony Stark.

Another thing about him, Tony always loved parties. No disaster would get him down when it came to a celebration or charity. Halloween was a big shen-dig for him. He was a man who liked costumes, too. He made everyone's costumes better yet he had someone else make the costumes; not that he didn't have an idea of the costumes but he couldn't sew. He decided after the computer generated the costumes to go and switch them up himself and give everyone Tony Stark appointed costumes.

He had called everyone in the compound to the main conference room. Everyone was surprised that Tony called everyone since there was nothing on the news or on the tv monitors hanging around the place, lately. He explained that he wanted to throw a Halloween bash. He started giving everyone their costumes and that their outfits will be sent to them when they get made. It was 2 weeks until Halloween. He could do it. He even thought about making them dress up as each other but after he chuckled about that he decided to go with traditional costumes.

Tony named off announcing the costumes explaining he used a generator so they won't guess he chose legitimately to give him and y/n similar matching costumes. or get annoyed if they didn't like the costumes he picked.

Steve. Sailor.

Natasha. Angel.

Y/n. Princess.

Clint. Ghost Face.

Thor. Pro Wrestler.

Peter Parker. Vampire.

Sam. Police Officer.

Scott. Devil.

Rhodey. Storm Trooper.

Wanda. Jessica Rabbit. (Mostly because of the hair)

Vision. Michael Myers.

Bucky. Werewolf.

Happy. Superman.

Loki. Plague Doctor.

and himself. Prince Charming.

It was a bit harder than he thought to give them all costumes. They all practically live in costumes. He chose the most ironic costumes he could. He however made sure he and y/N were matching. He wouldn't tell he didn't generate the costumes. Only FRIDAY knows.

Once everyone got their costumes, they're of course was arguements of why they got the costume they got. Tony rolled his eyes. "Deal with it." He smiled at y/N and went and left to go to his office. He ordered a famous designer to create the costumes except the princess one. He wanted to design that one himself.

"I can't believe I'm even coming to this party," Loki complained.

"Your face will be covered, Brother," Thor responded.

Loki groaned.

"I am stronger than any wrestler," Thor thinks. "I do not trust technology."

Steve looked at Natasha. "I considered joining the marines. I preferred to be an army soldier though."

Natasha was in shock and crossed her arms. "I am no angel. I would rather be a ninja."

Steve chuckles, "Tony's not going to change his mind."

Natasha rolled her eyes, "I blame the computer more than him."

Wanda looked to Steve and Natasha, "My costume is the most sexist outfit..."

Vision looks at her with a soft smile, "I would love to see you in that costume."

Wanda then forgets all her worries about being so sexy and caresses his cheek, "You ok with your costume babe?"

Vision nods, "I will wear whatever is given. I haven't ever celebrated Halloween before."

Wanda smiles, "Ok."

Vision tilts his head, "Who is Michael Myers?"

Wanda calmly describes the psycho to him.

Vision thinks, "I see..." He said that a lot.

Scott looks to Clint, "I'm just glad to be a part of this team."

Clint nodded, "I was going to take my kids trick-or-treating this year..."

Scott laughed, "Well maybe it won't be on actual Halloween."

Clint nodded, "Hope so." He wasn't too fond of his costume. The devil? Really? He disapproved.

Natasha looked at Clint, "Really? you think you got it bad? I've never worn a dress before. A white one at that."

"Computers aren't against you," Happy interrupted Nat and Clint.

Happy liked the idea of being Superman. Finally, he is a superhero like everyone else around him.

Happy looked at Peter who was over excited for being invited to his first Avenger/Tony/"Adult" party. "Are you alright kid?"

Peter nods and flops down on the couch. "Oh yeah. I am excited! I also love that Tony is making our costumes. He always makes me great costumes. You think I can invite MJ? and/or Ned? Do you think Mr. Stark would mind?"

Happy shrugged, "I don't think he would mind."

Bucky was quiet standing in a corner not caring either which way. but trying to think of what a werewolf costume would look like.

Rhodey thought a storm trooper would be cool. Star Wars is a classic afterall.

Sam was neutral about his outfit. He didn't care one way or another about being a police officer. He was trying to imagine himself in it. He could be a police officer. He loved helping people and saving the day. He felt like a police officer anyway. Just with the metal wings.

y/N was being quiet. She was worried now that her costume wouldn't fit once Tony gives it to her. Talk about embarassing. She hurriedly rushed up to her room to avoid anyone else. She wasn't an insecure person since middle school. She was surprised her confidence was currently faltering.

"Looks like the computer thinks you and I should match," She bumps into Tony.

"Tony... I didn't see you... sorry," y/n told him.

"Are you alright?" Tony arched his brow.

"I was wondering if... maybe I could pick my own costume. I mean I'll still be a princess... I just..."

"What are you afraid of... you don't want to match with me?"

"Tony... I'm not feeling well. I am going to my room," She left.

"Hmm... hey... y/N, wait!" Tony didn't understand why she wasn't happy or glad they matched.

She looked in the mirror and immediately went to bed after sighing loudly. She needed to get her mind off of the party. She wasn't even happy that she was even invited to one of the biggest shen-digs of the year.

She was very quiet during her work the following days. Tony was concerned. He had FRIDAY keep an eye on her for him. She was just anxious and didn't try to keep up with him anymore. She wasn't even wearing heels anymore.

The costumes came in from the designer. Tony already had everyone's measurements so he had sent them out. He didn't have y/n's so he tried scientifically to decide the size of her costume. She would never tell him or let him near her with a measuring tape. She would rather disappear than have ANY of the Avenger's Family know her size, especially Tony. She had a crush on her boss. Who wouldn't? He was Tony Freaking Stark. Tall, dark, handsome, rich, smart, and a superhero.

Everyone is glad how their costumes turned out. They fit just right and were amazing. Tony definitely appreciated the styles and the designs worth every penny. Everyone was happy with their costumes.

The night of the party y/n didn't come to the party hall. He went to her room and knocked on the door. She was crying on the edge of her bed with the dress in her lap, makeup running down her cheeks. "Why aren't you dressed?"

"I can't fit it."

"W... did you try it on?" She shrugs then sighs and shakes her head. "No..."

Tony just stared at her. "O....k. Come on I'll help you. If I have to wear poofy sleeves you have to wear the poofy dress."

She blushed nodding and stood up and he helped her dress into her costume, sucking in her stomach as much as she could so he doesn't see her 'girth'.

As a Prince and Princess, Tony and the reader smiling

"You look sexy in that costume," Tony smiled softly at her.

She blushed deep, "You're drunk and that's inappropriate Mr. Stark..."

"Call me Tony. Please... You've been here for 6 months... You're always with me. You know me better than anyone... You have pretty hair, y/n... and such soft, delicate figure... You are so beautiful. Now will you come downstairs and be with me at the party?"

She giggled, "We are at the party."

He smiled, "I made sure we matched."

"What...really?"

He nodded, "I wanted to be with you. I chose all the costumes. The generator was just me. Don't tell." He laughed. "You are my date on purpose."

y/N's eyes widened, "You wanted me to look like a giant marshmallow?"

Tony looked offended, "I wanted you to be mine."

"Wait... like me... and you?"

"Me and you..."

"What why? I'm not as hot as the other women you..."

"NEVER say you are less than anyone else. Where's the y/N I am used to that doesn't care what others think about how she looks? and Especially bimbos from my past. They don't matter. It's the past. This is the future." He takes her hand and puts a palm against her palm and smiles down at her.

" You know... you are such a catch. I'm attracted to you and all your beauty and snark. Yeah, I notice you. You have an old timey type of beauty like a princess... and I am your Prince. Well, I would call myself a King. You do everything for me. You know me better than anyone has ever..."

"He is so egotistical," Bucky said.

Tony rolled his eyes. "She is a Queen. My queen; not a princess."

Steve smiled soft. "She is sweet as can be. Princess was a perfect outfit for her. She better watch out for him. He will corrupt her." He laughs.

y/n grinned wide at Tony insecurities all gone and leans up and kisses him. "My Tony?"

"My y/N..." Tony kisses back passionately.

Everyone claps.

[thatslikely]

Seasons- G.W. Headcannons

dating George Weasley through the seasons

Warnings: mentions of food, but it's all fluff

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: just thought it would be fun! Let me know if you want this for any other characters!

George Taglist: @hufflepuff5972

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I recommend listening to this playlist while reading for the best experience!

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Winter

On the first snowfall of the season, you two definitely built an adorable little snowman, complete with coal eyes (you probably stole Ron's scarf for his neck). You told George about the muggle story Frosty the Snowman, and he tried to find a spell to recreate Frosty.

The next day, you two gradually started amassing a large snowman army. Inevitably, in the middle of construction, George betrayed you with an icy snowball to your back.

Naturally, this incited a five day-long snowball war that increasingly got more and more intense. George was surprisingly good at building sturdy snow forts, so you never really stood a chance against his defences. He could have probably constructed a 7 foot tall barricade in a matter of minutes!

Even if you two are locked in battle, he'll always take time to admire the way the white snowflakes rest in your hair so beautifully, as well as the fiery determination behind your eyes.

Fiesty battles aside, George always made sure that you were warm and cozy after a long day in the cold, making homemade hot cocoa using Molly's famous recipe.

One day, long after the ‘Snow Skirmish’, you convince him to go ice skating with you; he absolutely fell in love with it. For a while, he had to hold onto your arms for balance, which led to a lot of falls considering he's a giant compared to you.

Eventually he got the hang of it and you taught him how to play muggle hockey, which he picked up quite quickly. He eventually got all the Weasleys hooked, and they held weekly tournaments. You were always George's favorite cheerleader.

If he ever became a little too cocky, he'd fall face-first onto the hard ice, which always brought a small smile to your face. He always laughed with you, too.

On snowless days, however, you two went on 'expeditions', which entailed peaceful walks through the woods, hand-knitted gloves intertwined.

You'd always keep your eyes peeled for birds or foxes, and occasionally he swore he saw a yeti. You were surprised he never got Fred to dress up in a yeti suit, at least not yet.

Spring

One word: picnics.

You spent the majority of springtime down at the Burrow, enjoying the pleasant spring weather. There were huge multicolored flower fields surrounding George's childhood home, making it even more fitting for the season.

Some days, he'd take you down to the creek past the Burrow, and the two of you would stand ankle-deep in the cool, flowing water. Sometimes, if he was feeling a bit mischievious, he’d splash you with some of the refreshing water, you quickly returning the favor.

Occasionally, he'd try to catch a little leaping frog, holding it carefully in his big palms. He was enchanted by the tiny creature, and without fail, he always begged you to let him keep it.

"But Terrance needs a home! We can make him a terrarium and everything! Please?"

Some days, he'd take you up to the Tree, which laid on a soft, grassy hill in the middle of a luscious yellow flower field. A single tire swing hung from its burly and ancient branches.

Often times, he'd sit at the base of the trunk, either dozing off or humming a song from his youth. If you chose to sit with him, however, he'd braid your hair perfectly and pick some colorful flowers to accent it.

"My little Angel, you look so pretty with flowers in your hair."

You'd always pick some petals for his ginger mop, too.

"Now we're matching, Georgie. Daffodils compliment your hair beautifully."

He loved to push you in the tire swing. He was far too big to fit in it now, to your dismay, but he was perfectly satisfied pushing you back and forth in it. It almost reminded him of rocking a baby cradle.

On rainy days, he'd fetch old rain boots from the attic. He'd always wear Bill's old pair, you wearing his'. The area around the small creek was all muddy, and you can't tell me he wouldn't make mud pies. Even if he's way too old for them.

"Darling, would you care for a pie?"

"And what does it taste like, exactly?"

"It's my signature flavor, mud!"

Summer

I firmly believe George is a good cook. He just is (see my chef!George fic for elabroation).

One sweltering day, you and him went out to the gardens and pick ripe, ruby-red strawberries to chop up and make into homemade strawberry ice cream.

His ice cream would surpass Fortescue's by a lot. Like it's scary. From then on, he made it every Saturday morning, even on chilly winter days.

Sometimes he'd turn adventurous and try some new flavors, which were normally pretty good, until he got a little too creative and made caramel watermelon ice cream. From then on, he stuck with the classics.

In the evenings, a small bonfire was lit and all the Weasleys spent the night drinking and dancing. Bill held a guitar concert, George and Arthur grilled up some hot dogs (which were juicy and delcious), Fred set off some fireworks, and Ginny held fiercely competitive broom races.

When everyone went inside, exhausted, you and George stayed outside, listening to the crickets chirping and admiring the clear, country sky. He pointed out his favorite constellations to you, reenacting the myths behind them with you as his co-actor (you can't tell me we wouldn't let you fake-stab him and he'd fall to the grass super dramatically).

Beach days: a must have.

George would definitely wear red/maroon swim trunks, and there would always be a white stripe of sunscreen on his freckled nose, even after he furiously rubbed it in.

He'd always love the bathing suit you sported, whether it was a gingham bikini or a gorgeous silver one piece. He loved you so much, you never felt self conscious around him.

He'd take you to a secret, tucked-away beach, and you two would spend the day building elaborate sand castles, burying you deep in the sand, and searching for pretty sea shells and sand dollars.

“Where do you think you’re going, Mister? You can’t just leave me buried under the san like this!”

“Someone’ll find you eventually. I just want all the icecream for myself, what can I say? Oh fine, I’ll dig you up, darling.”

Autumn

Autumn at the Burrow was like nothing else. There was always a seemingly endless supply of pumpkin juice and apple juice on tap, and traditions were ampted up to the max.

Pumpkin carving was taken very seriously, and you and George were no exceptions. You and him were never artsy per se, but you always tried your hardest together to crave an intricately designed pumpkin. It always turned out pretty decent, to your surprise.

George and Fred would constantly wear scary masks and hide around he Burrow, or plant fake spiders in the cupboards in hopes of scaring Ron. It always worked.

Since the weather was so nice and chilly, he'd always go around the woods with you collecting a pile of some good sticks for a tree fort. He always carried the branches, and you collected the prettiest orange leaves you could find, for a collage or scrapbook.

All fall, he worked on building a small, secluded tree fort, which was definitely worth it in the end. You two stayed up late into the night, telling ghost stories, kissing, or inviting the whole Weasley clan for a good old fashioned game of Truth or Dare.

As for Halloween, you guys already know he goes overboard. He decorated every inch of every wall with black and orange streamers, fake cobwebs, and little baby pumpkins. It was always really sweet; he'd always wear a proud grin after the whole house was adorned to his liking.

For costumes, I'm 99% sure that you two would always do pun-y couple costumes think him dressing up as a cereal box and you as a killer, or him as a ghost and you a pepper).

You two would also 100% go to a costume store, and buy as much cheap hair gel as you could, all so you two could make each spiky Mohawks (you'd never admit it to George, but he pulled them off).

One time, he let you take him to a muggle farm for the day. You decided it would be fun to do a corn maze. The both of you got lost for three hours. From then on, he just stuck with hay rides.

Spending time with George was always fun, year-round.

[toraodwaterlaw]

An End and a Beginning

Having survived Minion, Rosinante is reassigned to East Blue, where he and Law will start their new lives. 1700 words, CoraLives!Au, mild hurt/comfort, found family

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“I’m ready.”

Law was seated on his bed, a full length mirror in front of him and a scalpel in his right hand. Neither was strictly necessary- neither the mirror nor the scalpel- but he insisted they helped. He really only needed to feel out the lead with his powers, not to see anything, but Rosinante could understand how weird it would feel to work blind, more or less. That he could still operate with everything flipped in the mirror only proved what a remarkable doctor he might have been had life been less cruel. Perhaps he still would be. Rosinante certainly hoped. Law would have his whole life ahead of him once this was finally over.

As for the scalpel, well, apparently it worked as a sort of focus for the Ope-Ope to work through. It made Rosinante wince, made the whole thing seem more like a normal operation, but it was infinitely preferable to the sword Law had first suggested using. Apparently the boy already had ideas on how he might use the Devil Fruit to fight. Rosinante had to draw the line at practicing that on himself. It was bad enough Law had to operate on himself.

“Ready,” Rosinante repeated. He nodded and looked down at Law a moment more. He wouldn’t stay. He never did, not after the first time. Law insisted that it didn’t hurt but Rosinante couldn’t bear to see him like that. It looked too close to dying even if it was more like the opposite. “Right. I’ll be guarding the front door like always. Just right out there,” he said, knowing all the while it was more a reassurance to himself than to Law who was seemingly unfazed by the whole process. “If you need me, all you have to do is call for me.”

Law rolled his eyes. “I know, Cora-san.” He waved the scalpel in his hand menacingly. “Now get out of here. You’re distracting.”

Rosinante nodded and promptly tripped over his own feet on the way to the door. He caught himself on the door handle and smiled sheepishly back at Law who only scowled in return. He found his usual seat outside the room with a heavy sigh. One more operation and this would all be behind them.

For as much as he himself had told Law that the fruit wasn’t magic, he’d somehow imagined this would be over with one miraculous wave of the hand. Law would awaken to his new powers, find the lead in his veins and pull it all out in one go. Instead, it had been staggered over the course of weeks. Law had needed to learn how to use his powers and then they’d both found just how much energy it all took. The real delay came, Rosinante would admit, had come at his own insistence. He hadn’t been around for the first attempts at operating, since he’d been held up on Minion while Law went ahead to Swallow. Law himself had been tight lipped about how that had gone but from what he’d gathered from the other boys that had been there, there had been blood loss. Just how much he’d never know. In his opinion, any was too much. 

Rosinante shook his head to get that particular image out of his head. He patted down his pockets until he found his cigarettes. He flicked at his lighter with a trembling thumb and nearly caught his hair instead of the cigarette with the resulting flame. He sucked in deep and let out a long, smoke filled breath. His eyes slid closed. He needed to focus on the positive. This would all be over soon. Already, life was coming back with a flush in Law’s skin. It would be a while before the patches in his skin would be gone completely but sunny Windmill Village was doing a lot to help vitality along. Law was healing. They both were.

He’d have to find a way to thank Sengoku and Garp. Maybe he’d just send food and drink along under the guise of souvenirs. At least Garp was likely to accept. Sengoku was still pretending that sending a Marine Commander to such an out of the way posting was a punishment. Rosinante knew, though, just how many strings the Fleet Commander likely had pulled to get him here. As important as the rulers of the Goa Kingdom might consider themselves, they didn’t really merit a strong naval presence.

“I’m done.”

The voice was quiet and weak enough that he nearly didn’t hear it but he was on his feet in an instant. He gripped the wall to keep upright and then stumbled in through the door. Law was seated just as he’d been before. If Rosinante didn’t know any better, he’d think nothing had happened. He did know better, though.

“Done? All done?”

“That’s what I said, you stupid clown,” came the expected reply. There wasn’t nearly as much bite in the insult as there once had been. Law fell back onto his bed. Rosinante took a worried step forward before he saw the smile on Law’s face. “But yeah, it’s all done. Not a trace of lead left.”

Of the two of them, Rosinante had most definitely been the more optimistic one about this whole process. Yet, here he was, unable to quite believe it. The past weeks had been so hard and the six months before that had been harder still. It felt impossible that they’d both survived it all and now would get to simply get on with their lives.

Law opened one golden eye and fixed it on Rosinante. “You think I’m lying to make you feel better or something?”

Rosinante gaped. The forgotten cigarette dropped from his mouth. He stomped it out with a yelp before anything was burnt. “No!” he insisted. “It’s just—”

How could he explain? But Law was smart. He got it even without words.

The boy sat up. “See for yourself.” He extended a hand and was surrounded in a sphere of shimmering blue. “Scan.”

That blue light intensified and shone in a path that followed the careful sweep of Law’s hand. Rosinante knew from previous experience exactly what Law was showing him. There was nothing. No lead. No lingering illness.

Rosinante’s face split into a wide smile. He could see Law biting back on a smile of his own as he threw himself back down into the bed.

“Told you, idiot. I thought you crammed that fruit down my throat because you believed in my medical skills.”

“I did. I do! But after everything…”

“Yeah. I know.” Law chewed on his lip and a complicated expression crossed his face. Whatever it was about, when it passed, there was only a smile left in its place. “I might’ve scanned three or four times before I called you in. Just to be really sure.”

“But it’s over.”

“It’s over.”

How many times would they have to repeat that before either of them believed it?

Law had let his eyes drift shut again. Rosinante took the opportunity to really look at him. He wondered what changes the next months and years would bring. Law was still rather small for his age. Rosinante knew he was hardly the best judge given he was, as Law would point out, rather larger than average himself, but the boy hardly had the look of someone on the cusp of adolescence. Hopefully without the constant strain on his body, he would be able to catch up with where he should be. Perhaps he’d never be as tall or as bulky as he might have been but only time would tell. Rosinante chose to hope for the best.

And then there was his skin. Amber Lead Syndrome was blessedly unheard of all the way out in a rural corner of East Blue but Rosinante knew Law was still self conscious. Every curious look or question about the white patches made him pull into himself. Although the people of Windmill Village had overall been very kind and accepting, Law would undoubtedly be more comfortable when his skin was clear of any lingering paleness.

Rosinante’s heart swelled thinking of that future. Maybe Law would start to open up more, find friends even. He knew Garp’s grandkids were about somewhere. And that was only the start of it. Law was smart, he was strong, and now he was healthy. The future was practically limitless.

Rosinante threw himself into the bed next to Law, causing the boy to bounce up into the air with a yelp.

“Oi! Watch what you’re doing, you giant oaf.”

Rosinante could only smile. He ruffled a fond hand through Law’s unruly black hair. “We should start looking at what medical training is available. There might not be anything somewhere so out of the way but there’s plenty of time. We can find you the best training. Go anywhere you want.”

Law rolled his eyes. “Give me a few seconds to breathe, would you? I only just finished getting rid of the lead and you’re already planning out my entire future.”

“Alright, alright. I’ll try not to get carried away. But…” Rosinante hesitated. He knew this was a sensitive subject given all the time Law had spent convinced he was going to die. Still, the boy needed to start looking ahead at some point. “Have you thought at all what you might want to do now?”

Law was silent a moment and Rosinante thought he had perhaps pushed too far. Then Law smiled. “I was thinking…” Rosinante propped himself up onto his elbows and waited. Law’s smile only grew. “Maybe I’ll become a pirate.”

Rosinante’s eyes widened. “What?” He swatted at Law, only to be easily dodged as Law hopped over him and off the bed. “You brat! You aren’t going to be a pirate.”

Law threw back his head and laughed as he continued to dance out of Rosinante’s reach. It was a boisterous, youthful thing that the blond couldn’t help but love the sound of. Law was still a brat. He would probably always be a bit of a shit but there would really be time ahead for him to grow. Mature. There was finally a future that both of them could see and Rosinante couldn’t bring himself to care at the moment whether that included Law turning pirate or doing anything else he might imagine.

[archived-gtronpa-account]

Ello ello, got a hypothetical I like to think about a lot but I'm too shy to make a blog and post it.... if the student council, like Angie or Himiko, were able to make their members bigger like mini giants? How much drama would there be?

Too bad, this is a lovely idea. Regardless i'm glad i get to write it!

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Word count: 1000

Summary: Having faith can't be so bad, believing in Atua can't be so bad. Starting a student council to enforce rules for their safety can't... well, it can be bad, but it should be okay. But turning the student council's girls into giants who can't even fit the room is absolutely as bad as it gets. And if you ask Shuichi, he's really not impressed.

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It was only natural for all the students to need something to hold onto when they were jailed in grounds that may become their collective graveyard. Miu trapped herself in her lab for hours, piling useless inventions over her worries, Korekiyo hung in the shadows of the school, watching over his classmates to busy his mind; Kaito, himself and Maki met up to train at night.

As for Angie, she chose to hold onto Atua and spread what she deemed was their ultimate hope. Persuasive as she was, she had gotten quite a few of her classmates rallied for her cause. While Shuichi preferred rational over... What was clearly a cult, he didn't oppose the movement either. It couldn't be that bad if it helped them cope and prevented harm.

Rubbing fatigue off his eyes, he opened the door to the dining room. He looked at his classmates, his eyes widened, and he closed the door. It was as bad as it could get.

A hand smacking his shoulder made him jump out of his skin. "How's my favourite sidekick doing-? No offense, Maki."

"Kaito," Shuichi turned around and gave both a feeble wave, "Do me a favour and tell me I'm seeing things." he opened the door again. A second passed, and the taller boy screeched his lungs out.

"Hello-Hello! Don't be shy, come in." Shuichi turned around, and Angie wore the brightest smile Shuichi had ever seen, he almost needed to look away. Behind her stood there girls twice if not three times as tall as himself, their heads rubbing against the ceiling. He felt the blood drain from his veins.

"We've been waiting for you guys for hours, you're so slow. Anyway, let me introduce you all to the student council!" Behind her, Himiko, Tenko and Tsumugi shifted all in discomfort.

A moment of silence swept over the room. Shuichi felt tension almost prickling his back like electricity when he saw Maki step ahead of him. "This is nonsense. You two stay back." Her fists clenched and unclenched, she took a step towards Angie and disappeared in a flash.

Everyone in the room held their breath when they saw the assassin frozen in the middle of the room, a hand as large as her arm clutching her waist. Shuichi could feel the residual vibrations of Tsumugi's simple yet powerful gesture. He'd seen Maki in training, heard her youth stories; he knew what strength it took to stop her. 

"Let go. It's with her that I want to talk," Maki kept a firm gaze on Angie, irises burning with anger and something he thought he'd never seen in her.

"Good girl, Tsumugi. This is a job well done." Angie approached the assassin and ruffled her hair. "What's wrong, Maki? Big sister Angie is here to look over all of you and make peace reign here," She clasped her hands and closed her eyes, her voice went softer, "Atua spoke to Angie. He told her if her friends didn't fear death, then they may fear something more tangible. This is just how harmony is brought upon a chaotic society of selfish people; there needs to be guardians, or police, or a student council."

Kaito took one step forward, and Tenko intervened. "If any of you boys come, Tenko will give you a taste of her neo-aikido," she tugged down at the frills of her skirt, "A-And no peeking!"

He didn't deflate under the girl's warning gaze, nor did he acknowledge her in any way as he kept going. "Alright, this is just bullshit. Monokuma!" He called out. The bear appeared behind him.

"No need to call me, that's copyright infringement! This bear hasn't heard his name anywhere, missy. You're lucky I'm getting all the ad revenue anyway."

"Your name?" Shuichi asked, "You mean, you're behind this?" Of course he was. Shuichi had thought so the moment he set foot in the room; the bear wouldn't let them rest easy.

"Well, duh. I just worry so much about you children's safety, it keeps me awake at night. That's why when your little friend asked me so nicely I decided to concede this little perk to her."

"And by perk, you don't mean something like a key..." Shuichi said. Angie gave him the nastiest look he'd received, and for a second he considered staying quiet but decided against it. "... Or anything all of us could have used otherwise?"

"Oh, Shuichi, Atua doesn't need any of th-" but he didn't hear the rest as Monokuma cut her off. "Yeah, she asked for this instead of a flashback light, so who am I to refuse?" 

Chaos erupted in the dining room before he'd even finished his sentence. The now gigantic girls looked at each other and stepped further back in the room, sending vibrations under Shuichi's feet. Complains came left and right but Monokuma pointedly ignored them; his mouth stretched into one of those horrid leers.

"Puhuhu~ I can't wait to see what gruesome murders you ladies will commit." Angie gave him a hard glare at that.

"There won't be any murders, Angie is making sure of that."

"We'll see about that." With that, Monokuma disappeared, leaving the students to go about their days and ignore the elephant(s) in the room.

Seeing the three taller girls try to leave through the door was the saddest yet funniest thing he'd seen since being imprisoned in the academy. As soon as Himiko's hat peeked out of the door, a feminine scream (or moan, Shuichi couldn't tell) could be heard, and Miu came rushing in with Kiibo and Gonta trailing behind.

"Who the hell stole my size ray? That shit ain't for you hopeless virgin's kinks! That's copyright infringement!" Miu barked.

"Angie says it's for the student council only, to 'prevent murders'." Maki mumbled out an answer and stormed out of the room.

"Student council? A-Ah, Kiibs, didn't you say you were into this?" The inventor's face flushed and morphed into one of deep embarrassment that made Shuichi curious to look down, but feared what he could see trickling down her tights. "Y-You know... my offer to upgrade you still stands, i-if you catch my drift."

"Oh, right," Shuichi turned to their tallest classmate. "Gonta? Didn't you say you wanted to join as well?" The giant of a man nodded at him. Shuichi tried to conjure up the image of Gonta scaled up, but quickly chastised it off his mind with a shake of his head. He lifted his hand far up to place it on the gentleman's shoulder. "Do us a favor, and don't."

[4aloysius-porteu]

i really wish i hated you || tsukishima kei

masterlist | 1 | 2 | chapter 3

pairing: tsukishima kei x f! reader

sypnosis: It was an accident that (Y/N) met a certain tall, blonde male; a memory she isn't fond of remembering, but it is where it all started. And ever since, she magically makes her to his path. The image of the bespectacled man dwelled in her mind more than she thought. Tsukishima pushed away his softer emotions and denied their existence, or at least that's what he told himself. But then, he couldn't believe that this girl he labeled as a clumsy, unlucky creature who smashed his glasses is slowly bringing these strange emotions back to him. She might be irritating and dumb sometimes, but he couldn't get himself to completely hate her. Either that destiny was stupid, or he was blessed or cursed.

genre: fanfiction, fluff

wc: 2.6k

She has met the tall, blonde, and bespectacled male yet again.

"Oh, the midget stalker is here."

"You again?! Seriously, I think it's you who's following me!"

"Hah, what do I get from following an extremely short person like you?" He said, borrowing her words from yesterday.

(Y/N)'s eyebrows creased further in irritation. "Why do you keep mentioning my height?!"

"It was you who started it. Anyways, can you shut up? Do you know that you're in a library?"

She didn't retort back and simply sat on the chair with her arms crossed. It was a fine day then —BOOM— this giant decided to appear out of nowhere. She was trying to forget this person who's associated with some of her embarrassing moments but those just got smashed back to her mind. (Y/N) sighed and pulled a book at the bottom of the stack to start reading, but noticed that the blondie is still standing near the edge of the table, hesitating to sit down while glancing somewhere and back to her.

"What?" (Y/N) frowned.

"Why am I unnecessarily stuck with you on this table?" He sighed, pulling out the chair.

"Because all of the tables here are taken? If you're worried about your glasses being knocked off, don't worry, I won't do anything reckless anymore."

"That's a nice reassurance," He settled down and brought out his studying materials.

Both of them shared the table in the crowded library. Ignoring the people, between them was a silent atmosphere. No one was talking as they both minded their own studies; he was reading quietly and turning pages of a huge book while (Y/N) wrote key points from the printed work and highlighting her notes. Sometimes, the other would leave to return books to their shelves and came back with new stacks. This went on for a few hours until her pen ran out of ink. She scribbled at the back of her notebook in hopes that the ink just got stuck, to no avail. She sighed, resting her head on the notebook. But she really needed to take down notes for her upcoming entrance exam.

"Hey." (Y/N) reluctantly said.

The blonde male looked at her, confirming if he's being called, "What?"

"I'm sorry to interrupt your business but... do you have a spare pen?"

He stared at her with a straight face and placed his chin on the top of his knuckles, implying his refusal to lend one.

(Y/N)'s mentally gritted her teeth. I'm just going to borrow a pen and he's making it hard for me?!

Swallowing her pride, she said, "Look, I need to finish my notes. I'll return it to you right away when I'm done. I promise. Please?"

He scoffed as brought out a pen, "An inkless pen is all it takes for you to become a less lively puppy? You better keep your promise."

A puppy?! "You didn't need to compare me to a puppy but, thanks."

She continued her work but her focus was a bit shaken. This happens whenever she's interrupted or took a break away from writing. Soon, her focus vanished and boredom took over. She tried to read a book to review ideas but her brain won't cooperate. She groaned, her head and arms fell to the table again. The blonde saw but chose to ignore her.

She closed her eyes for a second, however, her gaze fell to the blank paper in front of her face. Her hands are itching to do something other than reviewing and writing, so she put down the pen she borrowed and took a pencil out of her pocket. She placed a pile of books near her notebook so that the male won't notice what she's doing. There, she started to sketch the base of the figure.

She would observe the four-eyed guy who's busy reading some sort of article while taking notes. He has a calm expression on his face rather than an irritated scowl or a mocking grin he usually has. He wears a long blazer and probably a long-sleeved shirt inside. His blonde hair is short yet the edges are a bit curly and his upper eyelashes are prominently long. This was the first time she stared at the jerk's face who she kept bumping into random places that irked the hell out of her, but for some reason, she felt that she had seen this person before the accident in the park, albeit she doesn't know where. (Y/N) came to a conclusion; he was a little good-looking.

The girl looked back to her drawing and shook her head at her own ideas. I can't believe I actually thought that this guy is handsome. How can such a mean creature be blessed with such looks?! Ugh, don't mind, (Y/N). I'm only drawing him because he seems like a great canvas subject, it's not like I haven't done this to other people before...

She went on drawing and drew details to the sketch similar to the boy in front of her. To make the drawing more accurate, she stole small glances at him. She kept things low key because it'll be another embarrassing event if he found out what she's doing. She made the lines smoother in one swift move. The hair and clothes' folds are already well-drawn while she focuses on the detail of his eyes and glasses. She was about to shade when the male finally caught her.

"What is it?" He questioned, closing his book with a low voice and creased eyebrows.

(Y/N) froze on the spot. As much as she doesn't like it, she maintained eye contact with him, thinking of the best alibi that he couldn't argue with. Then, she remembered that she doesn't know his name.

"Uhm... nothing. I was just wondering if you have a name." While talking, her finger subtly moved to grab the nearest object it could get to cover her drawing.

"I have, but why would I mention it to you?" He cooly replied.

"It's alright. I'm not asking you to. Unless you want to be referred to as he/him or the tall, blonde glasses guy all the time?" (Y/N) countered.

He silently turned a page before answering, "Well, it's not like we'll meet every day."

"Oh," was her only reply. Looks like he will stay a nameless guy in her head for a long time. She was about to get back to her business when he spoke.

"Tsukishima Kei."

(Y/N) looked at him in surprise. "I'm not going to repeat it." He added.

She smiled, having clearly heard it right away. "Can you tell me how it is written?"

He looked at her to check for ill intentions but found nothing in her eyes. He hesitantly wrote the characters of his name on a piece of paper.

"I'm (L/N) (Y/N), nice to meet you again, Tsukishima-san." She'd like to initiate a handshake for peacemaking, but she knows how he'd only decline it. She wrote her name for him to see as well.

Tsukishima Kei. She repeated in her mind. What a nice name.

With a notebook covering the upper portion of the paper where she had drawn his portrait, she wrote his name at the bottom. She proceeded to the shading and background features. Backgrounds are one of the things she hates in art because it takes too long to draw one compared to the subject itself. Luckily it's only a sketch so she won't have to suffer. Although she doesn't know if Tsukishima had seen whatever she's doing so she's still cautious. She peered at him for the nth time so she could distract his peripheral vision. Maybe to test the social initiative skills she hasn't used for a long time too.

"Uhh, can I ask something?" She started.

"Hm?" He responded without taking his eyes off the page.

"What school are you from?"

"Amemaru Middle School."

(Y/N) hummed, thinking of another question, "Then, what school are you enrolling to? It must be an upper class one since you had to read those large books and all."

"Not really," Tsukishima closed the book, "I plan to go to Karasuno High School. They may not have a difficult entrance exam, but these readings are for decent grades and some stock knowledge."

"Decent grades, huh... you look like you could achieve more though. I'm pretty sure you'll ace it." She answered, "I was from Kitagawa Dai Ichi. I'm taking an exam in Shiratorizawa soon."

"You're going to that high-class academy? I see, I failed to notice that because you don't look like one. Have fun clashing with other elites there."

"Elites? What are you talking about, you still believe there's such a hierarchy?" (Y/N) chuckled.

"There is though. A gap between them and mere humans in terms of skills and power."

"In the end, they're still humans though. Be it numbers, hard work, or some unique strategy, those 'mere humans' you say will always struggle to step on equal levels with those on the highest rank."

Tsukishima only hummed and stared down at her, "Perhaps I was wrong on assuming you're an elite. You're clearly not."

"Are you underestimating me?" She challenged.

"No, I was just saying. Can I ask something though?"

"What?"

"Why are you suddenly talkative?"

She was caught off guard but tried not to stutter, "Me? Talkative? I'm always like this."

"Really?" He raised his brows, totally not buying it.

"Ugh, fine! I'm tired of studying!" She sighed, "I was scribbling some doodles on my notebook because I'm bored so I thought it wouldn't hurt to talk to Mr. Beanpole in front of me. Forgive me and my awkward social skills."

"Your social skills are not bad. I'm just thankful you aren't using the precious ink of my pen for drawing." He said, stacking the books he used.

She gasped, panicked inside, "You aren't looking at my drawing, are you?"

He got up to return the books,"Don't worry, it's none of my business."

She exhaled in relief, spared from another memory of embarrassment. Her eyes followed his walking figure and watched his movements. She looked at her drawing to compare and used her fingers to define lighting. When Tsukishima got back and placed new reviewers on the table, (Y/N) asked him once more.

"Do you ever get tired of studying?"

"Sometimes I take a break, but I can only do that if I have finished everything."

"What a diligent student you are."

"I hardly see any benefit in being dumb and slacking off all the time."

"Eh, I hardly see any benefit in studying Algebra and Calculus. I have a lot of questions. Do you use derivatives in counting money or salary? Do you use trigonometry in dividing pizzas or corn chips? Why do I need to find the limit of a function if numbers are infinite? Why do I need to get the formula of a certain point in each line or curve I draw on the graphing paper? What is the correct answer for?" (Y/N) complained.

Tsukishima looked at her blankly, doubting her chances of passing the Shiratorizawa's board exam. "I couldn't argue with that, I'd rather read a book composed of words than formulas, but you don't have a choice. Although, if you plan to be an engineer or something, that'll be a different perspective."

"No, thanks, I won't eat math books for breakfast. Other subjects are interesting enough to keep me awake in class, but numbers don't really entertain me."

"Then, what do you do?" He asked, writing on his notes.

"Not much. I just draw, paint, listen to music, and watch anime."

He let out an amused hum, "How about you? What do you do other than to study?" (Y/N) asked.

"I play volleyball, listen to music, and read narrative books."

"Volleyball? So that's what your height is for! I thought it's just for cleaning and reaching high places."

"That's rude."

"If I am, what do you call yourself? Besides, I don't want to make wrong assumptions."

"You just did."

"...right. I'm sorry."

The sense of familiarity took over (Y/N)'s brain, telling her that she definitely had met this Tsukishima guy before. Her face scrunched a little, trying to search her memories and connect the dots. Her eyes found his face again.

"Why do you keep looking at me?" His eyes narrowed, his annoyance towards the girl slowly rising.

"I HAD met you somewhere... before that accident, where did I see you?"

He was about to say something when (Y/N) stopped him, "Shh, I'm thinking."

He crossed his arms and frowned at her. Volleyball, Amemaru MS... She was about to say it but Tsukishima spoke first.

"Were you one of the audience who watched the middle school volleyball inter-high a year ago?"

"I was! Wait, you remember?"

"That was the only place where I could find someone from Kitagawa Dai Ichi." He confirmed.

"Correct. I was a part of the school paper where I was assigned in the sports category. I took a picture of you when my senior was interviewing you! You were the tallest middle blocker in the games! How could I forget that! So that's why whenever you irk me, it was familiar!"

"How am I annoying you? Aren't you the one who kept on talking right now?"

"I've figured out that there's no kind bone in you. And the way you keep on stuffing the spikes from the opposite team. It was never-ending that they didn't have a chance to score properly." She pouted.

"What do you expect from a middle blocker? It was my job to block spikes."

"You could've gone easy on them."

"The game would lose it's sense if that's the case."

"Fine. You're not wrong." Their conversation was cut short after she ceased talking. At least she found out where she first met Tsukishima. She finished the portrait sketch. Grinning, she believed that she captured his features accurately in her drawing. She'd like to hold it near him and compare to make sure though. Satisfied with her work, she went back on turning pages.

"So, you've finally decided to continue to study?" Tsukishima prodded.

She smiled, "I guess. Thank you for talking to me. That was a great stop."

Both of them worked quietly, but now, the irritation they felt towards each other lessened. After some time, a person in the speaker announced that the library will be closing before 6 pm. Tsukishima returned all the books he borrowed and packed his things.

"You're going home?"

"I don't want to come home late. You aren't finished with your notes yet?"

"Yeah, maybe I'll leave five minutes before six."

"Alright. I'll get going now." He swung his bag over his shoulder.

"Hey, wait! Your pen!" (Y/N) abruptly remembered seconds after.

"I don't need it anymore. It was useful, apart from its close on running out of ink."

"But it's yours and you told me to keep my promise!"

"Whatever. Keep it or throw it." He walked out and wore his headphones, having no intention to listen to anyone.

She sighed and checked the ink. More than half of it is gone, but she can use it again if she wishes. (Y/N) placed her fist to her cheek while writing.

Random Tsukishima Kei facts:

In the second prototype chapter (unserialized, one shot, the first idea of the author on how haikyuu will go) Tsukishima was a second-year, which was changed in the serialized version where he's a first-year. His initial height in the prototype chapter is 184cm, a little shorter than his official height (190.1cm). In an extra sketch, Furudate commented, "Tsukki and Tanaka being in the same year would spell chaos!

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Like Real People Do. Epilogue

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Rating: M

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A.N Well, we’re here at the end. Thanks to everyone for reading and supporting. Follow for more and send any request! much love, Cia

Epilogue: Like Real People do. 

The lace of your dress is itchy.

You had gone dress shopping with the girls and you had tried a bunch on before settling on the one you chose. It was a long sleeved chiffon dress with a slim bodice that flared into a puffy skirt stopping just above your ankle. It had small floral details along the top and the sleeves. At the time, it had been perfect. You had felt beautiful, and you cried thinking about seeing Spencer for the first time down the aisle in it. But right now it itches. 

Why did it itch?

It wasn’t that you were getting cold feet. You wanted nothing more than to be Dr. Y/n Reid but for some reason you couldn’t bring yourself to move when it was time. You were standing looking out the window when Hotch came to find you. 

“Y/n, are you ready? Everyone’s waiting.” He says, before pausing. “You look beautiful, why are you upset?” 

You didn’t even notice the tears falling. You quickly try to quell them to not ruin your makeup you just had done. “I just--when I pictured my wedding. I didn’t think my parents would be gone and that I’d have to walk alone. And thinking of everyone’s eyes on me is freaking me out.” You sniffle a bit, eyes going wide when the idea comes to you. “Will you walk with me?” You ask. 

“You want me to walk you down the aisle?” Hotch asks, shocked. You immediately back track. 

“You don’t have to—I should’ve asked before. I just didn’t want to go alone—“ 

“Y/n…” he says, looking at you sincerely. “Nothing would make me happier than to give you away, if that’s what you want.” You look at him, seeing he is also misty-eyed. You nod, pulling him into a tight hug. 

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You and Spencer are married November 10th. After months of arguing over the date of your wedding. Him wanting a fall wedding and you wanting a winter one, November felt like the perfect compromise. In the end, he was right just like he always was with your wedding being held in a forested area near the Potomac. The tall trees with the red, orange and brown leaves falling, the view of the lake and the yellow string lights you had around the ceremony. It was breathtaking. Fall had definitely been the way to go. You also argued about writing your own vows. You didn’t want to and he did. In the end he was right again. His vows to you were beautiful, he talked about how some believed soulmates were 500 years in the making and able to transcend lifetimes. And that while he was a man of science, upon meeting you had been the first time he actually believed that. And that he was excited to spend this lifetime with you just as much as he was excited for the next. You tried to hold the tears that were falling involuntarily as the minister announced it was time for your vows. 

“Um, I don’t quite know how to follow that.” You chuckle nervously, inducing a laugh from the people at your ceremony. “My father used to tell me every time I was upset that ‘a lot of rotten luck means good luck was on the way’. For most of my life, I didn’t believe him. I didn’t believe in luck, just in circumstance and that I was a victim of just really bad circumstance.” You say, you gripping Spencer’s hand tighter. His hand reaches up to wipe at a stray tear that falls from your face. It’s in that moment you remember one of the biggest reasons you loved Spencer. He was always ready to comfort you, whether you needed it or not. The action just makes more tears fall. “It wasn’t until I met you that I believed in luck. Meeting you has been the single most luckiest thing to ever happen to me and I plan on spending everyday treating you like I am the luckiest woman alive because when I’m with you, I am.” You tear up, Spencer hands move to wipe your tears again only this time you lean in to kiss him which he happily obliges. 

“Save it til the end guys!” You hear Derek call over the crowd, which induces a chuckle from everyone including the two of you. 

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You still worked well together. Better than ever actually. The first couple of weeks were awkward as someone would call for Dr. Reid and you both would turn. Spencer would always look at you, eyes shining with admiration every time it happened but after a while, everyone knew to say your first names when they needed your attention. 

You meet Spencer’s dad about 6 months after you’re married. A case takes you back to Las Vegas and unfortunately to his offices as one of the victims recently hired him for a case. Spencer absolutely refused to go talk to him, you tried to convince him to but in the end, you understood why he couldn’t. Which was why, you and Derek walked into his office that day. Derek reaches to shake his hand. 

“Walter, I don’t know if you remember me from before but I’m SSA Derek Morgan and this is my associate,Dr. Y/n Reid.” 

He then let’s go of Derek before turning his smile and hand towards you. “Reid, huh?” He says. “What’re the chances?” 

“Slim, actually. I’m married to your son.” You say shaking his hand. He looks at you in shock as does Derek. You had told him you weren’t going to say anything but upon meeting him you decided you didn’t want to beat around the bush. 

“Spencer?” He says, confused. You nod before getting into the actual nature of your visit. As Derek goes through the questions you had for him, you feel his eyes not leaving you. Once you’re done, the two of you thank him for his time before starting to leave. He calls out to you, you nod to Derek to wait for you outside. 

The man looks at you, confused. “Sorry I’m trying to wrap my head around this. You’re married to Spencer?” You nod. “How long?” He asked. 

“We’ve been married for 6 months and together about 2 years now.” You say, the man looks at you sullen. “I told him we should at least invite you but at the end of the day it was his decision to make and I respect him for it.” 

“And is he doing okay?” He asked, “Spencer?” 

“We’re taking care of each other.” You say. “But if you want to know about him, you have to reach out yourself. I lost both of my parents so family is really important to me. I don’t want either of you to miss out on more but at the end of the day it’s his decision to reconnect or not. And I’ll respect and support whatever he decides. Thanks for your help, Walter.” You say before leaving. 

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About 8 months into your marriage is when you meet Abigail Reyes. 

She’s a 5 year old whose parents hid her in a closet while the unsub murdered her family. Hotch warned you before the case not to get too attached and you tried, you really did but when she looked at you with those giant almond colored eyes, you couldn’t help yourself. You conducted all her interviews and watched her down at the station, drawing with her, you couldn’t help the tug at your heartstrings. Here was a kid who went through the same exact thing you had yet still had the capability to smile brightly at you. 

That night as you and Spencer settled into the hotel bed, you asked him. 

“Does she have someone?” Spencer looks at you, confused. 

“Who, Doll?” 

“Abigail. The vic’s daughter. Does she have someone or will she go into the system?” You say before rattling off quickly. “Because I know we haven’t talked much about kids but I know we both want them and maybe adopting isn’t what you had in mind but--” 

His arms are hugging you instantly. “Sweetheart, I’m sorry. Her grandparents live in North Carolina and are probably already on their way for her.” 

“Oh.” You say, trying not to sound disappointed. She was still going to a loving home even if it wasn’t yours. 

“Do you want children?” He asks you, you shrug, silently. “Then whenever you’re ready, I am also ready. I can’t think of something I’d want more than a family with you.” He kisses your temple before rolling over to sleep.

You don’t remember when exactly but you turn off your reminder for birth control. 

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You’re about 10 months into your marriage when you start to feel sick. 

You’re sitting in Penelope’s bat cave drinking coffee and talking about the latest Doctor Who episode when the sudden wave of nausea. You were going to barf right now. You looked around for something before grabbing the nearest trash can. Garcia watches in shock as you lose your lunch. 

“Are you ok? You’ve been sick a lot.” She says, concerned.

“Yea, I’m fine. This bug going around has been kicking my butt.” 

“No one else’s lasted as long though.” She points out laughing. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were pregnant.” She laughed. You looked up shocked. What was the date? You think to yourself. 

September 14th. 

You were late. 

“Shit!”  You say out loud. Garcia looks at you shocked. 

“Oh my god! Are you--?” 

“I have to take a test. Please don’t tell the others, especially Spen. i just-- I need to find out first.” 

“You told me I wouldn’t have to keep any more secrets for you.”Garcia pouts.

“I know! Just one tiny one though until I can get in with my doctor?” 

“Fine!” She exclaims. “You so owe me.” She says. 

“I know. And If I am Garcie, You’re godmother, I promise.” You say, bolting out her office, smiling.  

Garcia ended up right though. She always was. 

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You’ve decided pregnancy sucks but Spencer made it a bit better.

Spencer was, of course, over the moon when you told him. Immediately pulling you into a tight hug and spinning you. The two of you cried for at least a couple hours at the thought of your growing family. 

As soon as you found out, you went to Hotch handing him the letter of resignation you drafted earlier yesterday night. He looked at it shocked before looking at you sadly. “Why, Y/N? I thought this was what you wanted?” 

“I’m pregnant.” You say, Hotch’s sad expression immediately turns soft and happy. He pulls you into a tight hug. “I love this job but I saw what it did to my parents and I can’t do that to my family. Someone’s gotta take one for the team and since Spencer is such an asset, I think it’s me. I’ve already accepted a job to teach Criminal Psychology at Georgetown. Don’t try and stop me.”You say, Hotch immediately nods in understanding, putting his arms around you again. 

“You’re going to be a fantastic mother.” He says. You can’t help the heavy sobs that rack through you. 

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Autumn Alice Reid or as the team has started affectionately calling her, Double A, is born June 25th, despite her namesake. 

You and Spencer had been sitting in the house you had purchased months ago in preparation for your daughter, playing chess when it happened. It was his move when you said. 

“Spen, we have to go to the hospital. My water broke.” 

“Y/N, I’m not falling for that again you say it every single time you’re losing.” 

“I know, but this time I’m serious.” You stood up to reveal your extremely drenched pants and Spencer's eyes widened in shock. 

“We’re having a baby!” He said, excitedly standing to hug you. 

“We are. Now we should leave because I’d prefer to do it in a hospital.” 

Childbirth is just as heinous and terrible as people say it was but the end result made it so much more worth it. Autumn laid sleeping in your arms now, her little fist grasping Spencer’s pinky. You never in your life thought it was possible to love something so fiercely, so instantly. But here she was, your own personal cryptid. 

The team, of course, came in almost the instant the nurses let them. Everyone passes her around Godparents, Derek and Penelope, going first. 

“She’s going to be such a little genius, isn’t she?” Penelope says, holding her little hand while Derek cradles her in his arms. 

“Yea, and she’s going to ride that all the way to Cal-tech, aren’t you, sweetheart?” Spencer says, grabbing her from Derek. 

“Or most likely Stanford.” You pipe up, from your hospital bed. Spencer narrows his eyes at you and you narrow right back at him. That was an argument for another day. 

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You woke up to an empty bed. Which isn’t uncommon, Spencer almost always was the one who tended to your daughter when she woke crying. You told him that you should switch off every once and a while but he would always dead that idea, saying you needed your sleep. He always put you before himself. 

You padded along the cold, hardwood floors until you were at the open door of the nursery. The sight before you made you wish you also had eidetic memory, Spencer cradling your sleeping child in one hand, reading softly to her from the book in his other hand. As you moved closer to him, you could make out what the book was. 

“Spen, we have children’s books. You don’t have to read her Tale of Two Cities.” You whisper, smiling softly at him.

“I know, but she doesn’t seem to like those. Tale of Two Cities seems to put her to sleep faster.” 

“Well, Tale of Two Cities puts me to sleep too, so I get it.” You chuckle softly at the narrowed eyes Spencer gives you, before you sit on the ground next to the chair he’s sitting in with your daughter. “Read it to me too?” You ask, laying your head on his thigh. 

He nods, smiling softly at the two of you. 

“It was the best of times, It was the worst of times....” He starts, you drift off almost immediately.

Finally at peace in life.  

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Courage My Love// Semi Eita

Pairing: Semi Eita x Reader

Summary: You like Semi and come up with a plan to confess to him, unfortunately it takes a turn. You meet again a couple years later by chance.

Chapter Eight: Teenage Dream

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A week into the tour and your body finally decided to allow you wake up before two in the afternoon. You stretched your body a little bit in your bunk before getting up and out to finish stretching. You checked the surrounding bunks and saw that only Haruka was still sound asleep while the others were empty. Making your way to the lounge you found your missing members and greeted them. They gave you back a robotic response while peeking out the window.

“The hell are y’all looking at?”

“The boys,” Yui answered. “I’m waiting to see if one of them eat shit.”

“Yui, what the-“

“Look, look, look!” Izumi whispered, stretching her arm behind her in an attempt to grab you to pull you towards them. You placed your knees on the bench to watch through the blinds with them.

Semi, Subaru, and Ranmaru were wearing plain t-shirts and gym shorts while Jiro wore a buttoned up blue flannel with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and black skinny jeans. The three elders from the group seemed to be running back and fourth from one end of the parking lot to the other while Jiro was skating a few feet away.

“How long have they been doing this?” You asked, turning away from the window.

“No clue- oh shit!” Izumi exclaimed, jumping up and running over to the main door to hop off the bus.

“That was a bad wipeout,” Yui added, following after the bassist. You followed after them, hesitating a little bit because you had just woken up and were in your sleepwear. Saying ‘fuck it,’ you threw on a pair of slip ons before following the others.

“Jiro!” Subaru and Ranmaru yelled before running over to their guitarist.

“Dude! You good?” Semi asked, crouching down to help Jiro sit up.

“Yeah, I’m good. Where’s my board?”

“I’ll go grab it,” Yui said as she headed towards the direction of there the skateboard rolled off to.

“What happened? I heard yelling,” Haruka asked. She was stepping off the bus still in her pajamas and rubbing her eyes, making it clear that she had just woken up. Her eyes landed on Jiro who was sitting on the pavement. He looked at her with panic in his eyes as she took in his disheveled look. “Why are you bleeding?”

“I- I’m okay, no need to worry-“

“You have a giant hole in your jeans that shows your red scraped knee, you have scratches on your face, and I can see the blood droplets on your flannel!” Haruka exclaimed, turning back around getting onto the bus.

“Is she pissed?” Jiro asked.

“Nah, just concerned. She probably went to grab our first aid kit,” Izumi answered. “You should probably take off your flannel though, that’s a pretty big stain on your elbow.”

Jiro unbuttoned his shirt to reveal a black t-shirt. Haruka came back with the kit and knelt next to the heterochromatic male. She took out a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and some gauze making him gulp, knowing what was to come. “Do you have to use that?” Jiro asked, gradually moving his arm away from her.

“Yes, now sit still,” Haruka responded.

“Here’s the board I ran as fast I could as soon as I saw-“

“Fuck!”

“-the brown bottle,” Yui laughed. “Guess nurse Haruka has it under control.” The rest of you laughed at Jiro’s reaction and left Haruka to tend to his wounds.

“What are you guys doing anyways?” Izumi asked the three older males.

“Oh, we were working out. Jiro does his own thing for exercise which is mostly either parkour or skating,” Subaru responded.

“Or as we call it, just Jiro things,” Ranmaru added on. “You guys are free to join us during our workouts though, makes things more fun.”

“Haruka and I might join you guys,” Yui responded.

“Pass from Izumi and I,” you spoke up.

“And why’s that? Nice pajamas by the way, very festive for summer with the snowflakes,” Semi teased.

“Leave me alone. Sweating is gross. And personally I get bored doing the same thing repetitively. I’ll go on a walk, maybe jog a little bit, but that’s about it.”

“Sweating is gross, huh?” Semi asked with a devious look in his eyes.

“Don’t you dare come near me,” you responded, taking a few steps back as Semi walked closer to you.

“What? I just wanted to give you a hug, especially while you wear your cute pajammies.”

“Stay the fuck away from me. Semi. Semi! No!” And now you were running away from the 180cm tall former setter, who you know could catch up to you at any time. You still chose to take your chances though.

“He’s never gonna let her go, is he?” Ranmaru asked Subaru.

Izumi and Yui heard him loud and clear which peaked Yui’s interest. “Ahhh so he still has feelings for our leader. How cute.”

“Keep this between us, but yeah,” Subaru spoke. “Does she have any feelings left for him?”

“Honestly, we’re not sure. She never talked about him after the whole thing went down. She’s been with other people but she’s never been over the moon for them. It doesn’t help that she’s also super independent. It makes us think sometimes that she’d rather be single. There’s nothing wrong with that either, but at the end of the day we think it’d be nice for her to find someone,” Izumi spoke, watching you run around the bus only to yell out you were going back to sleep right when Semi caught up and wrapped his arms around you. “You guys might not believe it but how she’s acting now with him is no different to how she’d act with other people. Maybe it’s because of all the touring we do but she’s so open with people that it’s hard to read her. We love her and she’s fun to be around with but when it comes to her, it’s hard to tell what she wants.”

“We see. Eita’s sort of been the same in relationships. He’s gone on dates too but he’s never been whipped for any of them. Like he’ll do his best to please them and shit like a good partner should, but if you look at him from a distance it feels almost forced. He wants to love but it’s like fake love, if that makes any sense,” Subaru spoke.

“What about your drummer girl? Also between us, Jiro still seems to like them a lot,” Ranmaru asked, deciding to bring light to the other potential couple.

“Wait, what do you mean still? From what we know, they were friends during their final year but that’s it,” Izumi explained , now confused.

“Jiro fell for her hard during that year like he would come home and talk to us about her and ask for advice if he couldn’t ask his older brother. The thing is he was labeled the dumb hooligan while Haruka was the typical quiet good girl so he didn’t want to taint her record. You know how people talk in high school. He was convinced she shouldn’t be with a fool like him, so he never spoke up,” Subaru followed up.

“Ah. Well I think they’ll be together by the end of the tour, maybe even week. I can feel it,” Yui said.

“And what about you guys? Are you single?”

“I have a boyfriend,” Izumi quickly answered. “He’s back in Japan.”

“I’m single. My reason being it’s hard finding people you wanna know more about, ya know?”

“Really now?” Subaru answered, looking at Ranmaru.

“Yui, are you sick? I think you’re lacking some vitamin me,” Ranmaru said, attempting to put his arm over Yui’s shoulders.

“No! Me!” Subaru argued.

Before either of them could touch her, Yui grabbed their forearms and tugged on them to bring them closer. When they jumped a little closer together she took their hands and placed them in each other’s before letting go. Yui looked over and Izumi who was smirking from trying to hold in a laugh. “Don’t worry about it, Dumb and Dumber. Since I apparently have you guys weak at the knees it appears you might be lacking vitamin D. You two should get to know each other and solve that problem,” Yui responded as she gave them a fake smile. “Let’s go Izu,” she laughed, turning from the boys to get back onto the bus.

Semi came back to the two white haired males and crossed his arms before speaking. “You guys are idiots.”

“Karaoke night!” Haruka cheered when your set finished that night.

“We just got done playing and you’re this excited for karaoke? At least act tired,” Izumi whined, leaning forward to place her hands on her knees after she set her guitar down.

“Haru,” Yui started before taking a deep breath, “what the fuck.”

“Mmmm, nice cold floor,” you said, letting your body collapse on the black tiles the backstage had to offer.

“Y/n, no!”

“Get up people walk there!”

“It’s dirty!”

Too tired to figure out who said what, you let out a groan and got up. “Fine I’m up, I’m up. I need a baby wipe though. I’m all sweaty and gross.” Making your way over to your green room you bumped into One Ok Rock. “Hey guys.”

“Hello, hello. You guys sounded amazing as always,” Taka complimented.

“Thanks! Oh! Do you guys have plans after your set?” Haruka asked.

“Sleep,” Ryota responded which made the others laugh.

“Ah haha, did you guys have something in mind?” Toru asked.

“We’re all off tomorrow so we were gonna have a karaoke night on our bus,” Yui explained.

“And there’ll be booze!” Izumi added.

“We’ll try to pop by then,” Tomo answered. You wished them luck before heading into your dressing room to clean up a little bit before meeting your fans.

Yui and Haruka were currently making dinner while while you were showering and Izumi was setting up the karaoke system.

“Oh fuck, we forgot to invite Won’t Regret,” Yui mentioned.

“I’ll text RoRo!” Haruka lit up.

“How could we forget to invite all of your guys boyfriends?” Izumi teased.

“Jiro is not my boyfriend!”

“I never said he was,” Izumi responded with a smirk.

“Does this make thing one and two mine?” Yui asked.

“Lol, yeah. Are you gonna tell them?”

“Yeah, I don’t need them annoying me. I have enough to put up with.”

Stepping out of the shower with a towel around your body you looked over at the girls and saw they were still doing what they did when you last saw them. “Hey, is dinner- oop gotta go!” You exclaimed, running to your bunks and closing the door because there was a knock at the front of the bus.

“It’s open!” Izumi yelled. Coming up the steps was Taka and Toru with smiles on their faces. “Hey! Welcome to our bus! Did the others decide to call it a night instead?”

“Yeah. They’re parents now so they age faster and need more sleep,” Toru laughed.

“No worries. C’mon in and take a seat. We just finished cooking if you’d like some food,” Haruka said, showing them a plate she had already prepared.

“Taka and Toru just got on the girl’s bus. Wonder what’s going on over there,” Ranmaru said aloud as he glanced out the window.

“Who what now?” Semi asked, looking up from his phone.

“Oh they’re doing some karaoke tonight. RuRu just texted me to invite us,” Jiro answered.

“RuRu? Do you mean Haruka? You guys have nicknames for each other already?” Subaru teased, laughing at Jiro’s reaction.

“Look at how red he is!” Semi roared.

Subaru looked over at Ranmaru, smirking knowing he was about to roast Semi. “Boy if you don’t shut up! Go look in a mirror before judging him!”

“Eh?!”

“Eita, every time Y/n is around you put all your attention on them. It’s like you’re a bee fixated on a flower. Just non stop buzz buzz buzz around them.”

“Okay, I get it.” Semi sighed. “Is it that obvious?”

“Yes. Please just ask them out already.”

“I can’t do that, bro. It’s too soon. We’re just friends for now.”

“We have 5 weeks left on this tour. You’re gonna have to ask them out before then. Who knows if we’ll see them again after this.”

Letting Ranmaru’s words sink in he realized the reality of it. After the tour was over your band would probably go on your own tour to promote your new album in Europe, Australia, Japan and maybe even the US again whereas his band would probably only do Japan. You’d be busy touring and focusing on yourself you wouldn’t have the chance to see each other again. “Fuck. You’re right.”

“I’m always right. Anyways I’m headed to bed. Have fun at karaoke.”

“I’m going to bed too. Night,” Subaru yawned.

“Guess it’s just us,” Jiro laughed before tilting his head to ask “let’s go?” to which Semi responded with a head nod. They told their bus driver they’d be on the other bus so he could drive off if they didn’t come back by midnight.

“Alright that’s the theme tonight?” Yui asked Izumi, covering her mouth since she was chewing. They were both currently sitting on the small kitchen counter while Taka and Toru were sitting around their dining table and Haruka was standing off to the side.

“Let’s have our guests have the honor! Hit the button to spin the wheel,” she explained as she jumped off to hand her phone to the two older men. “Ooo, looks like we’re doing ‘Women in Pop’!”

Hearing knocking from the front door, Yui yelled it was open. Semi and Jiro walked in and greeted everyone. “It smells so good,” Jiro stated, eyes lighting up once he spotted the meal that was cooked.

“Take a seat and I’ll give you a plate. Semi, would you like one too?” Haruka asked. Semi nodded his head and they both accepted the meal after thanking them for the hospitality. After they were seated Yui got them up to speed to what they were doing.

“We should probably go first to show them how it’s done,” Haruka stated.

“I kinda wanna finish my food,” Izumi mumbled which made Yui jump in and say ‘me too’. Luckily for Haruka, you had just come out of the bunk area in sweats. “Look at that, Y/n can sing with you.”

“What did I do in the first five seconds of me appearing for me to go first?” You asked confused.

“Show up. Here is your mic,” Yui responded, making you playfully roll your eyes at her.

“How do you decide what song to sing?” Taka asked.

“We just decide between ourselves. Any song is good as long as it fits the theme,” Haruka responded. You let Haruka pick and take the lead for the song as you backed her up and sang your parts while also trying to match her energy in small dance gestures. When you finished you handed your microphone to Toru who asked to go next and Haruka handed hers to Izumi. Fixing yourself a plate you took Toru’s spot and sat next to Taka while Haruka took Izumi’s spot.

“Yo,” Semi started to grab your attention, leaning forward to not speak into Taka’s face.

“Yo,” you responded.

He smirked before continuing, “nice pajamas.”

You let out a small chuckle before looking back at him. “Leave me and my comfy clothing alone, asshole. I am cozy.”

Laughing at the nickname you gave Semi, Taka decided to jump in. “Hey Eita, we should go next.”

“Eh, I don’t know. Honestly I’m not much of a karaoke guy.”

“Boo, Semi you’re no fun,” you pouted while eating your food.

“Yeah, Eita you should try it out,” Jiro added.

Semi threw his head back and grunted in disapproval before turning his head to look at you. As he leaned back you did as well and gave him a child like smile, showing as many teeth as you could with your lips curved upwards as a friendly way to encourage him. Letting out a small chuckle, he leaned forward and let his forearms rest on the table. “Alright, I’ll do it.”

“Yay!” You, Taka, and Jiro cheered. Izumi and Toru sang Party In the U.S.A. by Miley Cyrus which had the group laughing when Toru tried to reach the high note and when he tried to mimic Izumi’s dancing. When they were done you all applauded for them.

“Do you have an idea for a song?” Semi asked Taka, taking a sip of his beer.

“Yeah, yeah. I wanna do Beyoncé! Is Single Ladies good?,” Taka responded with a giant grin.

“I’m good with that.” The two got up from their spots and you and Jiro slid into their spots so others could sit as well. They accepted the mics from Izumi and Toru, Taka stretching afterwards to ‘loosen his body up’.

When the music started, Taka started moving his shoulders from side to side while Semi lightly bobbed his head along to the beat. Taka took the lead and sang the first verse. As the song progressed Taka put his body more into the flow making you all get louder for him to cheer him on. Leaving the second verse to Semi he moved his torso more into the song but he couldn’t compare to Taka, and it made him start overthinking a little.

He’s so much cooler and better than he is. Taka knows how to rile up a crowd. His performances are better than Semi’s but then again he does have more experience so he has to factor that into their differences. He’s so chill and laid back but also open and hilarious, he’s got it all.

Towards the end of the song when they were singing the last of the “all the single ladies”, Taka got closer to where you were sitting and went to hold your hand as he sang, causing the group to hype him up even more than they already where.

When they finished, you and Yui went next, opting to do Katy Perry. As you took the lead, Semi couldn’t keep his eyes off you and agree with the lyrics you were singing. He enjoyed your facial expressions as you sang and the way you carried yourself, somehow different than how you were on stage. Unfortunately Semi also couldn’t stop the negative thoughts that obscured his brain.

Semi noticed the blush on your face when Taka had the slightly intimate gesture with you. What if he’s not good enough for you? He doesn’t want to hold you back from being the happiest person you could be. Semi knows he’s not the funniest, most charming person in the world. Compared to your ex, Tendou, he knows they’re almost nowhere near similar. Tendou was more easygoing and knew how to light up the mood whereas Semi is more uptight, always concerned about others and what they think. If anything Taka was more like Tendou, a potential better option for you than himself. But he knows you all had just met recently so who knows if Taka is just being friendly or trying to get at something. Maybe you were just going to stay a teenage dream.

A/n: look at that an update. Sorry for taking so long, I’ve been tired but here ya go!

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[potatosoldier]

Are you still there?

/Part 1 /

Richard Winters x reader

Okay, I know that some of the things about her enlisting are completely unrealistic, so forgive me, but in the end this is fiction so I hope you understand. 

If you want to know more, here is a link :): ANC

Four years since 1939. That’s how long I have been training to become a nurse or as the soldiers called me a Red Cross Girl. 

36 months of basic training with informal military training after. I did it to become a being who could do something in the middle of this bloody play of power. 

I had given it up, the dream of becoming a teacher, for this. For the fact that in November 1939, my father and brother got locked down into Finland, to fight. To fight for their roots. I want to do my part now, in here. To bring back peace, for it hopefully can be brought back. 

“You are on the opposing sides”, you may think. No, I am not. Both of my countries were attacked, and I don’t blame either for responding. You see, for four years, I lived in Finland, from the age three to the age of seven. My fathers side of the family is Finnish. My great grandfather came to America to look for a job, married another Finnish immigrant and started a new life. Then my father was born, later on he found a beautiful wife from Minnesota, and when I was three, we came to look for our roots. Being the first ones from our family to come back. I am fluent in Finnish, my father made sure of that. 

Now here I sit, at the age of 24, in a train, going towards Camp Mackall. My heart was racing and my palms were damp with sweat. This was truly it, here I was going to see Colonel Robert Sink, and be an unhappy surprise once again. 

“Ma’am we’re here” a young boy with a kind smile said at the door. I must have been more in my head than I thought. I give the boy a soft smile: “Thank you”

I take my suitcase and slowly step out. The more you know, there is a jeep waiting at the station. With a dark haired gentleman behind the wheel. “Sir, pardon? Are you possibly from Camp Mackall?”, I ask softly. He did not look happy and I had no intention of making his day any worse. 

“Captain Herbert Sobel. I was assigned to bring you to Colonel Sink Mrs.Winters”, how did he manage to make such an easy sentence so mean spirited I have no clue. I just continue smiling and step in. “Pleasure to meet you captain, it seems you already know my name, but still allow me to introduce myself. Sonja Winters”, I say kindly.

He just nods and starts the vehicle. The rest of the ride is very quiet. But if someones eyes could set fire to their view, boy oh boy, there would be a fire hazard in North Carolina. 

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My breath catches as we arrive at the camp. I gulp and let Herbert help me out from the jeep. “Follow me, Mrs Winters”, he says curtly and starts leading the way. The place was huge! Completely and utterly giant!

We walk for quite a while till we come to stand in front of an office. From the door and my orders I already knew who was in. As we get a permission to enter, my heart stops at the door. There inside, I see a familiar red head. The head of the man who had the hold of my heart. I only just notice Herbert salute the colonel and then take his leave. 

When I come to stand at attention in front of the Colonel, I can feel the baby blues burrow into my brain. Sink just smiles and says “At ease, you better sit now, we have much to discuss”

“It’s lovely to meet you in person, sir” I smile and timidly sit beside my husband, who is looking more broken inside than ever. He nods and takes out some papers, some of them being letters from me and my head nurse. 

“Lt. Winters I know that this is a surprise for you, a big one at that”, he begins, “but your wife is here to work as a nurse for the Easy Company.” He can clearly see the pain in my husbands gaze even as he remains stoic. 

“With all the respect, sir, do you think it’s safe to have her in that position?”, oh how I’ve missed his voice. His soothing voice. I bite my lip and dare not look at him. 

“We have been ordered to try to raise the morale of soldiers and at the same time raise productivity and resources in the army. Having the nurses from the ANC and the red cross, would do both “ Sink sighs, “I don’t necessarily agree with the idea of women being assigned like this, no offence Mrs. WInters, but we have to try. And Easy is a remarkable company, with you there keeping her safe”

“It’ll be easier for you to know where she is, and at the same time your assert will keep the men from harassing her. She is a married nurse, a risk on itself. This is only a try and if she becomes a distraction, she will be removed”

I look at Sink in the eye at the last sentence and I see the clear weight he put on those words. “Sir, I believe both me and my husband will be able to focus on our duty at hand. I have come here to do a job the same as everybody else”, I reason. 

Sink nods. “You both have damn good marks. I trust both of you on this, and that is why I chose you”. After a long discussion and some paperwork we are done. But only with two sentences from Dick. I knew my husband, he was mad. He wouldn’t shout, but this demeanor oozed his distress. 

“Take Nurse Winters to the officers barracks, that will be the safest place for her lieutenant. Welcome to the company! Dismissed”and with that I was left alone with my dear husband. 

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The first steps we take in the hall are very quiet. Then I open my mouth. “I miss you”, I whisper and keep my eyes ahead. Dick gives a long sigh while carrying my suitcase. “This is not the place for such discussions, Nurse Winters”

I keep my eyes ahead, but I can feel them watering. His voice is like a whip to my heart. “I understand, sir”, I say louder this time. I can see his expression falter. We walk quietly side by side to the barracks. I can feel the long looks and hear the questioning as we pass people.

 When we make it to a barrack, he lets me in first. I can see that there are three beds in there. Two filled, one empty. From the belongings I can see that one of the beds is definitely my husbands. I hear the door being shut behind me as Dick too steps in.

Once the door is shut I open my mouth. “Dick, please, we have gone through this once already”, I beg as I look at him. For the first time he looks me straight in the eye. “You know that I love you, you know we can’t do this like this”, I rasp. 

“Sonja, we did discuss you joining the nurses, and yes you going near the battlefield, but we never had any conversation about you joining a company full of men”, his voice was stern as ever, eyes not holding their usual warmth. He pinches the bridge of his nose as he continues: “You could be attacked by your own comrades, you could become the reason they are too distracted to do their duty” He is looking down at me. His tall stature towering my 5′5 frame. 

“I want to do my duty too, Dick. I want to help!”I shake my head as I speak “I was deemed fit for this program, I-I don’t want to be useless”,I whisper looking down at my hands. 

My heart skips as he raises his hand to take mine. “You were never useless”, he whispers back raising my chin up. We take our time just looking at each other. He breaks the silence. “Why didn’t you tell me about this? We’ve been writing, why didn’t you write to me”, he looks so confused it hurts. 

“We weren’t sure of it till couple weeks ago, I didn’t want you to... well get worried and react like this”, I say tenderly cupping the side of his face. There are no words to describe how good it feels to be near him. Smell him, hear him, feel him. “I miss you so”, I sob. My sob does it for him, and he pulls me against him. My arms around his waist and his cheek on top of my head. My sobs turn into a small giggle. “I love you, god I love you”I whisper. I feel his hold getting tighter at my words. 

“I love you too”he whispers and kisses my hair. All I can think is the fact that he is holding me again, my Richard is holding me, telling me he loves me. Until the door opens with a bang and we jump apart. 

We are met with a chuckle and a man with a smirk and bushy eyebrows. 

--- This will probably be rewritten, but for now I want to see how people react to this idea---

[goldenagewebnovel]

Volume 1 Prologue

Virtual Reality. 

The ever sought after paradise for everyone who loves video games. 

The first virtual reality developments came in the beginning of the century, but they were all based on external hardware. Awkward remotes and gloves, bulky goggles. The hardware became smaller, sleeker, more immersive over time. But in the end, all they were was an entertaining trick — limited by what it could show and who could even physically use it. 

They brought the player closer to the screen then ever before. But they could never bridge the gap between the real world and the game. The true holy grail of gaming would lie in fully immersive virtual reality; that would take you to the very edge of the screen, and then pull you inside. To wake up inside your favorite game, whenever you wanted. It was the dream that could never be.

And then came the Digital Mind Project.

A private think tank based in the city of Seattle. They gathered the world’s best programers, neurologists, biologists, and psychologists. After working for over a decade, they did it. They mapped and named every possible neural pathway in the human brain and explained it’s function. They created the first complete, digital model of the mind, and it could think like one.

Overnight, the processing speed of all technology in the world skyrocketed. Data could be processed faster and more efficiently then ever imagined. Brain diseases that seemed incurable now had mapped explanations and accessible cures.

The digital and physical revolution that resulted led some people to question where the limit really was. If you can put the human mind in a machine, couldn’t it work the other way around?

Countries, governments, armies, corporations — they all fought to develop and control this untouched potential. But the leaders of the Digital Mind Project had decided to join the race, and, just like before, they won. They developed a full scanning pod, that only required a user to sit in it. The pod would sync to the electric signals of the nerves pathways and, upon triggering sleep, allowed the person to fully connect to the machine.

They sold the design for the pods to every business that could afford it, all at the same time. In the middle of the 21st century the age of Virtual Reality had truly begun.

The first games to come out were… disappointing, to say the least. Barely more then tech demos. Allowing the player to get a unique experience but hardly qualifying as a true game. A rushed attempt at formatting a classic MMORPG as the VR game, Fields of Fighting, was a disaster. It was riddled with horribly coded AI, clunky, unnatural movements, invisible walls everywhere that could physically trap players by accident. It was unplayable.

All the technology you could ever need for VR was available, but game designers were struggling to catch up. They had to learn to think and create in a whole new dimension. The old techniques wouldn’t cut it.

That learning curve led to a drought in Full VR games. Most companies stuck to their tried and true dimension of game design, and if people were lucky they might see a halfway decent Full VR game release once or twice a year.

Then, without any warning, two of the biggest games to hit the market were released in the same year.

The first was a sprawling, open world RPG called, Record of the Ancients. Set in the fantasy genre, this was a single player game that offered its players absolute freedom of choice to explore the world and affect it however they wanted. The game held its own share of bugs and the occasional empty plain or lack of detail, but there was nothing else like it.

The second game was a massive multiplayer sci-fi battle called, Solar Forge. Players could freely participate in large scale, solar system spanning battles. Anything from piloting a ship, to organizing a galactic cruiser, to dropping into and storming an enemy vessel with your squad. Two teams ranging anywhere from 50 to 300 participants all fighting a space war to decide a victor. The largest scale fights could even span days, and a lot of people became addicted to acting as a space marine.

These two games sold more then anyone dared to dream, proving just how unique Full VR gaming could really be. They also set the trend for how these games would be approached. Either broad, if shallow, experiences in a large environment or the chance for rich world building but in a very narrow and strict environment. No one would even attempt to make up for the failed promises made by the flopped Fields of Fighting experience.

Things stayed this way for over a decade. New games came and fell, but Record of the Ancients and Solar Forge remained on top. 

One day, without any big press releases or industry fanfare, a new game started putting up commercials and advertisement. It promised to revolutionize Full VR and offer an experience greater then any of it’s predecessors. Deeper, more detailed worlds. No restrictions on player freedom. An MMORPG that could support millions of players across the world, all at the same time. 

These claims were so preposterously huge that no one believed it. Especially because they were being made by a brand new games company called Aurum Productions, that no one had even heard of before.  

But the ads kept coming.

And once people started looking into the game, and more specifically, Aurum Productions, they learned that this new game had some shocking secret weapons going for it. The founder of Aurum Productions was a man named Mike Wirth, one of the former lead programers of the Digital Mind Project. He had brought a gift for this new game: a new piece of technology called, Player Perception Tuning (PPT). 

In order to allow the most robust, flexible, and realistic experience possible a machine alone couldn’t cut it. Instead, PPT allows the players own brain, already synced with their pod, to process the game’s data for them on the spot. 

Instead of having to code every aspect of the game to recreate reality, they instead offer the brain a very convincing framework of reality, and allow the individual brain to fill in all the pieces. Instead of realism, the programers were going for impressionism. 

What they got was more realistic then any game ever made before it. 

Since every player was acting as their own processor, it made it much easier to have everyone play at once. Since they only had to design the framework, the game team at Aurum had that much more freedom to create a real, enriched world.

In the summer of the year 2076, the groundbreaking Full VR, fantasy MMORPG, Golden Age, released.

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In the void of space, above an endless fog, floats an island of gold and riches. There are artifacts, weapons, and sculptures — all crafted from precious metals and rare gems. Priceless artworks and fine clothing are lazily scattered about. The ground is made up of gold bars and golden coins. They drip from the bottom of the island into the void of the fog, but the island never grows smaller.

At the center of the island, purple strands of energy gather together to construct a humanoid wireframe. 

From nowhere and everywhere at once, the Overvoice of the game speaks.

Hello, would you like to customize your character, or would you like a randomly generated one?

A voice from the wireframe responds.

“I’d like to customize.”

Very well.

From all over the island, wisps of light gather together to form a giant ball of light in front of the wireframe.

First, please select what race you would like your character to be. You can chose from Human, Dwarf, Orc, or Elf. You may also choose a ratio, of two of the previously mentioned.

“Human.”

Very well.

Some of the light gets shaved away, scattering into space. The ball of light has now roughly taken the size and shape of a human.

Please select what sex you would like your character to be.

“Um, I’ll take male for me.”

Very well.

Barely any light is shaved away but the figure of light now resembles a blank human male. 

Please select your body type.

“How about we go with svelte but athletic. Like a martial artist kind of build, maybe?”

Very well.

This time, more light is shaved away and the figure now resembles a fit, athletic human man.

Would you like to move on to face sculpting, body sculpting, or voice sculpting next?

“You know what, just have everything else look like my real body.”

Very well.

Light flew away from the human figure in spirals of light until everything burst out. In the place of the light was a tan skinned, human man. The body was still athletic, decently tall, had long sideburns, stubble on it’s chin, gray eyes, and streaks of gray hair at the temples and the front. It had on a set of cotton pants and a cotton shirt, tied down by a coarse rope, and simple leather shoes. The body stared lifelessly at the wireframe in front of it.

In front of the wireframe, a hologram of a keyboard appeared.

Please spell the name of your character.

The wireframe reached out with a hand and pressed: D, 0, n. And hit enter.

Please pronounce how to say the name of your character.

“You pronounce it like you would for an Italian mob boss. Or like the dawn of a new day.”

Very well. Please step forward into your character to initiate syncing.

The wireframe took clumsy steps towards the human body in front of it. On contact, the purple lines of energy that made up the wireframe fused into the human body.

I could suddenly feel everything. The clothes against my skin. The shifting, hard coins that made up the ground under my feet. The cool breeze that started to blow across my face.

In front of my eyes I could see that the endless sky of space, littered with stars and streaks of purple throughout. Streams of the gold coins that made up the island were flowing off the edges. They were dispersing the fog.

In front of the island was a floating circular flat world. Absolutely huge, it took up my whole vision. There were three distinct continents in the center of the wide ocean. 

The one on the left was made of sweeping mountain ranges and floating islands, that looked like they were made of gemstones. 

The one on the bottom was a giant archipelago, made up of countless, rich islands.

The one on the right had sprawling green fields and verdant forests and crystal blue lakes. 

The edge of the world had a misty, thick fog all around it, but I could see waterfalls flowing into the void of space underneath. The sun was bright and lit up everything beautifully. I could hear rising orchestral music playing from somewhere. From nowhere and everywhere at once, the Overvoice of the game spoke to me.

Welcome, to the world of Golden Age, D0n.

I felt like I could stare at that sight forever.

But I didn’t have that chance. Suddenly the ground began to rumble under my feet. The streams of gold flowing off the side rushed forward, and huge swaths of the island began to break off. 

Eventually, the whole island destabilized, falling to the planet below. I went with it. As I was falling among columns of gold and treasure, I heard the Overvoice again. 

Due to your region of origin, you will be starting in the Plains Continent. Below, you will enter the Tutorial Village. There, we have provided class instructors, resources, and all the knowledge you will need to explore the game. Have fun.

The ground was getting closer and closer. I could no longer see the edge of the world. Below me was an impossibly thick cloud. 

All of the gold around me started to dissolve into particles of light. 

I was in the middle of an uncontrollable free fall. The wind was rushing past me so fast it was whipping at my clothes and shoving my hair away. My eyes were tearing up from the force of it.

I felt a wide smile, that showed all my teeth, spread across my face.

It was time to play the game.

[radishaur]

Can I please request a part 2 to All Just Lies?? I just want to know where their relationship goes from there! Like if Zuko really loved the reader, why would he begin a relationship with Mai? WHILE the reader is in the same nation as him?? Damnnn. It's even worse that the reader found out about it through fucking AZULA and not him. I really loved the fic and the angst, your writing's amazing!! Thank you so much!

Hopefully this obligatory part two will give you a much needed answer to all your questions! I made sure to sprinkle (dump) some angst in as well because who doesn’t love some angst? Anyways, I hope you enjoy. Be sure to keep an eye out for the part 3! Also, I feel the gif I picked is incredibly appropriate to whip out for this chapter.

- Zoe

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All Just Lies Pt. 2 (Zuko x Reader)

Warnings: None

Genre: Angst,

Part: 2/3

Summary: See Request

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Zuko did not attempt to come visit me. Not after my parting words. As far as I knew, he went on to live happily with Mai in the palace like he always wanted. It was his dream to be exactly where he was now. Why would he come visit me in a cell?

The days passed by slowly at first, but I soon learned that keeping myself on a somewhat structured schedule would allow me to maintain at least a little sanity. I would wake up, practice waterbending, and then work out. I would eat what little food I got and would fight back and forth with whichever guard decided to have a verbal spar that day.

I had no hope about escaping. Nobody escapes from Fire Nation prison. At least, not this one. I had given up on the notion of ever again living a normal life. Until I overheard one of the guards talking about the eclipse. That was my chance.

I trained harder than ever to prepare myself. On the day of the eclipse, I was patiently awaiting it’s arrival. It felt like hours before finally I saw the moon pass in front of the sun. I managed to coax one of the guards inside and knocked him out. I grabbed his keys and ran. I had no weapons and no water, but I was determined. I had to escape.

I ran down the halls until I bumped into someone and stumbled backwards for only a few seconds. My eyes widened in horror as I saw Zuko staring back at me in shock. I immediately jumped into action and pinned him up against the wall.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I hissed, glaring daggers into him.

“I came to bust you out,” he answered, holding his hands out to either side of him in a sign of peace.

I hesitantly stepped back and watched for any sign of movement. He didn’t reach for his swords or attempt to fight me. He just kept his gaze locked onto me.

“I can take care of myself, thank you,” I spat before whirling around and beginning to leave.

“I’m going to join the Avatar. I want you to join me,” he said, causing me to stop in my tracks.

“You’re leaving? Why would you do that? You have everything you’ve ever wanted here. You gave up everything to come back,” I said venomously, taking a few steps forward.

“I was wrong. This isn’t what I want,” he sighed, staring at his feet in shame.

I looked out one of the windows and saw that my time was running out. I had a much better chance of escaping if I went with him. Plus, apparently we were heading to the same place. Even if I hated him, I needed to escape. I could suffer spending some time with him to get away from here.

“Fine. What’s your escape plan?” I huffed, annoyed that this is what it had come to.

I followed after Zuko to where he was keeping a spare war balloon. I was cautious about getting into a giant balloon with a basket attached. I mean, who even came up with this? But, once again, I realized I had no choice. It was either that or staying here.

I would never ever pick to stay.

The balloon soared above the sky and I watched as the Fire Nation grew smaller and smaller behind me. Zuko was staring off into the distance, back in his natural habitat of tracking the Avatar.

“I’m glad you’re ok,” he said, sending another blast of fire into the weird oven looking contraption in the middle of the balloon.

“Yea, thanks for checking on me. It made me feel so special,” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

I rolled my eyes as he sighed.

“I deserve that,” he resigned, sitting down on the floor across from me.

I lifted my head to glare at him. He deserved so much more than my snippy remarks. He threw everything away just to realize what everyone else saw years before: that wasn’t what he really wanted. It made my blood boil.

“I hope Uncle is alright. I went to break him out as well, but he was gone. Apparently he broke himself out,” Zuko continued, looking to the side in thought.

“He’s the Dragon of the West. What did you expect?” I huffed.

We sat in an awkward silence for a few minutes. The tension was enough to make the hair on the back of my neck stand up. It made the air feel thick and heavy. It was terrible. I couldn’t wait until we landed.

“I broke up with Mai,” Zuko said quietly.

“Boo hoo. What do I care?” I snapped, refusing to look at him.

Some part of me wanted to be comfort him. The smallest, tiniest part of me wanted to listen to him explain what had happened. Just like how I always would before. But a bigger, more present part of me was upset and furious and jealous and spiteful. That part won out.

“Y/N......I’m sorry. I really am,” he sighed, shifting closer to me.

“Good to know. Can you leave me alone now?” I asked, my voice eerily calm.

I could see him debating wether to listen or not, but then he stood and continued to fuel the balloon’s fire. I fell asleep not soon after and woke up a few hours later as the sun was setting. Zuko was still throwing small bursts of fire into the “oven”.

I took over for the night and let him rest. I promised to wake him in the fire was dying and continued following after where he told me the group was heading. Zuko finally went to sleep after a while and I couldn’t help but steal a few glances at him. He had always looked so peaceful when he was sleeping.

I was beginning to regret coming with him. Every minute I spent with him was one more chip he took down of the wall I had put up. I found it harder and harder to be mad at him. Especially when he just looked so.....soft. His hardened exterior that I was so used to was almost completely gone. I almost wish it wasn’t.

“Y/N?” I heard him mumble.

“No, it’s Sokka,” I said sarcastically.

“Who’s Sokka?” he asked, clearly confused.

I paused.

“You want to join them and you don’t even know their names?” I asked incredulously.

He blushed.

“I-I know one of their names! The Water Tribe girl is named Katana. Takana? Uhh......,” he said, trailing off when he realized he actually didn’t know her name.

I groaned. This boy was hopeless.

“Her name is Katara. I can’t believe you don’t remember,” I laughed, amused by his struggle.

“I’m not good with names,” he sighed, resting his head on his knees.

I looked down at him. He had curled up into himself and was looking down at his feet. He looked like a pouty child and it made that stupid warm feeling in my heart to return. I scolded myself, but decided to help him anyways. He would definitely need it.

“The tall Water Tribe girl is named Katara. Her brother is the one with the boomerang and his name is Sokka. Shorty is Toph and the Avatar is Aang,” I explained, watching him as he mentally digested the information I was feeding him.

“What about the big fluffy animal?” he asked.

“That’s Appa. And the flying monkey is Momo,” I giggled, remembering how cute they always were together.

I saw Zuko smile and it sent a pang off in my chest.

“I missed your laugh,” he said.

I immediately scowled. I turned my back to him and continued watching the flames.

“Don’t. I’m not doing this again,” I snapped, clenching my fists by my sides.

“Y/N-“ he began, but one glare from me caused him to stop.

“You might be a victim of your family’s messed up lifestyle, but that doesn’t excuse what you did to me. You’re responsible for growing up and making your own path. You chose yours. I’m not in it,” I said through clenched teeth.

“How do you know that?” he questioned, standing up and coming to my side.

“Zuko, you let me be locked up in a cell. You didn’t visit me the entire ride back to the Fire Nation. I had to find out you had a girlfriend from your sister, of all people!” I exclaimed, my anger growing in the pit of my stomach.

“.....I know. And I’m so sorry. I should have done more to protect you and....I should have been the one to tell you about Mai,” he sighed, hanging his head slightly before saying, “But I did mean what I said when I did visit you. I am in love with you, Y/N.”

I scoffed. I doubted that was true. And even if it was, simply saying it wasn’t going to magically fix everything. That takes actions.

“Why would you start a relationship with Mai if you truly believed that?” I asked, my cold expression meeting his own desperate one.

“I didn’t have a choice! She’s the daughter of a powerful general. I’m of marrying age. My father insisted it would get the Fire Nation to trust me. After my time as an enemy of my own nation, I wasn’t going to be warmly welcomed right away without some proof of my loyalty,” he explained desperately.

“And what excuse do you have for not telling me all this yourself?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

“None,” he said quietly, “I was just a coward.”

I watched his broken expression and felt some part of myself break with it. The part of myself that wanted to forgive him was growing stronger and stronger. I pushed it back down. I wasn’t going to do this again.

“That’s what I thought,” I sighed, turning once more to face the fire.

He stood silently for a while. I almost thought he would lay back down and go to sleep, but I could never be so lucky.

“What about you? Did you mean everything you said,” he asked softly.

My whole body froze and I clenched my eyes shut. I wasn’t expecting him to ask that. At least not now.

“I think you know the answer to that,” I said slowly, forcing my voice to remain steady.

“Do you still mean it?” he replied, more confidently this time.

I hesitated. Of course I knew the answer to that question, but did I want to admit it? I out my walls up for a reason. They were to keep me safe from myself. Did I really want to take a part of that down?

I sighed, forcing myself to look at him. I instantly regretted it. The pale moonlight washing over him made him look almost ethereal. His eyes glistened with unshed tears and held a glimmer of hope.

So much for that wall.

“Yes. I do,” I answered, my voice wavering slightly.

The rest of the ride was silent. Neither of us said anything as the time passed. I don’t think either of us really knew what to say anyways. What do you say when you love someone you can’t have?

The answer is nothing. You sit in the unbearable silence that says all the unspoken words you both have. You sit and you listen to the feelings unsaid.

Healing a wound that you created is a task filled with achingly loud silences like this one.